Alvin scoffed at Stark's delusions...
Looking at Stark, who was still short and stocky even in his armor, Alvin patted the stomach of the suit disdainfully and said, "The number of your abs is determined by genetics, buddy. It's important to know yourself..."
Stark raised his middle finger and said, "Now that things here are settled, what's next?
Are you going after the Elder Council?
I've been looking into the organization lately. Its membership is pretty complicated..."
Alvin waved a hand to stop Stark from continuing. He grinned and said, "Always thinking you have to be the Savior is pretty stupid.
Why the hell should I give my strength away for free? Killing people might not even win me any thanks!
Protecting humanity is everyone's responsibility. There are plenty of smart people in this world, so why do I always have to be the one charging in first?"
As he spoke, Alvin looked at Stark, who seemed a little disappointed, and grinned. "Let the Gun Club know what we've found.
If they can't handle it, I can still stand behind them and ask Zhang Qiang how his mother's doing. Why rush out to the front myself?"
Stark watched Alvin pull out his phone and call Zhang Qiang. He shook his head helplessly and said, "You trust the Gun Club that much?
They haven't been as selfless as you seem to think. At the very least, the Gun Club supported that guy Zheng Xian when he joined the World Security Council."
Zhang Qiang's face appeared on Alvin's phone, and Alvin grinned. "A little self-interest is only natural. If the Gun Club were devoted solely to serving the people of the world, then I'd be worried.
Right, President Zhang?"
Dark circles hung beneath Zhang Qiang's eyes. He looked at Alvin helplessly and