Beep, beep, beep—
A soft alert suddenly sounded. At the same time, the sand-table model in the center of the lab shifted, and a sedan slowly materialized. Naturally, it was still a holographic projection—used to remotely control the real vehicle in the Korean peninsula.
The sand table simultaneously simulated a stretch of road, along with the surrounding buildings on both sides.
"Yes~! Let me try!"
Shuri immediately jumped into the driver's seat. She started the engine and floored the accelerator—
Bang!
The car slammed straight into a roadside trash can.
On T'Challa's end, the remotely controlled vehicle began ramming trash cans like it had lost its mind. T'Challa stared at the scene, utterly speechless.
"Please—can we switch drivers? Shuri, get out of the car!"
He didn't even need to look to know who was driving. Shuri drove often, but she had a legendary record: every car she touched got wrecked.
"I'll take over. You're a certified vehicle killer."
Tony walked over, grabbed Shuri, and dragged her out of the driver's seat. Lucas didn't move at all—his driving skills were about on par with Shuri's. Among everyone present, Tony was easily the best driver. After all, he could handle an F1 car.
Shuri looked unconvinced. She genuinely believed her driving skills were excellent.
Tony sat down in the cockpit. Even though it was only a simulation, it was identical to a real vehicle, so he had no concerns.
Following T'Challa's position, Tony turned on the headlights. At the same moment, the suit T'Challa was wearing burst into flames, revealing the Black Panther armor beneath. As the helmet sealed around his face, T'Challa leapt high into the air—and Tony's car slid perfectly underneath him, catching him mid-jump.
"This way of driving is actually pretty fun."
Tony grinned excitedly and slammed the accelerator. The car shot forward like an arrow.
T'Challa's feet magnetically adhered to the roof as he lowered his body to reduce air resistance.
At this point, Okoye and Nakia had already caught up to Ulysses Klaue. Both sides were racing through a busy urban street in a fierce chase.
"Split up!"
With a single order from Klaue, the convoy divided at an intersection, veering left and right.
Unable to tell which vehicle Klaue was in, Okoye and Nakia could only choose one side to pursue.
"I'll take the right!"
Nakia yanked the steering wheel and sped off to the right.
"Fine—then I'll take the left!"
Tony immediately followed suit, turning left.
Tony chose to cut through narrow alleys, weaving through them at high speed. His driving skills were undeniable—after only a few turns, he had already caught up to the convoy.
The lead vehicle noticed T'Challa closing in and abruptly turned at a crossroads. Nearby cars swerved to avoid it, instantly clogging the intersection and blocking T'Challa's path.
"Should we force our way through?"
Tony didn't slow down at all. He was fully prepared to ram straight through.
"Keep going. I'll handle the rest."
T'Challa's voice came through. He leapt off the roof, grabbed the car door with one hand, and plunged the other into the asphalt. The immense friction forced the car to tilt up, pulling off an utterly impossible turn—sparks and streaks of fire trailing behind him.
Once the turn was complete, T'Challa sprang back onto the roof.
"Oh—hell yeah! This is insane! I'm signing up for another race when we get back—WRC this time! Woohoo!"
Tony was riding high on adrenaline. Even though he wasn't physically present, the sand-table simulation was flawless. Every breathtaking maneuver had been perfectly recreated.
Tony floored it again, rapidly closing the distance—when suddenly, the car ahead pulled out a submachine gun and opened fire on T'Challa.
Wearing the Black Panther armor, T'Challa was completely unfazed. Bullets bounced harmlessly off him. He leapt forward, tore open the rear door of the vehicle, and jumped inside.
Unfortunately, Ulysses Klaue wasn't there.
Without hesitation, T'Challa grabbed the driver, hurled him backward, then leapt back onto Tony's car.
"Not him?" Tony asked.
"No."
Tony immediately stepped on the gas and continued the pursuit.
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Meanwhile, Nakia's group had also caught up to their target vehicle. Gunfire erupted once again—but unlike T'Challa's situation, Nakia and Okoye sat calmly in their car, not even blinking.
Not a single bullet could harm their vehicle. It didn't even leave a scratch.
"Still using guns? How primitive."
Okoye scoffed from the passenger seat. To Wakandans, firearms were practically irrelevant—their clothing alone was woven with vibranium and fully bulletproof.
"Are you idiots blind?! That car is made of vibranium!"
Inside the lead vehicle, Ulysses Klaue cursed furiously.
Clearly, Nakia and Okoye had chosen the right convoy.
Okoye calmly rolled down the window.
"What are you doing?" Nakia asked.
"Keep the car steady."
Okoye vaulted out through the window and landed on the roof, her boots locking firmly into place.
Reaching behind her waist, she pulled out a metal rod about a foot long. With a flick of her wrist, it extended instantly into a two-meter-long vibranium spear.
Standing atop the speeding car, Okoye narrowed her eyes, found her timing—
—and hurled the spear.
The weapon pierced straight through the vehicle ahead and embedded itself into the ground in front of it. With no time to evade, the car crashed head-on. The violent inertia flipped it instantly.
Okoye raised her hand. The bracelet on her wrist flashed, and the vibranium spear flew back to her like a homing bird.
Nakia accelerated, continuing the chase toward Klaue's car at the very front.
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On T'Challa's side, he and Tony chased their target onto a sea-crossing bridge. Bullets poured down like rain, riddling the air around T'Challa and the car beneath him.
But no one was actually driving the vehicle—so even if the cockpit was shredded, it didn't matter.
"T'Challa, don't forget—your suit can store kinetic energy."
Tony reminded him. All that absorbed momentum shouldn't go to waste—it was meant to be returned.
"Tony, get ahead of them."
T'Challa lowered his body further as bullets continued to slam into him.
"Got it."
Tony surged forward, overtaking the target vehicle.
A large truck briefly blocked everyone's view. When it passed, Tony's car was already ahead—but T'Challa was gone from the roof.
"Where did he go?!"
Someone inside the enemy car shouted, frantically scanning their surroundings.
Bang!
A black figure dropped from above and slammed onto the hood.
It was T'Challa.
The Black Panther armor shimmered with flowing purple energy, making him look even more enigmatic and imposing.
The stored kinetic energy had reached its limit.
T'Challa slammed his foot down.
A purple shockwave erupted outward from his body. The vehicle beneath him crumpled like a rippling sheet, then lifted cleanly off the ground—spinning once in midair before crashing down headfirst onto the road.
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