"Say whatever you want, just like you normally do. Speak freely. I guarantee no one will ascend to heaven on the spot. Hmm... I'm actually very easy to talk to!"
Seeing that the councilors did not believe him, Russell first woke the unconscious people, then said reasonably, "I didn't directly control your minds and then seize control of Zion's entire military force. I think that already proves everything."
"Hurry up, councilors. I'm here to help you, not rule you!"
A stick followed by a carrot—an extremely simple tactic, yet the councilors all fell for it. The reason was simple: they were still sitting in the seats of the Supreme Twelve.
That felt pretty good!
The councilors exchanged glances. After a quiet discussion, an elderly female councilor at the head of the group spoke. "Mr. Russell, we want to know who exactly you represent, and what your purpose is in helping humanity."
The female councilor was quite old, with neatly groomed gray temples. She was clearly a very serious person.
"I watched Morpheus's conversation with you. His identity has already been revealed. The big shots don't like machine civilizations. It's that simple..."
Russell paused, then added, "I know you don't believe it, but please don't judge the big shots' thoughts with mortal logic. You aren't even on the same level. Their logic for viewing problems is worlds apart from yours. You could rack your brains forever and still never understand."
The councilors were helpless. Russell's fist was bigger, so they reluctantly accepted his explanation.
"Then how do you intend to help us?"
"Finally, you're asking the right question..."
Russell raised a brow and said solemnly, "Morpheus has already told you the truth about Zion, so I won't repeat it. Frankly speaking, the Mechanical Squids could wipe you out with ease. After