Stars glittered across the night sky as an invisible current of air howled in. Against the pitch-black heavens, something like a colossal ship tore through the frigid clouds, slowly revealing its massive form.
Brilliant moonlight filtered through the thick clouds and fell upon Wakanda's metal aircraft, reflecting a chilling gleam.
The young prince T'Challa, clad in a Vibranium suit and holding a Black Panther helmet, stood in the center of the aircraft, a trace of gravity appearing on his dark face.
"Prince, did you volunteer for this mission to capture Klaw yourself, or to save that little girl who's always getting into danger?"
Okoye, commander of the Royal Guard, sat cross-legged in the pilot's seat, her hands forming strange gestures—her unique method of piloting the aircraft. The holographic map before her slowly shifted, displaying the terrain below.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Okoye? Of course I wanted to ease my father's burdens. Besides, you know W'Kabi is my good brother and your husband. His parents died at Klaw's hands. It's a shadow that will haunt him for the rest of his life."
T'Challa feigned anger. He was naturally mild-tempered, upright and kind-hearted, and his father had praised him for possessing the bearing of a king.
"I said I would personally bring Klaw before him—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
The aircraft now hovered over Wakanda's border. After attending an underground black-market auction, Ulysses Klaw would return to Sudan by car. The smuggler had close ties with a certain councilor, who could provide him with armed protection.
If he barged into the black market and captured Klaw alive from amidst thousands of soldiers, it would draw far too much attention. Things would be difficult to contain once they escalated, so it was better to wait until