Chapter 3010

“Excellent little trick.”

Lynch picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The spirit with ice cubes became easier to drink. This is the case for people in the Federation, or in other words, people in this world.

They prefer to taste the spirit with ice, which tastes better.

The unique aroma of dragon blood wood is accompanied by some floral or fruity aroma that he can't quite taste. The feeling when you first take it into your mouth is actually more like a frozen drink rather than a high-quality wine.

In the picture, Mr. Responsibility moves very fast, and it seems to be able to dodge Roshan's attacks, and it can also leave many scars on Roshan.

Mr. A just raised the corners of his mouth with some disdain. In fact, everyone is trying this little trick, but it has not yet formed a standardized training content and compiled it into the employee handbook.

But it seems that Mr. Responsibility has gone one or two steps further than others in exploring these things.

"Who do you think will win?" Lynch asked.

Mr. A looked at it carefully for a while and said, "I think our star captain is more likely to win, but if he doesn't come up with something more, there is a slight possibility that it will mess up."

"Although Mr. Chariot's body seems to have a lot of injuries, these injuries are actually not unbearable injuries for a fully liberated animal."

The cut muscles are actually healing rapidly. From the bottom of the cut, tentacles will protrude from both sides of the severed muscle fibers, and then they will be entangled with each other and tightened.

In two minutes at most, a wound will heal completely.

This regeneration ability, or the ability of cells to rejoin, comes from the monsters' ability to completely control the instinct of each of their own cells. They can activate these cells, then heal and reorganize.

But so far, the reason why Mr. Chariot has not healed wounds on a large scale is that it doesn't really want to waste energy.

Healing wounds also requires energy, and energy should be used in key locations, and these injuries will not weaken its combat effectiveness much.

In other words, Mr. Chariot did not actually suffer any unbearable injuries, and it could even be said that it might have only been slightly injured.

However, Mr. A changed the subject, "If our star captain can let go of more control, the battle will be clearer."

Lynch quite agrees with this. In fact, Mr. Chariot’s failure is inevitable.

To put it simply, it has exerted 100% of its power, while Mr. Star Captain may actually have only exerted 30%, or about 40%.

Although neither party suffered any fatal injuries, or injuries that could affect them, after all, one person was constantly injured, while the other was not injured at all.

But now it seems that Mr. Chariot feels more oppressive.

While talking, the two sides fought fiercely again, and Mr. Responsibility was suddenly knocked out by a heavy blow.

After crashing through some tables, it stabbed itself into the floor, stabilized itself, and then planted its foot on the ground.

He looked down at the tattered clothes on his body, and his momentum began to increase again.

"I'm a little tired of it."

"Forty percent."

The outline of the muscle lines on its body became more obvious, and the shining metallic blades became brighter and sharper.

The face has also undergone some subtle changes, with multiple streamlined vertical lines appearing on the cheeks, and it has become colder.

Mr. Chariot has completely lost his mind, or in other words, desires and instincts have turned into new rationality, and the huge meat mountain rolling car rushed towards him.

The two fought together again for a moment, but this time, it was obvious that Mr. Responsibility's attack was a little too much for Mr. Chariot.

Every attack made it make an unpleasant scream, and the wounds were twitching and healing continuously, which meant that the wounds had reached the bottom line of what it could bear, and it had to use part of its energy to heal the wounds.

Otherwise these wounds will affect its movement, attack, or defense.

Mr. Responsibility's speed became faster, his attack power became stronger, and the huge meat mountain became a huge target, and it seemed that he had no power to fight back.

After Lynch finished the wine in the glass, Mr. A took the initiative to come over and poured some more for Lynch with the bottle in hand, about two mouthfuls. Lynch raised his hand to stop it.

"It's almost over, it doesn't take much."

Mr. A smiled and took back the bottle, capped it and put it back in its place.

Two minutes later, Mr. Chariot, whose energy was constantly being depleted, was like a deflated rubber ball. His whole body continued to shrink and become smaller, and finally turned back into a muscle mass.

It was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and the whites of its completely blackened eyes appeared, and then the pupils.

It looked at Mr. Responsible with a horrified expression in its eyes. Its energy had been completely consumed and it could no longer support 100% of its output power.

You can only return to this state of lowest consumption.

It looked at Mr. Responsible with a fear of death and a desire to live, and wanted to say something, but there was only a flower in front of it, and its head flew up.

The next second, the head in mid-air was chopped to pieces, and its body was also split into several pieces...

"It seems that even if it evolves, it still has to abide by some of the most basic rules. At least it cannot maintain its optimal state when there is no energy supply."

Lin Qi finished drinking a little wine and stood up, "We should go and say a few words of congratulations to our star captain."

Mr. A followed him without any meaning, and at this time, a large number of recovery troops began to enter the scene. They calmly and indifferently recovered Mr. Tank's body, including a pile of chopped heads, into special containers.

These things will be sent to the laboratory, some will be stored, and some will be used for various transformation experiments and new attempts.

"It seems that you have discussed a result?" He looked at the still liberated state, "Do you need me to provide you with a new set of clothes?"

Mr. Responsibility turned his head and looked at Lin Qi. The two looked at each other for about twenty seconds, and no one gave in.

Lin Qi could feel that the star captain seemed a little impulsive. After all, according to the written statement, its rationality was weakened by a large part, so it would become more irritable and impulsive.

Mr. A took two steps forward. It wanted to ensure Lin Qi's safety. At the same time, it was actually a little afraid of this star captain.

It felt that it could defeat the other party. If it was a battle of life and death, even if it won, it would be a miserable victory.

But compared to this, Lynch is obviously more important.

It still needs to rely on Lynch and Global Communication to become stronger.

I don’t know whether it felt the pressure from Mr. A or his reason began to return, Mr. Responsibility’s pores began to spray steam outward, and its body size shrank back to normal.

The layer of metal-textured cells faded, and it became a human appearance again, of course without clothes.

The clothes were completely damaged in its battle.

“I just need it, thank you.”

In less than a minute, a staff member brought clothes. It didn’t feel embarrassed or anything like that. It changed clothes directly in front of Lynch and bent down to pick up the glasses with a broken lens on the ground.

Then it looked back at the others, “I’ll be the captain, who has any objections?”

The others looked at each other. They didn’t think they were definitely not Mr. Responsibility’s opponent from the bottom of their hearts, but there was a high probability that they would lose, and they didn’t want to make it too ugly.

Mr. Fatty raised his hand first, “I have no objection.”

Its agent positioned it very intuitively, a useless auxiliary, so that no one would hate it, and everyone also needed someone who could blame it.

As a whole team, it also needs some green leaves to set off the red flowers.

Someone spoke first, and naturally others would not object, and soon all passed.

It looked at Lynch again, "Mr. Lynch, as you can see, we have reached a consensus, but..."

Lynch understood what it meant, "There is another candidate, you can choose one yourself, as for Mr. Tank..."

"Well... I will give you a task later, and it will die heroically in the task."

"Congratulations, from today on, you are the captain of the superstar team."

Lynch stretched out his hand, and Mr. Responsibility looked at Lynch's hand, with countless thoughts in his mind, but in the end he shook it, and did not use any force.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Lynch. We will definitely be able to do our job well..."

"I'm optimistic about you!" Lynch took back his hand and took out an envelope from his jacket lining pocket and handed it over. "This is your first mission. I hope you don't mess it up."

Mr. Responsible pinched the envelope and pulled it. It didn't move. Just when he was a little confused, Lynch smiled and said, "I will be unhappy if you mess it up."

Lynch let go of his hand and glanced at Mr. A, who quickly said, "Mr. Lynch has other work in the afternoon. If you have any needs, just write a report to me."

Then it turned to Lynch, "Mr. Lynch, we have to leave."

Lynch smiled and nodded slightly, and waved goodbye to the others, "Actually, I really want to stay, but I have other work to do. After your mission is completed, I will hold a party for you."

"Well, I'll leave first."

After he said that, he left here under the guidance of Mr. A.

Watching Lin Qi's back as he left, Mr. Responsible had a thousand thoughts in his mind, which kept growing, rolling, colliding, and then destroying, repeating the process over and over again.

It felt that... this supreme ruler of mankind was a little too confident.

It didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, but before it figured it out, it decided to keep a low profile.