The wind was hot, carrying the dusty, earthy smell unique to the East Africa savanna.
Barbara Minerva's eyes were closed, her body rising and falling slightly as the stretcher moved.
This is a performance performed under a microscope.
The hushed conversation of the Wakanda border guards reached my ears.
"Vital signs are stabilizing, but heart rate remains too high."
"There's a violent energy surging within her."
"Sir, do we need to put on a restraint collar?" another younger voice asked nervously.
"No," Kaden refused. "She's a fellow countrywoman, not a prisoner. At least until His Majesty the King's trial, we must give her the respect she deserves."
She was acting, but that didn't mean her brain had stopped working.
Barbara sneered inwardly.
respect?
So adorably innocent.
If her current "persona" didn't prevent it, she really wanted to open her eyes and see what kind of saintly expressions these "sheep," who had been raised to be stupid in this closed Utopia, had on their faces.
Our boss is a devil who has calculated human nature to the extreme.
She reviewed the entire plan in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more chills ran down her spine.
This is a "pig butchering scam" targeting the unique characteristics of Wakanda civilization.
Long before the S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents were rummaging through old files on Howard Stark, thinking they'd discovered some earth-shattering secret, the company's script had already been written.
The so-called " Wakanda survivors," the so-called "curse of exile."
Barbara recalled a secret rendezvous before her departure.
D.A. Sinclair, that madman, held a syringe that emitted an eerie silver glow, and laughed like a stepmother about to poison Snow White.
" Vibranium nanoparticle deposits, Ms. Minerva. After injection, they cause changes in certain bones and organs, resulting in the presence of faint but detectable Vibranium microparticles within the body."
"Will it hurt a lot?" Barbara remembered asking herself that stupid question.
"Pain?" Sinclair rolled his eyes. "It's pure enjoyment. You feel like your bones are being gnawed on by countless ants and then rebuilt. But only then, when those Wakanda examine you with their prized scanners, will they see that perfect Vibranium fluctuation curve."
"This is art, ma'am. What is a little pain compared to art?"
Even now, when Barbara thinks back on it, her bones still ache faintly.
That's the price we have to pay to forge an "identity card" in this closed country.
But that's not enough.
Lynn Morris never fights a battle unprepared.
Besides "hardware modifications" to the body, there's also "software fraud."
A chip the size of a grain of rice was embedded three millimeters beneath the skin on the inside of Barbara's right arm.
Miniature Vibranium resonant insert.
This is the latest research and development achievement of the Vought Technology Department. It is ridiculously expensive, but more than enough to fool Wakanda's border checks.
Its only function is to create an echo.
As Wakanda's scanning beam sweeps across her body, the chip captures the frequency and then, with a delay in the microseconds, releases a disguised "echo."
This is similar to a secret code used by secret agents when they meet.
The other party asked, "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger?"
The embedded image automatically replied, "The pagoda suppresses the river demon."
Flawless, fits perfectly.
In the previous test, the line on the holographic projection that reads "[Energy source reaction: 34% resonance with Vibranium radiation band]" is the result of the combined effect of this insert and the deposition agent.
This combination of attacks directly broke through the psychological defenses of the Wakanda.
They were too confident.
They were so confident that they blindly believed in the absolute authority of technology, so confident that no one in the world could work with Vibranium except themselves.
This arrogance is their biggest weakness.
"The barrier is just ahead."
"Notify control center to open C-7. We've brought a... special guest home."
Barbara mentally gave the nickname a thumbs up.
She adjusted her breathing, calming her heart rate slightly, feigning a sense of physiological tranquility from being close to her "hometown".
Life is like a play; it all depends on acting skills.
Now that the boss has set the stage and the audience is in place, how can she, as the leading lady, not put on a good performance in this poignant drama of "a wanderer returning home"?
The static electricity in the air suddenly increased.
The temperature around us dropped a few degrees, making it cool and pleasant.
Welcome home.
The young guard spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with a sense of sacred ritual.
Barbara kept her eyes closed.
But in her heart, she had already bared her fangs.
Yes.
I'm coming in.
She carried the virus, she carried ambition, and she carried everything that man wanted.
Your walls are very high.
But even the highest wall can't stop an apple from rotting from the inside.
"Take her to the medical center for a checkup."
Wakanda, Bernin Zana, Royal Medical Center.
This is the world's most technologically advanced emergency room.
There was no pungent disinfectant smell; instead, the air was filled with the fragrance of purple stamens.
Barbara lay on a floating, semi-transparent bed of light, with several orange scanning beams sweeping back and forth over her.
The medical officer Ashara, was an older woman, and at that moment her usually meticulous face was filled with disbelief.
Her braids swayed slightly with her movements, her eyes fixed on the data flashing on the holographic screen.
"This doesn't make sense," Ashara muttered, her fingers flying across the virtual keyboard. "Her cellular structure is remodeling; this healing speed... it's like stuffing a Beast into a human skin."
"More importantly, this is what I need." She pulled up another set of data maps, which were Barbara's skeletal images.
What should have been white calcified bones now appeared with a strange, dark golden metallic luster under the imaging device.
"This is an ancient Vibranium deposit."
Ashara turned her head and looked at King T'Chaka standing behind her.
"Your Majesty, this internal sedimentation technique was abandoned by us two hundred years ago! Because the process was extremely painful and the mortality rate was extremely high. It was a product of the Dark Ages!"
T'Chaka wore a simple long robe and had a solemn expression.
"You mean, she carries the technology of our ancestors?"
"It's not just about technology."
Ashara pulled up a complex waveform comparison chart, pointing to two almost overlapping curves.
"Look here. Her energy frequency resonates with our main ore vein in an ancient way. This resonance cannot be faked; only those who have lived in the Vibranium radiation core area for a long time, or even... even those who have directly come into contact with the bloodline of the primordial meteorite, can have this reaction."
"Modern Wakanda harness Vibranium energy through consuming Heart-Shaped Herb or Kimoyo Beads, not through this barbaric... human modification."
Ashara looked at the frail woman on the bare bed, her eyes filled with pity.
"My God, what has she been through? This amount of sediment means she was treated like a container from childhood."
T'Chaka was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door.
"Keep the news under wraps. No one except the current medical team is allowed to approach her. Encrypt all scan data and classify it as top secret."
"Your Majesty?" Ashara hesitated, "Should we inform the Council of Elders?"
I will explain this to the council of elders myself.