Chapter 1063 Superheroes are so crazy, the real situation of Wakanda

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and the headlights of the red motorcycle in the underground garage suddenly flashed.

The next second, the motorcycle roared, the two tires spun wildly, and it rushed out of the garage at a very fast speed, and stopped in front of Aaron with a beautiful drift.

"Master, Supersonic reports to you."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Scott Lang and Peter Parker exclaimed in surprise one after another, staring at the cool red motorcycle in front of them with their mouths wide open. There seemed to be little yellow stars twinkling in their eyes, and they looked like they had never seen the world before.

"Will it transform?" Peter Parker asked curiously.

"Guess." Aaron rolled his eyes at him unhappily, then put Abe in front of the seat and got into the car quickly. "I'm leaving first. Don't keep me waiting too long, both of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron twisted the handle and quickly left the sight of the two men.

"I guess it can transform." Peter Parker said to himself, "There are gaps between the various parts of that motorcycle. It must be prepared for transformation."

"Don't talk about this, we have to catch up." Scott immediately drove his pickup truck over, "Get in."

"Okay, sir."

More than half an hour later, the three met in a suburb.

Aaron skillfully put the "Supersonic" into the space ring, which made Scott jealous.

He also wanted to pack up his ride and take it with him.

But unfortunately Hank was stingy and didn't give him any Pym particles, otherwise he could also enjoy the convenient technological life.

"This should be it." Scott said uncertainly, "Prince T'Challa will be here soon. Should we change our equipment first?"

"I'm already changed." Peter Parker pulled down his collar, revealing his bright red spider suit. "Just put on the hood and everything will be fine."

"Your battle suit...is it so simple and crude?" Scott asked in surprise.

"Mr. Stark's design is much better than my own." Peter Parker said with excitement. He was just an ordinary high school student, how could he have the honor to wear a battle suit that cost more than a million.

In the past he had only seen pigs running, but today he ate pork.

Although I may only eat it once in my life, at least I got a taste of it.

"Haha! I'm more curious, who is more powerful, Peter Parker or the battle suit on Peter Parker?" Aaron asked with a meaningful smile, "A few years ago, Steve Rogers asked Tony Stark a question, what is he without the battle suit?

Today I ask you this question: What is Peter Parker without this suit?

Hearing this, Peter Parker fell silent and the smile on his face gradually faded.

“Is it appropriate to ask such a serious question to a minor?”

“This kid is different from you, his superpowers come from himself, and he has a strong sense of justice.

But he is too young and has always stayed in his comfort zone. As he grows up, he will inevitably encounter greater setbacks, stronger enemies, and more difficult problems.

I just gave him a simple vaccination to prevent him from getting confused. "

"Thank you, sir." Peter Parker said with sincere gratitude, "Can you tell me what Mr. Stark answered at that time?"

"Playboy, billionaire, genius, philanthropist...

You know, he has many titles.”

"Yeah!" Peter Parker grinned, "Mr. Stark doesn't need to consider such issues at all."

At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard a sound of breaking air, and they all looked up at the sky at the same time.

A high-tech aircraft slowly emerged from stealth mode and floated in mid-air, and the pilot was none other than Wakanda Prince T'Challa.

However, this prince was wearing a pure black battle suit, which made him look completely different from the gentle and elegant appearance he had in a suit and tie at the United Nations building that day.

"Hou Lixie! Is the superhero industry so competitive these days?" Aaron sighed speechlessly.

It would have been fine if the billionaire Tony Stark was Iron Man, but he never expected that the heir to the throne of Wakanda would also be a super soldier.

"Aboard!" T'Challa's voice came from the loudspeaker, and the gangway slowly descended and stopped in front of the three people.

The three of them exchanged glances briefly and boarded the plane without knowing why.

No, it would be more appropriate to say it is an airship.

"Siberia, huh?" T'Challa immediately turned on stealth mode and unmanned driving mode. "We'll be there in about four hours."

"This suit..." Aaron looked at T'Challa's suit carefully and couldn't help smacking his lips. "It should be made of the same material as Captain America's shield!"

“The Black Panthers have been the protectors of Wakanda for generations, and the mantle of warriors has been passed down from generation to generation.”

"Is the prince also a warrior?"

"My father was the previous generation of Black Panther. After he woke up, he passed the mantle to me."

"I see. The king is the greatest protector of Wakanda." Aaron suddenly realized, "No wonder when I examined him, I found that his body functions were stronger than ordinary people. It turns out that he is a warrior."

"No matter how good a warrior is, he is still made of flesh and blood and cannot withstand the impact of an explosion." T'Challa said solemnly, "You saved my father. Wakanda will always remember this kindness."

"I'll emphasize again, that's a deal." Aaron said seriously, "A serious deal."

"Such a deal is quite valuable to Wakanda."

"Okay! But is Wakanda...really a poor country in Africa?"

"That's what the news said." Peter Parker raised his hand.

"Peter Parker, let me teach you a lesson: what's reported on TV news is very deceptive.

You can't not believe it, but you can't believe it completely either." Aaron pointed at himself and the others on the airship, "Just like this weird group we are in now, it seems that we got together just to prove that the news is fake."

“Look at this prince, the suit he’s wearing is no less valuable than Iron Man’s Mark armor.

And the airships under our feet, this technology... I have never seen it in SHIELD, it is far superior to the Quinjet, these are not something a poor African country can afford. "

"Really?" Peter Parker asked curiously, his eyes revealing the innocence and ignorance of a middle school student.

T'Challa's mouth twitched slightly. "I can only tell you that Wakanda is indeed not poor, but it is not very rich either."

Although Wakanda has a vibranium mine, it basically produces and sells the metal for its own use. It is strictly forbidden for this ultra-rare resource to flow out of the country to avoid being coveted by outsiders.

Without foreign trade, vibranium and the various technologies derived from it cannot be monetized.

So in this highly developed country, from the citizens to the king, everyone has no worries about food and drink, and they enjoy all kinds of welfare benefits, but they don't really have much money.

"By the way, weren't you unwilling to help?" T'Challa asked in confusion. "I was a little surprised when Romanov notified me."

“There’s no way, even though Wanda has decided to retire, there’s still some affection between her and the Avengers.

But once this is done, she can be completely free from the Avengers."

T'Challa nodded in understanding, "Is there anything we need to prepare?"

"Recharge your energy and prepare for battle.

Although it's very cold there, the three of you have warm-keeping suits, so you don't have to worry."

"What about you, sir?" Peter Parker asked, "Is this all you're wearing?"

"Haha!" Aaron sat up straight and fiddled with his sleeves. "The three of you combined are not as good as one sleeve of my shirt."

......

Siberia.

The airship landed on a snowy field, and Aaron and his companions stepped on the solid snow.

"If nothing goes wrong, it's the hill in front." Aaron looked at the compass needle and pointed out the direction with certainty.

The other three had no doubts and walked straight forward.

In a few minutes, a tank appeared in their sight, and in front of it was an extremely heavy iron door that was opened.

"They should have just been in for a short time." T'Challa frowned slightly, "But this door is not closed, it seems..."

“It seems to be waiting for us to go in,” Aaron added.

“Yes, I am fearless.

We don't know the situation at this base, so we should be cautious and try not to separate."

"Parker, don't stay too far away from me. None of us knows how dangerous the guy in there is."

"Don't worry sir, I will protect you." Peter Parker said, patting his chest.

"Uh... I think you may have misunderstood." Scott, who had changed into the Ant-Man suit, patted Peter Parker on the shoulder. "Aaron means that you should not stay too far away from him, otherwise he will not be able to protect you."

“I once promised someone that I would take good care of you.

I'll keep my word, don't make it difficult for me." Aaron said as he took out the red spider lily from his space ring, opened the gun chamber, and loaded it with ten magic-breaking bullets purified with holy water.

"Sir, I..."

“Think about your Aunt May, if something happened to you, what would you let her do?

Protecting yourself is the prerequisite for completing the mission, do you understand?"

Peter Parker opened his mouth and swallowed back all the words he was about to say.

Aunt May was his Achilles' heel, and since Aaron had brought her out, he had no choice but to obey.

The man walked through the door and into the dark corridor.

Click!

A beam of strong light suddenly lit up, illuminating the road ahead and the walls on both sides with particular clarity.

T'Challa, Scott, and Peter Parker all looked at Aaron, who was holding a large flashlight in his hand.

"Look what I'm doing?

As a person who believes in light, it is normal to have such equipment, right? "

"But sir..." Peter Parker said hesitantly, "Doesn't this intensity of light tell the people inside that we are coming in?"

"Are you trying to alert the enemy?" Aaron shook his head with amusement, then pointed at them seriously and pointed at Abe, "There is only one enemy inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be a righteous four-on-one fight."

"Are you sure there's only one person?" T'Challa asked unexpectedly.

“At least I only saw one person in the picture I divined.

If you don't believe it, take a look at the situation inside. The thickness of the dust and the spider webs in the corners of the walls prove that no one has been to this base for a long time.

Today, there will probably be only two groups of people.”

"Will there be any traps?" Scott asked worriedly, "This is a military base after all."

"We have three superheroes here, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Uh...that makes sense."

"Let's go!" Aaron winked at T'Challa, "The human shield goes first."

T'Challa smiled, then put on the Black Panther helmet, completing all-round three-dimensional protection.

"Um..." Peter Parker raised his hand, "How about I lead the way?

I am more sensitive to danger and can sense an attack before it begins."

"Shut up." Aaron immediately knocked him on the head. "If you have the ability, you should stay at the back to prevent the opponent from attacking you."

"Oh!"

It turned out that the base was completely undefended. The group walked through the corridor, took the elevator directly to the lower level, passed through the archive room and several doors, and successfully arrived at the underground center of the base.

The wide platform leads directly to the ceiling of the entire base. In the middle is a set of interrogation equipment. Barnes is locked in the interrogation chair.

However, his condition was obviously not very good. He looked pale and was in a coma.

Around him were five freezing chambers emitting a pale yellow halo. White cold air was released from the top of the glass cover, and inside were strong young men and women.

However, they were all killed by a bullet, and the bullet holes on each glass cover were clearly visible.

Aaron sighed softly and walked forward to untie the unconscious Barnes from the interrogation chair.

"Luckily, although he is in a very bad condition, he is still alive.

Parker, come over here and give me a hand."

"Okay, sir."

Peter Parker jumped right up to Aaron and grabbed Barnes' shoulder, "Wow! Metal arm, this dude is so cool."

"What's going on with these people?" Scott asked uneasily.

“They’re all people like James Barnes, the Winter Soldier who was transformed.

Each of them has been injected with super soldier serum, and is a super soldier no weaker than Steve Rogers. "The voice came from a window, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and finally saw Zemo's face, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zemo, Helmut Zemo."

"Then why did you kill them?" Scott asked.

"Because I don't need them, these super soldiers shouldn't even exist." Zemo said coldly. "They were trained to be killers and assassins, and each of them has blood on their hands.

None of them are innocent and should have died long ago.

Perhaps the only consolation is that they died in their sleep.”

"Did you plan the explosion of the UN building?" asked T'Challa.

"It's me." Zemo nodded guiltily, "I'm sorry about your father. He seemed like a good man."