Klaue's fingers were still digging into the remote control, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.
The detonator of the miniature bomb was clearly in Ye Mo's hand, and the electronic noise from the signal jammer was still buzzing in the air, but the expression on Klaue's face was like that of a gambler who hadn't woken up yet, with a kind of crazy energy in his eyes that made people's hearts ache.
He had no intention of surrendering.
Or rather, he had long since stopped including the word "arrest" in his plans.
Ye Mo's smile vanished instantly, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.
Although the muscles reinforced by " Steel Bone " still felt sore from enduring the sonic cannon, the alertness of the nerve endings was pushed to the limit.
Just as T'Challa's Vibranium claws were about to touch Klaue's throat, Klaue suddenly released his grip on the backup controller.
The hand didn't drop; instead, it rose and slapped directly onto a black metal disc worn on its chest.
The disc had been hidden behind the complex piping of the sonic cannon base, obscured by layers of mechanical structures, and its existence was impossible to detect without careful observation.
"You think you can't run away just because you took apart my toys?"
Klaue's voice was hoarse, carrying a kind of desperate, madness.
Click--click--
A sickening mechanical grinding sound came from beneath my feet.
The massive metal platform that was originally intended as the base for the sonic cannon deformed at that moment. The hydraulic rods at the bottom were not there to support the equipment, but to support something much heavier.
The ground shook violently, and debris flew everywhere.
Ye Mo's pupils contracted sharply.
"Step back!"
He roared, and before his voice even landed, the ground beneath his feet began to churn like waves.
T'Challa reacted extremely quickly, his body swaying as he instantly created distance, while simultaneously reaching out to pull Emma Frost away.
But Klaue had already jumped onto the slowly rising platform.
As the altitude increased, the bottom of the platform was revealed.
That wasn't an ordinary elevator, but a grotesque-looking aircraft covered in jet nozzles.
Its outer shell is a deep black with dark gold patterns flowing across its surface. This is Wakanda's unique Vibranium coating, which not only absorbs kinetic energy but also reduces air resistance during high-speed flight.
The moment the engine ignites, a blast of hot air rushes towards you, carrying with it a strong smell of ozone and the acrid smell of burning fuel.
The deep rumble didn't seem to be ringing in your ears; it was more like it was drilling right into your bones, making your heart tremble along with it.
Klaue stood in the cockpit of the aircraft, grinning at the three people below through the transparent reinforced glass.
There was no joy of victory in that smile, only pure malice and mockery.
Thank you for your hospitality.
He raised his middle finger and then slammed the lever down.
boom!
The immense thrust propelled the aircraft outward.
A cold glint flashed in T'Challa's eyes, and he leaped high into the air like a black cheetah.
He adjusted his posture in mid-air, and the claws on his Vibranium Suit slashed fiercely at the bottom of the aircraft.
This strike carried the sound of wind and thunder; if it hit, it would be enough to tear through any armor.
However, he only grasped at thin air.
The aircraft started up at a speed that defied common sense.
The instant it left the ground, a visible sonic boom cloud formed around it, and a white vortex of air instantly enveloped the fuselage, followed by a piercing shriek.
T'Challa's powerful punch missed, and the momentum sent his body spinning half a circle in the air before he could barely regain his balance and landed heavily on the ground.
Dust flew everywhere.
He looked up and saw the black streak of light shooting straight into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.
Without hesitation, without slowing down, and without giving the people below any time to react.
Ye Mo stood there, watching the black dot grow smaller and smaller, his brows furrowed.
He tried to use " Regenerative Phasing " or other combat abilities to intercept, but the energy Circuit in his body were currently in a cooldown period, and forcibly activating them would only damage his meridians.
Moreover, this kind of pure speed contest cannot be resolved through close combat.
"Damn it..."
Ye Mo cursed and slammed his fist hard against a nearby stone pillar.
The stone pillar made a dull thud, and several cracks appeared on its surface.
Emma Frost floated down beside him, her face as pale as paper, her lips trembling slightly.
Although the mental interference just now successfully delayed Klaue for a few seconds, it also completely exhausted her last bit of mental energy.
She leaned on Ye Mo's shoulder, panting heavily, her eyes filled with helplessness.
"Can't catch up?"
She asked softly, her voice so weak it seemed a gust of wind could carry it away.
T'Challa stood up from the rubble and dusted himself off.
His Black Panther Suit was covered in mud and blood, and his eyes were terrifyingly sinister.
"That's Wakanda's highest-spec assault vehicle; no one but my father could control it so smoothly."
T'Challa gritted his teeth and said, "How could he have such skill?"
Ye Mo did not answer immediately.
His gaze was fixed intently on the sky.
Only a faint trail remained, which was quickly dispersed by the wind high in the sky.
If we let Klaue escape like this, not only will all our previous efforts be in vain, but more importantly, Klaue may still be hiding crucial clues about the Vibranium smuggling network.
Once he escapes back overseas, finding him again will be incredibly difficult.
"We can't just let this go."
Ye Mo said in a low voice.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The cold, robotic notification sounded in my mind again.
[High-energy spatial fluctuations have been detected. Activate the " Spatial Perception " module?]
Ye Mo silently recited in his mind: Activate.
In an instant, the world changed.
The sunlight, buildings, and crowds that were originally clearly visible gradually faded in his field of vision, replaced by a three-dimensional grid composed of countless lines and points of light.
These lines represent the flow of space, while the dots of light mark the distribution of gravity and energy.
He "saw" the residual heat energy trails in the air, like glowing ribbons winding their way into the distance.
At the end of that ribbon, there was a faint but clear signal source, moving rapidly.
That's Klaue's aircraft.
Ye Mo opened his eyes, and the light in them gradually returned to its clarity.
He turned his head and looked at T'Challa and Emma Frost.
I can sense his location.
Ye Mo pointed to the mountains in the southeast, "He's flying that way, very fast, but he hasn't entered Hiss cruise mode yet."
T'Challa paused for a moment, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Spatial Perception?
He repeated the word, seemingly digesting the new concept.
For Wakanda, technology is a powerful support, but they remain curious and wary of this supernatural ability.
However, now is not the time to study the principles.
"Lead the way."
T'Challa said briefly.
He didn't ask Ye Mo how he did it, nor did he question the authenticity of this ability.
On this battlefield, the result is the only truth.
Emma Frost struggled to stand up straight. Although her face was still pale, a fighting spirit rekindled in her eyes.
"My mental strength still needs time to recover, but I can maintain a low-intensity mental link to help you pinpoint the target's approximate location."
She said it, her tone firm.
Ye Mo nodded.
"Okay, let's go then."
The three said no more and quickly left the center of the square.
Okoye's female guards have begun clearing the site, and the escort of prisoners is proceeding in an orderly manner.
No one noticed the three figures quietly disappearing.
Ye Mo walked at the front, and with the visual advantage brought by his Spatial Perception, he ran across the rugged ground as if it were flat ground.
The surrounding scenery rushed past, and the wind whistled in my ears.
T'Challa followed closely behind, his steps steady and powerful, each step perfectly in sync with Ye Mo's rhythm.
Emma Frost hovered in mid-air, carefully maintaining the output of her mental energy. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead again, but her gaze remained fixed on the void in front of her.
The border mountains of Wakanda are rolling and covered with lush vegetation.
Here, high-tech radar signals are interfered with, and traditional tracking methods often fail.
But for Ye Mo, who possesses " Spatial Perception," this place is like an unfolded holographic map.
He can clearly see the direction of airflow hidden in the clouds, and he can also sense the density changes of rocks beneath the ground.
Although Klaue's aircraft was flying at high speed, it was impossible to completely conceal its presence in such complex terrain.
Especially when it starts its engine, the heat radiation it generates is as conspicuous in the field of Spatial Perception as a searchlight in the dark.
"There is a canyon two kilometers ahead."
Ye Mo pointed ahead and said, "His trajectory has clearly deviated; it seems he's trying to use the canyon's terrain to block our view."
T'Challa scoffed, "A mere trick."
He sped forward, his figure leaving a black afterimage in the sunlight.
Ye Mo and Emma Frost followed closely behind.
The mountain air became thin and cold, and the leaves rustled in the wind.
In the distance, a dark dot can be faintly seen moving between the mountain peaks.
Klaue was clearly no pushover either.
He kept changing his altitude and direction, trying to shake off the tail behind him.
But Ye Mo's Spatial Perception was like an invisible net, and no matter how much Klaue struggled, he could not escape the constraints of that net.
He's flying deeper into the area.
Ye Mo narrowed his eyes, sensing the increasingly intense energy fluctuations in the space.
"That's a no-man's-land, with extremely complex terrain; a slight misstep could send you crashing into a mountainside."
T'Challa increased his speed, the Vibranium claws in his hands gleaming coldly.
"Then let him know the consequences of angering Black Panther."
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out of Ye Mo's sight.
Ye Mo took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and unleashed his full power.
Mud flew up from his feet as he moved through the mountains and forests like a ghost.
Emma Frost followed closely behind him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
This chase has only just begun.
Ahead of them, Klaue's aircraft was emitting a sharp alarm, warning of the impending danger.
The echoes in the valley were mixed with the roar of engines and the sound of claws tearing through the air.
Everything is moving in an unknown direction.