Chapter 208: New Pet

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"Haha, you're going to use Vibranium against me? I have thousands of mines in space that are full of them. Anyway, I meant that back in 1942, I brought Civil Rights for colored folks. What did you do? In the 1960s, an oil company named Shell began oil extraction in the oil-rich Niger Delta of Nigeria.

"They did it with the help of corrupt leaders. The company basically had the whole country's military on the call. And they did use the military when they started overly exploiting the land and destroying the habitats and water bodies—forcing people to drink contaminated water and resulting in skyrocketing cancer rates. When protests came, the military opened fired and killed, raped, and tortured thousands.

"It's still going on. What did Wakanda do for the African people other than sitting on a mountain and watching? Why is Africa still poor and suffering? Do you have the answers? No? Then shut your proud mouths and speak to me like you should, instead of acting like you have some moral high ground."

T'Chaka lowered his gaze in shame. It was true he had no words... no actual words to be precise. To his own mind, his excuse for not doing anything was to keep Wakanda a secret. But now, the secret was open, and nothing mattered. The truth was that Wakanda had the means to do something, and they did not. "What would you have for protection then?"

"Technology," Hector blurted.

T'Chaka frowned, "We do not wish to give our weapons. They can bring chaos."

"Hmph, you think your weapons are superior? Don't forget I lived among galactic warlords in space. No, I want technology that can make the world better. New medical technology, food processing, water processing, and such things. You start producing it and selling it to the world, and the world will start respecting you." He offered them. Hector knew from the scenes in Infinity War that Wakanda had a pretty superior medical technology.

Both Wakandans looked at each other's faces. It was rare for them to see someone not being greedy about their weapons. But they still felt somewhat suspicious about it.

"We will think about it and return tomorrow, Mister President," T'Chaka said and stood up to leave.

However, T'Challa tried to have the last laugh, "You talk about the Shell company and accuse us. What have you done about it? Since it's a western company."

"Well, it's a British company. But you know what, you're right. It's time to set an example." Hector pressed the call button on his telephone, "Yeah, come to my office."

Soon, Kennedy was there having a seat. Hector passed him some documents, "I want Shell plc delisted from the market. All their directors and CEOs from 1960 to now are to be trialed for crimes against humanity. The company must be audited as well. Let this be an example. I am supportive of the exploitation of natural resources but not human resources. If their work is causing cancer and death, then they better be ready to face me."

"It will destroy a major oil company," Kennedy warned.

Hector scoffed, "I know that. I'm sure there are enough players who would love to buy the leftover infrastructure later."

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The Wakandan father and son were humbled in an instant by Hector. All their pride and high-headedness were broken, and they were slammed back to the real earth where they were not good people either.

"I will wait for your reply tomorrow. Take care." Hector let the two go and did other work.

"Haha, their faces were worth watching." Kennedy relaxed in his seat. He didn't have to act too formal when nobody was around.

"Now stop smiling and start focusing. I am planning on getting married after completion of New York City."

"Yes, yes, old man. Your slave shall return to work." Kennedy grunted and left.

"Oh, and send in the CEOs of food companies."

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Space,

Logan had gone to space to search for a purpose in his life. He had taken a ride with Peter, Gamora, and Nebula. Initially, Nebula was pretty aggressive toward everyone and was angered that Thanos was dead.

Hector simply used his powers to intensify all the bad memories about Thanos in her head. It instantly made her hate Thanos and appreciate that the mad man was dead. At the same time, he intensified the happy moment she shared with Gamora.

"Okay, just to be clear. I am the captain of this ship." But unfortunately, Peter Quinn felt his leadership was under threat.

Logan just sat on his nice seat and smoked, "Whatever, kid. I'm just hitchhiking. Besides, I am still a General of the Fleet at UGF. I outrank you by six ranks."

"Fuck! YES SIR! Do you want some beverages?"

Logan nodded, "A bottle of whiskey will do."

"Great."

From the pilot and co-pilot seat, Nebula asked her sister, "What's with the sudden slave-complex?"

"Oh, he knows his salary can be withheld if General Logan wants to. So he's just sucking up to him."

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"Someone has locked target on us?" Gamora exclaimed.

"What? Who in their right mind tries to mess with a star attack ship? Connect me to them." Peter quickly spoke through the communication, "Do you know who we are? We can obliterate you in a second."

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"Bwahaha... open the hatch, fool." the opposite voice responded and turned the comms off.

Logan grunted and snapped out his claws, "Let them in. It seems the UGF isn't doing a good job at controlling pirates."

Feeling pity for whoever the criminals were, Peter opened the hatch and allowed the enemy ship to approach and dock. The ship turned out to be a small freighter out of all things.

"Alright, hands up, normies. Daddy is here to take over. Groot, go and take the console. Drax... oh come on, you are not invisible. How many times do I have to say it?"

"But if I stay like this without moving... nobody can see me."

*FACEPALM*

"Alright. Hands where I can see them."

"Is that a Raccoon?" Peter wondered loudly.

Logan got up and raised his arms up. But at the same time, his claws came out, shining in the light. "It does appear to be a raccoon."

"I AM NOT A RACCOON! Wait... I've seen you before. A thief? Maybe I can collect the bounty. Hey, Drax. Come and point the gun at them. I will look at the database." the Raccoon scanned Logan's face with his Datapad and searched for it.

In a few seconds, the result came. It was something big that made the Raccoon alternate between looking at the screen and Logan. Each time his face would look more scared.

"FUCK my luck! I surrender. Drax, put the gun down. Groot, come here and get down to your knees... if you have any. Look, guys, don't kill me. I will do as you say."

"I am Groot?"

"No, we can't defeat them. And Drax, why the fuck are you still aiming that gun?"

"..."

"I can still see you. *Sigh* You know, just kill me. I'm surrounded by idiots."

Logan retracted his claws and scanned the Raccoon this time, "Hmm... Rocket, a well-known thief in the Andromeda galaxy. Ugh... your bounty is just a thousand credits. It's not even worth arresting you. Throw these three off the ship."

"WHAT?! No! I am worth a lot more, I am telling you. I can be very bad, look at me. Look at my fangs, how sharp they are." Rocket sounded like he was pleading.

Logan scoffed, "Moony could eat you whole in one bite."

"I don't know who he is but most likely. But, please, don't throw us out. We will die; look at that guy. Drax lost his wife to the Kree; he wants vengeance. Look at Groot... h-he's a tree. Isn't the Federation all about protecting nature?"

"Throw them."

Gamora and Nebula started walking forward to them. Rocket knelt down, "I will be your slave. Just don't kill me, my man. I've worked too hard just to survive all these years. Dying like this would be a shame."

"Pet."

"What?"

"I will let you go if you become my pet," Logan said. He was probably compensating for the absence of Moony at this point. And taking this little speaking Raccoon was an excellent deal.

Rocket looked around. Drax, Groot and others had their eyes set on him. He gulped and faced down in defeat, "Okay, I will be your Raccoon."

Logan nodded and knelt down to Rocket's level. Then he patted the head and gave a treat, "Good boy."

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