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Chapter 233 - 232. USA vs Wakanda -4

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Sphinx blinked at her boss's words.

"A… real god?"

"Something like Thor?" she asked hesitantly.

Nolan didn't look up from his console. "Closer to that, yes. But even gods are just… highly evolved beings."

If given the chance, Nolan fully intended to capture Wakanda's deity, the Black Panther God, for study.

Unlike belief-born totems, this one had shaped Wakanda itself. It had granted the Black Panther's strength it wasn't created by their worship. That meant it was a natural god, born of nature and raw mysticism.

Sphinx swallowed hard.

To Nolan, even gods were specimens.

She was suddenly struck by fear. Her father had once tried to challenge this man.

And lost everything.

If the Malik family had known Nolan's true strength, they'd have never dared cross him.

Their name, their wealth, their legacy all of it now belonged to him.

Even their lives.

"You may go," Nolan said calmly, glancing at her.

"I've already forgotten your father's mistake. As long as your people obey… you'll see a world far beyond your imagination."

Sphinx dropped to her knees. "I wouldn't dare defy you, my lord."

Nolan nodded. His focus returned to the dimly glowing spellbook in his hands. With vibranium nearly secured, his next objective was the creation of dimensional magical artifacts.

Sphinx left immediately to carry out his orders.

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Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the tide had turned again.

With the Avengers joining the fight and Wakanda's high-tech arsenal fully unleashed, the American military had lost its hard-earned ground.

The frontlines froze.

Then—

Tempest winds howled across the savanna.

Clear skies vanished. Clouds gathered. A tornado spiraled into being, linking heaven and earth in a storm of destruction.

It wasn't either.

It was synthetic.

Ross had activated the next phase of his plan: Sentinel drones enhanced with weather-manipulation genes cloned from the mutant Storm's DNA.

They didn't need strategy.

They just needed to unleash chaos.

Wakandan soldiers were swept off the ground. Some used energy shields to land safely. Others… didn't.

Bones shattered. Hearts pierced. Death.

"Break the vortex with sound!" Shuri shouted.

Massive sonic cannons rolled into position and began to hum, unleashing directed waves at the spiraling air column.

T'Challa's jaw clenched beneath his mask.

His people were dying.

"These damned Sentinels…" he muttered.

"I need EMP coverage. Friday engage sentinel disruption protocols," Tony commanded.

Immediately, Stark-tech drones scattered across the battlefield, each one releasing electromagnetic pulses designed to interrupt AI control.

The effect was immediate.

Sentinels froze in place.

Some hovered, glitching. Others fell out of the sky.

But without guidance, the vortex they'd created became a wild, feral storm growing larger by the second.

Shuri's sonic vehicles opened fire. Wave after wave of vibrations rippled outward, disrupting air pressure.

The cyclone unraveled.

Dispersed.

Tony watched from above, satisfied. "Let's call that a win."

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At U.S. command, General Ross was livid.

His most powerful weapon, their storm-based breakthrough, had just been neutralized.

SLAM!

His fist crushed the console table in front of him.

"Damn Stark! We should've dismantled his company when we had the chance!"

Turning to his aide, Ross barked, "Start the smear campaign. Make it clear: Stark is aiding a WMD-harboring nation and obstructing lawful investigation."

The aide hesitated. "Sir… about the vote in Congress?"

Ross narrowed his eyes.

"I want authorization to deploy tactical nukes. Precision strikes. No more delays."

"Understood. Our corporate backers have begun lobbying. The narrative's shifting. Opposition from neutral factions is collapsing."

Ross leaned back, exhaling slowly.

This was it.

For weeks, the proposed act, The Wakanda Engagement Oversight Resolution, had failed to pass.

It banned the use of dirty bombs, tactical nukes, and WMDs on foreign sovereign soil.

But now?

Thanks to intense pressure from corporate lobbies, media smokescreens, and strategic leaks…

It passed.

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Capitol Hill, U.S.A.

Inside the Senate chamber, the gavel struck.

"The resolution has passed."

Language restricting advanced weapons use was revoked.

All that remained was a presidential signature.

And the moment the ink dried?

The green light was given.

Ross's voice came over secure comms:

"Begin."

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