Flying in the sky, Su Ming didn't look back, because of the invisible barrier's existence, he couldn't see how baffled the Wakandans looked now.
However, 'Wakanda Buddha Loves Me' is definitely an external phrase, not sure who taught them that.
Wakanda has its own language, and there's no reason for them to speak English.
So now Su Ming just gives them this little phrase in advance, as compensation for taking so much heart-shaped grass and vibranium last time.
Transaction complete, karma resolved.
Ah, this feels very comfortable now.
Speaking of which, since returning to Marvel, I haven't had time to eat, first had a cup of tea at Kama Taiji, then drank a bowl of green juice in Wakanda.
Although not eating is no big deal with X Metal to rely on, he still prefers having something in his stomach, it makes one feel secure.
Speaking of time, the Imperial Capital should be having lunch just about now?
Then I'll go find Old Zheng and freeload a meal, it's winter, and it's perfect for hot pot with lamb.
Familiar with the way to find Zheng Xian, the people in the unit are used to seeing Su Ming showing up.
Over the years, everyone in the Divine Spear Bureau has become familiar with this blond, blue-eyed foreigner who speaks perfect Imperial Capital dialect.
Although it's rare for the Director to trust a foreigner so, talking to Mr. Wilson feels like communicating with a fellow countryman.
Whether it's local customs or regional dialects; whether it's food, clothing, housing, or transportation, or the Hundred Schools of Thought.
This foreigner knows more than they do and grasps it better. If it weren't for the prohibition against promoting superstition, they would think he was one of them in a past life.
The office building on the ground floor is no longer in use, Zheng Xian moved into the 'Celestial Ring' offices after returning from the Holy Shield Brotherhood, probably because he gained confidence.
These past two years, Su Ming often comes to chat with him, though the Divine Spear Bureau advocates keeping a low profile and staying out of external affairs, it doesn't affect their personal friendship.
One is the Director of the Divine Spear Bureau, the other the Supreme Mage, setting aside these identities, they are but ordinary people.
He knocked on the door, pushed it open to enter the office; this Celestial Ring fortress is floating thousands of meters high, and the lighting is much better than before.
However, the office was filled with smoke, as if it was on fire.
"Wow, Brother Zheng, you should turn on the exhaust fan, are you smoking meat for the New Year?" Su Ming left the door open and adjusted the exhaust switch by the door to maximum for Zheng Xian.
A slight whirring could be heard from the metal ceiling as the smoke in the room was sucked out like a tornado.
It seems the logistics staff of the Divine Spear Bureau were well prepared, they deeply understand what their Director is like.
After the smoke cleared, Su Ming saw Zheng Xian with two red eyes, sitting in the chair, holding a white porcelain cup, which Su Ming gave him last time, made of French bone china.
"I've never heard of smoking meat with tobacco." Zheng Xian sighed helplessly, putting the cup back on the table, "Here to freeload a meal again today? Can't you hire a chef for your family?"
"Where would you find a chef who can cook all eight major cuisines? Forget it, I'll just come whenever I feel like eating, it's no trouble." Su Ming smiled while sitting on the office sofa, looking at the ashtray on the desk, "Looks like you've been up all night again?"
"Several nights in a row, still the mutant issues, their population is increasing rapidly in the country, we've been in meetings discussing our next approach."
Zheng Xian stood up, stretched his lower back, making cracking sounds with his bones.
While talking, he bent down, picked up a metal thermos with big red flowers next to his desk, and poured tea for Su Ming.
Su Ming patted his beard, took out a box of cigars he nabbed from DC as a gift, saying, "Not sure if you'd like to hear a brother's humble opinion? Even if it might be presumptuous...."
"That's just perfect, honestly, you mages might have a more comprehensive perspective." Zheng Xian smiled, passing the teacup, taking the cigar box, opened it, took one out, and smelled it without hesitation.
Su Ming pursed his lips, Old Zheng is overdoing it, how to respond to that? Who's ever seen a mage carrying a door plate greatsword?
He cleared his throat and steered the conversation back, "I suggest the Divine Spear Bureau incorporate some reliable mutants and use them to manage mutants, it's the safest approach."
"Using 'foreigners' to manage 'foreigners' is historical." Zheng Xian nodded, this approach was similar to his, only his issue wasn't this step: "But the problem is, we're lacking candidates who are reliable and capable."
Zheng Xian wanted to use such a policy but had no suitable candidates in the Divine Spear Bureau.
However, Su Ming burst into laughter, pulling out a feather fan from his belt, obtained who knows when, and waved it in his hand, "What's so hard about that? Brother, you can't see the forest for the trees."
"Oh? I would appreciate your enlightenment?"
Zheng Xian quickly sat down on the sofa next to Su Ming.
"Let mutants lead mutants. On one hand, it creates a sense of identity, on the other hand, power can suppress many problems. You can't find reliable, powerful mutants, so the issue is stuck here."
Su Ming lightly shook the feather fan, smiling as he looked out at the clouds, like a vast white sea.
Zheng Xian leaned in, "Right."
"Brother Zheng, look at the clouds outside, don't they look like fatty lamb rolls?" Su Ming's eyes still gazed out the window, hinting.
Zheng Xian laughed, shaking his head, he knew he was being extorted, "I knew you'd come after the light snow, waiting for me here, huh? Well, tell me your plan, if it works, we'll head straight to Dong'an Market after work, have hand-sliced lamb at Donglaishun, if not, I can't spare time today."
Su Ming retracted his gaze, smiled confidently, lightly tapping Zheng Xian's hand with the feather fan:
"Just find someone to play the part, isn't that it?"
"Hiss...."
Zheng Xian instantly realized, it's right, if there's no suitable mutant, then find someone to play one!
This era's gene technology isn't widespread, and the means for ordinary people to recognize mutants is seeing if they have a superpower.
What X Gene, what genetic material, where are people supposed to test these?
Mutant social status is low because sometimes their appearance is not at all like humans, and many common folks regard them as demons.
In the past, only mutants disguised themselves as ordinary people, and now Deathstroke suddenly proposed ordinary people disguise as mutants, truly a stroke of genius.
Does flying count as a superpower? Is being impervious to bullets and blades also magical? Divine Spear has people like that.
Su Ming stood up with a smile, just a small trick, he was definitely having that lamb hotpot for lunch.
Just to nourish a bit, although I've never heard of lamb nourishing the soul... but nourishment is nourishment anywhere.
"If there are no reliable mutants, then for martial artists who can walk on walls, Divine Spear Bureau isn't short of those, right? Choose one, say the ability is anti-gravity. Then send a few assistants, some with abilities like smashing stones with their chest or swallowing long swords, let them engage with mutants across regions, with you assisting behind the scenes, slowly snowball to gather people and that settles it."
Zheng Xian also stood up, patting Su Ming's shoulder, "Good brother, you really helped me a lot, let's go, let's hit the restaurant."
Su Ming and Zheng Xian, arms over each other's shoulders, left the Celestial Ring Headquarters laughing, unaware that far in the South Atlantic, a cruise ship bizarrely disappeared.
In the pitch-black waters, under the dim starlight, a massive ship vanished like it evaporated.
And the man and woman who boarded the ship consecutively also disappeared.