"Uh, this?"
Ikosera Johnny never expected such a powerful nation to have a king selection system that sounded so childish. She said, incredulously, "But what if they don't honor the agreement and still don't let you succeed as king after you successfully challenge him?"
"Heh heh, then I'll most likely die there..."
Erik Stevens put on a look as if he had already disregarded his own life and death, grinning, "But to be safe, if King T'Chaka really chooses to renege after I successfully challenge him and doesn't pass the throne to me according to the ancestral teachings, then at that time, we'll need your strength to teach Wakanda a lesson from the outside..."
"But I estimate that situation shouldn't happen, because once King T'Chaka doesn't follow the ancestral teachings, it's equivalent to violating the iron rule passed down through generations in Wakanda...
At that time, among the 18 tribes under Wakanda, a large number of people are bound to question his rule, and naturally, someone will find trouble for his family..."
"So, this time, no matter whether King T'Chaka accepts the challenge or not, they are destined to lose. Only I will be the final winner!!"
As the conversation reached this point, Ikosera Johnny suddenly felt a bit of admiration for the Majini in front of her, who was fearless in the face of death for revenge.
However, it was only admiration.
As a qualified businesswoman, she could even'sell' herself if the price was right!
"Tell me, Mr. Steve, how do you need us to help you?"
Erik Stevens breathed a silent sigh of relief upon hearing this, knowing that he had managed to persuade her this time, and immediately said, "Actually, it's very simple. Going forward, the key to whether I can successfully enter Wakanda depends on whether you can help me catch someone."
"Who?" Ikosera Johnny asked curiously.
"Ulysses Klaue!!"
Erik Stevens was clearly prepared for this and explained without hesitation, "This guy is a black market arms dealer, but more than a decade ago, he tried to enter Wakanda to steal Vibranium, and after failing, he attempted to assassinate King T'Chaka... Wakanda has always wanted to catch him and present him to the current King T'Chaka."
"Although I had found his hiding place before, because he is surrounded by a large number of mercenaries every day, I have never found a suitable time to act."
Erik Stevens patted his chest and guaranteed, "As long as you can bring him or his corpse to me, then the task of dealing with King T'Chaka's family will be left to me alone."
"Okay, this deal is very cost-effective."
Before Ikosera Johnny could finish speaking, Albert Wesker, who had been sitting beside her silently all this time, suddenly spoke, "Wait a minute, I have a condition!"
"Hmm? What condition?"
Erik Stevens didn't realize the danger was approaching. He simply looked at the man in sunglasses opposite him with a calm expression and said, "If you want Wakanda's Vibranium weapons, that's no problem..."
"As long as you are willing to help me reclaim the throne, then once I become king, I will actively open Wakanda's borders and give you the exclusive distribution rights for Vibranium weapons, allowing you to make a huge profit..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Albert Wesker opposite him suddenly opened his mouth wide. A snake-like tentacle directly spanned several meters and, with a 'thud,' plunged into Erik Stevens's neck.
Gulp--
From an angle invisible to Erik Stevens and the others, a round parasite, covered in sharp teeth and tentacles, burrowed directly into the latter's neck through the cavity formed within the tentacle.
"Ugh ah ah... You... What exactly did you do to me?"
Erik Stevens immediately let out a scream, but his body seemed to have lost sensation and was completely unable to move a single inch.
It wasn't until Albert Wesker slowly retracted the tentacle into his mouth that he regained control of his body, collapsing weakly to the ground with a 'thump' and gasping for breath.
"Don't worry, that was just an insurance mechanism I added for this cooperation, and for you, it's more beneficial than harmful."
Albert Wesker leaned back into the soft backrest of the sofa, crossed his legs, completely ignoring Erik Stevens's angry gaze, and said calmly, "First, I need to correct something. I'm not interested in Wakanda's Vibranium weapons at all. I simply want to get rid of that troublesome royal family... which is Prince T'Challa, as you call him."
"So, whether you want to be the King of Wakanda afterwards or destroy it, it has nothing to do with us."
Erik Stevens clutched the wound on his neck, his lips trembling slightly. He wanted to erupt on the spot several times, but he ultimately forced himself to hold back.
There was nothing he could do. The oppressive feeling emanating from Albert Wesker was simply too strong, so much so that he, who had killed at least a hundred people in his entire career, instinctively felt a desire to retreat.
And before the other party acted, he had been completely unaware of it.
He had only thought the other party was some brain-dead executive who liked to show off, after all, what normal person wears sunglasses in an office?
After a moment of silence, Erik Stevens asked with a gloomy expression, "I can agree to help you kill Prince T'Challa, but... on the condition that you must tell me what you just did to me, otherwise, even if I die, I will never cooperate with you."
"No problem," Albert Wesker said indifferently, "To ensure you don't reveal our information to others, I just injected a special parasite controlled by me into your body."
"But you don't need to worry. As long as your actions don't jeopardize our plan, it will only benefit you, with no harm..."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Upon hearing that he had a parasite in his body, Erik Stevens felt completely unwell.
After all, he had some understanding of certain biochemical weapons on the black market.
A parasite, that kind of thing, just didn't sound very 'healthy'!
Albert Wesker directly ignored the venomous gaze from the other party. For him, as long as the other party could complete the task, he couldn't be bothered to care what the other party was thinking. So, he calmly explained to him, "Don't worry, it usually disguises itself as your brainstem tissue, hiding in your brain. At this stage, no technology can detect its existence."
"And when you are threatened, it will provide you with extra powerful strength... Don't worry, as long as you successfully complete the task, I will help you remove the parasite afterwards."
I'd believe you if you were a ghost!
You, Mr. Sunglasses, are very bad!
"Heh heh."
Erik Stevens's face was ashen. He naturally wouldn't believe Albert Wesker would be so kind.
But at this moment, with the other party holding the knife and him being the fish, no matter how much he argued, it was useless.
It would be better to feign compliance for now, use the other party's power to find Ulysses Klaue, and then, after he successfully reclaims the throne of Wakanda, seize the opportunity to retaliate against this pair of scoundrels.
After making up his mind, Erik Stevens forcibly suppressed the anger surging in his heart and said coldly, "Alright then, I hope you keep your word then, otherwise... I will let you know how terrifying the revengeful Fire of Wakanda can be."
With that, he turned and left the office without looking back.
"Wesker, are you really going to let him go just like that?"
Ikosera Johnny, who had clearly misjudged the outcome, looked at Albert Wesker with some curiosity and asked in confusion, "Aren't you afraid he'll leak the news that we're hiding here?"
Originally, Ikosera Johnny had thought that Albert Wesker would kill Erik Stevens on the spot after obtaining key information about Wakanda.
After all, both the BSAA Organization and Wakanda were currently searching for their whereabouts.
But who would have thought that the other party would actually let Erik Stevens go?
This action clearly didn't align with the usual ruthless and unscrupulous style of the 'Mr. Sunglasses' she knew so well.
But given her understanding of Albert Wesker, the other party would absolutely not make such a change for no reason, so there must be a cause.
"Don't worry, keeping him alive still has some uses for now..."
Albert Wesker's lips curved into a mysterious arc, and he confidently reassured her, "You can rest assured, he can no longer pose any threat to us."
"Ah?"
Ikosera Johnny's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this. She clearly heard a hidden meaning in his words and quickly asked flatteringly, "Let me guess... Is it related to that parasite?"
"Did you inject him with the Plaga Parasite, Type II · Subordinate?"
However, before Albert Wesker could speak, she shook her head in confusion and muttered to herself, "That's not right either. If it were the Plaga Parasite, Type II · Subordinate, even without detection equipment, an observant person could tell just by some of the physical characteristics displayed by the infected person..."
Although she racked her brain and couldn't come up with an answer, Ikosera Johnny didn't believe Albert Wesker was lying.
Because she understood this talented man far better than anyone else; he would absolutely not speak idly about such matters... at least, that's what she believed!
So that meant, besides the Plaga Parasite, Type II and the Ouroboros Virus currently under development, he also had at least one other completely new 'parasite' with powerful concealment abilities that he hadn't revealed.
Wesker, oh Wesker, you truly are a cunning scoundrel!
I gave you money when you needed it, people when you needed them, and everything when you needed it... And yet, you still hid private goods from me?
You have no humanity at all!!
No, I must figure this out.
Thinking of this, Ikosera Johnny twisted her voluptuous body and threw herself into Albert Wesker's arms, saying coquettishly, "Tell me, is it true that besides the Ouroboros Virus, you've secretly developed other new species behind my back?"
This time, Albert Wesker didn't push her away. Instead, he pinched her chin and said with a cold smile, "Ikosera, I advise you to quickly put away your little schemes. Even if I gave you this parasite, you wouldn't be able to use it."
"Wh-why?" Ikosera Johnny was stunned and asked subconsciously.
"Because this is a special parasite unique to me, obtained after I fused with the power granted to me by the God of Plagues... No one else can control it besides me."
Albert Wesker reached out and pressed down on Ikosera Johnny's head. In her bewildered gaze, he slowly pressed downwards, "And its only purpose is to reap life... Hiss~ ~ ~"
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At the same time.
Hyperspace.
In Nurgle's Garden, overgrown with emerald green vegetation.
Tzeentch adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and said to Nurgle, who was stirring a large pot of soup with a long-handled ladle beside him, "Boss's God-Slaying Plan is finally about to officially begin. If you dare to mess up at such a crucial moment, be careful, I'll burn your garden and scatter your soup pot!!"
"Don't be so agitated, just relax, I'll take care of that Black Panther Goddess!"
Even when directly threatened, Nurgle's face remained as amiable as ever.
He lifted the ladle, scooped some soup from the large pot, blew on it gently, and then tasted it. A hint of satisfaction appeared on his face, and then he turned to Tzeentch behind him and said, "This time, I used a brand new recipe. How about it, want a bowl? It's very nourishing..."
Tzeentch recoiled several steps with a look of disgust, "Get that away from me, even a dog wouldn't drink that stuff!" Then, before turning to leave, he didn't forget to admonish, "Don't be careless. Although none of those guys in the Hall of All Gods are formidable individually, they're still quite tricky to deal with when gathered together."
"So next, you must ensure that your virus can weaken their power to the maximum extent without being detected..."
"This way, we'll have a chance to completely wipe out these false gods and help Boss expand the influence of the Warp!!"
Nurgle slowly put down the ladle in his hand, gave Tzeentch an 'OK' gesture, and a sinister smile appeared on his benevolent face as he said confidently, "Leave it to me, I've prepared a special gift for that group of false gods this time!!"