The eerie blue light emanating from the decoder screen was glaringly bright in the dim cave, like a tireless electronic eye staring intently at the three exhausted individuals. Ye Mo felt his head still throbbing; the frantic run and the sheer force of the shield had drained his energy completely. He leaned back in his folding chair, his eyelids heavy as lead, but his fingers dared not leave the touchscreen. The data backup progress bar was still slowly climbing, but he knew the real trump card wasn't on that bar, but in the encrypted folder deep within the chip.
"Don't space out." Emma Frost's voice was weak. She leaned against the wall, her face even paler than before. Maintaining the signal jamming had severely depleted her mental energy; she could barely lift her eyelids. "Since that guy Klaue dared to cooperate with Hydra, he must be holding something he's not interested in. We need to dig it out quickly, or we won't even have a chance to regret it once they've built the weapon."
T'Challa stood at the corner of the table, arms crossed, his black suit still covered in dust from the explosion. He didn't speak, but stared sharply at the screen, waiting for Ye Mo's move. As the king of Wakanda, he was used to being in control, but now, faced with an unknown threat, he could only rely on the technical means of Ye Mo, an "outsider."
Ye Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning in his stomach. He knew he couldn't crack it by brute force alone; the chip's encryption level was ridiculously high, and even ordinary hackers would be driven in the dark. He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the Gene Spiral Tower in his mind. The seventh layer felt slightly warm, a lingering effect of " Vibranium Sense," a unique intuition. He didn't try to analyze the code, but instead extended his senses to touch the flowing data streams.
To ordinary people, data is just cold numbers and characters; but to Ye Mo, who possesses Vibranium Sense, these data carry a special "frequency." Just like searching for a specific instrument in a noisy concert, he needs to find the frequency that resonates with Vibranium energy.
" Emma Frost, help me filter out the jumbled information." Ye Mo opened his eyes, his voice hoarse but clear, "I'll take care of finding the 'essence,' you take care of sorting out the 'logic.'"
Emma Frost nodded and closed her eyes. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as her Telepathy abilities activated once more. This time, she didn't try to read other people's thoughts; instead, she transformed herself into a giant filter, sifting through all the wildly flashing code, gibberish, and hidden paths on the screen. A deluge of information flooded her mind, causing her to furrow her brow, but she didn't back down.
Ye Mo focused on the faint vibration. Among the countless chaotic data streams, one area stood out. The data nodes there seemed to be injected with some kind of high-energy substance, each pulse carrying a metallic texture. It wasn't an ordinary sonic weapon blueprint; it contained the shadow of Vibranium.
"Found it." Ye Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers quickly swiping across the screen, precisely opening a folder named "Project Golden Sonic".
The moment the folder opened, the holographic projection platform automatically lit up. A complex mechanical diagram appeared in the air, red lines interwoven into a massive net. Ye Mo pointed to the core component in the diagram and exclaimed, "Look here! This isn't an ordinary alloy shell; it's a specially treated array of Vibranium fragments!"
T'Challa leaned closer, his pupils contracting sharply. He recognized the structure. In Wakanda's historical records, this structure was called the " Forbidden Resonance Chamber." It was a variant application strictly forbidden from being used outside the country because it could amplify the amplitude of sound waves dozens of times, creating an indestructible penetrating force. Ordinary sonic weapons could only cause dizziness and tinnitus, but this weapon could directly shatter internal organs and even tear apart concrete walls.
" Golden Sonic..." T'Challa's voice was deep and cold, tinged with suppressed rage. " Klaue isn't just selling weapons; he's manufacturing strategic-level destructive weapons. If such weapons fall into the hands of terrorist organizations, any city could be silently reduced to ruins."
Emma Frost opened her eyes, a cold glint in them. She quickly pulled up another document, which detailed the weapon's power test data. The data showed that a single shot could cause fatal damage within a 500-meter radius.
"This isn't just a weapon; it's a tool of Carnage," Emma Frost said coldly. " Klaue doesn't care about politics; he only cares about profit and chaos. He's putting this destructive power on the table to create panic and then profit from it."
Ye Mo stared at the cold, hard parameters on the screen, feeling his palms sweat again. He had initially thought this was just evidence of commercial espionage, but he hadn't expected such a deep conspiracy to be hidden behind it. Klaue didn't just want to sell Vibranium; he wanted to tear apart the peace of Wakanda and sell it to those who craved chaos.
"Fear stems from the unknown, but even more so from helplessness." Ye Mo broke the silence, his voice soft yet resolute. "If we pretend not to see it now, it will be too late to regret it once those weapons appear on the streets. Your Majesty Black Panther, your responsibility is not only to protect Wakanda, but also to protect the innocent people on this continent."
T'Challa fell silent. He stared at the cold weapon specifications on the screen, then looked out at the pitch-black night. Wakanda had long adhered to isolationism, unwilling to easily expose its technological weaknesses or the presence of internal traitors. But if they concealed it now, it would be irreversible once Klaue's weapon was completed.
Emma Frost gently grasped Ye Mo's hand, conveying a soothing emotional response, then turned to T'Challa: "We're not here to force you to abandon your principles, but to remind you that some enemies have crossed the line. Klaue doesn't care about politics; he only cares about profit and chaos. Escape won't bring peace; only by facing the darkness can we protect the light."
T'Challa a deep breath and straightened his back. He realized that running away would not bring peace; only by facing the darkness could he protect the light. He nodded in agreement, indicating that he would immediately activate the highest level of external communication protocol to send a copy of this data to S.H.I.E.L.D.. and the core members of the Avengers, calling for the establishment of a temporary joint defense line.
"Now that we've chosen to go public, there's no turning back." T'Challa turned to face the two men and said seriously, "Next, we need to find Klaue's supply lines. Once we cut off his supplies, these weapons are just scrap metal."
Ye Mo watched the progress bar complete, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly. He leaned back in his chair, feeling the slow return of energy within his body. He knew this was only the first step; the real battle had just begun.