A silver-white private jet emblazoned with the Bald Eagle landed in Wakanda's capital. Sean descended the stairs, and a magnificent palace along with towering skyscrapers came into view.
Wakanda was a nation where prosperous modern civilization carried a primitive ruggedness. There were young people in suits who looked like elite professionals, as well as elderly folk who retained their tribal culture. Skyscrapers stood alongside scattered shacks, and the stark contrast created a strange yet harmonious sense of contradiction.
After nearly two weeks, General Ross had finally taken control of the city. During that time, the two sides had held numerous negotiations and tests of strength, even resorting to armed suppression. In the end, they had roughly reached a consensus and maintained a delicate balance.
Strictly speaking, even though General Ross had won the war, completely obtaining Wakanda's vibranium resources was still an arduous task.
This Third World nation hidden within the African Continent revered courage and combat, and its people possessed unwavering resolve. Although NATO troops had entered Wakanda's capital, there had been no fewer than twenty assassination attempts in just two weeks. In particular, M'Baku, leader of the Ape Tribe living in the snow-covered mountains, considered surrendering to the colonizers a disgrace and organized a group of resistance fighters.
This mountain tribe worshipped the white ape god Hanuman as its totem. Unlike the other four tribes, the Ape Tribe adhered to traditional customs and refused to use vibranium or modern high technology.
They were now Wakanda's last defenders, attracting a large number of young people to join them and even earning recognition and support from the nation's nobles.
Compared to the overwhelming momentum of the fighting, the postwar cleanup was far more troublesome and gave General Ross a terrible headache.
Even though the old king T'Chaka had repeatedly stepped