Heading to Wakanda

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She couldn't help but complain, "Sister, have you ever considered the aerodynamic resistance of this outfit when running?"

The other party sneered, "What's that? I don't need to run; no man can escape from my palm!"

The two of them were back to each other and it was probably impossible that they would ever be on the same channel.

Even if Daisy was killed, she swore she would never wear this kind of clothes that would cause a social death. She hurriedly changed the subject, "Where's that black guy I asked you to find?"

The Viper was speechless for a moment. They were having a good conversation, why are you bringing up other people?!

Nevertheless, she clapped her hands, and within ten minutes, her subordinates dragged in a very muscular black man pulling the messy braids on his head like a dead dog.

"Does this guy have any important information? It took me some effort to find him, he's very skilled. I was caught off guard and he killed seven of my men and injured more than ten. In the end, to capture him alive I had to use poisonous smoke." The Viper reminded her, indicating she hadn't been negligent, and sacrificed a lot to complete her mission.

Daisy knew the task wasn't easy. With so many secret military units in the U.S., many of which are unknown even to the Secretary of Defense. They use codenames and aliases, finding them was like searching for a needle in a haystack. The fact that The Viper could locate one meant she had a good network in the upper echelons of society.

Looking at the future codenamed Black Panther, Eric Killmonger, Daisy felt a bit disgusted. This guy left a scar on his body for every person he killed, and Daisy, with a touch of trypophobia, only glanced at him before turning to look at the beautiful Viper to clear her eyes of that scene.

"Thanks for your help." It was just courtesy; saying a few more words wouldn't kill anyone.

Westerners(except Canadians xD) aren't accustomed to this kind of verbal thanking, and The Viper grunted a couple of times without saying anything.

"Does he have anything special... on him that stands out?" The Snake, somewhat disdainfully, had her subordinate bring a tattered woven bag. "I took out everything this guy had in his belongings, but I didn't see it."

Daisy didn't care whether she looked or not. She quickly opened the bag, and there was quite a mess inside, and spilled it onto the expensive carpet of the hotel.

Rhino horns, wine glasses, and a few unique accessories. Ignoring the trash, her eyes automatically focused on a brown-covered notebook.

Flipping through it quickly, with dense handwriting, the writer used two languages to ensure future readers understood: English and an unknown script.

The writer seemed to have strong hands; each stroke seemed to penetrate the paper, yet the writing was extremely neat.

"What kind of text is this? The writing looks concise; looks like an African Tribal language?" The Snake's wife asked curiously.

This big sister was not very skilled in combat, but she had a talent for languages, almost mastering all the languages in the world. No superpowers related to it, just pure self-study. From the perspective of language, she is a master of learning.

Daisy obviously doesn't have talent in languages. Nowadays, she only speaks most of the Chinese languages, English, Spanish, and Japanese, and can read a few more. It might seem good for ordinary people, but at her level 7 spy, it is definitely the dead last.

"It's an African language." She answered casually, focusing on the notebook. The fact that it was written in English and an African language made it convenient for her. Maybe Killmonger's father was afraid that his son wouldn't learn and respect his mother tongue like some people.

The royal ring left by Daddy Killmonger was also on the pages. Daisy casually took it.

Even though she wouldn't pretend to be any royal, keeping it wouldn't hurt. The craftsmanship of this ring was excellent, and the metal material was completely unfamiliar; it should be Vibranium.

Thinking about the Black Panther's family and their abundant vibranium, even after digging for thousands of years, the amount lost was like a drop in the ocean.

If they strictly adhered to the principle of not leaking, it would be fine. Unfortunately, during the pursuit battle in Busan, an entire car made of Vibranium was smashed, and they didn't bother to recover it. Several people lost a whole car just for chasing a big piece of metal. It could only be said that the intelligence of these people was simply not there...

"It seems like you've gained a lot?" the Viper asked charmingly.

"Indeed, I've gained a lot. I really appreciate your help this time," she continued with polite words.

The Viper pondered, "So, do you still need me to accompany you to Africa? You know, I have a lot on my plate now... the Nazi affairs have caused me some trouble..."

Daisy felt conflicted about The Viper's reluctance to continue involvement. Their relationship was actually quite messy, and it was only because of various wrong coincidences and shared interests that they got entangled.

While having Viper accompany her to Africa would be helpful, it also came with its own set of risks and benefits.

After some thought, Daisy asked with a serious tone, "Ophelia, are we friends?" Ophelia Sarkissian was the real name of Viper, and she saw it when she went through her memory movies that day.

Viper's gaze flickered, but under Daisy's scrutiny, she slowly lifted her head, looked into her eyes, and with changing expressions, hesitated for almost half a minute before answering, "If there are no conflicting interests, then yes."

"In that case, can you use your connections to help me hire a team and go to this guy's hometown? Will it harm your interests? " Daisy pointed to the unconscious Killmonger.

"What do you want done?"

"Destruction, arson, whatever you want. The bigger the commotion, the better."

Viper was a bit puzzled, "And what about you? What role do you play here?"

"I'm obviously the good guy in this scenario. You're asking strange questions," Daisy glanced at Viper, as if thinking the other's intelligence was lacking.

"Hehe," Viper chuckled, covering her mouth.

The two of them formalized their agreement, speaking frankly and taking a small step forward in their relationship.

Over the next few days, Daisy stayed in the hotel, waiting for Viper to help her create a new identity while also studying the language of Wakanda.

As for the Killmonger, all his memories about Wakanda came from the notebook. In reality, this person wasn't important, and Viper had her subordinates take him away. Whether he was brainwashed or dissected or even just kept as a boytoy afterward had nothing to do with Daisy.

Regarding why Killmonger didn't return to Wakanda for such a long time and waited ten years, Daisy guessed that the guy wasn't ready. Whether physically or mentally, facing such a legendary country, he didn't have the massive advantages that transmigrators possessed and needed to make a lot of preparations.

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

Viper wouldn't personally get involved but would use her connections to find a group of mercenaries to stir up trouble.

This outcome was very advantageous for Daisy's plan.

In Kenya, she found a Jeep and drove north along the highway, following the route indicated by the diary. Near Lake Turkana, close to the border of Ethiopia, there was a small road leading directly to the surrounding mountains of Wakanda.

On the seventh day, she left the main road, entering an endless expanse of primitive grassland.

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