American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 151: T'Chaka's Political Wisdom - Taking Leave

At the Wakandan Royal Palace, T'Chaka, who had just finished speaking with Nick Fury, sat on his throne, stroking the Vibranium armrest beside the throne. He had a complex look, lost in thought. The young Prince T'Challa rushed in and reported to T'Chaka!

"No rush. Let me ask you, T'Challa, do you know why I insisted on Wakanda entering the World Security Council and occupying a seat?"

The Old King looked at his son, the heir to Wakanda's throne.

T'Challa shook his head.

A hint of disappointment flashed in T'Chaka's eyes: "Let me ask you again, do you know why our Wakanda has been able to remain independent from world conflicts for so many years?"

"It's because our Wakandan technology and military strength are decades ahead of the rest of the world..."

T'Challa said without hesitation, full of confidence.

T'Chaka sighed: "You are wrong, T'Challa. What truly allowed our Wakanda to remain independent from world conflicts is that camouflage barrier. It's our closed-door policy and sufficient concealment!"

T'Challa didn't quite understand his father's meaning.

In his impression, Wakanda was powerful and invincible. The reason his father forbade Wakanda from communicating with the Outside world was to protect the people out there.

How did it sound now like they were protecting *them* instead! "Father, I'm well aware of the strength of those major powers in the World Security Council. Only China's immature railgun has some deterrent power. Their other planes and artillery cannot cause any damage to our Wakandan fighter jets!

If you hadn't constantly made us restrain ourselves, those Allied Forces Outside would have been routed by us long ago!"

The young Prince said somewhat defiantly.

"Wakanda is very strong! I ask you, do you know how many people are in our country? Do you know how many people are in the Outside world?"

T'Chaka stood up from the throne, walked over to T'Challa, and patted his son's shoulder:

"I participated in WWII, T'Challa. I know the strength of Germany in WWII. Decades ago, they had already developed energy pulse weapons! Those major powers are all hiding their true strength..."

"But our Wakandan vibranium technology is not inferior to any country!"

T'Challa looked stubbornly at his father, still confident in his country.

"Father, even if you want to negotiate peace, you can do so after defeating those enemies Outside. That way, we can take the initiative in the negotiations! As long as you allow me to mobilize the vibranium jets, I can annihilate all of them within a day!"

"What if you push them too hard, and the enemy bombs the Amas River?"

Looking at his arrogant, warlike son, T'Chaka posed a question.

Bomb the Amas River?

T'Challa's mouth fell open, unable to answer.

Why would the enemy bomb the Amas River? What would happen if they bombed this river? He had never considered these questions at all.

"Ninety percent of our country's irrigation and domestic water comes from the Amas River. As long as the Amas River is cut off, our entire country will be close to paralysis, even without them attacking..."

T'Chaka looked at his only heir with some disappointment. He had courage in abundance, but lacked political wisdom.

If Wakanda truly abandoned its closed-door policy, could this son really support Wakanda after his death?

"Let's go. Come with me to meet the Chinese representative. Oh, and have Susan bring the prepared information..."

"Father!" T'Challa looked at his father, who seemed to have aged significantly in an instant, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Do you know why I insisted on Wakanda joining the World Security Council?"

"Because of legitimacy. Since Wakanda plans to no longer conceal itself from the Outside world, it must appear as a major world power to deter those jackals and hyenas coveting Vibranium..."

"There is no better way to show Wakanda's strength than by joining the World Security Council and becoming a permanent member..."

"Refuse? No. The five countries in the World Security Council are not united. As long as there are sufficient benefits, they will agree..."

On the way from the main hall of the Royal Palace to the Reception Hall, the aging Old King did his best to explain his political intentions behind these actions to his son.

"The World Security Council is said to have five permanent members, but in reality, there are only three,

They compete and counterbalance each other. We will take out a portion of our vibranium technology from decades ago,

like a carrot dangling before a donkey. For them, falling behind the other two countries in vibranium development is failure. By mediating between them, our Wakanda can obtain greater benefits!" "But, Father, Vibranium is limited! If we allow Vibranium export, what about our own country?"

"Yes, Vibranium is limited, T'Challa. Even if I don't agree to Vibranium trade, how much longer can Wakanda's Vibranium be mined? Turning against all the countries in the world for Vibranium... once the Vibranium resources are depleted, that will be the true catastrophe for Wakanda!"

......…

At the Allied Forces French Foreign Legion base, Baron Strucker inspected the military camp with an unpleasant expression.

Just now, Alexander Pierce had come looking for people from him. Yesterday, a Hydra Special Operations Team led by the Winter Soldier had infiltrated Wakanda through the Secret Passage he provided.

As a result, after a day and a night, they seemed to have vanished into thin air, completely losing contact. Because of this, Alexander specifically called to question him about the matter.

The two had an argument about this and parted on bad terms.

As a branch of Hydra, Baron Strucker was not afraid of Alexander Pierce, the Hydra head.

However, being cursed at with a finger pointed in his face by a junior was a first for Strucker.

The last person who dared to treat him like this was named Adolf Hitler!

"Hello everyone, this is our Foreign Legion's base. There are subsidies between battles, but not much, about fifteen to twenty thousand per month! This Old Iron wants to see a gun, okay, everyone, send some small gifts...

This Old Iron wants to see a one-handed M24 press...!"

Baron Strucker was inspecting the barracks. When he walked to a tent, he heard a burst of Chinese shouting.

At first, he wasn't surprised.

Because the French Foreign Legion itself is composed of about 8,000 volunteers from 136 countries and regions.

It was normal for languages from other countries to appear.

However, the more Strucker listened from outside the door, the more abnormal it felt.

As a German officer from the Third Reich during the WWII period, Baron Strucker was proficient in five languages: German, English, French, Chinese, and Japanese.

The noisy sounds inside made him directly lift the tent flap,

"What are you doing?"

Strucker looked at the group of soldiers gathered together with a livid complexion, his gaze falling upon the Round-faced Little Fatty, an Asian man holding a mobile phone in the crowd.

The Round-faced Little Fatty fumbled to hide his mobile phone in his arms, saluting Strucker and saying: "Officer, we are connecting to the Outside world online, inviting a group of online strategists to help us analyze the battlefield situation!"

"Hand over your mobile phone!"

Looking at the hand wearing a black leather glove reaching out, the Round-faced Little Fatty reluctantly handed over his mobile phone.

"Officer! Commander Kane wants to see you!"

Just as the Round-faced Little Fatty was about to put his mobile phone into Strucker's hand,

An adjutant walked in, saluting Baron Strucker and speaking.

"Kane!" Strucker felt some doubt. However, regarding this talent he had coveted for a long time and always wanted to recruit...

Strucker, adopting an attitude of extreme eagerness, no longer paid attention to the Round-faced Little Fatty and the group of soldiers, and turned directly out of the tent.

.........…

At the French Foreign Legion base, inside Strucker's private tent.

Baron Strucker personally made two cups of coffee for Kane. Before Kane even finished stirring his coffee with a spoon, Strucker heard the purpose of his visit.

"Kane, you're leaving East Africa!?"

(end of chapter)