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Ethan sat in the back seat of his car, parked a few kilometers away. The hologram feed from Focus showed the salvage yard collapsing into nothing.
The feed cut out with a soft click.
Ethan exhaled and leaned back in his seat.
"That's done."
"Did something happen?" Sharon asked.
Ethan shook his head. "Nothing we need to worry about."
They both settled back as the car started moving. Behind them, the transport truck carrying all the vibranium rolled smoothly along the highway. Grant and Storm were in the truck's cabin with the driver, while Ethan and Sharon rode ahead in the car.
Everything seemed calm—
Until three black SUVs suddenly appeared behind them, engines roaring.
Sharon's eyes widened. "Did Klaue leak our location?"
"Most likely," Ethan said, already annoyed. He tapped his earpiece.
"Storm, take care of the pursuers."
Storm's voice came through immediately from the truck. "Got it."
The driver looked confused as Storm unbuckled his seatbelt. "W-What is he doing?" the driver asked, eyes wide.
Grant loaded his gun calmly. "Just keep driving."
The driver gulped but nodded, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Storm opened the door and climbed up onto the top of the truck. Wind roared around him as he looked at the three pursuing SUVs. Without hesitation, he pulled out a single shuriken—its edges glowing with faint violet markings—and threw it behind them.
The moment the shuriken touched the asphalt, the air around it twisted violently. Gravity distorted, bending the road itself. All three speeding SUVs were caught in the distortion and violently thrown sideways.
But from the middle SUV, the door kicked open mid-air.
A man jumped out, landing on the road and sprinting toward the truck with impossible speed. In a blink, he leapt up onto the roof where Storm stood.
Storm looked at him. The man wore a black suit—sleek, armored, and eerily similar to a Black Panther suit or rather it was Black Panther suit before Shuri made the nano tech Vibranium one.
"Who are you?" Storm asked, tightening his grip on his sword.
"The vibranium is ours," the man said with a smile behind his mask.
Storm said coldly "Then try to take it back… if you can."
Both of them clashed atop the moving truck, metal ringing, sparks flying.
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Inside the car ahead, Ethan frowned. "Who the hell is that guy?"
Sharon was already typing furiously on her laptop. "I can't find anything on him. Nothing in the SHIELD database."
Ethan nodded slowly. "Well… whoever he is, he's not taking my vibranium."
'Its normal SHIELD don't know as it is yet the time for Wakanda to be known' Ethan thought.
He reached down to his belt and pulled out a compact gun—sleek, silver, and humming with low energy.
"You should get your weapon too," Ethan said, eyes narrowing. "More pursuers incoming."
Sharon looked up—and froze.
A black jet streaked above them, dropping altitude fast. Its weapons lit up, preparing to fire missiles.
"That gun is supposed to help us against that?" Sharon asked, pointing at the jet.
"Just watch," Ethan said casually.
He pushed the sunroof open, stood up slightly, let the targeting system lock onto the jet, and pulled the trigger three times.
Three perfectly aimed rounds shot upward.
"They're EMP rounds," Ethan said. "If these don't work… well, then nothing I have will."
Sharon raised an eyebrow, ready to comment on how useless that sounded—
But then she saw the sky flash.
Three bursts of lightning jumped across the jet's body. The engines sputtered mid-flight. The jet jerked, dipped, and then crashed straight onto the road, skidding and exploding behind them.
Sharon stared at Ethan, stunned. "Okay… that actually worked."
"It was a machine after all, Emp rounds are best against such" He said calmly.
Storm and the Black Panther–suited stranger clashed again, their blades and claws sparking as they slid across the top of the speeding truck.
The truck swerved slightly on the highway, but the driver—pale as a ghost—held steady.
Grant shouted from inside, "Storm! Get rid of him fast!"
Storm didn't answer. His focus was on the masked warrior in front of him.
The stranger swung with razor-sharp clawed gauntlets. Storm dodged, flipped, and countered with a swift slash that scraped against the vibranium suit, leaving no mark at all.
"Tsk… vibranium armor," Storm muttered. "Annoying."
The masked man said calmly "You can't cut me. You're wasting your time."
Storm simply said. "Oh, I wasn't trying to cut you."
Before the stranger could react, Storm's foot shot out, hitting him square in the chest.
The blow didn't pierce the armor—but the force sent the stranger stumbling backward. He regained balance quickly, sliding across the roof.
"You're strong," the Black Panther-suited man said. "But we both know you can't win."
Storm raised an eyebrow. "If I couldn't win, I'd be dead already."
The stranger rushed forward again, faster this time. His claws slashed in a blur. Storm parried each strike, sparks flying with every impact.
Then the stranger's claw caught Storm's side—not slicing through, but sending him skidding dangerously close to the edge of the truck roof.
Storm planted his sword into the metal roof to stop himself.
The stranger charged.
Storm's eyes narrowed. "Fine. Let's test something."
He gripped the sword with both hands and tapped a switch on the hilt.
The blade lit up with violet patterns.
The masked stranger froze. "What is that—?"
Storm swung.
This time, the sword didn't try to cut the armor.
It hit the air in front of the man.
A violet shockwave burst out like a hammer, slamming into the stranger's chest and sending him flying off the truck entirely.
He hit the road, bounced twice, then rolled to a stop.
Storm exhaled. "Vibranium can absorb kinetic force… but if I twist gravity around him at the same time, it messes with the suit."
Grant popped his head out of the truck window. "He down?"
Storm looked back.
The guy stood up — but he didn't chase this time. He just stood there.
"What is he planning?" Storm frowned.
Just as he wondered what was happening, a bald woman appeared on a bike. The Black Panther looked back, then crouched, jumped, and landed neatly behind the bald woman as she drove.
"Futile," Storm muttered as he swung his sword several times, sending air slashes forward, using his own specialized Gravity Sword that Ethan had built for him.