Chapter 161 Why protect the world? This is my world
I saw in the audience all the media from the Lighthouse Country.
There are print media such as Daily Oil News, Xinxiang Times, and China News Service, as well as TV stations such as Foxx, and online platforms such as Twitter, Fishbook, and YouTube.
Farther away, there are still a large number of people holding big signs with scrawled handwritten contents such as "Peace", "Love", "Danzhi", "Gender Freedom" and so on.
After Mu Cang's arrival, they didn't feel any panic or fear at all. Instead, they whistled frequently and cheered continuously.
Many young men and women even turned their backs to each other while laughing, chewing gum and holding up their mobile phones at a 4-degree angle. They used various gestures, such as backhand gestures or raising their middle fingers, to put themselves and Mu Cang in the same photo frame.
Take a photo from a distance.
It's just like a big party.
In front of the crowd, the media became extremely excited when Mu Cang appeared.
Dozens of camera lenses moved collectively, all focusing on Mu Cang. The reporters also completely forgot about the interview rules as if they were shot. They tried their best to lean out and ask Mu Cang questions:
"Are you from Blue Star?"
"Do you like Lighthouse Country? Do you love Lighthouse?"
"Did you save the Lighthouse Country because you believe that the Lighthouse Country is the benchmark for all civilizations in Blue Star?"
"What do you think of Panzhu and Ziyou?"
"What do you think about love and justice?"
"Do you worship God? Do you feel like you have been given a mission?"
"Do you think the people of Lighthouse are grateful to you for saving the lighthouse? Do you think you deserve this gratitude?"
"Do you feel you are a threat to the lighthouse?"
"Do you have a sense of responsibility for the safety of the world? Will you protect the world? Protect all mankind?"
"Do you think your power should be regulated? If not, can you regulate yourself well?"
For a time, Mu Cang's hearing was surrounded by all kinds of doubts and harsh words.
Noisy, almost like a swarm of buzzing flies.
At this time, Tom, who was standing next to him, handed the microphone to Mu Cang, bowed slightly and said with an inexplicable smile:
"Mr. Superman, just... say a few words."
Mu Cang glanced sideways at the microphone, grinned slightly, with a hint of sarcasm, and said indifferently:
"I feel the joy in your heart. Are you trying to coerce me with so-called morality and public opinion? Want to see my reaction?"
Tom was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be confused: "Mr. Superman, I... don't know what you are talking about?"
"Heh."
Mu Cang chuckled and suddenly raised his hand to grab Tom's head. Because the strength and speed were too terrifying, in a ten thousandth of a second, the slender palm violently tore out a high-temperature plasma channel in the air, covering Tom and his head.
There is a large area behind it.
The latter's soul was violently shaken. He tried to dodge but it was too late. He had no choice but to escape from a group of turbid black evil souls that roared and tried to escape in the air.
But, it's too late.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
Loud noises!
In an instant, the sluggish Tom, the large lawn behind him, and even the Gray Palace-style townhouses a thousand meters away were all blasted into countless burnt and smelly slag powder by the violent plasma flow formed by Mu Cang casually slapping the air.
"You seem to have misunderstood, this world and that world, this is my world, I can do whatever I want, no one can comment."
Mu Cang's eyes were scarlet, and he turned to look at the frightened reporters in the audience and the idle crowd further away, and said coldly, "You only live for my happiness."
Everyone was so frightened that they turned around and ran away, crying and howling:
"The commander is dead?!"
"Ahhhh, murder!!"
"Devil! You are the devil!"
"He is a yellow-skinned devil!"
"Heartless beast!"
"Run! This is a madman!"
Mu Cang did not get up to give chase, but moved his eyes unhurriedly to the far left of the group of people who turned and fled in a hurry, and then suddenly two scarlet beams of light shot out of his eyes, accurately hitting a white reporter wearing glasses with a hooked nose. Chirp!
The scorching light cut him diagonally into two pieces, and the terrifying high temperature contained in the beam instantly baked his remains into broken, charred skeletons and pieces of shriveled carbonized flesh, which fell apart in all directions.
The two beams of light continued unabated. Almost at the same time that they broke off the white man's hooked nose, they hit another bald black reporter behind him.
Chirp!
Black people were once again swept into carbonized corpses.
It took less than a ten thousandth of a second to sweep away the strong black man, and the beam was fired again at a middle-aged bald cameraman further back.
Sweep, scorch, vaporize.
In this way, the dozens of reporters on the far left of the group of reporters in the audience were like wheat being harvested. The red light bursting out of Mu Cang's eyes penetrated and swept away in a second, and the castration continued unabated and extended further.
at.
For a moment, stumps were flying and blood was flowing, and the entire press conference turned into a hellish killing scene.
Everyone screamed and ran away.
Mu Cang was not in a hurry, he just leaned over with his hands behind his back and slowly turned his head from left to right, slowly killing.
Everyone who was hit by the red light was cut into several pieces of charred corpses in an instant.
On the path of the beam, no matter whether there are dozens or hundreds of people, their flesh and blood cannot hinder the progress of the beam even for a moment.
The beam swept across, and all the media workers in that area of the route, as well as the people further away who realized something was wrong and ran away, fell to the ground and died in an instant, and no body was found.
Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet!!!!
During the entire sweep, the corners of Mu Cang's mouth kept rising, revealing a strong sense of pleasure and joy.
Ten seconds later, he stopped killing and his eyes slowly returned to black.
But the entire press conference was full of mutilated limbs and withered and charred corpses.
The entire scene was filled with deathly silence, blood, and the smell of burning.
At the same time, everything that just happened was faithfully broadcast by several cameras.
As for how many people saw this scene?
Will they be angry or afraid?
What kind of behavior will you do if you take this as a reason?
To be honest, Mu Cang doesn't care at all.
On this small planet today, only the billions of people in the Great Xia Empire can make him treat them differently.
After all, the language is the same, the cultural customs are the same, and the appearance and temperament are the same. It is difficult not to give Mu Cang a sense of belonging and identity.
As for everyone else.
Sorry, it’s just a toy.
"Why can't you be nice?"
Mu Cang sighed, turned his head, and looked at the group of powerful souls beside him that were bound by the power of thought and struggling fiercely, as if it contained all the chaos and evil in the world, and said with a smile:
"They must have been specially arranged by you, thinking you could see me in embarrassment after succumbing to morality and public opinion? Do you want to do this for fun, or do you have an ulterior motive?"
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