Druids in Marvel

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

Raymond turned off the TV in the room. He smiled and imitated his boss and said an extremely pretentious line to the politicians.

Seeing the strange expressions on those guys' faces, Raymond casually got himself a glass of whiskey...

Raising the whiskey in his hand, shaking it, and then sniffing it, Raymond said with a smile: "This is Hell's Kitchen's 15-yuan whiskey.

When I walked into that restaurant, I never thought I would be used to drinking wine like this.

Just like you will never imagine how you can accept such a Hell's Kitchen...

It's okay, you will get used to it!

And I believe it will be soon..."

The handsome Canadian Foreign Minister frowned and said in a strange tone: "Principal Alvin obviously did not completely solve the problem.

His statement will cause division among mutants...

Some of the mutants among them will take another path.

And what do you want us to get used to?

Do you want us to get used to Hell’s Kitchen and become the ‘Jerusalem’ of mutants around the world?

If this is the case, will mutants be willing to accept supervision?"

Raymond glanced at the Canadian Foreign Minister. He tilted his neck and considered it, and said: "If you follow my idea, you must get used to it...

If you can't get used to it, bring in someone else who is used to it."

Raymond's arrogant statement in the past caused a burst of discussion among the dignitaries gathered in the room.

The people here are elites in the diplomatic community. They will not shout as loudly as the protesters, but every word they say has more weight.

Raymond's statement obviously touched their bottom line...

But they also knew that the poisonous snake in front of them, which could see the light, could indeed do what he just said.

He cannot decide who is a leader, but they can decide who is not...

No one here has a 100% clean butt. With Raymond in Hell’s Kitchen behind him, it’s really easy to make a politician look bad!

Raymond glanced at President Ellis who looked helpless. He smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't really want to do this...

Then Raymond said at the most uncomfortable moment for those big men: "You may have misunderstood me.

I'm talking about following my habits...

My boss is obviously not such a person, otherwise you would have no chance to sit here and negotiate with me.

Those so-called mutants have no chance of bringing the mutant union to the forefront.

Our principal is a restrained and bottom-line person. Even when he makes some gossip, he is so timid that it makes people anxious.

He believes more in the power of the system...

Hell's Kitchen will not become the so-called "holy city". In addition to formalizing its own rights, the Mutant Union will still be placed under the general framework of the law.

So, gentlemen...

Go back quickly and urge your parliament, your Supreme Court...

Let the Mutant Guild help you manage those mutants, and at the same time, let those mutants return to normal life."

As he spoke, Raymond looked at a group of big shots who fell into silence. He stood up, raised his glass, and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, what are you still hesitating about?

'Red Devil' Raymond Ledington is doing good things..."

The French ambassador with a big nose stood up, shook his head and said: "According to incomplete statistics, the number of mutants in the world has exceeded 14 million.

You want us to completely give up managing them and hand them over to the Mutant Guild.

Isn't this a bit too childish?

Of course I trust Principal Alvin, and I think most people trust him.

But what about the future?

What happens after Alvin leaves?

What if the next president of the Mutant Union is a careerist and a lunatic?

What if a behemoth that breaks through political boundaries loses control?

According to the method you mentioned, we don’t even have countermeasures..."

After hearing this, Raymond said a little funny: "Let me correct your outdated data...

Putting aside the data provided by China, the number of mutants in the world should have exceeded 15 million.

If you can't even solve the current troubles, what qualifications do you have to think about the future?

The world belongs to humans, and mutants belong to Alvin!

It’s that simple!”

As he spoke, Raymond took a sip of whiskey, then walked around the sofa and thought for a while...

"Actually, we all know that what you are thinking in your hearts is not at all what the situation will be like in a few decades.

There are no cameras, no recording equipment, and no voters here.

Let's put aside those superficial things and return to the essence of things.

Mutants are a powerful group. Although my boss doesn't think so, we all know this is a fact.

But you don't have the ability to control them, or you have the ability, but you want to sit back and enjoy the benefits.

If I tell you, the 'god' of Hydra is a monster that can control mutants, and a large part of the mutant riots that occur around the world are driven by them.

And we haven’t found any trace of it yet…

Plus those mutant organizations that are bound to resist management...

Do you still want to put your hands into the quagmire of mutants?"

The big-nosed French ambassador was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I probably understand what you mean.

But I have to have a justifiable reason to convince the Parliament and the Supreme Court.

The Mutants Union appears in France and has law enforcement powers. The most important thing is that there are too many uncertainties.

If you want to convince everyone to agree to this plan, you need a valid reason."

Raymond looked at the big-nosed French ambassador sarcastically. He smiled and lit a cigar for himself. After taking a puff, he looked at him like he was looking at shit and said: "Let the mutants in France live and work in peace and contentment."

Does it count as a reason?

If you want to benefit from it, you shouldn't stand here, but go to Liberty Island.

And don’t you understand what I said?

I am informing you, not discussing with you...

The only thing you can discuss with me is to determine the location of the mutant unions in several major cities in France based on the standards I provide.

After all, it was you who provided the money and the land..."

As he spoke, Raymond put the cigar on the ashtray, clapped his hands vigorously, and said: "Gentlemen, the Mutant Union is meaningless to my boss...

Currently, my boss is even giving money to charity!

If he had the support of 10 million mutants, he wouldn't run for president!

What are you worried about?

I'll relay Alvin's exact words to you, and then we'll end the topic about mutants...

Personally, I don’t agree with my boss’s idea, but I support him unconditionally!

Because he is a great person and the first person who made me feel safe and whom I could trust unconditionally.

He told me that he hoped that there would be fewer and fewer mutants...

If there are mutants in any area who vote to trust the local government, then the Mutant Union can withdraw.

Gentlemen, the initiative is in your hands. You can even write this into the Mutant Bill.

Your efforts determine whether your descendants will face the dangers brought by the mutant union in the future.

Put some pressure on yourself instead of trying to pass it on to others!

We are all political animals, but occasionally we should do something good!

This way we can have no regrets when we look back on our lives on the day we die!"

After Raymond finished speaking, he picked up the cigar and took a heavy puff, and said with a smile: "I never thought in my life that I could say such a thing.

This feeling actually feels pretty good!”

Many diplomatic leaders fell into silence. The tall Russian ambassador came out first, applauded vigorously and said: "Our country supports everything Mr. Tomahawk does.

Next week our president will sign the new mutant bill.

And we can free up a building near Red Square to serve as the Russian headquarters of the Mutant Union.

If necessary, every region of the Russian Federation can establish a mutant union and accept the management of Principal Alvin."

As he spoke, the tall Russian ambassador glanced at the catalog of alien technology that Raymond placed on the coffee table. He glanced at his colleagues around him with disdain, and then said sincerely to Raymond: "Our President

Best friends with Mr. Tomahawk...

‘Steel Digital’ is ready to take over heavy industrial facilities throughout the Crimea region.

Russia will become the engine that drives the earth to the universe, and we will be Mr. Tomahawk's staunchest ally."

The Russian guy's shameless behavior made everyone nearby look suspicious...

But the people here are all human beings. Although they don't know what is in Raymond's information, it must be very important.

Watching Raymond control the entire conversation, easily helping Alvin gain dominance over global mutants...

He won the negotiation without even using the alien technology catalog as a bargaining chip.

This is an incredible achievement. Under the protection of Alvin, a 'Red Devil' who has no scruples is invincible at the negotiating table!

President Ellis shook his head and sighed!

This guy had already predicted the direction of the whole thing from the moment he came to this suite.

He has confidence in Alvin's strength, confidence in Alvin's charisma, and even more confidence in Alvin's speaking ability.

When the TV was turned off just now, the mutants inside had almost forgotten about the mutants who had been killed.

Or they instinctively don't want to believe that Alvin is a murderous person.

A person who never talks about "mutants" cannot be the enemy of mutants.

President Ellis even felt that after Alvin's speech, some mutants might even feel sorry for the losses they had caused.

President Ellis, who shook his head and smiled, looked back at the White House think tanks with different expressions...

If he had known this was the case, he should not have brought these guys who represent the interests of multiple groups.

Isn’t it enough for just one person to go down in history?

As for the uneasiness of those think tanks about the Russian ambassador's actions, President Ellis had no feeling at all.

The technology in that appearance catalog still needs "strength" to digest.

"Steel Digital" cannot completely leave the United States...

He knew Alvin very well, this guy was a very emotional person.

Compared with the Russian ambassador's flattering attitude, the mayor of Detroit is even worse.

If calling "Daddy" can make Alvin go to Detroit to live, the mayor of Detroit will definitely not mind wearing baby clothes and wearing a pacifier to come to Alvin.

If he succeeds, no one will laugh at him...

He'd be a hero in Detroit, and he'd be able to fuck the mayor until he's buried in the ground.