Traveling To Wakanda

She couldn't help but comment, "Have you considered the aerodynamic resistance when running in this outfit?"

The other party scoffed, "What's that? I don't need to run away. No man can escape from my grasp!"

The two of them talked past each other, completely unable to find common ground.

Daisy couldn't imagine herself wearing such a death-defying outfit, she quickly changing the topic, "Where's is he?"

Viper rolled her eyes, thinking, "We were having a decent conversation, and she brings up a guy in it?"

Nevertheless, she clapped her hands, and within ten minutes, a muscular man with messy braids and scars on his body was dragged in by her subordinates.

"Does this guy know any important information? It took me quite an effort to find him. He's skilled, caught me off guard and killed seven of my men, injured more than ten. I finally managed to capture him using poisonous smoke," Viper reminded Daisy, indicating her dedication to the task and the sacrifices made.

Daisy also understood that this mission was no walk in the park. With so many secret military units in the US, many of which the Secretary of Defense wasn't even aware of, all operating under code names and aliases, finding this man was impressive, showing Viper's strong connections in the upper echelons of society.

Looking at the future codenamed "Black Panther," Erik Killmonger, Daisy felt a bit disgusted. This guy left a scar on his body for every person he killed. With a touch of trypophobia, Daisy glanced at him for a moment and then turned her head to look at Snake.

"Thanks for your help." It was just a polite phrase, a few extra words wouldn't hurt.

"Does he have any particularly... noticeable belongings?"

Viper's subordinates brought a worn-out woven bag, somewhat disdainfully, "I've taken out whatever he had on him in Switzerland, I didn't really look at it."

Daisy didn't care whether Viper looked at it or not, she quickly opened the bag. It was full of miscellaneous items. She dumped everything onto the expensive hotel carpet.

Rhino horn, goblets, and several uniquely styled accessories cluttered the pile. Ignoring the junk, her focus automatically shifted to a brown-covered notebook.

Flipping through it rapidly, she saw some densely packed handwriting. The writer used two languages, English and an unknown one, probably to ensure that future readers wouldn't be able to understand. The force behind the pen strokes seemed powerful, as if each stroke could pierce through the paper, yet the writing was meticulous.

"What language is this? It looks refined, is it some kind of tribal language?" Viper's curiosity got the better of her.

She had limited combat skills, but she was a linguistic prodigy, almost mastering every language in the world through sheer self-study. Despite having no superpowers, she became a language genius through her hard work. Within the realm of language, she was a true scholar.

Daisy's talent, on the other hand, clearly didn't lie in languages. At the moment, she only spoke Chinese, English, Spanish, and Japanese, which might seemed decent to an average person, but at the level of espionage and special operations, she was trailing behind.

"It's an African language." She casually replied, her attention still fixed on the notebook. The notes were written in English and an African language. It seemed the Black Panther's old man was afraid his son might be illiterate, so he left notes in dual languages, and Daisy was benefitting from it.

The royal ring left behind by the Black Panther's father was also tucked within the pages of the notebook. Daisy casually picked it up.

Even though she wouldn't be impersonating any royalty, keeping it wouldn't hurt. The craftsmanship of the ring was exquisite, and the metal material was unlike anything she had seen before – probably made from vibranium.

Thinking about it, those Black Panther folks must be living quite a cushy life. They act like finding a bit of vibranium is akin to digging up their own father's grave. In reality, the amount of vibranium they've dug up in a few thousand years is still far from a drop in the bucket.

If they had consistently adhered to the principle of not letting vibranium leave their territory, that would have been one thing. However, in the heat of the Busan chase, they managed to break an entire vibranium-made car, and they didn't even bother to salvage it... Several of them ended up losing an entire car while chasing after a piece of metal.

You could say the intelligence of these Wakandans was sorely lacking.

"It seems you made quite a haul?" Snake asked in her charming manner.

"Yes, I did make a significant discovery this time. I really appreciate your help," she continued with polite words.

Viper pondered for a moment. "So, do I not need to accompany you to Africa? You know, I've got a lot on my plate right now... the Nazi situation is causing me some minor trouble..."

Daisy's emotions were a bit conflicted at Viper's reluctance to continue being involved. The relationship between the two was quite convoluted, brought together by a web of coincidental interests.

Viper following Daisy to Africa could be helpful, but it also required caution due to potential advantages and disadvantages.

After a moment's thought, Daisy asked with some seriousness, "Ophelia, are we friends?" Ophelia Sarkissian was Viper's real name, as seen in the shared memories.

Viper's gaze flickered, but she slowly lifted her head under Daisy's scrutiny, looking directly into her eyes. Her expression changed various times. After nearly half a minute, she hesitated before replying, "If there are no conflicting interests, then yes."

"Well then, would it be detrimental to your interests if you used your connections to help me hire a team of people to go to this guy's homeland?" Daisy pointed at the unconscious body of Killmonger.

"What's the purpose?"

"Disruption, chaos, anything really, the bigger the better."

Viper was a bit puzzled, "And what about you? What role are you playing here?"

"Of course, I'm the good guy. Your question makes it sound like you lack intelligence," she glanced at Viper, as if she thought the other person's intelligence was insufficient.

"Hehe," Viper covered her mouth and chuckled.

The two of them had reached a formal agreement, speaking candidly and moving their relationship slightly forward.

In the following days, Daisy stayed at the hotel, waiting for Viper to help her create a new identity, while also studying and learning the Wakandan language.

As for Killmonger, all his memories about Wakanda came from the notes. In reality, this man wasn't that important. Viper had her subordinates take him away. Whether he'd be brainwashed or dissected after that had nothing to do with Daisy.

As for why Killmonger didn't return to Wakanda for so long and waited ten years, Daisy speculated that he probably wasn't fully prepared. He lacked the significant advantages that time travellers possessed when facing a legendary nation like Wakanda. He needed to make many preparations.

A week later, Daisy left Southeast Asia and boarded a plane to Nairobi, Kenya.

Viper wouldn't personally go on-site; instead, she would manipulate her connections to hire a group of mercenaries to cause a disturbance.

This outcome was very favorable for Daisy's plan.

After finding a jeep locally in Kenya, Daisy followed the road northward. According to the directions provided by Killmonger's father, there was a small path near Lake Turkana, close to the Ethiopian border, that led directly into the mountains surrounding Wakanda.

On the seventh day, she left the main road and entered an endless expanse of pristine grassland.