Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Meanwhile, as Daredevil searches for the notorious black market dealer Klaue, another group arrives in New York and holds their own meeting at a hotel.

Wakanda's King T'Chaka stares at the information of arms dealer Klaue. Surrounding him are his two children, Prince T'Challa and Princess Shuri, as well as the captain of the Dora Milaje Okoye and her lieutenant Ayo.

They wear suits and dresses, and instead of traditional Wakandan clothing, each person wears a specific garment that reflects both the tribe they come from and their position in Wakandan society.

"This man has been evading Wakanda's hand for too long. It's been twenty years, ever since he invaded our homeland and stole from us," T'Chaka said.

Prince T'Challa promised, "We will find him, Abba. Klaue will not escape us this time."

Shuri entered a command on the holographic computer and displayed a digitized document. "After Klaue came to New York, he has been meeting with different people in the past few days. He should be looking for a buyer of vibranium that he thinks is suitable."

“Different people?” Okoye began. “Who are they?”

“The names are unclear, but these buyers have a lot of their own transactions internationally, especially this group, which is troublesome.”

Shuri displayed a holographic symbol that could only be described as vulture-like wings.

"What are those creatures called?" T'Chaka asked.

“The Chitauri, my king,” Okoye said, her expression deeply troubled.

"Alien technology mixed with our own technology..." T'Challa didn't finish his sentence, but the silent hint of it was enough to convey the weight of the matter.

T'Chaka said solemnly: "We must find Klaue. If he succeeds in his deal with this Chitauri, in addition to the possible impact on our country, it will also greatly affect the rest of the world."

When the king saw his daughter giving him a pleading look, he asked in confusion, "Shuri? What's wrong?"

"Abba," his daughter said in an innocent tone, "since we're in New York, and there might be Chitauri involved, maybe we could...?"

"What did you want to say, Shuri?" T'Chaka asked.

Shuri grinned, "Maybe we could ask the Avengers for help?"

"The Avengers?" Okoye scoffed, clearly annoyed by the idea. "Why in the name of the Panther God should we even consider working with them?"

T'Challa, amused by his sister's request and the commander's response, said, "Let's hear what Shuri has to say."

"As the Americans say, this is their home turf. Not to mention it would be nice to get some help—"

"That's not an excuse for you to meet with Tony Stark and hope to beat him in intelligence, is it?" Ayo asked.

Shuri just crossed his arms and puffed up his cheeks like a pufferfish. He finally admitted, "I'm tired of hearing that he's the smartest person on the planet, because that title belongs to me."

T'Challa rolled his eyes in amusement, "Finally, you told the truth."

Then, he changed the subject and said thoughtfully, "Maybe what Shuri said makes sense."

King T'Chaka asked, "Why do you agree with her?"

The prince took a deep breath and said, "Because of vibranium, Wakanda has been isolated from the outside world for many years, but now is the information age. If we want to capture Klaue, we will definitely need to rely on the power of the Leopard God, which will inevitably attract the attention of the Avengers. So I would like to suggest that we get in touch with the Avengers for some... assistance. We don't know if one or more of them will accidentally discover Klaue's transaction tonight. If there are two of us, plus Klaue and the trading party, wouldn't it be a melee? This will not be good for us to capture Klaue."

"Then I'll think about it." T'Chaka acquiesced, and then reminded: "But for now we will search alone."

Shuri cheered, jumping off the bed to hug her father, "Thank you, Abba."

the next night

"Well, shotguns are simple, easy to load."

Career criminal Turk Barrett is back to doing what he does best.

"Hey man, we want something more precise, not this cheap shit."

"These are the best you idiots can afford, and they're actually customizable," Barrett quipped.

"Very impressive, Barrett. I would be very pleased if you would just apply knowledge like this in a more professional and legal manner."

Hearing this familiar voice, Barrett pulled a shotgun from the box in anger and fear.

But Daredevil squatted down without any hesitation and closed the box, just in time to trap his hand.

Barrett yelled in agony while the gun buyers tried to flee.

Daredevil casually threw his guide stick at the thug who ran the farthest. It hit the back of the man's head and bounced back, accurately knocking the guys who bought guns to the ground.

Daredevil said, "Nice to meet you, Barrett. We need to talk."

"For God's sake, man, why do you have to hurt me every time. Wasn't the kick I gave me last time enough for you?" Barrett complained aggrievedly.

Daredevil said calmly: "This time, you'd better tell me everything you know honestly."

Barrett blinked, surprised by the menacing aura Daredevil exuded, unlike his usual encounters with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. This time, he lived up to the nickname bestowed upon him by the city, and he really didn't seem to be joking now.

"There's an international criminal in this city, and I want to know when and where he's supposed to hold his grand auction. You know everything that's going on in this city, so where is Ulysses Klaue?" Daredevil asked.

Barrett stared at Daredevil silently, "Listen, man, I only heard rumors, but--"

Daredevil's fist smashed through Barrett's car window, shattering the glass completely. "I'm not in the mood for word games. You better tell me where Klaue is partying, or I won't be punching glass next time."

"All right, all right, I'll tell you, man, don't get excited," Bartlett pleaded.

"Good," Daredevil said cheerfully, "Now, give me a location and a date."

"All right, all right," said Bartlett, a little frightened. "They're at the old dock, tomorrow night. That's it, man."

"Okay, can I go home now?" Bartlett pleaded.

"Well, you did well this time." Daredevil took a step back.

Bartley looked up at Daredevil in surprise and asked cautiously, "Can I really leave?"

"You have five seconds before I change my mind."

The gun dealer almost rolled into his car, the tires made a screeching sound, and he disappeared in a flash.

Throughout Daredevil's interrogation of Bartlett, four Wakandans were listening.

"They are also chasing Klaue?!" Ayo said in surprise.

"It seems they want him out of town as much as we do," T'Challa mused.

"What shall I do now, my prince?"

Shuri chuckled playfully, "Maybe we should try talking to them. We're after the same guy after all."

"who are you?"

T'Challa was immediately startled by the sound coming from above. He looked up and saw Daredevil, whom they were monitoring just now.

T'Challa held up his hands, "We mean no harm. My name is T'Challa, and I am the prince of Wakanda. I did not come to this city to cause you trouble."

"Then why are you here?" Daredevil asked suspiciously.

"This has to do with the man you captured. Ulysses Klaue," Black Panther said firmly.

"Do you know him?" Daredevil asked.

The prince nodded.

"Then why did you arrest him?"

"Because he has evaded Wakanda's justice for too long, and his crimes need to end. I have come to this city to capture him."

T'Challa continued, "We have a common goal, and perhaps in order to achieve that, we can work together to better deal with this enemy."

Daredevil stared at the Prince of Wakanda with his eyes that could see nothing, and after a moment, he said, "Okay, can you tell us something about Klaue that we don't know?"