"It seems that everyone present here disagrees with your point of view."
Leighton Morgan smiled and looked around.
"This is a dangerous proposal that will force superheroes to turn against each other, who will hate this bill and even the people who proposed it, which will cause divisions in our society."
"Moreover, if we want to make superheroes disappear, the best way is to make up for our own shortcomings. When this society becomes more perfect, evil will disappear and superheroes will return to peace. However, we still need them now."
Black Panther T'Challa stroked his ring and spoke slowly, his eyes filled with worry.
He actually didn't want to argue with these politicians, but because of his other identity, he naturally empathized with superheroes, and his starting point was indeed different from that of these people, so he wanted to do something while he could to stop this dangerous bill.
As the king and spiritual leader of Wakanda, Black Panther was born with a gift as an orator. With just a few words, he aroused responses from most people in the reception room.
Many diplomats from small countries who had previously been intimidated by Leighton Morgan's power began to think about what the Black Panther said from their own perspective.
Undoubtedly, this made Leighton Morgan look very ugly.
"This bill is urgent and should be passed. It must be passed!" Leighton Morgan knew that there was no need to debate any further, so he threw out this sentence in a threatening tone to strengthen the position of those fence-sitters.
Then, he left the reception room without looking back and went to the meeting hall.
Soon, the break was over and the representatives returned to their seats one after another and started the next agenda item.
"Proposal No. 338, issued by the Nigerian representative, is a bill to restrict the rights of superheroes. The bill states that all unofficial criminal fighters active in the media must register in their country, publish their real names and addresses, and accept social supervision and restrain their own behavior. After the bill is issued, unregistered persons are not allowed to enforce the law and combat criminal activities privately. Violators will be dealt with by specialized agencies."
The proposal was projected onto a large screen in the six official languages of the United Nations, and then translated into various languages in real time into the delegates' headphones.
Soon, the sound of mechanical voting buttons could be heard in the hall.
According to the rules, a bill must be agreed upon by two-thirds of the participating countries before it can proceed to the next stage.
Leighton Morgan closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the voting buttons being pressed without hesitation. He was very satisfied. It seemed that many people were very firm in their stance and did not hesitate, so two-thirds should not be a problem.
But soon a cry of surprise from the Nigerian representative next to him made him feel something was wrong.
He slowly opened his eyes and found that the voting results on the big screen had come out: 150 in favor, 37 abstentions, and 6 against.
This... is not two-thirds.
"That hey ghost!" For a moment, Leighton Morgan was so angry that he almost cursed out loud. Then he turned around and looked at the representatives from various countries attending the meeting, trying to see who had betrayed him.
However, this did not achieve anything, so he simply stood up and left angrily.
"Dalton, I want you to come to me right now. I have a big task for you to do!"
After walking out of the venue, Leighton Morgan immediately dialed his cell phone. He was in a desperate situation.
"My dear Congressman, the bill didn't pass?" Dalton heard the tone of Leighton Morgan and guessed that something had gone wrong.
"There's a short-lived guy who ruined this good show, and I need to make him disappear now." Leighton Morgan was forced to resort to instinctive means.
"Who is it? I need some information. Do you want him to disappear covertly or openly?"
"It's better to look like an accident." Leighton Morgan said lightly and hung up the phone.
Then, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although assassination is a low-level method and brings great diplomatic risks, it is actually the most cost-effective method for the United States.
When an enemy disappears physically, the trouble he brings also disappears.
Even if people think this is a conspiracy, so what? They dare not speak out, and can only swallow their anger. After all, not every country has dozens of nuclear-powered aircraft carriers floating in the ocean.
However, he obviously didn't know who he was messing with.
…
The meeting process at the United Nations headquarters ended quickly, and representatives from various countries returned to their accommodation to prepare for closed-door discussions.
T'Challa had none of that.
As the king of Wakanda, his every word and action represents absolute authority. Moreover, he always believes that what he does represents justice and rationality and does not require much argumentation.
So he got on his motorcycle and started riding the streets of New York City, doing his favorite joyride.
But soon, he felt something was wrong.
There was always a truck following him from behind on his right, and no matter how he turned, it kept following him, as if it had some plan.
"snort… "
As the Black Panther, he obviously would not take this trick seriously, so he slowly pressed a button on his cuff, then turned the car sharply and did a tailspin.
Soon, his motorcycle began to turn, and as the speed increased and the direction turned sharply, the wheel hub began to gradually lean towards the ground, eventually rubbing against the ground at an extreme angle, emitting intense sparks.
At this time, he was moving almost close to the ground, and as a result, the large truck behind him rushed over due to inertia, and it looked like the motorcycle was crushed under the car.
In the truck, Dalton smiled. He didn't expect things would be so easy. A king was riding a motorcycle alone on the streets of New York.
But soon he felt something was wrong.
Because when he looked in the rearview mirror to confirm the result, he didn't find any traces.
Where have the people gone
Dalton didn't understand, but as a top killer, he had excellent psychological qualities.
He began to brake slowly to slow down, then looked around vigilantly, looking for the direction of the man.
But what he didn't expect was that just as he turned his head, a black figure fell from the sky and landed on the glass of his cab with a thud.
He was a fully armed guy who looked like a black leopard and was extremely agile.
Apparently, he noticed all his moves.
"Superhero..."
Dalton laughed at himself, then immediately changed his mind.
The best way to deal with this kind of superhero is moral hostage-taking.
He was ready to crash his vehicle into a traffic jam; only in this way could he take advantage of the situation.