East Africa, on the edge of the Great Rift Valley.
The humid air was filled with the smell of rotting vegetation and the pungent odor of burning diesel fuel.
The Blood Diamond Legion's camp was located beside a river valley.
Several shirtless black armed men were gathered around a campfire, brandishing rifles and loudly scrambling for supplies looted from nearby villages.
In the center of the camp were several pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns, their cargo beds piled high with ivory and unwashed, bloodstained rough diamonds.
"The boss said this batch of goods can be exchanged for two boxes of missiles!"
A petty thug with yellow teeth kicked a prisoner on the ground and the Batman Who Laughs, "Then who in this area will dare to challenge us?"
"Puff."
The leader's laughter abruptly stopped.
His head exploded, splattering red and white substances all over his companion's face.
"Enemy attack!!"
Barbara stood atop a baobab tree, toying with a blood-stained pebble in her hand.
She didn't even use much force just now.
Hey boys.
She looked down at the chaotic armed men below. "This is your so-called legion? A bunch of baboons who can't even use a gun safety?"
This provocative statement was extremely effective.
Dozens of guns were simultaneously aimed at the treetop, spitting fire.
Barbara had long since disappeared.
She moved and leaped through the jungle like a real cheetah.
Each landing was silent, each strike took a life.
She didn't kill them all.
She is "escaping".
"Chase her! Don't let her get away! I'll skin her alive!"
The militants were completely blinded by rage.
The remaining twenty-odd people all jumped into pickup trucks and SUVs and chased after Barbara like mad dogs in the direction she had fled.
This was a meticulously planned hunt.
Three kilometers.
Two kilometers.
The trees ahead gradually thinned out, revealing a vast grassland in front of us.
Barbara had even spotted the shepherds.
She slowed down and deliberately staggered, as if she were exhausted.
The sound of engines behind us grew closer.
The bullets struck the mud at her feet, kicking up clouds of dust.
Barbara stopped and turned to face the roaring steel monsters charging towards her.
She had her back to Wakanda.
Several pickup trucks braked suddenly in front of her, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.
The militants jumped out of the car and surrounded the vehicle in a fan shape.
The leader, a burly man with a thick beard, brandished a gun, a cruel smile on his face, "Running away? Why aren't you running anymore? You little Wildcat!"
Barbara gasped for breath, her face displaying just the right amount of "terror."
"No... don't come any closer..."
Just then, Barbara clutched her head with both hands and let out a piercing scream.
"Ah!!!"
Her body began to tremble violently, and something was wriggling beneath her skin.
"What the hell is this thing?" The bearded man paused for a moment, then instinctively pulled the trigger.
The bullet struck Barbara in the shoulder.
But there was no blood splattering.
The bullet struck a layer of tough leather and bounced off.
"Roar--!!"
A deafening roar echoed across the grassland.
Golden hair grew wildly from her body, covering her entire body.
Her fingernails swelled into sharp bone claws, and a long tail lashed out from behind, carving a deep trench in the ground.
The actors are in position.
"Monster! Fire! Fire now!"
The militants screamed in terror, and all their firepower was unleashed.
But this time, their target was no longer a woman, but a golden lightning bolt.
Barbara's figure left a blur in the hail of bullets.
She appeared before the bearded man, her sharp claws flashing.
The man and his gun were cut into three neat pieces.
This was a one-sided Carnage.
Barbara danced in the crowd.
Tear it apart, bite it off, smash it to pieces.
In less than a minute, the once invincible " Blood Diamond Legion " was reduced to a pile of minced meat.
Blood stained the grassland red, and the strong smell of blood attracted Vulture circling in the distance.
The last militant tried to climb back into the car and escape.
Barbara stepped on his back.
She bent down, her half-human, half-beast face smeared with blood, looking both ferocious and sacred.
"Roar..."
She let out a low growl, and her claws pierced the other's heart.
All wiped out.
Soon, Barbara's golden fur began to fade, and she remained in her half-human, half-beast form, her chest heaving violently.
Then his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp and he collapsed.
By the gods...
"Stay alert," another voice said, its tone lower. "Spread out and inspect the scene."
There were five people in total.
Barbara quickly visualized the enemy's formation in her mind.
Footsteps began to echo through the pile of corpses.
"Commander Kaden, this was made by that woman."
Kaden did not respond.
His gaze was fixed on the figure lying prone in the grass not far away.
The figure was half-human, half-beast.
Most of the golden fur had faded, but the mottled patterns still remained.
Its long tail hung limply behind it, its sharp claws deeply embedded in the soil.
Kaden strode forward.
His blue cloak drew a sharp arc in the still air.
He stopped in front of Barbara, looking down at this "monster" with a haughty gaze.
Barbara let out a timely, low moan of pain.
Its body twitched slightly, and its long tail swept across the ground unconsciously, raising a cloud of dust.
"Step back!"
Kaden gave a low shout, Kimoyo Beads a blue light, forming a semi-transparent energy shield on his forearm.
Barbara struggled to turn over, revealing her blood-stained face.
That face was half human beauty and half Beast ferocity.
After a moment's hesitation, Kaden deactivated his energy shield, crouched down, and placed his hand on Barbara's carotid artery.
The Kimoyo Beads emitted a rapid beeping sound, and the holographic projection displayed a complex stream of data in the air.
[Racial Match: Unknown]
[Gene sequence: Highly variable]
[Energy source reaction: 34% resonance with Vibranium radiation band]
Upon seeing the last line of text, Kaden's pupils contracted.
resonance.
This means that her source of power is related to Wakanda.
"Sir, what should we do?"
An older soldier walked over, looking at the woman on the ground with a complicated expression.
"She has traces of Vibranium on her. If the intelligence agencies outside discover her, how long can Wakanda's secrets be kept?"
The soldier fell silent.
If a "creature" with Vibranium radiation falls into the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D.. or the powerful Vought International, Wakanda's gates will never be closed again.
"And..." Kaden looked at Barbara's pained face.
Wakanda are xenophobic, but they are also proud.
They see themselves as the Guardian of this continent.
If this woman truly is the legendary exiled bloodline, then the right to judge her belongs only to the king, not to the flies of this wasteland.
"Prepare the stretcher."
Kaden stood up and made a decision.
"But sir, this is against the rules! Outsiders are forbidden—"
"Is she an outsider?" Kaden interrupted his subordinate's questioning, pointing to the data on the holographic screen. "Open your eyes and see what flows in her genes! Whether she's a god or a devil, she grew from the roots of this land."
The soldiers looked at each other, but ultimately obeyed the order.
A suspended stretcher was released.
Several rough, large hands Barbara up.
Throughout the process, Barbara kept her eyes closed, but in her heart, she gave these "simple and honest" border guards a perfect score.
Hill's intelligence was correct, and Motoko's script was also correct.
Closed civilizations often suffer from fatal arrogance.
They believe in legends, in lineage, and even more so in their ability to control everything.