Salomon walked toward the grief-stricken T'Challa, expressionless and utterly ignoring the Wakandan Royal Guard surrounding him. The Sisterhood followed closely behind, their guns trained on the Royal Guard. If the Royal Guard made any move that threatened the monarch, the girls carrying fusion weapons would pull the triggers without hesitation, using the high-temperature shockwave of nuclear fusion to wipe everything clean and vaporize both the Wakandan Royal Guard and the future king. Not even Vibranium could withstand such temperatures. It could not be said that they had brought along those cumbersome anti-armor weapons by accident; this had been deliberate from the start—when that bomb detonated, Victoria Hand had already begun moving, ensuring the entire plan proceeded smoothly and achieved the result he wanted.
"I've called in the security force stationed in orbit. I'll have them bring the king back to Wakanda by aircraft. I'm taking control of the scene next. You need to go back and inherit the throne." Salomon nodded to the Royal Guard, giving them room to take the prince and king away. He stepped onto the shattered podium and abruptly raised his voice. "Everyone else, sit down!"
The previously noisy hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone involuntarily returned to their original seats as he commanded. Even political dignitaries trying to flee for their lives were forced back into their chairs by some unknown force. "No one may leave until everyone present has been cleared of suspicion. I deeply regret that this happened. King T'Chaka of Wakanda had intended to give you a gift, but your malice rejected it. After King T'Chaka of Wakanda's speech, Latveria, as a loyal ally, was also going to present you with a different kind of gift. But unfortunately, you have missed out on sweet candy. You have proven that you deserve