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Chapters 474, 864, and 865: The Fall of Wakanda

“That’s right, we will make Wakanda great again…”

"Let Wakanda become an empire on which the sun never sets..."

"Wakandas are the true warriors!!"

"Long live King Eric..."

"..."

Even those who had previously been confused by Eric Steve's speech or did not quite agree with it were quickly drawn into the enthusiastic crowd by the vibrant atmosphere.

On the high platform, Eric Steve stood tall and straight, hands behind his back, looking down at the excited crowd of people in the square below, feeling an indescribable sense of pride.

He originally thought he would need to expend a lot of effort to persuade the people of Wakanda to accept his fallacies and heresies.

It was surprisingly easy.

They really are a bunch of brainless idiots.

Eric Steve then turned to look at Okoye and the 18 tribal chiefs standing behind him, and commanded in a commanding tone:
"Alright, now do as I say... *poof*!!!"

However, just as the word "movement" was about to be uttered, Eric Steve's head suddenly exploded with a "poof" sound in full view of everyone, like a watermelon being hit by a heavy hammer.

……

[Collectable souls detected, subspace soul count +1]

[Reputation +9, +7, +7...]

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call--

A thick, yellowish-green toxic fumes, along with fragments of brain matter and scalp, burst forth.

But to everyone's astonishment, Okoye and the members of the Dora Guard, who were the first to be contaminated by the yellowish-green poisonous fog, transformed into mindless, bloodthirsty zombies within seconds and pounced on the tribal chiefs who were still in a daze.

"Ugh..."

"Help...help me..."

Several tribal chiefs who were positioned slightly behind were so frightened that they scrambled down the square, but before they could take more than a few steps, they were tackled to the ground by zombies that had caught up from behind, their flesh and blood being devoured.

Before long, the mangled corpses on the ground seemed to come back to life, trembling as they rose from the pool of blood, and then pounced on the nearest civilians like rabid beasts.

Faced with this sudden and drastic change, the Wakandan citizens who were standing below the platform had no time to react before they were overwhelmed by zombies that either pounced on them or fell from the platform like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

In an instant, cries of agony and agony filled the air.

But their screams were drowned out by the louder cheers from behind.

What made the people in the front row even more desperate was that when they tried to escape from the zombie attack, they found that they had nowhere to run.

The vast majority of people in the back were still immersed in the "inspiring" words, dancing and cheering with those in front of them, completely unaware that a death crisis had already befallen them.

They only realized what was happening when the person standing in front of them was pounced on and devoured by zombies...

But it was already too late.

……

In just two days, the entire city of Wakanda was completely transformed into a city overrun by zombies!

Only a very few lucky ones managed to escape unscathed, but their fate was predictable.

Who could have imagined that this "world's leading technological power" with nearly a million citizens would fall from within in such an absurd and ironic way?

The energy barrier on the outer perimeter, which originally protected the Wakanda generation from any attacks and satellite detection and had background reflection camouflage capabilities, has now become the biggest obstacle preventing the survivors from escaping.

How ironic is this?
How tragic is this?
But the truly tragic person is probably Eric Steve.

He could never have imagined that he would die in this way, at the most triumphant moment of his life.

However, he probably never knew until his death that the person who truly ended his life was not Albert Wesker, who remotely detonated the parasite in his brain, but Tzeentch, who was far away in the Warp.

Because his 'fate' was actually predetermined from the very beginning.

Even his current death is merely a small part of Tzeentch's vast and perfect plan.

However, the fall of Wakanda is far from the end of this event; it is merely the beginning of a phase.

Next, the 'plague' triggered by Albert Wesker will sweep across the entire African continent with overwhelming force in a very short time!

……

A few weeks later.

【Africa】.

A secret underground base of [Tressell Pharmaceuticals].

"Aha..."

Iscolla Joni yawned, pushed open the office door, and sleepily looked at Albert Wesker across from her, who was busily packing things at his desk as if he were about to move. She asked, somewhat puzzled:
What are you doing?

She then gently patted her full cheeks and muttered somewhat unhappily, "It's not even 8 a.m. yet, why did you wake me up so early? I was just getting my beauty sleep..."

“Things have changed. It looks like Project Ouroboros will have to be moved up!” Albert Wesker said without turning his head.

"What, you want to move the plan forward?" Upon hearing this, Icosella Johnny's drowsiness vanished instantly, and she looked at the other person with a surprised expression.

After confirming that the other person wasn't joking, he asked, somewhat flustered and confused, "Wesker, what on earth are you up to?"

"Didn't you say before that the [Ouroboros Virus] hadn't even entered the final stage of development? Why are you in such a hurry to execute the plan now?"

Albert Wesker paused slightly, then said coldly, "Didn't you see the news this morning? It seems the people from the [Trassel Group] haven't called you yet!"

"This morning's news?"

Icosella Johnny was taken aback, clearly not understanding the connection between the news and the early execution of "Operation Ouroboros".

These are completely unrelated things, okay?
Seeing this, Albert Wesker, not wanting to waste any more words explaining to this big-breasted, brainless woman, simply picked up a tablet computer from the table and handed it to her, saying in an icy voice:

"Let's hurry and take a look; we don't have much time left to prepare..."

Icosella Johnny took the tablet with a bewildered look and found that a website had been opened on it, which was none other than the exclusive subscription channel of the Daily Bugle.

At this moment, the screen appears to be playing a loop of a bombshell revelation by John Jameson during the morning news segment.

Even though she hadn't seen the video yet, Icosella Johnny felt a sudden pang of unease, as if something bad was about to happen.

Raise your hand and press the play button.

"Good morning, dear viewers... But I think what you really want to hear isn't this simple, everyday greeting, but rather a bombshell that will get your adrenaline pumping first thing in the morning!"

"That's right, you're lucky. I happen to have a fresh, insider scoop on hand today..."

John Jameson gave a mysterious smile and continued speaking to the camera:

"According to an informed source who wished to remain anonymous, just a few weeks ago, a horrific bio-chemical attack occurred in a region called the Kizuzu Autonomous Region in West Africa. Although its scale was far smaller than the Raccoon City attack a few years ago, its devastation was no less..."

"To date, the number of direct deaths caused by the biochemical virus in the Kizuzu Autonomous Region has reached several thousand, the vast majority of whom are local residents, with a small number of foreign residents."

"But this time, the virus that caused the heavy casualties... ah, to be precise, it should be called a parasite. This time, what appeared in the [Kizuzuz Autonomous Region] was not the [T virus] or the [G virus], but a special biological weapon called the [Praka parasite]."

"Compared to the first two more primitive viruses, the [Praka Parasite] can give infected individuals speed and destructive power far exceeding that of zombies. Most terrifyingly, it can also allow infected individuals to retain their original consciousness and intelligence to a certain extent..."

"That concludes my brief background information before I begin to discuss this incident. Now, please fasten your seatbelts and take a closer look at the shady dealings behind this biohazard attack in the [Kizuzuz Autonomous Region]..."

The video suddenly stopped playing here, and then a prompt appeared at the bottom of the video asking for a paid subscription to watch the remaining content.

Upon seeing this, Icosella Johnny's lips twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but feel speechless.

Goodness, they really don't act until they see the rabbit!

When it comes to nonsensical literature and the ability to entice readers to subscribe, John Jameson is undoubtedly one of the best in the news media industry.

In fact, Icosella Joni was no stranger to John Jameson.

There's no way around it, this 'mouthy' old guy has just been making headlines lately.

Many previously unknown major secrets were revealed by the other party themselves.

Sometimes, even the officials involved are unaware of the information, but the Daily Bugle can still break the news completely in the first instance.

There has been a bold speculation that John Jameson was actually the mastermind behind all of this.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how a mere newspaper editor-in-chief could obtain so many top-secret first-hand insider scoops every time.
Today, John Jameson is known in New York's news circles as 'the king of intelligence, the king of whistleblowing in the intelligence world'!

The accuracy and timeliness of the Daily Bugle's scoops far surpass those of most intelligence organizations.

Therefore, whether it's official information organizations from various countries, colleagues from major news media, or tens of thousands of onlookers... especially the millions of people living in the 'disaster city' [New York], almost all of them are glued to the [Daily Horn]'s live broadcast room day and night, hoping to get first-hand inside information about the major event through the scoop.

In the process, the Daily Bugle naturally helped Carl make a fortune.

Putting aside everything else, the subscription fees for the column channel alone have reached an astonishing astronomical figure.

Closer to home.

Albert Wesker had apparently already subscribed to the next episode, so when Icosella Johnny raised her hand and pressed play, the video continued playing.

However, the very first sentence was enough to send a chill down Icosella Johnny's spine.

"First, let's get to the conclusion... According to insiders, the culprit behind this series of bio-chemical attacks that directly triggered the Kizuzu Autonomous Region... no, not just the Kizuzu Autonomous Region, but rather multiple locations across Africa, is none other than Albert Wesker, who previously served as a senior executive in the Umbrella Corporation's virus research department and was directly involved in the Raccoon City tragedy, as well as other bio-chemical attacks!!"

"Please don't be surprised or panicked... Yes, contrary to the intelligence previously released by the BSAA organization, this heinous bio-chemical KB agent is not only not dead, but has also escaped the BSAA organization's pursuit several times... and is still at large."

"Speaking of which, I can't help but ask... The BSAA, as an alliance under the UN dedicated to dealing with bio-chemical attacks around the world, receives hundreds of billions of dollars in special funding every year, has branches all over the world, and has all the personnel, weapons and equipment it needs, so why can't it still capture Albert Wesker?"

"To the higher-ups of the BSAA, I want to ask you, what exactly are you doing? Where is the money of taxpayers from all over the world being spent?"

"In my view, the reason Albert Wesker was able to commit so many atrocities on African soil is entirely due to your indirect acquiescence over the years..."

Otherwise, why would even I, a mere editor-in-chief of a newspaper, be able to get information about him, while you professionals have remained completely in the dark?

"Or perhaps you genuinely don't know, or you're harboring the idea of ​​nurturing a bandit to maintain your own importance, deliberately allowing the threat to continue in order to preserve your own status rather than making an arrest..."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that John Jameson's words just now were very pointed.

It's practically like firing a shot directly at the faces of the top brass of the BSAA organization.

Given the current size and influence of the Daily Bugle, it is foreseeable that if the leaders of the BSAA cannot produce any convincing evidence, they will instantly become the target of public condemnation.

If not handled properly, even the UN General Assembly could be dragged into it and subjected to criticism.

(End of this chapter)