“Excellent little trick.”

Lynch picked up the wine glass and took a shallow 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 spirits 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 strong wine.

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

Mr. A just raised the corner 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 more things, there is a slight chance that it will be messed up."

"Although Mr. Chariot seems to have a lot of injuries, these injuries are actually not unbearable injuries for a completely 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 be completely healed.

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. Energy should be used in key locations, and these injuries will not weaken its combat effectiveness much.

In other words, Mr. Chariot actually did not suffer any unbearable injuries, and it can even be said that he may have only suffered a minor injury.

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

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

To put it simply, it has already 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 some tables, it plunged its knife into the floor, stabilized its body, and then stepped on the ground.

He lowered his head and glanced 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.

His face has also undergone some subtle changes, with multiple streamlined vertical lines appearing on his 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 crashes 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 will cause it to let out an unpleasant scream, and the wounds are also twitching and healing continuously, which means that the wounds have reached the bottom line of what it can bear, and it has 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 came over on his own initiative, holding the bottle and pouring some more for Lynch, about two mouthfuls, but Lynch raised his hand to stop it.

"It's almost over, no need for 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 consumed, was like a deflated rubber ball. His whole body continued to shrink and become smaller, and finally returned to the appearance of muscle lumps.

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."

Lynch finished his small drink and stood up, "We should go and say a few words of congratulations to our star captain."

Mr. A followed him meaninglessly. At this time, a large number of recovery troops began to enter the scene. They calmly and indifferently recovered Mr. Chariot's body, including a pile of chopped heads, into special containers.

among.

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 reached a conclusion after discussing it?" He looked still in a liberated state, "Do you need me to have someone provide you with a new set of clothes?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mr. Responsible turned to look at Lynch. The two looked at each other for about twenty seconds, and neither one gave in.

Lynch could feel that the star captain seemed a little impulsive. After all, according to the written statement, its rationality had been weakened to a large extent, so it would become more irritable and impulsive.

Mr. A took two steps forward. He wanted to ensure Lynch's safety, but at the same time, he was actually a little wary of the star captain.

It feels that it can defeat the opponent. If it is a life-and-death battle, even if it wins, it will be a miserable victory.

But compared to this, Lynch is obviously more important.

It also needs to rely on Lynch and Global Communications to become stronger.

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

The layer of metallic cells faded away and turned into a human form again, without clothes of course.

The clothes were completely damaged in the battle.

"I just need it, thank you."

In less than a minute, the staff brought the clothes. It didn't feel embarrassed or any other embarrassment. It changed clothes directly in front of Lynch, and bent down to pick up a broken lens on the ground.

Glasses.

Then it looked back at the others, "I'll be the captain, who has any objections?"

Everyone else looked at each other. They didn't think from the bottom of their hearts that they were definitely no match for Mr. Responsibility, but there was a high probability that they would lose, and they didn't want to make things look too ugly.

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

Its agent positions it very intuitively, as a waste assistant, so that no one will hate it, and at the same time, everyone also needs someone who can dump the blame.

As a whole team, we also need some green leaves to set off those red flowers.

Someone was the first to speak, and naturally the others would not object, and they all passed quickly.

It looked at Lynch again, "Mr. Lynch, as you can see, we have unified our opinions, but..."

Lynch understood its meaning, "There is another person you can choose yourself. As for Mr. Chariot..."

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

"Congratulations, starting from today, you are the captain of the Super Star Team."

Lin Qi stretched out his hand. Mr. Responsible looked at Lin Qi's hand and had countless thoughts in his mind, but in the end he held it without any force.

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

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

Mr. Responsible pinched the envelope and twitched it, but it didn't twitch. Just when it was a little doubtful, Lynch smiled and said, "Screw it, I will be unhappy."

After saying that, 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, please write a report to me directly."

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."

"Then, I'll excuse you now."

After he finished speaking, he left here under the guidance of Mr. A.

Looking at Lynch's leaving figure, Mr. Responsible had hundreds of thousands of thoughts constantly growing, rolling, colliding, and then destroyed, repeating this process.

It feels that...the supreme ruler of mankind is somewhat too confident.
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