[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Wakanda's long-sealed super-large conference room was opened.

The last time I used this conference room was to gather the elders of various tribes, the current patriarch and the next candidate young patriarchs. Everyone seriously discussed whether Wakanda should start a world war with several countries outside. It is time for the election to come forward at this time, hang up all those "big powers" and tell them to stop making trouble (of course this proposal was not passed).

After many years, the topic of discussion in this conference room has become how to deal with aliens and earth residents from an unknown universe.

"If you think about it this way, Wakanda is at the forefront of the times!" T'Challa can only comfort himself with this thought, try to cheer up, and don't despair because of the picture in front of him.

The long table in the meeting room is like a watershed, dividing the entire space into two sides, one side belongs to the Wakanda people, and the other side belongs to the aliens, the aliens from the outer universe... Whatever you call it, they are not locals anyway.On the Wakanda half, a seat was inexplicably vacated between Njadaka and the others, and no one was seated.The composition of the seats on the other side is like this - even without the armor, a man who still looks gloomy occupies a seat, sitting upright like a statue, with two empty seats next to him, sitting and carrying a big axe The woman, she and her ax occupy three chairs in total: one under her buttocks, one at her feet, and one for the axe.The big blue guy didn't occupy the chair, he was sitting directly on the floor next to him, playing with some guy who called himself Peter Quill... the two of them were engrossed - as if this shit had nothing to do with them!

T'Challa took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to make eye contact with the elders. Unexpectedly, the first person who jumped into his sight was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The expression on the table looking for the opponent, where was the fierce berserker just now who wanted to tear T'Challa into pieces?

Looking back, I will kick that CIA Ross agent out of Wakanda on the grounds of fabricating false news.It is nonsense to say that Njadaka is an MIT graduate, he is clearly from the American Academy of Drama!

Letting the villain in him roar wildly, T'Challa shifted his eyes to the other people except Njadaka, well, except for a little trance after being frightened, everyone behaved quite normally.In comparison, Batman is probably the only one outsiders who can have a good conversation here.Although that guy had a gloomy face and seemed to be a tough guy who didn't like to talk, but as long as he could talk rationally, T'Challa decided to ignore those rude parts.

Just as he was about to start a conversation, T'Challa realized that it wasn't that there were two vacant seats beside Batman, but that the user in one of the positions did not appear above the table due to height restrictions, so he didn't notice it at all at first!

"Squeak!" The black bat called out to Batman frequently.

"No." Batman refused coldly, "You can't eat any more, you don't want to be an overweight bat, do you?"

"Squeak!" The black bat continued to call.

"No." Batman didn't even look at the small animals next to him, and stared at the air in front of him with a straight face, "I don't have anything to eat, so if you want to eat, go to Jason."

T'Challa felt stupid, really.How could he think that among those fellows from other universes, someone would truly understand his difficult situation at this moment?

It was Su Rui who attracted everyone's attention in one breath.

"Are you really from another universe? Mind if I take some samples?" Su Rui said while raising the Kimoyu beads on her wrist, "The process is very fast, and it is guaranteed to be completely painless! Just for For scientific research purposes!"

All the princess did was roll the beads a few times over each of the hands, and it wasn't long before the beads on the wrists projected a stream of analytical data, causing her to squint and study the dancing words and images.

"I said they should be packaged and sent to the Avengers!" Eric proposed with a face full of righteousness for the country and the people, "This is their specialty, right? Don't they have an alien god teammate called What... Thor is coming, tell him to use that Asgard magic to turn them back."

"That's not magic, it's science. They have mastered the technology of using dark energy to travel, allowing them to come and go freely in the Nine Realms." Everyone followed the voice, and the person who was explaining was looking at the man with his hands in distress. "But even with Asgard's Rainbow Bridge, it shouldn't be easy to cross the universe, at least that's the answer Peter got when he asked Yondu."

The speaker slowly restarted another round of rope, while giving the Wakanda crowd a mischievous smile: "By the way, my name is Jason. Peter Jason Quill's Jason .”

***

T'Challa raised his hand to his forehead, closed his eyes as if he was thinking hard: "You said you are from another universe?"

"Hmm." Jason held up the flower rope to Bizarro.

"But you know about Asgard, and their science, magic...whatever it is." T'Challa touched the handle of the chair with the other hand, confirming that it was supporting his weight firmly, He really, really needs this chair.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. The Asgard Rainbow Bridge is a famous landmark of a country just like the Burj Khalifa or the Empire State Building." Jason pinched the intertwined part of the rope around the side, and successfully let it back into his hand The flower ropes on the top maintain the shape of interlacing each other.

"But how is it possible!" T'Challa felt that the people in ancient times heard that the earth was round for the first time, and their mood probably reflected his reflection at this time.

Under the attention of T'Challa and Wakanda, Jason scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Hey... I have actually been here twice, but not on the earth, but on... .”

"Above, you mean the universe?" Su Rui's eyes shone with the brilliance of a mad scientist, "The kind of spaceship with spaceships and molecular teleportation?"

"If you're imagining a teleporter like the one in the Enterprise, sorry no. But tractor beams and stuff are pretty common." Jason was a little nervous when he first discovered that Yondu's spaceship didn't have cool teleportation technology. Lost for a moment, "To be honest, the aliens have no interest in the earth at all. The overall impression of the earth is that it is a poor and backward place where no one goes."

"You said you've been here twice." The captain of the guard, Okoye, stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "Then how did you go back the first few times?"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Jason to provide an answer, so they could kick this brood of freaks back to their hometown in one go.The problem is that Jason himself doesn't know how he went back the first time, and he can't find a scientific explanation other than metaphysics. The second time is because his father has the support of the entire Justice League.

This time, both he and Bruce were blown up by the bow of the gods for no reason. It seems that the only answer lies in Artemis and her bow of the gods.

"I asked God Ra to show Jason where. And he used this bow to perform miracles." This was the only answer Artemis provided.

Once again metaphysics smacked science in the cheek and won.

"You can start from the beginning." Bruce joined the conversation at this point, "start with why that bow came back to you."

"Huh." Artemis narrowed his eyes at Bruce, his dissatisfaction was evident, "Don't judge me, Batman, I'm not a member of your alliance."

Dissatisfied, Artemis still began to describe what happened after Jason and Bruce's plane was "shot down"——

As Bruce learned from Diana, the Amazons in Bana do not easily contact the outside world under the protection of Ra, and the sandstorm protects Bana Meadow. found their way through sandstorms, and claimed that the Amazons had encroached on their land.At that time, Shimata - God's Chosen Warrior - was Artemis' good sister Akira. She used the Bow of Ra to repel Kerak's army, and at the same time burned their homes and was swallowed by the Bow. Losing her mind, Artemis had to work with Wonder Woman Diana to stop her.

The story takes a wonderful turn here. Kerak's warlord was looking for the legendary bow. When he found the bow but found that he couldn't use it, he moved his mind to the dead—he and his men When Akira's coffin was opened, what was found was not a dead warrior, but a Nemesis revived by the power of the divine bow.

"The destruction of the town that attracted us to Kerak at the beginning was indeed caused by the power of the God's Bow, but it was not Kerak's warlord who caused all this, but... Akira." Artemis lowered his head slightly , Even if she stated the facts, she still couldn't get rid of the dull pain in her chest, "She thought that what she did was to reproduce the glory of Barna Meadow, killing all of Korek's people, so that the clansmen would never need to hide in the After the sandstorm."

Many people present changed their faces, even though Artemis did not intend to insinuate anyone or anything.

"I believe that war is the ultimate solution to disputes." Artemis casually stroked the handle of the axe. "It is a noble behavior to fight with all your strength for the goal. But what Akira intends to do is to The massacre of the entire race, I can't let her continue to make mistakes... Bizarro and I, we can't let her burn the refugees of Kerak to death. Unite is strong, divide is weak, we should coexist with the outside world instead of using divine power to ravage this world."

"The nest protects a lot of people!" Bizarro puffed out his chest proudly, "The man Hong said to protect the little ones!"

"Very good, Bizarro! You did a great job!" Jason gave Bizarro a thumbs up with an old father's smile, without noticing Bruce's complicated expression.

"Afterwards we found the place where the two of you should have crashed. There was nothing there except a damaged plane. There was no trace of escape or death." Artemis raised her hand and pointed into the air With a false grip, he grabbed the bow that didn't exist a few seconds ago, "But the Bow of Pulling God responded to that location, and you all know what happened after that."

That bow didn't look like a divine weapon at all, but more like an ordinary and harmless antique. If it hadn't appeared out of thin air in front of everyone, no one would think that this ancient longbow would have the power to destroy a town.

"Then why don't you use this bow again to bring people back?" The Queen Mother frowned, completely unable to hide her attitude of avoiding the group of people in front of her, "ask your god to show his god again trace?"

"Well, ma'am." Artemis made a gesture of bending his bow and setting his arrow in the void, but nothing happened. "Obviously, God Ra doesn't plan to perform miracles again in a short time."

A situation that had only just begun to show promise returned to its initial stalemate.

"Maybe... I mean maybe, if you are willing to let me have a look at that bow, we can find a solution." Princess Su Rui implicitly asked, "Do some small inspections and the like."

"Don't even think about it." Artemis waved his hand, and the divine bow disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. "I have explained enough."

The meeting ended hastily without any more useful information. When Princess Su Rui left, she was still muttering about various energy conversion formulas and hypotheses. Bruce seemed deeply lost in thought. Even J-bat had already Climbing wildly on his head won't bring him back to reality from his own thoughts.

T'Challa managed to pull himself together and told a few "guests" how to arrange them. His brains were no longer enough.Aliens, another universe...how did a showdown for the throne turn out like this?

There is also the story of that woman - united to be strong, divided to be weak.

Is it time for Wakanda to go outside?

***

When Eric avoided the surveillance of the guards and came alone to the garden of heart-shaped grass in the palace, he did not expect to meet T'Challa who was alone here.

"So you're pretty cool, you dare to run around alone without the power of a panther, huh?" Eric sarcastically mercilessly.

T'Challa was silent for a moment, and asked in a tired tone: "Tell me, Njadaka, if you become king, what would you like to do?"

"What do you need to ask?" Eric sneered, "There are the most advanced weapons here, but there are oppressed people everywhere outside—our people! We have been living at the bottom of society since our ancestors , what do you think I am going to do?"

"But it violates Wakanda's traditions, it's treason..." T'Challa was interrupted by Eric's roar before he could finish speaking.

"This is selfishness! It's cowardice! As early as when the colonists set foot on this continent, Wakanda could stop them, but you turned a blind eye to it, and our people are still suffering from this inequality until today. How many countries on this continent are in civil strife, and who are the arms dealers who are reaping the benefits of the fisherman behind these turmoil, eh? Tell me, cousin!"

"But Wakanda is just 'one' country, and we cannot intervene in the affairs of the whole world." T'Challa tried to explain his difficulties, "I am not the king of this world."

"Then I don't think you need to ask me these questions from the beginning. You already know the answer." Eric smiled provocatively, "Now, are you going to arrest me? My king, or are you going to kill me directly?" fucked me like your daddy did to my daddy?"

T'Challa did not continue to respond to Eric's provocation. The latter waited for a moment, showing a look of contempt or disgust, and turned away from the heart-shaped grass garden.

Jason in mid-air was sitting on Bizarro's shoulder, watching the show with binoculars with great interest.

"Fortunately, our family is quite harmonious, and there is no such drama of brotherhood in the previous generation." Jason recalled with emotion that Lincoln March, who claimed to be his uncle, deeply felt that the cult of the Owl Conference was very scary, "There is not a bunch of Sons kill each other to become president."

A Tim Drake a few months from now would be on his knees begging his idol to take that sentence back.

Is there a little devil who buries a lethal trap at the door of the room every day?