Erik Killmonger pulled the trigger and killed the last man.
The bullet punched through the hard skull, spraying brain matter and blood across the still-warm wreckage of the car door. But the last man to die by his gun was not one of Ulysses Klaue's smugglers, but a mercenary who had come with him. Things had developed somewhat differently from what he had expected, but overall, Erik Killmonger's goal had been achieved.
The War Dogs, Dora Milaje, and Border Tribe who had surrounded the battlefield saw a man emerge from the burning vehicle wreckage. Covered in wounds, he raised both hands and tossed his pistol before them.
"I am not an enemy. I am N'Jobu's son, Erik Killmonger." Facing the sharp tips of Vibranium spears, he shouted in Wakanda's variant of Xhosa, "This is my gift to you." He pointed at the corpse he had desperately dragged out of the flames amid the burning wreckage. "Ulysses Klaue's body. I offer you his life."
After many years, Erik Killmonger spoke his true name again, and it left him in a daze. When he attended MIT, the United States Naval Academy, and served with the US Navy SEALs, he had used the name Erik Killmonger. Only his father, N'Jobu, and his mother, who had died in prison, had called him Erik Killmonger. But as everyone who knew that name disappeared, no one in this world knew his true name anymore.
He pulled down his lower lip, revealing the Vibranium tattoo unique to Wakanda's War Dogs organization, faintly glowing blue in the darkness. At the same time, he displayed the Wakandan Royal Ring. If the unforgeable identification had made them lower their weapons, then this ring was enough to make the War Dogs and Border Tribe put theirs down entirely. The appearance of