The Supreme Mage's suggestion was undoubtedly meant to bring the Avengers, a powerful organization of superpowered individuals, under his command rather than leave them under the joint control of the many United Nations member states.
After realizing this, how could the representatives of so many nations possibly agree?
Thus, they all spoke up in refusal:
"Um... Supreme Mage, the Avengers are a neutral organization. They should not be controlled by any single country!"
"Your proposal is quite good, but the group cannot consist entirely of mages from Kamar-Taj. There must also be members from other countries."
"Our country can also send some superpowered individuals to join the special oversight team!"
Harry smiled at the crowd without answering. At that moment, he suddenly sensed movement outside. He froze for a moment, then the corners of his lips lifted, a nearly imperceptible delight appearing on his face.
Well, wasn't this perfect? Just when he needed a pillow, one had been delivered. He had not expected these remaining Hydra forces to be so considerate as to launch an attack at a time like this.
At the same time, T'Challa stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window, unconsciously rubbing the Vibranium necklace at his chest as he looked outside through the massive glass pane.
The clamor in the plaza below suddenly froze in an eerie silence. He sharply caught something unusual—three men in worker uniforms were pushing a cleaning cart. They should have been heading toward the western parking lot, yet they deliberately bypassed the metal detectors in front of the security checkpoint.
The sleeve of the leader's work uniform slipped down half an inch, revealing the faint outline of a Hydra tattoo beneath his skin.
The air suddenly seemed to thicken, and T'Challa's pupils contracted sharply.
The cleaning cart's wheel caught in a crack between