Marvel: The Ultimate Superman

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The bartender froze.

So did everyone else in the bar.

They'd all worked under Klaue at some point. And if you worked for Klaue, you knew better than to joke about Wakanda. Some things you just didn't say.

And yet here was this blood-streaked stranger, calmly claiming he could help Klaue attack Wakanda?

Ridiculous.

A towering brute scoffed and stood, muscles bulging under his vest. He looked like he could go through a wall.

"You? You think you can help Klaue?"

He walked toward Nolan, hand raised to slap him across the face.

"Wherever you got your info, kid, you need to understand running your mouth gets people killed out here."

But before his hand could land, Nolan caught his wrist.