Chapter 3007

Apart from the flash and the sound of the shutter, there was no other sound or movement in the entire scene.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and paid attention to Lynch.

Lynch stood beside the host table, pressing his hand lightly on the table, "Our destiny should be in our own hands."

"I know that many people may still be a little confused now. You will be confused as to whether it is meaningful for me to do this. You will also be confused as to whether there will really be any aliens or alien gods coming to deal with us?"

"Actually, I don't know either, but I know one truth, that is, we must be extremely careful about the world when touching it."

"Any contact with advanced civilization may be a trigger of destruction for us. In the face of advanced civilization, we are no different from the ants in the ant nest at your door."

"You wouldn't be friends with them, because they're just ants, the same way higher civilizations view us."

"I don't really want to say these words. There are some guests of Nagali origin here, but I have to let you know the cruelty of the world."

"When our ancestors first set foot on this land, their thoughts were definitely not 'I want to bring stable order and prosperity here'. All they thought about was 'How much money can these efforts be sold for?' or other."

"Human beings still treat the same kind of people who are in a disadvantaged situation. How can we think that those more advanced and powerful civilizations will treat us gently and kindly?"

"Food, slaves, resources, that's how we label ourselves in their eyes."

"I am not willing to become their food, slave, or resource, so we must hold on tightly to our own destiny. Our destiny can only be controlled by ourselves."

“Perhaps some evolutionary ladies or evolutionary gentlemen may think, ‘This has nothing to do with me,’ but in fact, it has a lot to do with it.”

"Because we are all in a community of destiny, maybe from our perspective, there may be some gaps between us, but to those outsiders, there is no gap between us."

"You won't care if you lift a rock and see whether it's a rat or a bedbug lying underneath, because they all look the same to you, just like those alien civilizations that may have discovered us and are on their way. ”

"We are a community of destiny, and we should unite together at all times. Only in this way can we have the strength and courage to fight against the invasion of higher civilizations!"

“What we need to do is to get more people to recognize this and join in, and you will become a new role model.”

"A role model for mankind and a role model for evolvers. Everything will be proud of you!"

"Now, let's open the voting window and start voting!"

When Lynch finished his last words, the numbers began to rotate crazily on the big screen behind him, and the cold sparks sprayed from the scene gave this moment a sacred atmosphere.

As the music sounded, Lynch left the main stage, and the artistic team began to perform on stage.

"That's right." Penny flattered, and Lynch smiled gently.

"I'll just take it as your comfort. In fact, people don't want to believe this yet."

"They are still unwilling to believe that aliens will harm us, even if they have seen the cruelty and terror of alien monsters."

"Human beings are always like this. They always behave arrogantly when faced with warnings, and they don't wake up until the last moment, but by then it's too late."

"I'm going to get something to eat."

Penny didn't continue to pester Lynch, she had her own work to do.

Now her company has obtained the management rights of almost all monsters, which has also caused dissatisfaction among some capitals. They believe that this matter should not be monopolized by Penny.

If it was the Global Communication Group that had a monopoly, then they wouldn't say anything. After all... you can't go against the strongest interest group in mankind just for a little money.

But Penny's agency is obviously not in the same group as the Global Communications Group, even though she is one of Lynch's most well-known mistresses.

Capital has its own rules. Since Lynch doesn’t want to monopolize this piece of cake and throws it away, then others should be able to share some of it.

Penny had no objection to this. After all, she got the best piece. As for the rest, it didn't matter if she gave it to others.

Moreover, some monsters have already found their own agents. Instead of offending all her peers, it is better to just let go. As long as she grabs a few of the best agency contracts, she will be able to remain invincible.

Lynch came to the cold table alone and got some food. At this moment, Mr. Responsible suddenly came over.

Mr. A leaned over here. He is living a good life now and does not want any accidents to happen to Lynch, and even actively wants to protect his safety.

The power of capital is terrifying. Even monsters can be completely corroded as long as they have reason and desire.

Lynch raised his hand to stop Mr. A from blocking him, "I believe our Mr. Responsibility will not hurt me, right?"

Mr. Responsibility's smile was so in line with the aesthetics of the Federal people that it made people associate it with words like "reliable". "Of course, Mr. Lynch, I never harm innocent people."

If he hadn't read this guy's file and learned that it had killed at least ten humans before being "captured", Lynch would have almost believed it.

"Would you like some lamb chops?"

"It tastes great. I like this garlic lamb chops method. It's delicious."

In this era, only the upper and middle classes can eat garlic lamb chops. Even the middle class can't eat fresh lamb chops.

The supply of pure and original lamb meat is very small. Most of the lamb chops and steaks eaten by the middle class are actually synthetic meat or genetically modified meat, not original food.

Mr. Responsible hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the tray, selected two pieces of garlic lamb chops, and stuffed them into his mouth.

With a few crunches, he chewed the bones and meat into pieces, and then swallowed them.

It can be seen that it doesn't really want to eat this thing, but Lynch gave it a suggestion, and it did it.

In fact, many times, strength is not the key to determining something.

"It looks like you want to talk to me."

Mr. Responsibility nodded, "Can I?"

Lynch put down the plate, took the towel from the waiter, wiped his hands, "Of course, why not?"

The two walked to the side, and the others naturally left them a private space. Mr. A stood not far from Lynch.

It has been staring at Mr. Responsibility. As long as the other party makes a slight move, it will pounce on and tear up the idiot who tries to hurt Lynch.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will most likely be able to enter this superstar team."

Mr. Responsibility's opening remarks were very direct. Lynch nodded without comment, "Very confident statement."

It continued, "This team should be a closely coordinated team, because our enemies are no longer those weak peers or human criminals, our imaginary enemies are alien monsters and alien gods."

"We should be more professional, with cooperation and dispatch."

Lynch lit a cigarette, "So what do you mean?"

"There must be a captain!"

The superstar team has no official statement saying that there will be a captain here, but it is obvious that Mr. Responsibility has this idea and likes this position very much.

If you think about it, it won't be strange. With the actual control of this team, which is the strongest and most popular, it will have a higher status and greater voice in a society that is gradually centered on evolvers.

Mr. Responsibility is not a stupid monster. On the contrary, it is very smart. It knows that it is difficult to fight against the company, given its current capabilities.

To be the strongest, it is obvious that Mr. A, who joined the company earlier, is the strongest among all monsters, although he has never fought with anyone or monster.

But when it was targeted, Mr. Responsibility felt a kind of pressure.

Before it grows up enough to fight against Mr. A, it must obey the game rules of Lynch, the game rule maker.

Appropriately, strive for some benefits for itself and accelerate its growth.

Lynch looked directly at it, and it also looked directly at Lynch, without showing any guilty conscience or avoiding Lynch's gaze.

As a monster, it can control every cell of its body very well, so it can't see its inner thoughts at all.

After about twenty or thirty seconds, Lynch nodded twice, "There's nothing wrong with your idea, but who will be the captain?"

Mr. Responsibility's pupils were distorted with excitement. He forced himself to calm down and lowered his voice, "The captain must be the strongest one, Mr. Lynch, what do you think?"

Lynch looked at him with a smile, "If you can convince your other companions, then you will be the captain."

Mr. Responsibility took a deep breath, "Mr. Lynch, thank you for your trust in me. I promise you that I will make the Superstar Squad the first sharp blade that humans will use to penetrate the chest of alien civilization!"

Lynch patted his arm, "I also firmly believe in this, which is why we are here."

"I agree to your request. If you give me a plan later, I will set up a new department for you."

Mr. Responsibility almost jumped up after hearing this, and his hair began to "float" slowly, as if it encountered a current in the water.

After thanking Lynch again and again, he took the initiative to leave. He had to talk to others about his idea of ​​being the captain.

Mr. A came over at this time, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Lynch picked up the plate again. He had a very good appetite now, and picked some lamb chops and beef, as well as two small buns. "Do you think I shouldn't agree to it?"

Mr. A nodded. "These plans let me see its ambition. Maybe it will do something unexpected."

Lynch seemed very relaxed, and took the initiative to comfort Mr. A. "You know what?"

"I can see fate."

"And fate has not changed because of this..."