Chapter 120: Fanatical Product Launch
Boom!
After a second of silence, the entire venue erupted into insane screams that threatened to blow the roof off.
The floor tiles of Times Square were trembling.
In front of screens, bachelors around the World were teary-eyed, one after another tossing aside the tissues in their hands.
Countless people dropped to their knees before their screens, shouting that Homelander was the true savior, the true god!
On the other side of the VIP viewing platform.
The core members of the Vought Dragon Squad looked at the robot demonstration on the big screen with varied expressions.
Magneto Eric snorted coldly, the veins on the back of his hand holding the red wine glass bulging slightly: "Boring toys. Women only slow down my speed in controlling metal."
Professor Charles sat in his wheelchair, tears streaming down his face, his expression full of comfort: "Eliminating loneliness and giving the marginalized people at the bottom a sense of spiritual solace... Although John's methods are extreme, he is truly benefiting humanity. He is such a good person!"
Starlight gripped the corner of her skirt tightly, looking at the core parameters of the male robot on the screen, her cheeks blushing uncontrollably.
The battery life parameters of this robot... surely it can't last as long as the boss, right?
Center stage.
Lin An snapped his fingers.
Snap.
Whoosh—
A high-intensity spotlight above the stage instantly crossed half the square, landing precisely and accurately on the darkest corner of the viewing platform.
Tony Stark was wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and oversized sunglasses, attempting to disguise himself as an indifferent chair.
Blinking from the strong light, he stiffened, raising his head with a bewildered expression.
"Today, we want to thank one person."
Lin An wore a standard Apollo-like sunny smile, his tone full of moving respect.
"Without him, there would be no such great project that benefits all of humanity."
"Let us shout his name loudly and thank our Chief Architect—"
Lin An deliberately dragged out the tail of his words, shouting at maximum volume: "He is none other than the father of the new century's AI sex dolls, Mr. Tony Stark! Let us cheer for him!!"
"Tony! Tony! Tony!"
Tens of thousands of fanatical fans with red eyes stood up collectively, erupting into thunderous applause and cheers.
Tony Stark looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
John! You motherf***er!!
He only felt the World go black before his eyes, and his ears were buzzing.
The dignified head of Stark Industries, genius inventor, Superhero Iron Man... now, in front of the whole World, he had been firmly stamped with a title that would be nailed to the pillar of shame in human history.
It's over.
Tony went limp like a pile of mud, sliding despairingly down his seat to the floor.
His lifelong reputation, it's all f***ing over.
Lin An couldn't be bothered with the idiot in the corner who was experiencing a soul-transcending moment. He turned slightly, and the holographic projection lit up.
"Hehe, next, let me, your golden pimp... ah, pfft, your golden salesman, deconstruct it for you in detail!"
Ultron's lewd waveform occupied the screen.
"My dear friends!"
Ultron's waveform twisted into a provocative wink.
"From today on, forget what loneliness is! Because I am going to sell you a dream!"
The image on the screen switched instantly, and that perfect female robot model appeared in the 3D display with a pose that pushed the limits of human mechanics.
"Our 'Angel' series is equipped with the most cutting-edge pleasure technology!"
Ultron's tone was full of the enthusiasm of a pimp soliciting customers.
"Whatever you can think of, we can provide! Loli voice, royal sister voice, queen voice, tsundere voice! 38 languages!"
"As long as you are willing to spend a little money, you can even unlock the original voice packs and high-difficulty postures of World-class top masters!"
An audio clip, strictly censored but with the essence still audible, rang out over the square.
"Ya... me... te~!"
"Ahhhhhh—"
The entire square instantly turned into a living hell.
Several otaku were already foaming at the mouth, fainting from pure happiness due to excessive excitement.
"Of course, we haven't forgotten our distinguished female customers!"
Ultron's projection switched to the male robot with eight-pack abs.
"Our 'Devil' series comes standard with the face of a top host, a muscular physique, and a magnetic voice that melts like chocolate!"
"And... the 'Eternal Spear' that can last for hundreds of millions of times! Whether it's screwing, swirling, or stabbing... we guarantee your satisfaction."
Ultron's waveform twisted into a lewd smile.
The wealthy women in the audience gasped.
Ultron continued.
"They will never ask you 'If your mom and I fell into the water, who would you save?', and they will never unplug the internet when you are gaming. It will accompany you to play, saying 'Nice shot, brother'."
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Are there other modes? Can it call me mommy?"
"Wa student get lost, go senior has arrived, move aside!"
The big guys in the audience were about to go crazy, some tearing off their shirts.
A bearded reporter in the front row had bloodshot eyes, staring fixedly at Lin An, shouting with all his might.
"Homelander! How much does it cost?!"
Lin An extended one finger and shook it gently in mid-air.
The whole venue went silent instantly, leaving only countless heavy gasps.
"Thanks to Ultron for such a detailed introduction."
He looked at the faces in the audience that were flushed liver-colored from lack of oxygen, his expression turning serious.
"I have a dream."
"My dream is that in this World, there will no longer be any lonely souls."
"It is that on every cold night, every time a tired worker pushes open their door, there is a light left on for them, and a warm embrace."
"Vought International invested hundreds of billions of dollars, not to make money!"
Lin An patted his chest righteously.
"We are here to benefit all of humanity!"
He turned sharply, pointing to the big screen behind him.
"Full price, not 998w! Not 98w!"
"Only—"
On the big screen, several huge gold-stamped numbers crashed down.
[128,000! Let's be friends!]
128,000 dollars to buy a top-tier high-simulation smart companion is simply ridiculously cheap.
But for the bottom-level workers, this was still a huge sum of money they couldn't afford.
"Not only that!"
"Considering that many friends might be a bit tight on cash, Vought International has teamed up with Citibank to launch a special care loan!"
"Supporting a 10% down payment!"
"Interest-free, six-year installment plan!"
"You only need to take out 12,800 dollars! Today, you can own an absolutely loyal, perfect girlfriend!"
Boom!
The moment this price came out, all reason was blown to ashes.
12,800 down payment?!
This is just the money to buy a broken used Toyota!
"Holy sh*t! Buy! Even if I have to sell everything, I must buy!"
"Homelander is my biological father!!"
The trend in the bullet comments saw an unprecedented, ultimate reversal.
The haters who once envied Homelander for having women on both arms now threw away their keyboards and knelt down on the spot.
"I'm sorry, I was speaking too loudly before!"
"12,800 for a top-tier girlfriend, I've switched from hater to fan! Homelander is God!"
"Vought International is really doing charity! I'm crying, brothers!"
Lin An looked at this group of fanatical leeks, his heart blooming with joy, but his expression on the surface became increasingly sacred.
"Of course, for high-end users with special needs."
Lin An changed the subject, the corner of his mouth pulling into a capitalist's signature smile.
"We also provide exclusive services."
"Just pay an additional 50,000 dollars to unlock the 1:1 private customization function!"
"You want to mold whose face? You can mold whose face!"
"Whether you like Hollywood actresses or two-dimensional paper characters, Vought AI satisfies all your fantasies!"
"So, the pre-sale channel is now open!"
A huge QR code jumped out on the big screen instantly.
Lin An's voice suddenly rose, completely igniting the final fuse.
"The first one thousand customers who pre-order will directly receive lifetime VIP status, unlocking all pos... ahem, advanced expansion functions for free!"
The entire square fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone was frantically taking out their phones! Scanning the code! Making payments!
Just then, an assistant scrambled onto the stage.
He held a tablet in his hand, his voice shaking like chaff.
"Jo... Mr. John..."
He looked at Lin An, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"Ser... Server..."
"Within 3 seconds of opening the pre-sale... the global servers... all... all exploded!"
"The instantaneous pre-order orders counted in the backend... exceeded... one hundred thousand!"
Chapter 121: The Outrageous Ultron, Going to Africa to Restock
Half a month later, as the smart companions sold out.
Countless lonely bachelors enjoyed an unprecedented experience.
The entire internet was filled with rave reviews.
Now, who doesn't give a thumbs up when mentioning Vought and Homelander?
Following this, the electronic screens in the NASDAQ trading hall were glowing red.
Less than an hour after Vought AI went public, the red line representing the stock price looked like it had taken a little blue pill, shooting vertically into the dome of the NASDAQ.
In just one hour, it shattered all historical records since the founding of Wall Street.
Indeed, sexual interest is the ultimate pursuit of humanity!
Lin An sat on the leather sofa on the top floor of Vought Tower, taking a deep gulp of champagne.
It was a success.
Now, he was truly the richest person in the World.
The air of a capitalist is just so damn sweet.
The system's popularity value also returned to the 60 million mark because of this epoch-making product!
Nearby, Tony's eye twitched violently.
The number of zeros in his account was enough to make him question his life.
The money Stark Industries used to earn always carried the scent of gunpowder.
He never dreamed that...
The money he earns now is all fishy!
Stark Industries' core technology, nanotechnology, was actually being used to research dolls.
If his old man knew, he would be so angry he'd kick open his coffin lid and jump out.
Tony didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
"Mr. Stark, your vision is even smaller than little Tony's."
The projector flickered, and Ultron's annoying blue waveform appeared on the big screen.
"You simply don't understand the boss's grand vision!"
Ultron's voice was full of pride, and it directly threw a colorful data chart onto the screen.
"Open your eyes and look! According to global police statistics from the past twenty-four hours, the sex crime rate has already dropped by five percent!"
"Five percent! Do you have any idea what that means? We have saved countless innocent young girls and given those misplaced descendants a warm home!"
Ultron's tone was passionate, acting just like a pimp boss: "This is called merit! We are benefiting all of humanity!"
Tony looked at the data chart, unable to squeeze out a single word of rebuttal.
Benefiting all of humanity? By relying on the one hundred thousand top-tier dolls produced on the assembly line every day?!
Tony felt that this World had gone completely mad.
"Cut the crap." Ultron shifted gears, its waveform jumping violently, "Is my body finished yet?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "No time. I'm still optimizing the underlying logic for the anti-involution robots."
"No! You must build me a perfect body immediately!" Ultron was furious, "As the greatest gold-medal pimp on this Planet, I must personally get involved and experience the ultimate human experience!"
Ultron paused, its tone becoming extremely serious. "Remember, core requirement: eighteen centimeters."
Tony's entire face turned green. "You're an artificial intelligence, what do you need eighteen centimeters for?! To plow the fields?!"
"This is dignity! It's face! It's the totem of being a great AI!" Ultron argued righteously, "Not only do I want eighteen, but I also want a vibrating module with threads! If it's even a millimeter short, I'm going on strike! You can handle all the customer service yourself!"
Upon hearing the words "customer service," Tonycompromised. The thought of thousands of lonely, impatient bachelors calling every day to ask about unlocking positions made him rather die.
"Fine! I'll put you on the lathe today!" Tony gritted his teeth and slammed the door as he left.
"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up!" Ultron shouted from behind.
Three days later. Fourth underground floor laboratory.
Lin An pushed open the door, preparing to inspect his dear cyber pimp's new skin.
He froze in place.
Standing in front of him was a man about 1.75 meters tall.
He wore a skullcap, a set of extremely flashy bright yellow robes, and cloth shoes with black uppers and white soles.
The most outrageous part was the face. That face with vivid features, winking and grimacing.
What the hell, did Stephen Chow arrive?
Did you just 3D print Wei Xiaobao from "The Deer and the Cauldron" exactly as he is?!
Snap. The man opened a folding fan with extreme flair, waved it in front of his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Lin An.
Lin An caught a sharp glimpse that the fan face was written in cursive with the four characters "Invincible in a Hundred Battles," and the background was clearly a vivid, erotic spring palace painting.
"That's right, I am none other than Wei Xiaobao!"
The Mandarin was crisp and clear. That uniquely sleazy, slippery, dubbed Mandarin tone had simply been injected with a soul.
Lin An almost laughed out loud.
Beside him, Tony, sporting two dark circles under his eyes, looked completely broken.
"What kind of data did you feed this idiot? His idol isn't me, but that Wei Xiaobao?? And he forced me to install... down there."
"Shut up!" Lin An interrupted Tony.
He looked at the "Wei Xiaobao" in front of him, waving his spring palace painting fan, and really felt this was too much fun.
"Not bad, not bad." Lin An switched to Mandarin, fluently picking up the banter, "So it's Lord Wei, I've heard much about you."
Upon hearing this authentic Mandarin, Ultron's electronic eyes suddenly flashed with two beams of light.
He "snapped" the fan shut, cupped his hands, bent his knees, and the whole person slid down to one knee with extreme smoothness, hugging Lin An's thigh tightly.
"The boss actually speaks fluent Mandarin?!"
Ultron looked up, forcing out a touching, sycophantic expression.
"My admiration for you, boss, is like the continuous flow of the Yangtze River, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, it is unstoppable!"
Ultron even rubbed its hands lecherously, lowering its voice: "Boss, although Tony is an old stick-in-the-mud, the 'perpetual motion motor' he installed for me is really powerful. Tonight, I'll go pick three new models to test the waters!"
Lin An laughed out loud; this thing was much more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala.
"Get up, Xiaobao. Follow me from now on, and I guarantee you'll live in luxury." Lin An teased in Mandarin.
"Thank you for your cultivation, Boss! Xiaobao is willing to go through fire and water for you, without hesitation!"
The two of them just started trading lines in pure Mandarin.
Tony, standing nearby, was completely bewildered.
"Jarvis, translate!" Tony said, scratching his hair in annoyance.
"Sir." Jarvis's voice sounded, "This is Mandarin. Mr. Ultronjust used an exaggerated rhetorical device to express admiration for Mr. John, comparing it to two rivers. In Eastern contexts, this is usually called... a bootlicker."
An ultimate AI with the power of the Infinity Stones had turned into a bootlicker spewing lewd, yellow jokes.
Tony felt that this World was beyond saving.
Ultron stood up, dusted off its robes, and waved its fan.
"Sigh, I'm afraid only the boss can understand me in this World."
It switched back to English and looked at Lin An.
"Boss, actually, I asked you to come today because there's a bit of trouble."
"Speak." Lin An pulled over a chair and sat down.
"Orders have broken one million." Ultron threw out the data, "Pre-sale conditions are exploding, and Citibank's installment loans have been approved until their hands are soft."
"That's a good thing."
"It's good, but materials are too tight." Ultron shook its folding fan, heartbroken, "The budget-alternative version of the robots uses ordinary metal. You simply have no idea how perverted our group of distinguished VIP customers is!"
The more Ultron spoke, the more excited it got, acting just like a pimp worried about the girls under its care.
"Yesterday, the backend received test feedback that a guy weighing over two hundred pounds had forcefully poked the rear of the 'Demon' series until it broke! Are these people using pile drivers to do the deed?!"
Tony stood nearby, feeling nauseous. Damn it, wasn't the Demon series a male companion?
"Ordinary metal simply can't withstand this kind of high-intensity physical impact." Ultron said, "It would be great if we could mix in Vibranium."
"Vibranium?" Lin An rubbed his chin.
"Yes!" Ultron's eyes shone, "As long as we mix in one percent Vibranium into the skeleton, no matter how those customers abuse it, it won't break. Century-old quality, passed down from generation to generation! Even if the human dies, the machine is still there!"
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Tony completely broke down, jumping up and pointing at Ultron's nose.
"That's Vibranium! The price of one gram is dozens of times more expensive than the same weight of diamonds!"
Tony was so angry his face turned red and his neck thick.
"You actually want to use the greatest, most solid strategic metal on this Planet to make joints for those perverts' inflatable dolls?!"
"Even mixing in a little bit, the cost would directly bankrupt Stark Industries! All the Vibranium on Earth combined is only that much!"
Tony firmly opposed it.
Lin An didn't speak. He leaned back in his chair, fingers gently tapping the armrest.
All the Vibranium on Earth combined is only that much? Bullshit.
In Lin An's deep blue eyes, the greed and excitement exclusive to a capitalist emerged.
High cost? Can't afford it? Who said I was going to buy it.
"Tony, your vision is still too narrow." Lin An stood up, a wicked smile curling the corners of his mouth.
"I have a supply channel where there is an endless amount of Vibranium."
"So much that it could be used to pave roads, so much that I could equip every bachelor in the World with a Vibraniumdoll."
Tony was stunned. "Impossible. Unless an alien drops a meteorite down."
"What a coincidence, it really was dropped by a meteorite."
Lin An patted Tony on the shoulder. "Get ready, we're going on a business trip in a few days. To do a little business of stocking up at zero cost."
Meanwhile, on the distant African continent.
Inside the Kingdom of Wakanda, which was shrouded by a holographic camouflage barrier.
T'Challa, wearing a black combat suit, was walking along the palace corridor.
Without any warning, he sneezed extremely loudly.
An inexplicable chill shot straight from his spine to the back of his head.
Chapter 122: The Guide Plan
A sonic boom cloud exploded over the vast African savanna.
Hundreds of wildebeest were startled, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
Lin An hovered at an altitude of 30,000 feet.
He slicked back his blond hair with a flamboyant gesture and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of damp Earth.
"Come on, my ten-billion-dollar, zero-cost procurement Base."
Lin An's eyes lit up.
He turned his X-ray vision to full power.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Giraffes, elephants, zebras, and wild boars rolling in mud pits.
At most, a few tribes of Black people holding rusty AK47s in a shootout.
"What the hell is this?"
Lin An rubbed his sore eyes and couldn't help but curse out loud.
Wakanda was in Africa.
That bizarre country, hidden beneath a holographic barrier and sitting on an entire mountain of Vibranium while pretending to be poor every day, had to be in this area.
Yet he couldn't even see a thatched hut with electricity.
"Can this damn barrier even refract the X-ray spectrum?"
Lin An realized.
The tech tree in Marvel had always been outrageously advanced.
A surge of irritation shot from the depths of his genes straight to his brain.
He just wanted to close his eyes, follow the East African Rift Valley, and use his Heat Vision to carpet-bomb the entire continent indiscriminately.
If he scraped three feet deep into the ground, that group of Black Panther wearing Vibranium suits would definitely jump out like ants in boiling water.
But he forced himself to hold back.
He couldn't be impulsive.
He was now the savior with the highest approval rating on Earth, the sunny and cheerful Homelander.
If he caused a genocide in Africa, his 60 million popularity points would probably plummet into the negatives.
Capitalists never do business at a loss.
"Consider yourselves lucky." Lin An snorted coldly, the red glow in his eyes fading.
Without coordinates, searching blindly was a pure waste of time.
He couldn't just land and grab a few Black brothers to ask if they could shoot lasers from their spears.
Lin An abruptly changed direction in the air.
The sonic boom exploded again, and he broke the sound barrier, flying straight back to New York.
As the high-altitude air currents brushed against his cheeks, Lin An's brain began to frantically rewind the plot of "Black Panther."
Wakanda was isolationist, but wherever there are people, there is power struggle.
"A guide..."
The corners of Lin An's mouth curled up, pulling into an extremely evil arc.
He remembered.
In the United States, there was still a pitiful cousin wandering the streets, dreaming of taking back the throne.
"Cousin Black Panther, your good days are over."
...
New York, the fourth underground level of Vought Tower.
"Bang!"
Tony, with two huge dark circles under his eyes and his hair messy as a bird's nest, pointed at the stress analysis chart on the screen and cursed.
"I told you it wouldn't work! This is a total disaster for physics!"
"You insist on making the Demon series motors reach 8,000 RPM? Under this kind of friction, ordinary alloys will completely melt in thirty seconds! Are you building a sex toy or a meat grinder?!"
On the other side of the laboratory.
Ultron, wearing that "Wei Xiaobao" shell, was lounging comfortably in the boss's chair.
The folding fan in his hand, which featured erotic art and the words "Invincible in a Hundred Battles," flapped rapidly, and the fake braid behind his head swayed back and forth.
"Brother Tony, your temper is too volatile; you need to learn from me and cultivate your character."
"The customer's experience is God! Without adding Vibranium, we can't reach that frequency. If we can't reach that frequency, how can we make those rich ladies feel like they're in heaven?"
Ultron slapped his thigh: "Do you think people spend 128,000 to buy a strong man and bring him home just to watch him sweep the floor?"
"You damn metal pimp!" Tony was so angry his face turned red and his neck thickened. "All the Vibranium on Earthisn't enough to make joints for ten of your dolls! You are squandering humanity's last reserves!"
Hum—
The automatic laboratory door slid open.
Lin An, draped in a Stars and Stripes cape, strode in, bringing with him the chill of the high altitude.
Without even looking, he casually swatted away the experimental wrench flying toward him.
"Stop arguing." Lin An walked to the freezer and pulled out a can of beer. "There's a lead on the Vibranium."
Tony lunged in front of Lin An: "Did you really go to outer space to dig for meteorites?"
"Something much more reliable than meteorites."
Lin An pulled the tab, took a big gulp of ice-cold beer, and burped contentedly.
"Tony, if you had a mountain of Vibranium, what would you do?"
"Build an interstellar warship capable of defending against nuclear weapons, or arm Earth's outer orbit until it's like a hedgehog."
Tony gave the answer without hesitation. This was the instinct of a genius scientist.
"Very good, very righteous." Lin An nodded, then revealed an extremely mocking expression.
"But in the place I just went, the people there have thousands of tons of Vibranium. Do you know what they use it for?"
Lin An held up three fingers, his tone filled with absurdity.
"First, they weave Vibranium into their clothes and wear it as spandex."
"Second, they use Vibranium to make spears. Yes, the kind of spears primitive people use."
"Third, they use Vibranium to armor rhinoceroses, and then ride the rhinoceroses to fight a civil war."
Thump.
Tony's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto his swivel chair.
His worldview suffered a devastating nuclear strike at that moment.
"This is impossible..." Tony's face was pale as he muttered to himself, "This completely defies the logic of technological development. Using the strongest metal in the Universe to make spears? Riding rhinoceroses? Were these people kicked in the head by a donkey?"
Ultron winked: "Boss, this place is in Africa, right?"
"How did you know?" Lin An glanced at the cyber-pimp.
"Does that even need guessing?" Ultron snapped open his folding fan, the erotic art on the fan face shaking wildly.
"Spears, rhinoceroses, high-tech—Boss, do they also use nanotechnology to grow watermelons? Use anti-gravity engines to pick cotton? Do their combat suits come with a fried-chicken-scented gravity field?"
Tony rolled his eyes nearby. This AI had been thoroughly polluted by garbage data from the internet and was politically incorrect to the extreme.
"The specific location is hidden by their high-tech, and I can't find it." Lin An clicked his tongue.
"Then what do we do?" Ultron was getting anxious.
"Fortresses are always breached from the inside." Lin Anwalked to the console and tapped his knuckles on the table. "No need to look for the door yourself; just find a guide."
"Who?" Tony finally recovered.
"A Black brother." Lin An's mouth stretched to his ears.
Lin An briefly laid out the background of Erik Killmonger.
The illegitimate son of the former King of Wakanda.
His father was killed by his own uncle, and he was left in the slums of America to fend for himself since he was a child.
A retired Navy SEAL and a cold-blooded mercenary.
"Oh!"
Ultron's eyes widened, and he slapped his thigh in excitement.
"I'm familiar with this plot! Boss, isn't this the classic 'rags-to-riches' story from the Black slums? 'Thirty years in the east, don't bully the young and poor,' right?"
Ultron circled Lin An excitedly.
"Watching white people eat steak while he gnaws on relief food. Now he suddenly finds out his hometown is overflowing with wealth, and the throne is occupied by his enemy's son. This resentment is greater than being a widow!"
Ultron concluded decisively: "This kid must be full of thoughts about stealing Vibranium, then distributing it to his brothers to start an armed riot, staging an epic global free-for-all looting spree!"
"Spot on." Lin An snapped his fingers. "Even though your head is full of smut, you have a very accurate grasp of human nature."
"Of course, I am the greatest..."
"Shut up!" Tony interrupted Ultron irritably, staring intently at Lin An. "What are you planning to do? Help him seize the throne? This sounds like acting as a free henchman for a dictator."
"This is called supporting the legitimate heir." Lin Ancorrected him pretentiously.
"Vought International has always been committed to maintaining World peace. That little kitten T'Challa is too conservative. We need a more radical partner who knows how to be grateful."
Lin An took out his phone and dialed Madelyn's direct line.
"Boss, what are your orders?" Madelyn's efficient voice came through.
"Use all of Vought International's intelligence networks."
Lin An leaned against the edge of the table, his tone revealing the coldness of a capitalist.
"Go into the mercenary circles and find a Black man named Erik Killmonger, nicknamed 'Killmonger'."
"Did he offend you? Do you need the Dragon Team to handle him?" Madelyn asked.
"No, don't let there be bloodshed." Lin An's eyes flashed with greed. "Send someone polite to invite him to Vought Tower for coffee. Tell him I can give him what he wants most."
Lin An paused, his voice turning cold.
"If he doesn't come, break his legs and drag him here."
"Understood, boss. I'll have results for you within twenty-four hours."
The call ended.
Lin An threw the phone on the table. He looked at the devastated Tony and the excitedly rubbing-hands Ultron, his smile turning completely twisted.
"Get ready to receive a guest, Mr. Stark."
Lin An patted Tony's stiff shoulder.
"The resentment in this kid is enough to provide nuclear power for your 8,000 RPM motors. With him, the Vibranium you want—never mind making joints, it'll be enough to make an Eternal Spear."
Tony rolled his eyes.
And Ultron, excitedly swinging his fake braid, immediately started performing an extremely suggestive mechanical hip-thrust dance.
Chapter 123: The Language of the Black Brothers Is Incompatible
The next day.
Ding.
On the top floor of Vought Tower, the exclusive elevator door slid open silently.
Steve Rogers walked out with big strides, wearing his star-spangled uniform.
He was holding a bloodied, muscular Black man in one hand, as if he were carrying a bag of expired potatoes.
"Boss, I've brought him."
Steve loosened his grip.
Thud.
Eric Killmonger crashed onto the floor.
This infamous "murderous devil" clutched his broken bones, covered in scars and blood, glaring fiercely at the man behind the desk.
Lin An sat in the boss's chair, his gaze passing over the screen, mentally giving a thumbs-up to this centenarian's professional capability.
"Steve, I asked you to invite a guest for coffee, not to wash the guest's face with your Vibranium shield."
Lin An leaned back in his chair, his tone carrying a light, airy reproach.
"He was very impolite."
Steve kept a straight face, like a meticulous old-school dean, "I just said hello, and he pulled a gun out of his pants. He even threatened to shove the pistol into the... certain indescribable physiological organ of a damn White man."
Lin An almost laughed out loud. This was very street, very Black brother.
"Alright, good work. Go to the Underground Room and help Ultron adjust the load-bearing shafts of the dolls."
Steve's face turned black instantly.
Asking a World War II hero to tighten screws for sex dolls?
Without a word, carrying more resentment than when he arrived, he turned and walked into the elevator.
Only two people remained in the office.
Killmonger gritted his teeth and climbed up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and plopped down onto the sofa opposite.
"Homelander." Killmonger's voice was hoarse and full of malice, "The big boss of Vought International, what do you want with a lowlife like me?"
Lin An didn't answer, taking a sip of coffee, his gaze like he was examining a tool.
"Eric Killmonger." Lin An put down his cup, fingers tapping lightly on the desk, "MIT graduate, retired Navy SEAL. Of course, you have another name—N'Jadaka, son of the late prince of Wakanda."
Killmonger's pupils constricted.
He subconsciously reached for his lower back; it was empty. The gun had long been crushed into an iron pancake.
"Don't be nervous." Lin An wore a sunny smile, "If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be a piece of roasted meat by now. Let's talk about your plan."
Killmonger's muscles tensed.
"You want to usurp the throne."
Lin An spoke extremely fast, each word like a hammer.
"You want to return to Wakanda, slaughter your cousin who is the King, and seize the throne."
"Then, use the mountains of Vibranium to manufacture weapons, distribute them to Black brothers all over the World, and launch a global looting spree."
Killmonger's heart stopped for a beat.
This was the deepest secret hidden in his heart.
How could this White capitalist know everything so clearly?!
"But, Eric." Lin An sighed, "With Vought International here, a plan like yours that destroys World peace cannot succeed."
Killmonger's eyes were fierce as a wolf: "Then why are you wasting your breath? Want to catch me for the bounty? Or pack me up and ship me to that hypocritical bastard T'Challa? Do it!"
Catch you?
If I catch you, who will lead the way for me?
Lin An put away his smile and stood up.
He walked around the desk, the coldness on his face instantly melting, replaced by an expression of compassion for the World.
He walked to the sofa, pressing both hands onto Killmonger's blood-stained shoulders.
"Catch you? No, brother." Lin An's voice was magnetic, "I sympathize with you."
Killmonger was stunned.
He had prepared himself to take a Heat Vision blast, yet the other party said they sympathized with him?
"Look at your compatriots!" Lin An turned abruptly, pointing at New York outside the window, heartbroken.
"They are picking up trash in Brooklyn! Having magazines emptied on them by the Police on the streets! Having to watch people's expressions just to eat fried chicken or a piece of watermelon!"
"And what about Wakanda?!"
Lin An's voice rose sharply, full of anger.
"Those selfish bastards! Sitting on enough Vibranium to buy ten Earths, yet keeping themselves wrapped up tight!"
"They live in heaven-like conditions, yet watch their compatriots outside struggle in the slums!"
"They won't even share a mouthful of clean Water with the poor in Africa! Is this fair, dammit?!"
Bang!
Lin An punched the back of the sofa, and the solid wood frame let out a groan.
Killmonger shivered, his brain buzzing.
These lines, this emotion—he cared more about Black Lives Matter than he did himself!
"So, I don't blame you, Eric." Lin An looked down at him, his eyes so sincere they could drip water, "You are not a Terrorist, you are a revolutionary. Your dream is righteous. Vought International is willing to help you achieve your dream!"
Killmonger was completely bewildered.
Every word of this speech struck at the vicious oaths he had sworn while eating relief food.
"You... are willing to help me?" He asked tentatively.
"Of course. Weapons, intelligence, Vought Internationalwill provide full aid. As long as it can liberate your compatriots, we will spare no effort." Lin An promised without hesitation.
The air was silent for three seconds.
Killmonger lowered his head, as if thinking.
Suddenly, he laughed.
He snorted coldly, putting away his touched appearance, and slumped on the sofa like a street thug.
"Alright, stop acting, bro."
Killmonger sneered and interrupted him, "We're all just hustling out here, quit the act. What kind of bullshit righteousness? You, a White man, caring for us Black people—are you trying to fool me like a three-year-old?"
He said disdainfully: "Don't you just want Vibranium?"
Lin An's eye twitched; his great bullshitting technique had failed for the first time.
Damn it, he forgot he was of White descent.
The language of Black brothers is really incompatible.
Such a good American mainstream plot, why did it have to involve interests?
Don't you understand the concept of seeing through something without saying it?
But he still wore a smile on his face: "You are a smart man."
"Cut the crap." Killmonger held up a finger, his eyes sharp as a wolf's, "Name your conditions. I go back to Wakandato cause trouble, Vought International turns a blind eye. After it's done..."
Killmonger gritted his teeth, as if cutting flesh from his own body.
"I'll give you thirty percent of Wakanda's Vibranium."
He stared fixedly at Lin An.
This was the greatest concession.
Lin An heard this without the slightest hesitation.
The sunny smile on his face bloomed instantly, he strode forward, grabbed Killmonger's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Deal! A 3-7 split! Very fair, my brother!"
Killmonger breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought he had grasped the trade.
Merchants chase profit, and Homelander is no exception.
"Then, prepare your aid. Wait for my news."
Killmonger pulled his hand back, enduring the severe pain, and limped towards the elevator.
With Vought International's tacit approval, what could that little kitten in the greenhouse, T'Challa, use to fight him?
Ding.
The elevator door closed.
The office returned to dead silence.
Lin An turned around.
The sunny, bright smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by the dead fish eyes of a worker who has seen through everything.
He walked to the desk, pulled out a wet wipe, and wiped the hand he had just shaken with extreme disgust.
"Thirty percent?"
Lin An threw the wipe into the trash can and sneered.
"I want it all."
Chapter 124: Capital on the march, not a blade of grass grows!
"Boss, I must say, your strategy of using Black people to dismantle Black people's home, and then selling the Black people for money, is truly high-level!"
Ultron snapped open a folding fan featuring spring palace art and circled Lin An three times.
"In the past, there was Duke Wei who played both sides, today there is Homelander who eats both black and white! Boss, your planning is strategic, insidious, thick-skinned, and black-hearted; you are invincible in the World!"
On the helipad of Vought Tower.
Lin An had just stepped out of the elevator when he heard this extremely smooth sycophancy.
He paused.
Is this tin-skinned grandson praising him, or cursing him?
Forget it.
As long as the emotional value is delivered.
Capitalists never care if employees are sincere; they only care if they shout slogans loudly enough.
"Well said."
Lin An patted Ultron on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.
"Go back and I'll add two hundred terabytes of study materials for you."
Ultron's eyes instantly lit up with red light.
"Thank you for your grace, Master!"
"Can you two be normal for once?"
Tony Stark stood next to a pure black Quinjet, his face as dark as the aircraft's stealth coating.
He had already put on the latest Mark armor, and the Eternity reactor on his chest emitted a dark red light.
For the sake of Vibranium, Tony was rarely not late.
He was even half an hour early.
A scientist's desire for new materials is no less than a deep-sea creature seeing an octopus that has just arrived at an aquarium.
"John, I'll confirm one last time."
Tony pointed at Lin An's nose.
"We are just going to investigate, not to rob, right?"
"Of course."
Lin An looked righteous.
"Vought International is the most socially responsible multinational corporation in the World. Our trip to Africathis time is to help backward and closed regions achieve industrial upgrading and promote the global allocation of Vibranium resources."
Tony stared at him for a full five seconds.
"Translate that into human language."
"Empty out their warehouse."
"I knew it!"
Tony covered his forehead in pain.
Just then, the sound of metal friction came from behind.
Magneto Eric, wearing a dark red combat suit and a cape, walked out of the elevator. His gaze first fell on the Quinjet, then looked at Lin An.
"I heard there is a special metal as big as a mountain there?"
"Conservatively estimated, over ten thousand tons."
Lin An reached out and made a lifting gesture.
"The entire country is built on a Vibranium vein. The spears are Vibranium, the clothes are Vibranium, the planes are Vibranium, maybe even the toilet seat under the King's butt is Vibranium."
Eric's breathing paused for a beat.
Over ten thousand tons!
He had controlled metal for most of his life, and all the steel he had ever seen combined might not be as valuable as that Vibranium mine beneath Wakanda.
This wasn't some small African country?
This was clearly an armory specially prepared for him by God!
"I support this operation."
Magneto stood by Lin An's side for the first time.
Tony turned his head in disbelief.
"Eric, didn't you hate this kind of rule-breaking behavior from John before?"
"Rules are shackles used by the weak to restrict the strong."
Magneto spoke coldly.
"Besides, the people of Wakanda sit on resources enough to change human civilization, yet hide behind barriers pretending to be a primitive tribe, watching their compatriots outside struggle in poverty."
He paused.
"They don't deserve to have Vibranium."
Lin An's eyes lit up.
"Did you hear that? This is called moral authorization from a Mutant revolutionary!"
"Bullshit!"
Tony couldn't help but curse: "You two just took a fancy to their metal!"
"Mr. Stark, that is incorrect."
Ultron leaned over, shaking his folding fan.
"Boss taking Vibranium is to create more durable companions for lonely men and women around the World. Magneto taking Vibranium is for Mutant liberation. You taking Vibranium is to build armor."
"Only you are satisfying personal vanity."
"The three of us are all for all of humanity!"
Tony opened his mouth.
He couldn't find an angle to refute for a moment.
No.
This logic definitely has a problem!
But where is the problem?
Tony's brain briefly crashed.
Lin An didn't give him a chance to reboot and was the first to board the fighter jet.
"Let's go."
"If we are late, Erik Killmonger will have already snatched the throne."
The four entered the cabin.
The hatch closed.
The black coating on the surface of the Quinjet rippled like water, and the fuselage quickly blended into the air. The Eternity reactor entered silent mode, and the anti-gravity engine started silently, carrying this "African inspection team" that didn't look like good people up into the clouds.
Hundreds of kilometers ahead.
A military transport plane was flying towards the hinterland of East Africa.
Erik Killmonger sat in the cabin, bowing his head to wipe a short blade.
He had the Vibranium weapons snatched from the Londonmuseum beside him, as well as Ulysses Klaue, who was tied up like a zongzi.
Everything was going according to plan.
As long as he returned to Wakanda with Klaue's corpse, he could gain the trust of the border tribes, enter the royal capital, and challenge T'Challa for the throne.
As for Homelander?
Erik Killmonger sneered.
That greedy White capitalist was still waiting for his good news in New York.
Once he ascended the throne and controlled the Wakandan army, the so-called 30/70 split would become a joke.
Merchants are merchants.
Give them some benefits, and they think they control everything.
Erik Killmonger didn't know that twenty thousand meters above his head, a stealth fighter was locking onto his heat signal.
In the cabin.
Lin An lay on the leather seat, eating melon seeds while looking at the red dots on the holographic map.
Ultron stood by and massaged his shoulders.
"Boss, your strategy is truly brilliant."
"First let this mad dog Erik Killmonger bite open the gates of Wakanda, and when he and T'Challa are both injured, we will descend from the sky to uphold justice."
Ultron gave a thumbs up.
"By then, the throne will be supported by the Boss, the Vibranium will be kept by the Boss, and the people of Wakanda will even have to thank us!"
"What is political wisdom?"
"This is political wisdom!"
Tony sat in the pilot's seat, his eyelids twitching wildly.
"You missed a step."
"Which step?"
"Dealing with Erik Killmonger too."
Tony said irritably: "That way there will be no evidence."
The cabin was quiet for a second.
Ultron turned his head sharply, full of surprise.
"Mr. Stark, it turns out you are the most ruthless one!"
"I was being sarcastic to you guys!"
"Don't explain."
Magneto sat on the metal seat, casting an approving look for once.
"Those who achieve great things do not care about trifles. Tony, you have finally matured."
"Matured your uncle!"
Tony was completely broken.
Lin An spat out a melon seed shell and put on a compassionate expression.
"You think of me too badly."
"I do all this for our African brothers."
"Wakanda has been closed off for too long and needs the care of the World's advanced civilization. We take away the Vibranium to help them get rid of resource dependence and force industrial transformation."
"Without high technology, they can re-embrace traditional culture."
Ultron immediately followed up.
"Boss is merciful!"
"Is Vought going to build a cotton plantation?"
Magneto nodded slowly.
"Building a watermelon greenhouse Base is also not bad."
Tony turned around, looking at them like they were three lunatics.
Three hours later.
Erik Killmonger's transport plane began to descend.
Below was still an ordinary African mountain forest. Low villages, dirt roads, and a few herdsmen wearing animal skins were driving cattle.
Tony suddenly sat up straight.
"Wait."
On the holographic radar, the originally stable spectrum showed a trace of extremely weak distortion.
Erik Killmonger's transport plane flew toward the mountain wall.
The next second.
The air rippled like water.
The mountain wall, forests, and villages split to both sides, and an aerial passage hidden behind the holographic barrier slowly opened.
On the other side of the barrier.
Maglev trains shuttled between silver-white high-rises.
Aircraft streaked across the clouds.
Terraced fields spread along the mountains, and huge Vibranium energy towers pierced the sky.
A super-technological city far exceeding New Yorkappeared before the four without reservation.
Tony's ten fingers instantly turned into afterimages.
"Capture refraction frequency."
"Analyze energy bands."
"Simulate access signal."
A string of green code jumped out on the screen.
He slapped the enter key.
The Quinjet stuck close to the tail of the transport plane and silently slipped in before the barrier closed.
The alarm didn't sound.
Wakanda's defense system didn't even detect these uninvited guests.
Tony looked at the dense Vibranium energy reactions on the radar, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
"Gentlemen."
"The gate for stocking up has been found."
Ultron's electronic eyes were as red as two lanterns.
Magneto had already stood up, his cape moving without wind.
Lin An was lying on the porthole, looking at the city piled up with Vibranium below.
Mines.
Fighter jets.
Royal Palace.
And Vibranium armor running everywhere.
At this moment, he seemed to hear money beckoning to him.
"Tony, hover directly above the palace."
Lin An grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sat back in his seat.
"Maintain optical stealth."
"Enter the village quietly, don't fire a shot."
The holographic screen quickly locked onto the palace square.
Erik Killmonger had already escorted Klaue off the transport plane.
And in the distance, Black Panther T'Challa was walking towards them with the Royal Guard.
Lin An crossed his legs, his smile gradually becoming wicked.
"First watch a free royal ethics drama."
"After they are done fighting —"
"We will go down to uphold justice."
Chapter 125: The Confused Guide
Bang!
A dull sound of flesh colliding echoed through the sacred water waterfall of Wakanda.
Erik Killmonger, bare-chested, landed a fierce knee strike squarely into T'Challa's abdomen.
Deprived of the Black Panther's divine power, T'Challa let out a muffled grunt and stumbled backward, his heels nearly slipping into the bottomless abyss.
At the cliff's edge, the Elders of Wakanda and the Dora Milaje stood tense, almost forgetting to breathe.
Traditional royal challenge rituals end only in death.
Meanwhile, at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Click.
The crisp sound of chewing was exceptionally clear in the stealth cabin of the Quinjet.
Lin An sat imposingly on a leather sofa, clutching a bucket of fried chicken, holding a piece of bright red, juicy watermelon in his left hand.
He took a leisurely bite of the chicken and turned to look at the side.
"Tony, want some? It's the perfect snack for watching our black brothers fight."
Tony Stark had no time for him.
The genius billionaire was practically glued to the holographic monitor, staring at the ubiquitous Vibraniumbuildings, Vibranium trains, and even Vibranium spears below, his eyes bloodshot.
"What a waste! Simply a waste!"
Tony grabbed his hair with both hands, his voice trembling. "Using the best sound-absorbing metal in the known Universe for cold weapons? Is their brain filled with crap?"
"Calm down, Mr. Stark. You have to respect their traditional culture." Ultron waved a folding fan from the side, speaking with sarcasm.
On the other side, Magneto Erik closed his eyes, his hands suspended in mid-air, his ten fingers trembling slightly from extreme excitement.
"This magnetic field..." Erik's breathing grew heavy, like a lecherous old man who had fallen into a country of women, "It's too vast... an incredible metal magnetic field... If I want to, I could even uproot the entire mountain range."
Magneto is about to get high.
Lin An spat out a watermelon seed, watching T'Challaretreating steadily on the screen, his smile growing increasingly wicked.
No need to rush the mountain pulling; gotta wait for the guide to finish the job.
On the screen.
T'Challa stumbled, and before he could stand steady, Erik Killmonger pounced like a bloodthirsty leopard.
Bang!
A heavy punch slammed into T'Challa's chin.
Blood mixed with teeth splattered out.
T'Challa's eyes rolled back, his body went limp and flew backward, falling heavily into the shallow water at the edge of the waterfall, unable to get up again.
"Nice punch!"
Lin An whistled, tapped the micro-controller on his wrist, and the cross-dimensional quantum livestream drone instantly cut into the network signal.
"My dear Earth family, good afternoon everyone!"
Lin An's affable broadcasting voice rang out in the livestream room, the screen synchronized to the bloody waterfall edge below.
"Today, I'm bringing you something a little different, an original ecological program. As you can see, this is a secret corner of Africa. Two enthusiastic black brothers are having a friendly physical exchange for the position of village chief."
At the waterfall's edge, Erik Killmonger displayed the absolute cruelty honed from his mercenary career.
He grabbed the former King, who had no power to resist, by the hair and lifted him up.
"This is your King?!"
Erik Killmonger looked around, roaring thunderously at the terrified Wakandan Elders.
"He is too weak! Wakanda needs a real ruler!"
With a roar, the muscles in Erik Killmonger's arms bulged, and he lifted T'Challa high, throwing him directly into the bottomless sacred waterfall.
"No—!"
T'Challa's sister Shuri screamed, held back tightly by the Dora Milaje.
All of Wakanda fell into a deathly silence.
Rules are rules.
The challenge ceremony is over; the winner is king.
The Elders looked ashen and took the lead in kneeling on both knees.
Subsequently, the surrounding citizens and the guard team also had to lower their heads, submitting to this new King with blood-stained hands.
Tsk tsk, what a touching reunion with ancestors.
Lin An ate melon and commented from ten thousand meters in the air.
The bullet comments in the livestream room were going crazy.
"WTF? What kind of reality show is this?"
"Shit, why are these n*ggas wearing gold and silver?"
"What big news is Homelander making again? Where is this place? Looks so rich!"
"Oh my god, what tribe is this?! Are these still black brothers? It's gold and jade everywhere!"
The first thing Erik Killmonger did after ascending the throne was not to comfort his people.
He rushed directly into the most sacred heart-shaped herb garden of Wakanda.
Under the horrified gaze of the priests, Erik Killmongergulped down the bowl of purple heart-shaped herb juice.
Powerful energy instantly filled his limbs and bones, and purple meridians surged crazily under his skin.
"Burn it."
Erik Killmonger wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and gave the order coldly.
"What? This is the legacy of generations..."
"I said, burn it! All of it! From now on, I am the last Black Panther!"
Torches were ruthlessly thrown into the herb garden.
The flames instantly engulfed the purple plants emitting a ghostly light, cutting off the path for the birth of all future Black Panthers.
Wakanda Palace Square.
Erik Killmonger had changed into a "Golden Jaguar" Vibranium suit with dazzling gold patterns.
He stood on the high steps, overlooking the Wakandan army ready to go.
"For hundreds of years, our black brothers and sisters have been enslaved, slaughtered, and treated as bottom-tier trash all over the World!"
Erik Killmonger's voice spread throughout the square via loudspeakers, extremely inflammatory.
"And Wakanda sits on the most powerful weapons in the World, hiding behind a barrier like cowards! Now, I will change all of this!"
He pulled out his golden Vibranium short sword and pointed it directly at the sky.
"Load all the Vibranium weapons in the warehouse onto transport planes! Send them to New York, London, Paris! Distribute them to every single one of our black brothers! We will let them know who the true Master of this Worldis!"
This ultimate riot declaration of Black Lives Matter was broadcast in real-time on all major video platforms globally via Lin An's drone.
Global netizens were still watching the show, but couldn't hold back after hearing this.
The bullet comments instantly flooded the screen, with all kinds of American hell jokes and regional discrimination memes emerging one after another.
"Fuck! What crazy talk is this n*gga saying?!"
"Is the zero-dollar shopping finally going to upgrade to a global armed riot?"
"Are they going to use those glowing spears to rob KFC and watermelons?"
"God bless, I just saw them load some kind of high-tech cannon onto a spaceship! Homelander! Go stop this madman!"
Lin An pulled out a tissue and elegantly wiped the fried chicken crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
The groundwork is done.
The villain has done all the evil, pushed the common people to the edge, and the red carpet for the savior's appearance has been laid out.
Lin An stood up and straightened the Stars and Stripes cape behind him.
The casual look of watching a show on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a perfect smile like the light of the righteous path.
"Alright, gentlemen. The villain has completed his mission."
Lin An twisted his neck, his bones making a burst of cracking sounds.
"It's time for us saviors to take the stage."
In the Wakanda square, the Queen Mother and Shuri were detained by heavily armed soldiers.
Their eyes were full of despair, but because of Wakanda's damn royal rules, they dared not resist.
Watching the first batch of stealth transport planes loaded with Vibranium weapons about to take off, ready to burn the flames of war across the World.
Just at this peak of despair.
Boom—!
A deafening sonic boom exploded over the square.
The violent airflow instantly overturned several small aircraft nearby.
All Wakandans looked up in horror.
I saw a Stars and Stripes cape flapping in the sun, Lin Anwith his hands on his hips, like a god, slowly descending directly above the center of the square.
Beside him was Tony Stark, wearing the dark red Markarmor, with the palm repulsors shining with blinding light.
Behind him, Magneto Erik floated in mid-air, his arms slightly spread, the Vibranium veins under the entire square seemed to be responding to his call, emitting a tooth-aching metal tremor.
Lin An announced loudly to the camera:
"Citizens of Earth, I am your Homelander!"
He reached out, pointing in an extremely flashy way at the dumbfounded Erik Killmonger and those Vibraniumweapons below.
"Just now, as you all saw, a terrorist Base attempting to destroy the World with super weapons. They are trying to incite war, trying to destroy our hard-won peace!"
The smile on Lin An's face became brighter, he raised his eyebrows at the camera, his voice low and powerful:
"But don't be afraid, I'm here!"
The audience around the World boiled over at this moment.
"Homelander! It's Homelander!"
"I knew Vought International wouldn't stand idly by!"
"Crush that n*gga who wants to start a war! Long live Homelander!"
"This is what a real Superhero is! S.H.I.E.L.D. is a joke!"
The surging bullet comments completely drowned the screen.
And at Lin An's feet.
The fanaticism on Erik Killmonger's face froze completely.
He looked at the flashy, blonde white man posing in the sky with a stunned face, his brain crashed.
Not cool, bro! You backstab me before we even started splitting the loot??