T'Challa is dead.
In theory, he killed himself.
The vibranium claw on his right hand pierced through his headgear without any resistance, like stabbing into a block of tofu, and penetrated into his head.
In an instant.
All the anger, all the unwillingness, subsided with the passing of T'Challa's life.
Bang!
At the moment Hawk released his right hand, T'Challa fell to the ground in response, like the corpse of a black panther.
He looked calmly at the body of T'Challa lying in front of him.
Was it wrong for T'Challa to seek revenge?
It wasn't.
It was equally not wrong for Hawk to retaliate.
But T'Challa was wrong in one thing.
It's fine to want revenge, but before you have the absolute strength to succeed, you must suppress even the greatest hatred.
Hawk did just that.
The battle between Abomination and Hulk back then spread to innocents, killing his sister Anya. Hawk was so angry that he wished to devour Abomination and Hulk alive.
But the idea was great, reality was cruel.
If he had gone at them directly back then, the only possible outcome was that Abomination or Hulk would have torn him apart.
One sentence.
Weakness is original sin.
Such are the rules.
At least in this Marvel Cosmos, whether on Earth or in the Cosmos, the law of the jungle is what the Western society advocates.
If you are not on the dining table, then you are on the menu.
It's that simple.
Hawk felt no guilt for killing T'Challa, nor would he say any bullshit like regret, and he wouldn't feel any apology for snatching Wakanda's vibranium at the time.
He simply wanted to be at the dining table, not on the menu.
No grievances, no right or wrong.
Just like he had just answered T'Challa's question.
Destroy you, what of it!
So...
Hawk merely glanced calmly at T'Challa's body, then withdrew his gaze, shifting his focus to the only intact palace in front of him.
The next second.
He raised his right hand, punched forward, and instantly, the sound of collapse came forth, accompanied by rising dust, and the palace that could prove Wakanda once existed collapsed in the dust.
Hawk had said from now on, there would be no more Wakanda in the world.
He meant what he said.
As far as the eye could see, the only thing that could prove Wakanda had existed, apart from the black panther's corpse in front of him, was probably the vibranium products buried under a thick layer of white ash.
Teeth made of vibranium.
Rings made of vibranium.
And the various parts made of vibranium in Wakanda's weapons.
And...
Not far away, Wakanda's former vibranium Holy Mountain.
However, whether Wakanda's vibranium Holy Mountain can still be called this name in the future will depend on whether the Security Council wants to help change the name.
It is estimated that the name will be changed, and in the future, this place is likely to become a restricted area.
A military restricted area jointly managed by the five major benevolent figures.
However, from a long-term perspective, with the five major benevolent figures stationed here in the future, at least within the artillery range centered on Wakanda radiating in all directions across the African continent, a period of unprecedented peace is bound to come.
So from this perspective, he did a good deed.
Hawk thought to himself, looking at the collapsing palace, then turned to leave.
But...
Just as he was about to turn and leave, his keen sixth sense seemed to sense something, and at the moment he shifted his gaze away, he refocused on the palace that had become a ruin.
The next second.
Hawk stepped forward with his right foot, appearing directly in front of the collapsed palace. At the same time, several strangely shaped spheres buried in the debris floated in front of him, wrapped in telekinesis.
The spheres appeared entirely blue, like the color of the ocean.
No.
It wasn't just the ocean, it was the ocean inside.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, stretched out his right hand, grabbed one of the blue spheres, glanced at it, and as soon as he tossed the sphere, the eye's impact directly triggered the sphere.
In an instant!
Crash!
As the blue sphere exploded, extremely high-pressure water flows emerged, like a bomb, this water flow acting like a high-pressure water jet, instantaneously slicing through everything within the explosion range.
"Yo!"
"Does Wakanda have technology like this?"
"It seems like it never appeared in the movie."
Hawk's eyes lit up, recalling the Black Panther movie he watched before his crossing, confirming that this magical water bomb had never appeared, he found the remaining three water bombs quite novel.
Meanwhile.
At a safe distance, watching everyone fall silent after the flash of white light, Maria Hill dispatched a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent squad, once again venturing into the Wakanda area they had just urgently evacuated.
What they saw.
Just like a vast expanse of pure white land.
The forests have vanished.
The riverbeds are dry.
Everything is covered by a thick layer of white ash, yet beneath this white ash, the unmistakable glint of Vibranium faintly shows, unable to be completely concealed.
An agent bent down, picked a piece of Vibranium tooth from the ash, paused slightly in surprise, then handed it to Maria Hill beside him.
Maria Hill took it, glanced at the Vibranium tooth.
At first, her expression was somewhat puzzled, but soon, as if realizing something, she sharply looked at the ground covered in white ash before her. A flash of terror passed through her pupils, then her gaze settled on Hawk's silhouette standing by the ruins in the distance.
Hill led the agents, leaving neat footprints in the thick white ash, arriving at what once was the Wakanda Royal Palace area.
An agent discovered the corpse of T'Challa, encased in white ash like surrounded by snow.
"Commander!"
"...Bury him properly."
"Yes."
The agent who found T'Challa's body nodded, exchanged a look with another agent he was close to, and quickly walked over to T'Challa's corpse. They lifted it together front and back, intending to transport the body out first.
No choice.
By now, they understood what the white ash beneath their feet was, but the more they realized, the colder they felt it seeping into their bones.
It was daytime, but at night, they probably wouldn't dare enter.
At least not until the white ash is cleared.
Soon.
The two agents carried T'Challa's body and ran out, while Hill proceeded exactly as her last visit to Africa, directly toward Hawk's side.
Hawk caught Hill approaching from the corner of his eye and chuckled: "No need for thanks. If you truly are grateful, just tell me where cloning can be done."
Hill responded with a smile: "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret research on cloning is second only to organ studies; there truly is no cloning."
Hawk glanced at Hill.
"I believe you."
"Thank you."
Hill smiled slightly, then said: "Sharon has already reported to me. I've authorized her to visit Dr. Merrick in the Black Prison, who almost caused a major incident a few years ago due to cloning research."
Hawk raised a curious eyebrow.
"This Dr. Merrick knows how to clone?"
"More than just knowing."
Hill chuckled: "He even conducted research right under our noses and already has prototypes. If it hadn't been discovered in time, there would've been countless clones in society by now."
Hawk's eyes lit up, looking at Hill.
"Then..."
"It's possible."
Hill nodded before Hawk could finish: "But Dr. Merrick is very dangerous; he can't be handed to you. If you want to meet him, it must be with Sharon's supervision, and any experiments must be under our control."
Hawk agreed without hesitation: "No problem."
He didn't plan to do anything nefarious with the cloning; he simply wanted to create a body for his sister and fully resurrect her.
Therefore...
With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s oversight, so be it. He didn't have any malicious intent, so supervision wasn't an issue.
Hill, seeing Hawk nod, felt relieved internally.
Dr. Merrick is indeed a true madman, and according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plans, Dr. Merrick would never see daylight again in his lifetime.
After all, this guy once leveraged his position as a S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy instructor to collect various agents' blood samples, even Black Widow's.
Luckily, the discovery was timely, ending the cloning crisis in its cradle.
So, if Hawk wanted Dr. Merrick taken away, it was definitely impossible, but fortunately, Hawk didn't reject their supervision proposal.
Hill thought this over and smiled: "Thank you for understanding."
Hawk laughed.
"The person is yours, and the equipment and materials might need to be supplied by you too. Using your people and facilities for my own matters, I should be the one saying thank you. If Dr. Merrick truly fulfills my wish, I owe you a favor."
"Then I hope you get your wish."
"Thank you."
Hawk looked at Hill and sincerely thanked her, then said: "I'm leaving."
Hill's smile remained: "Take care."
Hawk said no more, looked up at the sky, and vanished instantly from Hill's sight.
The next moment.
High above, intending to return home, Hawk suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if recalling something, and looked down towards the temporary military base near the Hell Passage.
In an instant, he vanished again from his original position.
Inside the temporary tent at the joint base.
Alexander Pierce was holding an online intelligence meeting regarding Wakanda's sudden incident with the other four council members.
The other four listened to Alexander Pierce's account, their expressions were instinctively shocked.
"What do you mean Wakanda is gone?"
"Define 'gone'."
"Just gone, in the physical sense."
"..."
The four council members fell silent.
Alexander Pierce was just about to speak again when he saw Hawk suddenly appear before him, blinked, and temporarily pressed a key to end the ongoing online meeting.
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