Fantasy Tech Reviewer
Chapter 421
"why?"
"You already have a girlfriend, and you still miss other people's fiancées? Your surname is Cao?"
"I don't think that way about Senior Sister."
"Ask yourself, can you deceive yourself and me? Put away the extra thoughts, Chen Motong naturally has the protection of her prince, it's not your turn."
"..."
Lu Mingfei lowered his head and stopped talking, only Lu Mingze gently threw out the fishing rod and started fishing under the black moon and white snow.
...
Rumors of an alien invasion have been brewing during this time.
Across the world, where billions of people live in danger of being wiped out by a green, winged tuatara at any time, conspiracy theories and doomsday predictions are naturally very marketable.
And among these rumors, the one about alien invasion is naturally the hottest one.
After all, this is very well-founded. Earth technology can't create such a terrifying monster, and Earth technology can't support such a big portal.
To sum up, this is what aliens are doing!
Such conspiracy theories are well-founded, so there are many people who support their beliefs, and... this seems to be the truth.
But countries don't seem to have time to manage these ups and downs now.
Some time ago, when the cold war turned into a hot war, all countries were actively preparing for the war. Now, all countries are preparing to deal with more severe crises and challenges.
A few rumors may need attention in peacetime, but in such a season it is not something that needs special consideration at all.
Tokyo, at 14:30 pm, a press conference was held in the reconstructed parliamentary chamber from the ruins.
This press conference was endorsed by dignitaries from various countries at the same time and ordered the domestic media to go there, so even though the country was so 'violent' towards the media some time ago that many media swore not to set foot on this land, but now Here, it is still full of long guns and short cannons.
Responsible for presiding over this press conference is this session of the UN Secretary-General. A guy who seems famous but you rarely hear his name.
He expresses great regret that he is very likely to be the last Secretary-General of the United Nations. But it's nothing, the United Nations is just a table. A table with no one is meaningless. As long as there are people, where can there be no meeting?
He never felt how important his position as secretary-general was, it was just a mascot. Maybe he once had some naive fantasies, but when he really got to this point, his innocence was long gone.
His country is in chaos, and the current secretary-general is not in the mood to exercise his invisible power.
"As for the disasters that have occurred around the world in recent days, the United Nations has discussed and decided that it will take collective action to strangle that evil monster!"
In a flash of flashing lights, the secretary-general continued to wear a Sima face.
"From today, we will establish a World Security Council, which will be co-chaired by Ausong, Huaguo, America, the surrendering country, the Maoxiong country - and the Zhanshi Company."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, followed by an explosive shutter sound and a frying pan-like situation.
"May I ask what the World Security Council stands for?!"
"Excuse me, why can such an illegal monopoly organization like Zhanshi Company join such an international organization!!!"
"How do you deal with that huge monster?!"
Numerous problems were intertwined on the site of the press conference, making that place extremely chaotic. But what these reporters, and those watching the show on the back of the TV, want to ask is—
Why no **** stick? !
Although I have no capital now, most of the territory is facing independence, and the navy is almost wiped out - but I am also a big hooligan in name!
To be so disrespectful, and to give their seats directly to a company, this is simply... an insult!
The secretary-general patted the microphone expressionlessly, and the loud noise made all the reporters shut their mouths
"It's time for questions." He pointed at a beautiful female reporter, the bald eagle girl with long thighs immediately stood up and said loudly
"Is the purpose of the World Security Council to eradicate that monster? Is the company in charge of all this?"
"Our number one priority is to protect humanity in disasters, and the members of the council are on an equal footing, with no dominance at all."
Although the secretary-general doesn't want to work with a Sima face, he still has a set of ways to deal with the official tone.
"Why is the World Security Council kicking out the **** country!" A British girl stood up and said indignantly
"Because your country doesn't fit into the World Security Council's purview -- and, please, raise your hand."
"Then what kind of weapons are you going to use to kill that monster? Nuclear weapons? Will it have a great impact?"
"This is a classified matter and cannot be commented on."
Press conferences are always so boring and stupid.
People who want to talk say what they want to say, people who ask questions always ask some meaningless and nutritious words, and finally waste more than three hours on things that can be announced clearly in three minutes.
Mu Feng has no plans to wait any longer. Time is money. He is not short of money and time, but he doesn't want to wait any longer.
That's right, he ignored the staff's obstruction, walked directly to the front of the stage, walked in front of the secretary-general, and made him obediently step aside with a look.
"Come out, come out! Hot man came out!!!"
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him on TV for a long time, General~"
"Tyrant! Dictator! Murder lunatics!"
Before the live broadcast, the audience brushed up a large number of dense barrages. There is no doubt that Mu Feng is very "popular" among them.
It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. After all, in the face of the carpet-like information bombardment in some areas, it is very good for Mu Fengneng to look at the influence of the STEM installation and keep himself in the positive position in the world public opinion.
Amid the uproar and the shooting of long guns and short guns, Mu Feng patted the microphone indifferently.
"I, Mu Feng, will be your savior from today."
"Whether you are willing to accept it or not, I will be your savior!"
This arrogant, almost disregarding the world's words, spread all over the world with the radio signal.
"Who does he think he is?!"
"Too arrogant! Why should I thank him? What is he?!"
Such words can be said to be endless, but Mu Feng doesn't care about all of this, because what he said can only be the facts - the facts that everyone must accept.
"I have always represented the most cutting-edge technology, the most powerful individual, and the most successful person on the planet."
Mu Feng looked at those reporters flatly, with indifferent eyes like a **** overlooking mortals
"This is the case now, and it will be true in the future - I know what you want to say, but your country can't protect you, your army can't protect you, and I can."
"So, I will be your well-deserved savior."
After all, he turned and left without any reluctance, ignoring the large number of reporters who swarmed in.
"If you say that, everyone won't take your love." Back in the car, the ruddy little Saki looked at Mu Feng and smiled softly.
"Everyone just thinks you're a poor bastard!"
"That's because they still regard me as their 'similar'." Mu Feng said indifferently
"But when I'm done, when I'm their savior. My altar will be erected, and all the anger and contempt now will turn into personal idolatry at that time."
What he wants to play is the savior, a perfect 'god', who will take on the identity of the strong man who shelters the entire earth now and in the future.
Such an identity is necessary, because Mu Feng will slowly show his true strength sooner or later. And at that time, his identity as a savior will be stronger, and the aura of divinity on his body will make everything "unusual" accepted calmly.
They will adapt slowly, adapting to the existence of a god, an existence that can regulate and plan the direction of the entire human society from a detached perspective.
"If you're a god, then I'm not a **** concubine - no, it seems that I have to sculpt a statue for myself." Xiaosaki said with a smile.
"If you think so, go for it - and, the next internal political affairs may be left to you and Manami for a while. Yan Ye needs to deal with the mixed-race issue, and I... have my own business too."
"Isn't it? Come again!!!"
43. Final Destruction Song
"I said... Are we now completely reduced to the thugs of evil companies?"
In a courtyard where birds and flowers are fragrant, Fang Shan was sitting on a chair watching his wife and children play, and suddenly asked Mu Shang next to him.
"Did you know?" Mu Shang, who was putting sugar in the coffee, looked at his little friend in surprise
"We've been since we signed the boss's contract. Why ask such a thing? You want to betray the boss?"
"Do you dare to say that you have never had such an idea?" Fang Shan asked rhetorically.
"Of course there is." Mu Shang picked up the coffee with four sugar cubes and said righteously.
"As far as the things I did for our boss, and the execution of so many 'colleagues', it's just normal for me to be disrespectful to him."
"Then why didn't you act?"
"Same reason as you."
Fang Shan laughed. He looked at his wife and daughter, closed his eyes, and closed his mouth.
The reasons for both of them are the same. Even though they often dislike Mu Feng's behavior, and even feel uncomfortable with the cruelty of the boss, they still choose to do things for him.
Because they have no choice, everything they have now is given by him, and everything they have is controlled by him. If there are devils in this world, then their boss must be one of them.
Not to mention freedom, they have even sold themselves to Mu Feng, the idea of rebellion can stay in the mind, but there is absolutely no possibility of implementation.
"Just keep an eye on it, after all, our boss's result must be good." Mu Shang shrugged.
Yes, the starting point is bad, the purpose is bad, and the process is even worse, but it can give a good result - this is their boss.
"We are the heroes who are about to set out to save the world now, cheer up, this is an opportunity to be remembered in history."
Mu Shang drank the coffee, and disappeared in a blink of an eye in the garden with the fragrance of birds and flowers.
Fang Shan glanced at his wife and children, sighed indistinctly, and disappeared into the courtyard.
They left the falsehood and returned to reality.
Returning to this cold and hard steel body, feeling the hard body and the cold emotions, people slowly forget the reality that they are a human being.
Fang Shan looked at the cockpit in front of him, his steel hands lightly grasped the operating lever. He has nothing in reality, but he has everything in dreams. If he has to say, he should be living in dreams.
In reality, he has no family, no love, and his icy body cannot embrace anyone. Only in the dream state can he become a human with warmth again.
For him like this, Mu Feng is equivalent to his recreated parents and gods. He was really ashamed to think of rebellion against such a person.
Therefore, he really doesn't care whether he can become a real hero and whether he can be recorded in this cold and realistic history book.
The command to attack was transmitted to the brain with the signal and spread to the limbs. Fang Shan took a deep breath and lit up the dark console.
After this job, he may really have to quit his job and retire in his dream. The body of reality has no value for nostalgia.
Strike now! save the world!
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"Our lives are always full of helplessness, right?"
In a deep crevice canyon in the Arctic Icefield, the fury who sat cross-legged on Galakrond's head patted the forehead of the burning evil fire below, and said with a smile
"Fate and reality always push us to do things we don't want to do - but that's life, and we have to get used to it, Galakrond."
Galakrond didn't answer, but the tyranny and hatred that could not be concealed were hidden in those huge eyeballs.
For all this time, it has been manipulated by rage.
Holding the scepter of Sargeras and the Eye of Sargeras, the source of fel energy injected into Galakrond's body, the fury's control over Galakrond is as high as a limit.
And he never loosened his control over the father of dragons almost every moment, so Galakrond could only passively destroy those ants under his control.
This was completely inconsistent with Galakrond's original plan.
What he wants to do is to infect all life on this planet with his own blood of fel energy, as if he once controlled the dead ancestor dragons, and control the living life on this planet.
Gathering a large amount of fel energy, its power will be even higher. The Dragon Father also filled his nights, and after returning from the abyss of death he longed for a mighty immortality.
But under the control of the rage, all his destructive behaviors are just acting up to the point.
And now, he's even going to play the last scene, and then he's out of this sweet world.
Galakrond was deeply ashamed of being a puppet. Not to mention that now he has nothing to do, and then exits with serious injuries.
"Don't worry too much about all this." He said lightly.
"Your base is always in Azeroth, and we woke you up to make you do what you are. When that's done, you'll be free."
"...I don't feel any honesty in your words." Galakrond sneered.
"At least in this world, I won't call you again." He smiled furiously.
"You will have your mission on Azeroth. The Legion needs a powerful demon. Not a 'target' like this world, but a demon that only knows destruction and destruction."