Chapter 3009

Amid applause, Mr. Responsibility left the podium and stood with his manager after walking off the stage.

"I hope the content will be more serious next time." It watched intently as the second place winner said his acceptance speech on the stage.

Its agent was stunned for a moment and whispered, "But everyone likes it very much."

Mr. Responsibility still didn't look at him, always looking at the guy on the stage, acting extremely serious.

At this moment, an eye suddenly grew on the side of its neck, staring directly at its manager, "Authority shouldn't be funny, you should be able to understand what I mean."

"I hope I can be an authority rather than a funny actor or something."

The agent, who was almost startled by the sudden growth of eyes, was a little frightened and his speech became less coherent, "But... you know, everyone thinks Mr. Lynch is also a humorous person."

Mr. Responsible slowly turned his head and looked at his agent, "He is a human being, and I am the strongest among the evolved ones. Use your shrunken cerebellum to think carefully about what I said."

It grinned a very fake smile, then turned back to watch the guys on the stage telling funny jokes, and listening to the laughter of the weak humans around it, it felt a little ironic.

It, they, should be a more advanced species, not a little trick used to please humans.

Of course, before they can't do what they want to do, necessary hibernation is also necessary, but it will not let itself become a clown in order to better integrate.

One day in the future, people will play out what it has done to make fun of its past of wagging its tail at humans.

The agent didn't dare to say anything more, he could only keep it in his heart.

After all, this is a monster!

After the dinner, Mr. Responsible took the initiative to find the other six people and stayed.

"We need a captain to be unified in charge of all work, including our lives."

Mr. Fatty patted his big belly. He didn't expect that a harmless and silly image like his could be selected into the Super Star Team. It was just like a dream.

The same is generally true for others, but this does not mean that they are really convinced by their ranking.

Everyone is an evolver. You are popular just because you operate well. It does not mean that I am not as good as you.

So when Mr. Responsibility proposed this idea, others with different expressions did not respond.

After a while, Mr. Responsibility continued, "I talked with Mr. Lynch, and he is supportive of our superstar team having a captain."

"I'm actually not very familiar with you. I'm not sure what your abilities are and what you're good at."

"So I can only recommend myself to be the first captain, and I hope you can support me."

Mr. Fatty didn't speak. He still maintained his previous appearance, patting his belly without saying a word.

The first person to object was the second-ranked "Mr. Chariot", a lump of muscle, maybe even his brain looked like a bicep.

She was very big, and when she looked at Mr. Responsible, she seemed to be condescending, "Why?"

"It sounds like you want us all to support you?"

"Can you tell me why?"

"You don't think that just because you are the most popular, it means you are the strongest, right?"

"No way, right?"

"Why are there still such days..."

The next second, Mr. Responsibility pinched Mr. Chariot's muscles with one hand, and the latter's eyes were about to bulge out.

It slowly lowered its head and looked at the muscles that had been pinched and deformed. Its eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and then it slapped Mr. Responsible with a huge slap.

It feels that it is the strongest among this group of people, and it loses to Mr. Responsible in the ranking just because its appearance is not so pleasing.

After all, not everyone likes muscle sticks.

Mr. Responsible raised his arm, but there was a sound of metal hitting.

Chariot's arm has hardened to look like a giant piece of metal, while Mr. Responsibility's arm has transformed into a knife.

The blade was stuck on the surface of the metal arm and was not eaten into it, while more of the body surface was getting stained with the sheen of metal.

Mr. Chariot smiled cruelly, "It seems we have added a new member..."

These monsters are not so "merciful" to their own kind.

Mr. Responsible didn't even move much. He exerted force on his arm again and one of his palms flew out.

Chariot looked at his severed arm in disbelief. One of his innate abilities was to make his limbs stronger and stronger after being metalized!

When it is prepared, it is not even afraid of heavy firepower attacks!

Of course, these are all time-limited, and it cannot persist for too long, otherwise the energy in the body will be consumed too quickly, and it will lose its mind and become out of control.

When it's out of control, it doesn't even know its own form, and it tries its best to avoid doing that.

It never thought that it would be hurt so easily, just like a piece of paper.

Then it fell into a state of rage. Violent people often have bad tempers. The other monsters immediately left the place and stood around to continue watching.

The broken wrist grew a new palm in just a few seconds, and it also cancelled the metalization.

Maintaining metalization requires a lot of energy. Since metalization can't withstand Mr. Responsibility's sharp blade, there is no need to waste this energy.

Its huge body began to shrink, and a finger-sized hole appeared on the surface of its body from time to time, spewing out waves of heat and steam, and a sense of oppression began to spread around.

"I'm going to be serious."

Mr. Responsibility took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them in his chest pocket, while unbuttoning the collar and cuffs of his shirt, "I'm in a hurry."

Still being looked down upon so carelessly, Mr. Tank disappeared instantly, and the blurred shadow pressed towards Mr. Responsibility with huge wind pressure.

The latter just leaned back a little, squatted down, and then suddenly bumped forward, with both hands back, and the onlookers gasped.

The two crossed and turned-out wounds on Mr. Tank's upper body, which appeared more than ten meters away from Mr. Responsibility, were slowly healing.

Its black eyeballs were slowly dissipating, which was one of the signs of losing control.

Mr. Responsibility frowned and took a step forward. Just when the soles of his shoes were almost close to the ground and the sound of footsteps was about to be heard, it also disappeared!

When it appeared again, it was already half-crouching on Mr. Chariot's back.

His hands turned into sharp blades and stabbed at the other party frantically. Mr. Chariot seemed to want to grab Mr. Responsibility on his back, but he couldn't catch him.

Its body began to undergo some strange changes, and a new round of distortion began to occur uncontrollably. This was one of the manifestations that it was losing control!

"Mr. Lynch, do you want me to stop them?"

In another room, Lynch sat on a high-back chair with his legs crossed through the monitoring equipment, looking at the battle in the hall calmly.

He shook his head, "No, since I promised it, let it handle the internal affairs of the team."

Mr. A was a little worried, and Lynch glanced at it, "Are you afraid that it will grow too fast?"

Mr. A did not deny, "According to the plan, more resources will be tilted towards it and its team. I can deal with two or three of them, but not more."

"If it and its team have some ideas that they shouldn't have..."

Lynch looked at it with a smile, "You are not the only smart person. They won't rebel in a short time."

"As for later?"

He couldn't help laughing, "Even if they want to rebel, they have to be able to stand in front of me."

"Don't worry, such a good-looking real battle is rare."

Mr. A looked at Lynch's back and frowned slightly. He felt that Lynch had a kind of recklessness that didn't care, and he didn't seem to be afraid of anyone hurting him.

Sometimes Mr. A wondered if Lynch had evolved, but he didn't have the feeling when facing his own kind.

This made him very conflicted and more cautious.

During the short chat, the battle on the screen also entered a white-hot state, and a huge rolling meat mountain appeared in the hall.

The complete body that has completely lost its human form makes people feel terrified.

This is the truest face of all monsters.

Its reason has been completely replaced by instinct and desire, so it is no longer constrained by reason and wisdom to comply with its own cooperation with "safety" and "concealment", and completely releases all its energy!

Looking at this rolling meat mountain and the flesh and blood that keeps hitting it, Mr. Responsible showed an impatient expression.

After it dodged two attacks and pulled away a little, it also began to give up restraining its reason, but did not give up completely, and still retained a part.

Its body shape also began to change, becoming larger, and its body became more twisted. The beauty, and the surface was covered with a metallic luster.

Its whole person, like a battle axe with limbs and a torso, the sharp blade formed a hollow blade bone on its head.

The arms of both hands also changed from ordinary long blades to a weapon between a knife and an axe.

Everyone retreated further, no one wanted to be affected by this battle.

At the same time, they were also very excited, because they found that there seemed to be some other "gears" between being completely out of control and completely rational.

Mr. Responsibility had blades all over his body, and he was very fast and very flexible.

Although the meat mountain was bigger, it was difficult to cause any actual damage to it.

On the contrary, every attack of it would leave deep scars on the meat mountain...