Magneto Slaughters a City (Bonus Chapter for FFF Regiment Chief 5/12)

Linderman emerged from the Wakanda Embassy looking disheveled and furious, then drove back.

He had worked as a broker for many years and could be considered a top-tier one, but over the past year, his career had suffered repeated setbacks.

First, he had encountered the high-powered lunatic from Ultimate Limit Hall, and now he had run into Trabbi, the ambassador of the Wakanda Embassy, a brainless fool with a warped worldview.

He now felt more strongly than ever that his work was better suited to dealing with normal people. As for abnormal ones, perhaps those should be left to psychologists.

If he took on similar jobs in the future, he would have to investigate the target’s background carefully. He could not accept this kind of assignment again. It was seriously damaging his glorious track record!

Still, he had to find a way to complete the job he had already accepted.

The assignment involving Zhan Liu had been far too dangerous. One stroke of bad luck, and he could have lost his life. But there was still a chance to salvage the Wakanda Embassy assignment.

If the mountain will not come to me, I will go to the mountain.

Trabbi was clearly a dead end. He would have to go directly to King T’Chaka instead.

With an enormous power like the Pentagon backing him, could he really fail to deal with the king of a small country?

A carrot and a stick was a negotiation tactic that would never go out of style.

The United States Armed Forces had used this tactic all over the world, successfully "negotiating" countless commercial contracts.

First, he would offer the carrot. If the other side obediently accepted it, that would be ideal. Otherwise, he would simply strip away the coating and resolve the matter in a blunt and straightforward manner.

After briefly reviewing the plan in his mind, he took out his phone and called General Talbot, the actual person in charge behind him. He arranged for a military aircraft and a squad of soldiers to escort him to Wakanda.

He was working for the military, after all, so he received the green light all the way. Specialists handled all the necessary procedures for him.

After hanging up, he drove straight to the military base, boarded the plane without stopping, and flew directly toward eastern Africa.

Wakanda, here I come!

After several hours of flight, the aircraft finally entered Wakandan airspace. However, there were no airports here, making it impossible to land, so they had to parachute down near Wakanda’s capital, Birnin Zana.

Linderman did not know how to parachute, but fortunately, everyone around him was a special forces soldier. They not only took him down by parachute but also airdropped an armored vehicle alongside him.

It was fortunate that they had the vehicle. Otherwise, walking to Wakanda’s capital, Birnin Zana, on two legs would not have been easy.

The capital looked shabby and run-down, only slightly larger than a small county town. Farmers came and went through the streets, driving ox carts and leading flocks of sheep. There was every sign of life except for any trace of a civilized society.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that they lived in a feudal dynasty from a thousand years ago.

Relying on the armored vehicle’s intimidation factor, they arrived safely in front of the royal palace. After announcing themselves, they waited for a long time before finally being brought inside and meeting King T’Chaka.

Although the king was already rather old, he remained strong and vigorous, with a sharp and energetic spirit.

After exchanging pleasantries, Linderman stated the purpose of his visit.

To his disappointment, this king was just as impervious to persuasion. Nothing he said had any effect.

Truly, birds of a feather flocked together.

If Ambassador Trabbi was a muddleheaded fool, then this king was a religious fanatic. Every other word out of his mouth was about how the Panther God would bless them.

Linderman felt sorry for the people of Wakanda. With such a foolish ruler, the country was destined to have no future.

He racked his brains, but every inducement failed. He was already considering whether to try threatening them with war.

After all, in his experience, pampered idiots like this were most afraid of having their power overthrown by their own people. Given Wakanda’s shoddy military strength, a few companies of soldiers should be enough to deal with them easily.

Then he could install a puppet king, and everything would become much easier.

The young Prince T’Challa, who had been standing behind the king the whole time, seemed like a good choice. He had the bearing of a ruler.

Just as some dangerous thoughts were swirling through his mind, the United States Armed Forces major accompanying him received a phone call. He then took out his tablet, opened a page, and handed it to Linderman.

"It’s too late. Magneto has begun his attack. This is Warsaw, the capital of Poland. Everyone in the entire city has been killed."

Linderman took it and looked at the screen. It showed a video from a satellite’s perspective.

After zooming in, they could see that the city beneath the satellite was filled with ruins, while corpses covered the streets, their gruesome deaths too horrible to look at.

"Ugh…"

Linderman was just an ordinary person. When had he ever witnessed such a bloody scene?

Although he was not seeing it in person and there was no stimulation to his sense of smell, the ultra-high-definition satellite footage displayed every grisly detail with perfect clarity. Linderman’s stomach churned, and he turned his head and began vomiting violently.

The video of the streets strewn with corpses was also displayed before T’Chaka and his son.

Both their expressions changed. After exchanging a glance, Prince T’Challa apologized and hurried out of the hall, perhaps to find somewhere to vomit.

After vomiting for a while, Linderman rinsed his mouth with water from the canteen a nearby soldier handed him. Then, panting, he looked toward T’Chaka.

"Your Majesty, now that you’ve seen it, I won’t hide anything from you."

"The video you saw was the work of an international terrorist named Erik Lehnsherr. He is a Mutant, and his goal is to exterminate all humans and establish a Mutant Nation."

"Our research has found that a metal called ‘Vibranium’ can help us fight him. Unfortunately, there is far too little of this metal."

"We traced the source of this metal to Wakanda. However, you are merely an agricultural nation, and clearly lack the ability to smelt such a rare metal. So we want to help you improve your smelting technology, allowing us to obtain more Vibranium and save the world."

"The situation is that the war has already begun. We don’t have time for exploration, mining, and smelting."

"So I’d like to ask whether your country has any stockpiles of this metal. After all, your royal family has existed for over a thousand years. Perhaps, after accumulating things for a millennium, your palace has gathered quite a few of these ‘rare treasures.’"

Since his original plan had been rendered useless, Linderman decided to complete the mission another way.

If he had the chance, he would first obtain some Vibranium to deal with the emergency. After Magneto was taken care of, he would overthrow Wakanda’s decaying feudal regime and send people to conduct extensive mining operations.

As for this stubborn, rigid, and foolish old king, there would be plenty of time to deal with him later.