Chapter 969 Chapter nine hundred and sixty-seven · "The Hero Plan."

 “Please vote yes, ma’am.”

Under the white tower of the Ascent Kingdom, Lu was carrying envoys from the Free Federation, a small border country, sitting in front of one of the rulers of the kingdom, Prince Reina.

Rena wore her black twin-tails and drank tea with her eyes lowered.

  Relevant proposals regarding the Ark Project and the first tower have been discussed for a long time. Councilors evaluated, brainstormed, voted... The councilors in the room had been sitting for twelve hours.

"Since the First Dream Patrol wants to thoroughly investigate the Ark plan, it doesn't matter whether we oppose it or not." Rena smiled: "Don't worry, sir, even if there is no vote, the original plans of all countries are to vote." Yes vote.”

“The Kingdom of Asante chose to side with the First Dream Patroller. This is the right choice.” Lu shook hands with Rena: “You will not regret your choice today.”

Rena raised her eyebrows: "The new diplomat of the Murphy Federation. I heard that you were able to go to our country just after you took office. Who is your helper?"

Lu smiled and said: "It's me, madam. I'm just going back to my old job."

 He turned around and left.

Reina drank the red tea and suddenly said: "You have always been obsessed with wanting a 'fairness'."

There was a slight pause on the road.

Rena said: "You are not the first group of people to pursue their ideals. Before you, there must have been countless predecessors who embarked on the journey with their ideals. But look at it now, has it changed? Why do you think they did not succeed? Those people The history of this struggle has long been erased and no one can remember it. If the Ark plan is really unreasonable, why has no one raised objections to it so far?"

 The road restarts.

He said calmly: "It's always been like this, right?"

 “That’s why Su Mingan is needed.”

 He did not look back, leaving only a silhouette of his back that was drifting away. The scarf around his neck floated backwards during his quick steps, creating a long shadow.

 …

　　When the black VIP car arrived at the scene, everyone started cheering. People seemed to be caught in some unconscious frenzy, chanting the name of the first dream patroller.

 "Su Mingan! Su Mingan! Su Mingan!"

 “The first dream patroller! The first dream patroller!”

The guards formed a circle and pointed their riot shields at the fanatical crowd to prevent them from swarming the crowd. The waiter bowed and opened the door of the VIP car. A young man in a black robe walked out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth and the skull pendant around his neck shaking slightly.

He squinted his eyes. Surrounded by cameras and spotlights, the edges of his face were illuminated extremely sharply. His expression was indifferent, like a born emperor.

When people saw him, their cheers became even louder and louder, and some even shouted, "No. 1 Dream Patroller! I will give birth to a monkey for you!"

Ying raised his eyebrows. Everyone he saw had almost the same expression, as if something invisible was imprinted on their facial features, twisting them into such unconscious fanaticism. He knew that that intangible thing was called "faith."

"First Dream Patroller, this is the Medal of Honor issued to you by the coalition government. Thank you for your contribution to mankind." Scripps came down from the stage and held a small golden wooden box for the shadow. , a gold medal surrounded by black velvet.

Dozens of cameras immediately came over like a voracious mouth, aiming at the medal, and the sound of taking photos was loud and clear. People looked at this scene with longing and expectation, and some even covered their faces and shed tears of emotion.

 —What a beautiful scene!

 The first dream wanderer who symbolizes human hope. Handover with coalition government representatives. Under the light, in front of a background of flowers, a young black-haired man looked at each other with a middle-aged man wearing a medal on his shoulder. One party once suffered blood in the Dream Patrol game. One party had been working around the clock to sign documents.

 "Great, great..." Someone sighed in a low voice.

“That’s the No. 1 Dream Patroller. It feels smaller than in the camera.” Xinyue said.

“You are already so strong when you are still in school.” Xiao Lanping from Beiqing University said in surprise.

 “Nosy people…” Duke Ezekiel whispered to himself.

Ying lowered his head. Under the spotlight, the reflection of the medal was very bright. At this moment, through these dazzling reflections, he saw the collapsed building, the sad and grateful last look of Grandma Lin, and a scene that covered the entire The heavy rain of the world.

 【No. 1 Dream Patroller·World Medal of Honor】

 Clear words are engraved on the medal, flashing with broken light.

His gaze became even more silent. One second passed, three seconds passed, ten seconds passed... People were waiting for him to receive the medal.

Scripps kept holding the medal in his hands, and the smile on his face was almost frozen. The crowd's chatter became louder and louder, the photographers holding the cameras began to sweat gradually, and everyone began to feel embarrassed. Only then did Ying reach out and take the medal of honor.

"Bear honors and fulfill obligations." Ying said calmly: "I will still thoroughly investigate the Ark plan, don't worry."

Scripps sighed inwardly—Why do you even mention this?

 I am awarding you the Medal of Honor in the hope that you will stop doing anything deviant. The oracles of the past are still valid. How can you end up with such a stubborn resistance?

"By the way, First Dream Patroller, there is something I need to inform you about." Scripps said.

Ying walked towards the direction of the tower, and he had already seen the towering first tower - it was wide and towering, with an unknown light shining on the top, like a giant lighthouse, lighting up the entire night.

"Due to the news of the alien king's awakening, we have now entered a wartime period. The term 'coalition government' is no longer appropriate. We are no longer a 'government', but an organization that can tolerate the opinions of all forces and unite mankind." "So, to announce the wartime era and the beginning of a new era, the coalition government changed its name," Scripps said.

“Well, what are your names now?” Ying said indifferently.

Scripps looked serious and replied:

 “United Regiment.”

At this moment, all the players present felt their hairs stand on end, and a feeling of creepiness spread throughout their bodies.

Ying's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at Scripps and said with a smile, "What a good name."

 This is not going to change.

I don’t know which unlucky player made the suggestion to change the name, but Scripps accepted it.

"In addition, after the proposal of some congressmen, we are about to launch a plan centered on you to publicize the actions of Dream Patrol anchors, commend heroes, inspire the masses, continue the pioneering spirit, and establish the heroes they deserve Image,” Scripps said.

 “Oh? What’s this plan?” A smile appeared at the end of Shadow’s eyes.

Under the spotlight, Scripps said:

 “Hero Project.”

Ying almost laughed out loud.

 Interesting, so interesting.

"'We need to make people believe that there are people who are always fighting, people who are always trying to save them, and people who are always fighting for them.'" Ying slowly said: "'As long as civilization lasts for a day, there are people who will never fall. Down—so we need a visible leader.'"

"You're right, that's exactly what we meant," Scripps said.

“Okay! Then I will make full use of my influence!” Ying suddenly laughed. The expressions of several congressmen darkened.

Ying strode to Scripps' original high platform and looked at the cheering people below, like an emperor reviewing the army.

"Let's see... there are still ten minutes before the first tower opens. We just have nothing to do. Let's listen to a story!" Ying smiled brightly and opened his arms to the billions of people outside the camera. , the skull pendant around his neck flashed:

“I’ve prepared fifty very interesting stories just waiting to be told to you all! Scripps, get the microphone!”

 At this moment, Scripps felt as if he was not a high-ranking representative of the coalition government, but a servant of the First Dream Patroller.

His eyes were cold for a moment, then the smile quickly returned to his face, and he handed the microphone to Ying: "Pay attention to the time, there are only ten minutes left."

He didn't care what Ying would say. Ying had been wandering around Ms. Su Li's research institute for the past few hours and couldn't find any clues at all. Moreover, he himself does not hate Shadow, he just hopes that mankind can have a more stable, bright and current leader.

Ying held the microphone and was about to speak when suddenly a harsh voice came:

 “Don’t listen to him!”

 The crowd made a way, and Cardinal Narfas came, followed by a player.

 Shadow doesn’t know this player. This player was very hostile to him.

"The No. 1 Dream Patroller—no one in the world knows your identity, but I do. You are not a dark horse from the Dream Patrol with a mysterious background at all, nor are you a proud man from a hidden family!" The player pointed at Ying, and said loudly. Shouted: "You, you are Su Wensheng from Daoya City, your mother is a traitor to humanity who destroyed special medicine! Your mother is a traitor who was convicted of crimes against humanity!"

His voice was sharp, amplified by the microphone, soaring into the sky.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Ying narrowed his eyes, surprised. He thought that with the development of the world game, there should be no such idiots who would dare to challenge the number one player. But this player may not be the real owner, it should be a knife being used by someone. After all, no normal person would be so mean as to be in front of him.

 The player’s reasoning makes sense. After all, Su Luoluo wears the anchor medal of "Please call me Miss Demon King". As long as you observe Su Luoluo's height, weight, accent, and skin color, you can quickly determine that she is from Ubang. After careful investigation, it is not difficult to locate Daoya City. After all, Su Luoluo's only good friend is Su Wensheng, and "Please call me Miss Demon King" has only had in-depth communication with the "No. 1 Dream Patroller".

Although this inference may not be true, the perspective of the player and the NPC are different. As long as the player is aware of the clues and considers the plot, he will quickly realize that Su Mingan is Su Wensheng.

 “Su Wensheng, who is it?” People whispered to each other.

"I seem to have seen the news before, saying that there was a student named Su Wensheng in Daoya City, Ubang State. He was exposed as a mutant during the college entrance examination, so he escaped into the black mist."

“The number one Dream Patroller is Su Wensheng? Are you kidding me?”

"Su Wensheng is also nineteen years old... The age is right, and the hair color and skin color are right. But, it's wrong, the time of appearance is wrong."

“I am an insider. Su Wensheng’s mother was the one who destroyed the special medicine. So if he is so anxious to investigate the Ark Project now, is he trying to rehabilitate his mother?”

“The oracle said that Zurich was guilty, so she was definitely not unjustly accused.”

“If the number one Dream Patrolman is really Su Wensheng, the mother’s debt should be repaid by the son. His mother committed such a big crime and killed countless Black Mist patients. He should complete the Dream Patrol game to atone for mankind’s sins.”

 “What are you talking about? Can you die?”

　　　…”

Scripps looked shocked. The Holy Alliance Army was getting more and more arrogant. This was clearly an occasion for the coalition government, but Narfas directly brought people up to question the first Dream Patroller. Is this true?

 People did not fully believe that the first dream patroller was Su Wensheng, but most of them believed that Su Li was guilty. Their expressions were loyal and solemn, as if they believed that they were conducting an extremely just trial.

Ying's throat felt itchy and she wanted to laugh.

O God, you are so powerful.

 All the things I have done are nothing compared to your oracle. All the words I have said are not as good as the rhetoric of your followers.

 —So he always felt,

 Persistence on the ontology is meaningless.

These people...these human beings who obey some unknown, stubborn, and stupid force, and constantly expose their selfish and cowardly temperament, what can be saved about them?

 But he was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of Li Yuxuan, the fifty fire bearers, Li Mingyue and Su Luoluo. At this time, he seemed to understand the original idea a little bit.

"First Dream Patroller, I understand your eagerness to be redressed as the son of a sinner..." Narfas spoke with a solemn expression.

 And Ying suddenly raised his hand.

Before Narfas had time to finish speaking, the space vibration tore the player apart instantly. A huge amount of blood separated from the bones and flew in the air. The scene was extremely terrifying.

 For a moment, everyone fell silent and turned pale.

"Shut up."

Ying stood up on one foot and stepped on the railing of the high platform, looking at everyone coldly.

 “Listen to my story.”

 …

　　【To the loving God. 】

　　　【As long as we do justice and show mercy, you will spread the radiance of happiness to the earth. 】

　　　　　May justice roll like a mighty river, and may your mercy fall like gentle rain. 】

　　【We will be your prostrate lambs, praising you and obeying you! 】

I would also like to be one of your shepherds and offer you the lamb’s skin, the lamb’s pious blood, and the lamb’s sharpest horn to serve as your sword. 】

【so,】

  【Dear Lord God,】

　　【Could you...favor us a little more? We guarantee that we will tame your lamb properly for you! 】

  【Praise you again! 】

  【Dear Lord God! 】

—Grand Duchy of Jose, Esquire II, Lello Empire, Prince Bevis...(37 other national representatives)

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 (End of this chapter)