Somalia, Gulf of Aden.
Peter hovered in mid-air, the flying skateboard beneath his feet emitting a faint hum.
Below him, the freighter from the intelligence reports floated quietly on the sea, as silent as a ghost ship that didn't belong to this world.
Peter didn't even have the interest to lift a finger against this motley crew that couldn't even be considered a regular army.
He simply activated the witch rider driver to switch to Flowing Water Form, using his control over water to form several liquid tentacles.
These tentacles were like the legendary sea monster Kraken, wiping out the group of mercenaries on the ship in the blink of an eye.
After throwing all the corpses into the sea to feed the fish, Peter found a tightly wrapped briefcase in the deepest part of the cabin.
After violently breaking the combination lock, several pieces of metal ore glowing with a faint purple light appeared before Peter's eyes.
He casually flicked a Flying Finger Pistol at the ore; not only was it unscathed, but the purple glow upon it became even more dazzling.
Such a spectacle made Peter one hundred percent certain that these pieces of metal ore were raw Vibranium.
"The goods are real, but the quantity is too small. At most, it's only enough to forge a single blade; making a full suit would be difficult."
While grumbling like this, Peter instinctively glanced at the logbook lying to the side.
He discovered the destination pointed to a small country in Eastern Europe—Sokovia.
"As expected, was it a deal initiated by those HYDRA guys in Eastern Europe..."
Peter murmured to himself, an image of a young girl with a grand bosom unconsciously appearing in his mind.
"Alright then, it looks like after I've cleaned up HYDRA in North America, I can find some time to go to Eastern Europe and save a wayward... er, a young beauty who has lost her direction in life."
Just as he was thinking this, Peter's ears twitched, noticing sharp whistling sounds coming from the sky outside the cabin.
Carrying the briefcase, Peter stepped out of the cabin and was surprised to find several high-tech fighter jets with extremely sci-fi designs, their silhouettes resembling the head of a Black Panther, hovering over him at some unknown time.
From the aircraft's loudspeakers came a slightly young but majestic male voice:
"Shameless thief! You are surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender immediately to face the judgment of Wakanda!"
The voice carried an air of unquestionable arrogance.
Hearing this voice, Peter wasn't the least bit nervous; instead, the corners of his mouth curled up.
This truly was a case of "searching far and wide only to find it with no effort at all."
He had originally planned to spend some time looking for them, but he hadn't expected them to deliver themselves right to his doorstep.
With that thought, Peter looked up at the claw fighter jets, which clearly looked expensive, and responded calmly:
"Surrounded by you?"
He sneered; his voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached every fighter jet.
"Is there a possibility that you are the ones surrounded by me?"
Hearing this, the Wakandan warriors on the planes all changed their expressions.
Damn, they couldn't stand it; they had never seen such an arrogant person in their entire lives!
A noble warrior from the Border Tribe pressed the fire button in his hand almost without thinking.
The next second, an energy bolt as thick as an adult's forearm blasted toward the cruise ship where Peter was.
Facing this energy bolt, Peter's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his right leg kicked upward like a battle-axe!
"Tempest Kick!"
A visible cyan shockwave tore through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistle, accurately colliding with the energy bolt.
The menacing energy bolt was instantly detonated, but the Tempest Kick continued unabated, heading straight for the claw fighter jet!
Buzz~
The claw fighter jet hit by the Tempest Kick vibrated but was not shot down on the spot.
This caused Peter to instinctively frown, while he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Rare Vibranium, of which just a small piece of ore was enough to make countless countries and organizations fight to the death, was used so extravagantly in Wakanda to forge full-coverage aircraft armor... Talk about being absolutely filthy rich!
While Peter was complaining in his heart, the Wakandan warriors on the planes were equally shocked, their eyes wide and cold sweat dripping from their large bald heads.
Because on their aircraft displays, Peter's previous Tempest Kick had been converted into a clear energy index!
That seemingly unremarkable kick, after blowing up an energy bolt, still generated over thirty percent energy accumulation on the Vibranium armor!
This meant that if this terrifying kinetic energy wasn't released immediately, their Vibranium fighters would explode on the spot after at most three to five such attacks due to excessive energy accumulation!
Under normal circumstances, let alone bullets, even common Sidewinder missiles hitting their planes might not cause such a terrifying energy accumulation!
In other words... the power of this masked man's kick below was even greater than a Sidewinder missile!
This is just f*cking ridiculous!
...Just as the group of Wakandan warriors had their minds go blank due to this bizarre scene, Peter, who was a bit unhappy about failing to destroy the plane with one kick, had already drawn the katana that had been tucked away for sixty chapters.
It was the trophy he had seized from the Silver Samurai; considering he would be arriving in Wakanda on this trip, Peter had specifically brought this little toy along.
Although the Vibranium content inside was pitifully low, it was enough to deal with these fighter jets!
Thinking this, Peter sneered and brushed his palm over the witch rider driver at his waist.
"Hurricane, please~!"
A emerald-green magic circle passed through Peter's body, and the Witch Rider suit on him quickly switched to Hurricane Form!
In Hurricane Form, Peter instantly transformed into a cyan tornado and soared into the sky, his speed so fast that he even pulled a long wake across the sea surface!
The pilot who had fired at Peter earlier felt a blur before his eyes and couldn't help but ask:
"Where did he go?"
The next second, Peter's figure suddenly appeared on the aircraft's cockpit window.
What the hell!
The Wakandan warrior was horrified and was about to press the fire button again, but Peter's figure had already vanished from his sight once more.
Wh... what happened?!
Just as the pilot was completely bewildered, he heard his companions' frantic shouts over the radio channel:
"Kalva, eject! Eject quickly!"
It turned out that in the view of the other Wakandan warriors, Peter's fleeting figure had already appeared behind the fighter jet like a ghost.
Clang~!
As Peter sheathed the katana in his hand.
The next second, a massive cyan slash mark instantly appeared on that claw fighter jet!
Amidst the terrified screams of the pilot named Kalva, the fighter jet was split in two, and he himself began to plummet rapidly toward the sea below like a falling star...