If the Marvel world had a ranking for enforcers, Black Bolt would definitely rank near the top.
He could fight, take hits, and run. He was no fool, rarely spoke, and when the critical moment came, one roar from him was something very few people could withstand.
Black Bolt was absolutely an excellent enforcer. Rather than staying on Earth and being pulled by the Illuminati's heroes into sitting on a throne, he might as well follow Director Daisy into space and build something of their own.
If there was the slightest disturbance and she had to personally step in every time, that would be far too lame. Black Bolt did not need to obey her; he only needed to identify with the Kree Empire. To a certain extent, Daisy could represent the Kree Empire.
This time, Medusa did not look at Black Bolt. She voiced the question in her heart. "I'm afraid our people may not be willing to abandon their homeland."
Daisy gave a soft laugh. "Is this really their homeland? Can a city with fewer than a hundred thousand people, a city that relies on civil war to wear down its excess population, truly be called a homeland?"
"Give every Inhuman the right to choose. Even if their genetic defects are severe, they can still find their place in the future Inhuman nation, instead of becoming a burden like they are now, a bomb that might explode at any moment. Please, think of them."
To make her words more persuasive, she revealed one of her trump cards—at least, it counted as one on the Inhumans' side. "I am currently a Consul of the Kree Empire. I hope our Inhuman brothers and sisters will join this nation. If you support me, I can gain a greater voice. That will