"Are you kidding me?! If you don't tell lies, why don't you be silenced??
How the hell am I supposed to deceive those idiots--ugh!!"
Su Ming just finished speaking.
A loud complaint came from the crowd of officials.
The sound is loud and very real.
The person who spoke opened his eyes in disbelief, realizing that he had "shouted" his heart out.
Subconsciously, he covered his mouth with both hands.
But it's too late.
The other officials covered their mouths when they saw this.
Try hard not to let yourself have any inner fluctuations.
The fear flashing in their eyes was quickly replaced by ashes of death.
Because this guy named Su Ming seems to have activated some kind of magic just now.
They had to strictly follow his words.
Seek truth from facts...
How about drawing inferences from one instance?
Don't we have to tell the truth about spying on girls taking a shower in kindergarten?
It's over...
"Coax--"
The people around the square understood and burst into noisy laughter.
These former high-ranking officials are now in such a predicament, and it is entirely their own fault.
Let people eat a big melon happily.
Presumably, the survey results released in the future will bring them more surprises.
People were talking a lot.
Marvel at the god-like ability of Su Ming.
I admire even more the way Su Ming handled this matter.
One link after another, no move could stop him.
The name Crimson Silver Baron seems to be breaking out of the superhero rankings from this moment on.
Climb towards a higher position.
The detectives on one side of the square woke up from a dream.
"Oops! I understand!"
They slapped their foreheads in unison.
There was a "pop" sound...
Su Ming This reduces the difficulty of their investigation to the level of fools.
Any individual can make these officials spontaneously confess all their crimes.
It took 0.1 seconds to respond.
They walked away and took out the handcuffs from their waist.
Like a chicken rushing towards a pile of rice, it ran towards a group of "honest" officials.
What a free achievement!!
Dead legs, run for me--!
A kind of secret agent, special service, agent...
Regardless of whether he was responsible for a duty-related crime or not, his eyes were red at the moment.
Before it was because of anger, now it is because of excitement.
Being able to punish these guys with your own hands would be a real pleasure for them!
Even if there is no performance recorded, it is still worth it!
Over Capitol Hill, Galactic Fleet has not completely left.
Quill picked his ears out of boredom.
Su Ming is suspended in the sky. At his feet are chaotic squares, lying corpses, sinners locked by cause and effect, and the still echoing people's shouts and arguments with Avengers.
He did not judge those people just now, but chose restraint and trust.
Leave the responsibility for reconstruction to humanity itself.
However, his eyes reflected the sea of stars and Causality.
But I penetrated the majestic but decaying stone wall of U.S. Capitol and saw something deeper.
--That is not a physical structure, but countless false promises, dirty deals, and laws distorted by power.
And the "karma" accumulated by the ultimate lie wrapped in the cloak of democracy.
This building symbolizes America and even the beacon of democracy in the Western world.
At this moment, in his eyes, it seemed like a huge tombstone piled up by the wails of countless twisted souls and the rotten mud of power.
A trace of disgust slowly crept into his eyes.
No words are needed.
Su Ming raises his hand and points to Capitol Building--
Built in 1973, this complex covers an area of approximately 162,000 square meters and is the largest neoclassical building complex in the world.
Speak calmly:
"Quill, blast it."
Star-Lord jumped up in the driver's seat with a start.
With a hint of arrogance and the excitement of finally being able to express his anger:
"Roger! Guys, the fireworks show begins!
Target that big house and give me an interstellar-standard demolition!!"
In an instant, thousands of Guardians of the Galaxy spacecraft were hovering in the sky.
The main and secondary guns all lit up with ferocious light! The hum of concentrated energy instantly overwhelmed the noise on the ground.
"Fire in the hole--!!!"
Star-Lord screamed strangely and pressed the launch button fiercely.
Boom--! Boom boom boom--!!!
A deafening explosion rent the air!
Thousands of spaceships fired in unison!
Amidst the deafening explosion, the U.S. Capitol area instantly turned into purgatory--
The energy beam tore apart the building, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed like an ink dragon.
Huge granite fragments smashed around like angry hailstones, and the pungent smell of burning and ozone filled the air.
The scene is rough, chaotic, and full of the brutal beauty of "big bricks flying".
The people lowered their bodies in fear, Avengers opened up their defenses, and looked solemnly at the destructive power displayed by the alien fleet.
Su Ming, suspended in the sky, frowned slightly.
His extraordinary senses clearly "see" every dirty ashes in the smoke.
I heard the sound of every piece of gravel falling to the ground.
I smelled the foul smell mixed with burning building materials and organic matter.
"Wait, Quill..."
Su Ming sounded again with a voice of obvious disgust.
"Zhongmou? Boss?"
Quill is having a great time, but the boss has to give her face.
A sweet voice came from the megaphone.
"PM2.5--it exceeds the standard and pollutes the environment."
Su Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Milano speechlessly. The voice clearly reached everyone's ears:
In the cockpit, Star-Lord Peter·Quill was shaking his legs to the rhythm of the explosion.
His movements froze instantly, his mouth opened wide enough to fit a Tella jumping frog.
The inner OS is swiping the screen like crazy:
"WTF??? What the hell is PM?
Exceeding the standard???
Pollute... pollute the environment???
Isn't it the boss who asked me to blast you?!
They are having a great time!!
We need to pay attention to environmental protection when demolishing a building???
What kind of cosmic-level Party A's father's request is this?
I am fighting! Fighting!
It's not interstellar housekeeping service that does hygiene, boss!!"
The expressions on his face are wonderful:
From excitement to confusion, and then to a
"Who am I and where am I? Has my boss been penetrated by the spirit of some environmental virgin?"
Suspicion status.
Drax next to him scratched his head in confusion:
"Peter, the boss said... dirty?"
Rocket made a sharp and hilarious laugh without any hesitation:
"Hahaha! Idiot! He said the cosmic garbage you created is dirtier than my mechanical scrap pile!"
Ignoring Quill's confusion and Rocket's ridicule, Su Ming already raised his finger.
"Crack!"
A soul-freezing power descended--
That thick smoke covered the entire Capitol Hill ruins area, billowing and blocking the sky.
It's like being held by an invisible giant hand.
It collapsed inward in an instant, turning from a huge smoke cloud into a tiny, pitch-black dot.
Huge building fragments flew all over the sky and fell like meteorites.
No matter how big or small, the moment you come into contact with this power.
Decompose and dissipate silently, as if it had never existed.
The raging flames on the ground seemed to have been drained of all energy and the foundation of existence.
Even the process of extinguishing it is omitted and it disappears directly into thin air.
Deafening explosions, building collapses, debris falling to the ground...
All noise was replaced by absolute silence.
One second ago, it was a Hell-like sea of fire, thick smoke, and rain of gravel.
The next second, it seemed as if someone pressed the cosmic "delete button" and "mute button".
Clean.
Smooth.
Dead silence.
All that was left was a huge, mirror-smooth, bottomless hemispherical crater.
The pit wall is a perfect crystal arc, reflecting the sky and Galactic Fleet hovering in the air.
Not a trace of smoke, not a bit of debris, not a spark of flame...
Even the air seemed to have been purified and was strangely fresh.
Quill opened his mouth wide in the flagship, and the muzzle of the gun that had just been fired still had residual heat:
"Wow... this... this is much cleaner than my fireworks..."
The tone was full of shock and a hint of frustration.