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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Trident.

Agent Phil Coulson, a Level 7 operative, hurried towards the Director's office, clutching a tablet. He'd recently been granted temporary Level 8 clearance, which fueled his enthusiasm for work. He truly believed this was the prelude to a promotion and a raise.

He knocked on the Director's office door. Behind the desk sat a one-eyed man wearing an eyepatch, his bald head so slick with oil that a fly would slip right off.

"Director, we have an emergency," Coulson said, handing over the tablet. "Take a look at this."

On the screen was the "Black and White Battle" that had just occurred in San Francisco.

Nick Fury blinked in surprise and quickly asked, "Where?"

Coulson replied, "San Francisco."

Seeing the black panther and white dog, whose physiques clearly exceeded those of normal animals, Nick Fury immediately reacted, "Are they superpowered individuals?"

"That's right," Coulson clicked on the screen, presenting another edited file to the Director. "The white dog is named Jake Brian, an officer in San Francisco. By searching local surveillance, I found this black panther jumping from a hospital ward, which allowed me to identify him. Here is their detailed information."

"Notify the tech division and have them analyze the physical capabilities of these two based on the destruction shown in the video," Nick Fury ordered immediately.

"I've already notified them before coming," Coulson said, opening another file like he was presenting a treasure. "This is the preliminary analysis report that just came in."

"Good work," Nick Fury praised with a smile.

You see, a leader must know how to promise the moon to motivate their subordinates. Otherwise, how can they stir up their subordinates' work enthusiasm?

As for when the promise will be fulfilled... you're not actually going to take it seriously, are you?

"According to the analysis, the speed and strength of both these animals far exceed those of a black panther and a large white shepherd dog. Furthermore, during the fight, they were hit by speeding cars multiple times, but there were no signs of injury visible in the footage," Coulson continued, bringing up close-up shots to show Fury.

Nick Fury ordered without hesitation, "You go there immediately and make sure to bring them back."

"It's a bit slow to get there from the East Coast, and this black panther is an African-American soldier. The military might get there before I do," Coulson suggested enthusiastically. "Why don't we send someone from the Los Angeles branch?"

"No!" Nick Fury flatly refused.

They're just two larger animals. While it's certainly strange for a person to turn into an animal, if they don't show greater value, they'll just be experimental subjects. S.H.I.E.L.D. has many similar subjects.

The Los Angeles branch has a more important mission right now.

"Hasn't the fish taken the bait yet?" Coulson asked, surprised. "Has S.P.E.A.R. given up on the North American continent?"

"Is that something you should be asking?" Nick Fury's expression changed instantly.

"Boss, I have Level 8 clearance now..." Coulson said with a wronged look, like a young girl who had been taken advantage of by a scumbag and then ghosted.

Nick Fury pretended to cough and said gently, "Zheng Xian is a formidable opponent. He wouldn't give up on North America, just like we wouldn't give up on the Far East."

"S.P.E.A.R. will definitely send a new person in charge to reorganize the intelligence network."

"Boss, if I catch this person, can you make my position permanent?" Coulson asked eagerly.

"Heh, if you can really catch them, I might consider promoting you to Level 9!" Nick Fury's words were not just empty promises, but also reflected some of his genuine thoughts.

In his years in office, he had clashed with Zheng Xian across the ocean multiple times and deeply felt how troublesome his counterpart was. This time, after years of groundwork, he had managed to sweep away S.P.E.A.R.'s intelligence network in the Americas, especially North America. Even so, he hadn't captured S.P.E.A.R.'s former head of the Americas alive; all he got was a corpse.

Nick Fury strongly suspected that S.P.E.A.R. still had other networks independent of the American branch that he hadn't cleared out. After all, having multiple hideouts was basic agent practice; Nick Fury himself operated that way.

"Hurry up and get going. Take a Quinjet. Try to get an African-American pilot if possible. At the very least, bring back that San Francisco police officer."

While S.H.I.E.L.D. had witnessed the "Black and White Battle" on the streets of San Francisco, Wakanda, located in Africa and capable of monitoring the globe, also saw the fight.

"Father!"

T'Challa, the current Prince of Wakanda, and Princess Shuri burst into King T'Chaka's office.

Shuri twisted the Kimo-Yewu beads on her wrist, projecting the footage captured by the surveillance satellite for her father.

T'Challa pointed at the black panther in the footage and anxiously asked, "Father, this black panther can transform from a human! Its speed and strength are almost comparable to mine after taking the Heart-Shaped Herb, and he's also Black."

"Could it be that the Black Panther God has chosen..."

"Nonsense!" T'Chaka roared. "The Black Panther God only protects the people of Wakanda. This black panther is clearly a plot by heretics."

"But, it really looks like him..."

"Shut up!" T'Chaka glared fiercely at his son.

That unlucky kid has too little political wisdom. How can he say such dangerous things?

The Black Panther God is the faith of the Wakandan people. If this black panther from outside is linked to the Black Panther God, what will they do?

The previous Black Panthers were just ordinary people whose physical abilities were enhanced after taking the Heart-Shaped Herb. I've never heard of anyone who could completely transform into a black panther. Plus, this black panther is tall and large, with strength and speed no less than ours after consuming the Heart-Shaped Herb.

When compared side-by-side, who will the citizens believe is the true chosen one of the Black Panther God?

Will the other tribes take this opportunity to cause trouble and incite the citizens to question the legitimacy of our T'Challa family's rule?

If "Divine Right of Kings" is destroyed, the legal basis for our family's rule over Wakanda will disappear.

Moreover, the Black Panther God is real. What if he, in his old age, finds this shapeshifting panther more pleasing and personally manifests to designate him as the true chosen one? That would be a disaster!

Thinking of this terrible outcome, T'Chaka's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Uh... it was already the bottom of a pot? Never mind.

"Shuri, immediately block this video. Not a single server in the country is allowed to retain it," T'Chaka said, adopting a crisis management attitude.

"Send someone... no, use our clandestine channels to hire mercenaries and go to America to eliminate this panther!"

As king, T'Chaka possessed both the decisiveness and the drive to protect his throne. However, to prevent any leaks and to avoid alerting the Black Panther God to their clandestine activities, he absolutely could not use personnel from within the kingdom.

"Only the three of us know about this. Do not reveal it to anyone," T'Chaka reminded his children, "Not even your mother."

"Understood," Shuri replied decisively.

"Father, shouldn't we pray to the Black Panther God first..." The straightforward T'Challa understood his father's intentions but couldn't bring himself to agree. Such actions went against his usual devout faith in the Black Panther God.

"The Black Panther God is currently asleep. There's no need to disturb him with such a trivial matter," T'Chaka said, glaring at his son again.

Why is this foolish son still so immature? He's not as sensible as his younger sister.

Lin Hao was leisurely waiting at his estate in San Francisco.

He tossed a pebble into the water, now was the time to watch the ripples spread.

But before the waves could truly build, he wanted to enjoy the thrill of the lottery.