Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

Chapter 180 Struggle
In Africa, the rainy season and the dry season are continuous.

Now, it is the dry season. There are no black rain clouds in the sky, let alone ordinary white clouds like marshmallows.

There is only one scorching sun in the entire sky.

Even Wakanda, such a developed civilization.

Their streets are still hot.

Only those powerless people, struggling for a living, still walk on these hot streets for a few pieces of silver.

And those noble grandfathers were lying in their offices, enjoying the most advanced air conditioning system.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

"What's going on! Is there an earthquake in Wakanda?" Yimuza was so frightened by this sudden thing that he wanted to jump up from his seat.

But because of his heavy body, he fell directly to the ground.

In the palace, King T'Chaka has been in a state of panic these days because of the disappearance of T'Challa and Shuri.

And the vibration just now gave him a bad feeling.

"Someone! Notify the Royal Guards and have them assemble in front of the Vibranium Mine!"

T'Chaka stood up from his seat and gave instructions to the guards beside him.

"Yes, my king." The guard responded and then took the scepter handed over by T'Chaka and went down to notify the army.

The entrance to the vibranium mine.

T'Chaka looked solemnly at the occasional vibrations coming from the ground.

There is no doubt that someone is causing trouble down there.

As for what force it was, T'Chaka didn't know, but he estimated that the disappearance of his son and daughter was probably caused by that force.

Because the elevator going underground had limited space, T'Chaka activated his Black Panther suit and covered his entire body with nano-vibranium.

He said to Okoye who was standing beside him, "Take ten elite soldiers and go down with me."

"My king, there is no need for you to put yourself in danger. Let us do it." The captain of the Royal Guard looked at T'Chaka with some concern and said.

After all, he is old.

What if something happens? T'Challa is still missing.

If anything goes wrong, Wakanda will be in chaos.

"Okoye, this is an order!" T'Chaka's tone was very serious.

Okoye had no choice but to bow and say, "Yes, my king."

After counting ten soldiers, Okoye and T'Chaka, who was wearing a Black Panther suit, got on the elevator to go down to the mine.

Time goes back to a while ago.

After being detained for a day, Bart, Nick and others learned their lesson.

They found that as long as they did not resist, the other party would not do anything to them.

Instead, they will give you food and drink.

Although all Jonathan prepared for them was cheap cola fried chicken.

But for Bart and others, this is undoubtedly a delicacy.

They have never eaten these commercial foods since they were born.

The fat content was far beyond that of regular food, and my tongue felt sufficient salt for the first time.

Both of these caused Nick and Bart's brains to secrete dopamine crazily.

Even the stimulation from the carbon dioxide in ice cola is so novel to them.

"My Leopard God! Bart, have you ever eaten such delicious food before? Is this the food eaten by those noble grandfathers? It's really delicious!"

Nick was eating fried chicken in big mouthfuls while tears kept flowing down his face.

Hearing this, Bart was silent for a while.

Then he started to treat the fried chicken in his hand madly as if it were his enemies, as if the fried chicken were the nobles of Wakanda.

Jonathan was shocked when he saw how voraciously several people were eating.

Isn't Wakanda said to be very rich? Why do these people in Wakanda look like starving ghosts reincarnated?
"What do you usually eat?" Jonathan couldn't help but ask.

After the cyborg next to him translated it.

Nick replied.

"We usually eat cassava, and if we behave well in the mines, we will be rewarded with some salt."

After saying that, Nick continued to eat heartily.

Jonathan: “???”

Isn't Wakanda the light of Africa? Are the people here living such a hard life?

Jonathan couldn't believe it.

Bart also heard the conversation between the two and saw Jonathan's look of disbelief.

Then I realized that their living conditions were very bad even in the outside world.

Therefore, his hatred for those high-handed Wakandan grandfathers deepened.

Except for these two people, other workers also shed tears after tasting the fried chicken and Coke.

He was muttering something, the general meaning of which was similar to what Nick had said before, which was to say that only gods were qualified to enjoy such food.

If citizens of other African countries showed such expressions, Jonathan would not be so surprised.

After all, in the 21st century, people in many countries still don’t have enough food to eat.

But this is Wakanda, a country as wealthy as the United States.

I never expected that their citizens also lead such a miserable life.

This was a little hard for Jonathan to accept for a while.

He had expected Wakanda to be primitive in some ways, but he hadn't imagined it to be this primitive.

"Your name is Bart, right?" Jonathan suddenly asked the only worker who was not crying.

Bart looked up.

Jonathan saw a kind of longing in his eyes.

A yearning for fairness.

He longs to be able to eat such delicious food every day like everyone else.

"I'm."

Bart said little, but nodded and acknowledged his identity.

When the others saw Jonathan and Bart talking, they turned to look over.

But the fried chicken in his hand still kept being put into his mouth.

"Bart, have you ever thought about why you can only eat cassava and drink muddy water every day, while those nobles can sit in their offices every day and enjoy the fruits of your labor?"

Jonathan's tone was slightly bewitching.

Hearing this, Bart began to think.

Yes, why? Why would I be willing to be exploited by those masters?
Why don't you resist?

Then Bart looked at the gun in the hand of the cyborg next to him and suddenly understood.

"Because we have no weapons, we can't fight back against them."

Bart looked at Jonathan with a determined look in his eyes and replied.

After hearing Bart's answer, Jonathan nodded with satisfaction.

"Bart, if I give you weapons, would you dare to point them at those noble grandfathers who once oppressed you?"

Jonathan continued to ask.

Hearing this, Bart fell silent again.

This question made him feel very conflicted.

Indeed, he could understand that it was because of those noble lords that their lives were so hard.

However, the class education deeply rooted in him since childhood made him hesitate to point the gun at the nobles.

But when Bart looked down at the fried chicken in his hand, his eyes became firm. He looked up at Jonathan and said, "I dare you!"

Bart's voice was sonorous and powerful.

But that's not enough.

Jonathan continued to ask.

"What if I asked you to point your gun at your king, what about T'Chaka?"

Jonathan's questions were like the devil's whispers, tormenting Bart madly in his ears.

king?

To be honest, even just now, Bart had never doubted that his life was so miserable because of the king.

He simply pushed all his resentment onto those nobles.

As for the royal family, he subconsciously chose to ignore it.

But Jonathan's words made him realize that the royal family of Wakanda was also one of the nobles who oppressed them.

Part of their hard work was used to support the royal family.

Seeing that Bart hesitated much longer this time than before, Jonathan shook his head.

It seems that there is no way to get these Ni brothers to point their guns at their king anytime soon.

Thinking of this, Jonathan drew out the Sage's Blade and forged a door on the side.

Then let a cyborg in.

After a while, T'Challa was carried out of the dimensional gate by two cyborgs.

The moment they saw T'Challa, Bart, Nick and the other workers.

All fell to their knees.

His head was pressed firmly to the ground, not daring to lift it up even a bit.

Because even if you just raise your head, it would be extremely disrespectful to the Wakanda royal family.

Seeing the performance of several people, Jonathan was very disappointed.

"Bart! Look up!"

Jonathan is still making a final attempt to see if he can change Bart's cognition.

Hearing this, Bart's body trembled.

But they dared not raise their heads for a long time. After all, they were taught since childhood that the royal family of Wakanda is noble.

For such filthy and lowly people as them, even looking at someone from the royal family was a blasphemy.

"You! Go and lift his head up by force!" Jonathan was furious when he saw this, and directly ordered the cyborg next to him to lift Bart's head up.

Even though his body was being pressed down by the cyborg, his head was forcibly lifted up.

But Bart still resisted by keeping his eyes tightly closed.

It seemed as though he would rather die than desecrate Wakanda's royalty.

"Open his eyelids for me!" Jonathan said to another cyborg.

After hearing the order, the cyborg walked over.

Using one hand on each eyelid, he forced Bart's eyes open.

Even so, Bart kept moving his eyes, trying to refuse to look at T'Challa.

"Bart! Tell me why you can't look T'Challa in the eye!" Jonathan's question was deafening.

Shocked, Bart couldn't help but ask himself, why?
Is it that he doesn't dare to face it?
Or is it really because T'Challa is nobler than him?

But Bart, who had never been to school, could not understand such a complicated problem.

In terms of education, Wakanda also strictly limits the knowledge that ordinary civilians can access.

In the eyes of the nobles, these peasants only need to be able to work. Why should they learn knowledge? To rebel against themselves?
Therefore, for most people in Wakanda, going to school is a complete luxury.

Looking at Bart who was still struggling.

The other workers, including Nick, were lying on the ground trembling.

On the one hand, there was the pressure of imperial power on them, and on the other hand, there was the fear of Jonathan.

"Tell me!" Jonathan walked to Bart's side and asked loudly in his ear.

"I don't know! Let me go! I really don't know!" Bart cried and struggled.

Jonathan shook his head when he saw this.

He pulled out a dagger from the waist of the cyborg next to him and threw it in front of Bart.

"I'm giving you two choices now. The first is to pick up the dagger and stab it into T'Challa's chest. The other choice is for you to use this dagger to end your own life."

Jonathan's words were like ice in winter, making Bart feel like there were ice chips in his bones.

On one side is his own life, and on the other side is the royal family that he was taught to respect since childhood.

This time, Bart finally opened his eyes, looked at T'Challa, and then looked at the dagger on the ground.

"what happened?"

Suddenly, T'Challa woke up and looked around in confusion.

Seeing T'Challa wake up, Jonathan thought it was just right.

But for Bart, T'Challa who opened his eyes was much more terrifying than T'Challa who just fell into a coma.

"Who are you? With your outfit, you must be a miner from Wakanda, right? And who are they?" T'Challa asked, looking up at these cyborgs.

"Yes, Prince T'Challa, I am a miner."

Bart's tone subconsciously carried a hint of respect.

"You, you are their leader, right? Why did you arrest me?"

T'Challa asked, looking at Jonathan.

Then he felt a splitting headache and squinted his eyes.

However, Jonathan ignored T'Challa and asked Bart again.

"Bart, you die or he dies, you choose one."

Hearing the seriousness in Jonathan's tone.

Bart also knew that the other party was serious. If he didn't do something, then even if he didn't kill himself with a knife.

Then the other party will let his subordinates do it for him.

Out of love for life, the cyborg let go of Bart's hands and feet.

He staggered to the dagger.

He reached out and picked up the dagger.

But as he pointed the dagger at T'Challa, he hesitated.

Looking at the way T'Challa looked at him as if he were an ant.

This made Bart afraid again, as if T'Challa was a life form higher than himself.

But besides fear, there was also a trace of unwillingness in my heart.

We are all human beings, so why does he look at me like an ant?
Am I not a human being?

Although he had not received education that everyone is equal, this did not prevent him from seeing T'Challa's appearance clearly.

Barthes's reflections on himself.

Everyone has two eyes, a nose and a mouth.

You also have hands and feet, and I also have all four limbs intact.

Why do you look at me like an ant? Why?
Is it because T'Challa is a prince?
Bart kept thinking in his mind.

During this time, the dagger in his hand was getting closer and closer to T'Challa's throat.

At this critical moment, continuous explosions suddenly sounded.

Bart, Jonathan and T'Challa all looked towards the aisle not far away.

T'Chaka, wearing a Black Panther suit, led Okoye and others over.

(End of this chapter)