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After sensing the approaching danger, he made a decisive decision and issued retreat orders to the female guards scattered in all directions.

From this point, we can see T’Challa’s ‘judgmental’ side.

And the following strategy showed his "quick wit" and "many tactics".

I have to say that T'Challa is indeed an outstanding young man. As the prince of Wakanda, he is quite competent.

However, just because a person is outstanding does not mean that the strategy he thinks of will definitely succeed.

Even the Zhuge Kongming depicted in the novel cannot succeed in every plan. What's more, what about T'Challa who has not yet inherited the throne of king and is not experienced enough?

"Wait~."

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Namor, who was rushing at the front, suddenly stopped his pursuit. Not only that, he also stretched out his right arm to stop his men who wanted to move forward.

"Kukulkan?"

"Something's wrong." Namor responded while looking up.

It was still several hundred meters away from the water. Because it was noon and the water was clear enough, you could already vaguely see the silhouette of the boat floating on the water at this depth.

Why did Namor sense something was wrong? This is the reason - they didn't flee hastily like the few small submarines they saw before, and they didn't even react at all. The 'big' ship floating on the water has been parked in that position without moving.

"They are ready and waiting for us to pass by." After understanding what was going on, Namor waved his hand gently and ordered to the sea people following him: "You are all here. "Stay, don't follow me."

"Kukulkan!" Hearing the meaning of Namor's words, the tall guard quickly stopped in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm just going to investigate."

"Let me go, Kukulkan." Another guard also came over and applied proactively.

"No." Looking at the one on the left and then the other on the right, Namor shook his head gently: "I have already made some guesses about where they came from. Now, I need to identify it with my own eyes. ”

"But……"

"This is my decision, do you want to resist me?" Namor's eyes widened and he deliberately asked with a straight face.

"Uh, no. Kukulkan, I'm just worried..."

"Don't worry." Interrupting his men's persuasion again, Namor smiled confidently: "Even if there is an ambush, it cannot threaten me. I am the leader, you must believe in my ability, and Follow my orders without hesitation.”

"...Yes, Kukulkan." Seeing Namor say this, the two guards could only bow honestly and step away from Namor.

"Again, stay here and don't come over."

Turning around to reiterate to the sea clansmen, Namor gathered his strength for a moment and quickly swam towards the sea.

Although it seems a bit reckless, Namor is actually very shrewd.

You can see it from the route he chooses. He did not rush straight towards the shadow of the boat, but made a long arc under the water and rushed out of the sea several hundred meters away from the shadow of the boat.

The two pairs of small wings on his ankles flapped rapidly, holding Namor suspended in mid-air. Looking at the 'fishing boat' a few hundred meters away, Namor raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold look in his eyes.

Yes, Namor has already made a judgment in his heart and seen through the Wakanda people's disguise.

As for how he saw it...

This is an ocean-going fishing boat with a length of about 80 meters. According to common sense, every time a fishing boat of this size goes out to sea, it will last for several months, maybe even more than half a year.

There is a saying that goes, "After three years in the army, a sow competes with a Diao Chan." The words are a bit rough, but the truth inside is very real.

In order to maintain unity among the crew and avoid any trouble, women are generally not included on fishing boats where each voyage lasts for several months.

What's more, offshore fishing is very hard work.

In order to chase the fishing season, one needs to move to different fishing grounds. The distance of each move is thousands of miles at least. Just the boredom of traveling is something that most people cannot bear. When arriving at the fishing ground to start a new round of fishing, there is a lot of physical work to be done, which is even more strenuous than moving bricks and cement on the construction site.

Therefore, from the perspective of physical strength, offshore fishing is not suitable for women.

But on this ocean-going fishing boat a few hundred meters away from Namor, a female figure appeared... No, it should be said that only a female figure was seen. There were no male crew members who should have appeared on the boat. See.

Such an abnormal picture is enough to explain the problem. It is no wonder that Namor can see through it at a glance.

"Hmph~." He snorted coldly, and the two pairs of small wings on Namor's ankles vibrated faster, carrying him to fly quickly to the fishing boat a few hundred meters away.

The posture of charging straight up without dodge is not ordinary eye-catching.

Even ordinary people who are not so keen will find it difficult not to notice him. Moreover, the few who are pretending to be fishermen and guarding the deck are all guards from the Wakandan Royal Guard. Each of them is a well-trained master. .

"Enemy attack~!" The female guard noticed Namor who was approaching quickly. She shouted loudly, opened her robe, took off the short stick from her waist, and instantly unfolded it into a pole. A spear made of vibranium.

"Hey, hey, hey~." Reminded by the warning from their companions, several other female guards also showed their weapons and got ready for battle.

Because he was not on the deck, Namor's figure was not caught immediately. The person in charge of sounding the alarm in the cabin was a little slower.

Fortunately, it was only a moment behind.

When Namor was about to reach the fishing boat, several openings were opened on the deck, and several automatic defense turrets were instantly raised.

Without the slightest pause, a light blue light emitted from the turret, shooting out a lot of blue light points like raindrops, showering them towards Namor who continued to approach.

"Heh~."

With a chuckle, Namor descended very flexibly, lowering his figure to a height of only a dozen centimeters above the water.

The distance was less than a hundred meters. In this position, Namor had already hid in a blind spot that could not be covered by the turret's firepower. The turrets on the deck that were still spitting out bullets were no longer a threat to him.

It's too late, it's fast.

With a whoosh, Namor had already attached himself to the side of the fishing boat and set up his vibranium spear.

Like chopsticks poking tofu, the spear tip penetrated the hull without any hindrance.

Combining the driving force with the inertial acceleration during flight, Namor waved his hands lightly, instantly creating a crack that was tens of meters long on the side of the ship's hull.