After calculating several parameters, Mr. Fantastic held up three fingers, indicating that they had three hours of freedom before the forces outside restarted their communications system.
Of the six, Stark could fly with his armor, Doctor Strange's Cloak could fly, Professor Charles's wheelchair had a hovering function, and Namor could fly using his own abilities.
Only Mr. Fantastic and Black Panther were somewhat less mobile.
Mr. Fantastic brought out one of his high-tech creations: a square, silver-white aircraft that looked like a box, with neither wings nor control sticks.
Not only was it incredibly fast, it could also fly through space.
Looking at the Fantastic Four emblem on the aircraft's exterior, he could not help sighing. He had once imagined taking his son into space aboard it for an adventure. Now that he could not be with his wife, having a son was out of the question for the time being.
Taking Black Panther with him, the six stealthily bypassed Wakanda's assembled army and flew toward the depths of the royal palace.
Doctor Strange cast an invisibility spell on them, but it could not conceal the disturbances in the airflow caused by their high-speed passage. Wakanda still detected their movements.
Ground detection devices swept the sky. Human vision could be deceived by magic, but machines could not. The six had nowhere to hide, and three silver Wakandan fighter jets took off, screaming toward them to hunt them down.
"They are still my people. They have only been misled by a small number of people. Please do not kill anyone." Even before the battle began, Black Panther was placing restrictions on their actions. Fortunately, they all had compassionate hearts. Aside from Namor's dissatisfaction, the others nodded in agreement.
"I'll deal with them." Professor Charles was no longer his usual kind and