Blackstone Code

Amid applause, Mr. Responsibility left the podium and stood with his manager after walking off the stage.

"I hope the content will be more serious next time." It watched intently as the second place winner said his acceptance speech on the stage.

Its agent was stunned for a moment and whispered, "But everyone likes it very much."

Mr. Responsibility still didn't look at him, always looking at the guy on the stage, acting extremely serious.

At this moment, an eye suddenly grew on the side of its neck, staring directly at its manager, "Authority shouldn't be funny, you should be able to understand what I mean."

"I hope I can be an authority rather than a funny actor or something."

The agent, who was almost startled by the sudden growth of eyes, was a little frightened and his speech became less coherent, "But... you know, everyone thinks Mr. Lynch is also a humorous person."

Mr. Responsible slowly turned his head and looked at his agent, "He is a human being, and I am the strongest among the evolved ones. Use your shrunken cerebellum to think carefully about what I said."

It grinned a very fake smile, then turned back to watch the guys on the stage telling funny jokes, and listening to the laughter of the weak humans around it, it felt a little ironic.

It, they, should be a more advanced species, not a little trick used to please humans.

Of course, before they can't do what they want to do, necessary hibernation is also necessary, but it will not let itself become a clown in order to better integrate.

One day in the future, people will play out what it has done to make fun of its past of wagging its tail at humans.

The agent didn't dare to say anything more, he could only keep it in his heart.

After all, this is a monster!

After the dinner, Mr. Responsible took the initiative to find the other six people and stayed.

"We need a captain to be unified in charge of all work, including our lives."

Mr. Fatty patted his big belly. He didn't expect that such a harmless and silly image like his could be selected into the Super Star Team. It was just like a dream.

The same is generally true for others, but this does not mean that they are really convinced by their ranking.

Everyone is an evolver. You are popular just because you operate well. It does not mean that I am not as good as you.

So when Mr. Responsibility proposed this idea, others with different expressions did not respond.

After a while, Mr. Responsibility continued, "I talked with Mr. Lynch, and he is supportive of our superstar team having a captain."

"I'm actually not very familiar with you. I'm not sure what your abilities are and what you're good at."

"So I can only recommend myself to be the first captain, and I hope you can support me."

Mr. Fatty didn't speak. He still maintained his previous appearance, patting his belly without saying a word.

The first person to object was the second-ranked "Mr. Chariot", a lump of muscle, maybe even his brain looked like a biceps.

She was very big, and when she looked at Mr. Responsible, she seemed to be condescending, "Why?"

"It sounds like you want us all to support you?"

"Can you tell me why?"

"You don't think that just because you are the most popular, it means you are the strongest, right?"

"No way, right?"

"Why are there still such days..."

The next second, Mr. Responsibility pinched Mr. Chariot's muscles with one hand, and the latter's eyes were about to bulge out.

It slowly lowered its head and looked at the muscles that had been pinched and deformed. Its eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, and then it slapped Mr. Responsible with a huge slap.

It feels that it is the strongest among this group of people, and it loses to Mr. Responsible in the ranking just because its appearance is not so pleasing.

After all, not everyone likes muscle sticks.

Mr. Responsible raised his arm, but there was a sound of metal hitting.

Chariot's arm has hardened to look like a giant piece of metal, while Mr. Responsibility's arm has transformed into a knife.

The blade was stuck on the surface of the metal arm and was not eaten into it, while more of the body surface was getting stained with the sheen of metal.

Mr. Chariot smiled cruelly, "It seems we have added a new member..."

These monsters are not so "merciful" to their own kind.

Mr. Responsible didn't even move much. He exerted force on his arm again and one of his palms flew out.

Chariot looked at his severed arm in disbelief. One of its innate abilities was to make its limbs harder and stronger after being metalized!

When it is prepared, it is not even afraid of heavy firepower attacks!

Of course, these are all time-limited, and it cannot persist for too long, otherwise the energy in the body will be consumed too quickly, and it will lose its mind and become out of control.

When out of control, it doesn't even know its own form, and it tries its best to avoid doing so.

It never thought that it would be hurt so easily, just like a piece of paper.

Then it fell into a state of rage. Violent people often have bad tempers. The other monsters immediately left the place and stood around to continue watching.

It took barely a few seconds for the broken wrist to grow a new hand, and at the same time it was also unmetallized.

Maintaining metallization requires a lot of energy. Since metallization cannot withstand Mr. Responsibility's sharp blade, there is no need to waste this energy.

Its huge body began to shrink, and a hole the size of a finger appeared on the surface of the body from time to time. Waves of heat and steam were spitting out, and a sense of oppression began to spread around.

"I'm going to be serious."

Mr. Responsible took off his gold-rimmed glasses, inserted them into his chest pocket, and unbuttoned the collar and cuffs of his shirt at the same time, "I'm in a hurry."

Still being looked down upon so casually, Mr. Chariot disappeared in an instant, and his blurry shadow pressed towards Mr. Responsible with huge wind pressure.

The latter just took a step back, crouched down, and then slammed forward, raising his hands back, causing everyone onlookers to take a breath.

Mr. Chariot, who appeared more than ten meters away from Mr. Responsible, had two criss-crossing and everted wounds on his upper body, which were slowly healing.

Its black eyes are slowly dissipating, which is one of the signs of losing control.

Mr. Responsible frowned and took a step forward. Just when the sole of the shoe was almost close to the ground and the sound of stepping was about to be heard, it also disappeared!

When it appeared again, it was half-crouched on Mr. Chariot's back.

His hands turned into sharp blades and stabbed at the opponent's body crazily. Mr. Chariot seemed to want to grab Mr. Responsibility on his back, but it could never catch the opponent.

Its body began to undergo some weird changes, and a new round of distortions began to appear uncontrollably. This was one of the signs that it was losing control!

"Mr. Lynch, do you want me to stop them?"

In another room, Lin Qi sat on a high-backed chair with his legs crossed through the surveillance equipment, watching the battle in the hall with a calm expression.

He shook his head, "No, since I agreed to it, let it handle the internal matters of the team by itself."

Mr. A was a little worried. Lynch glanced at it and said, "Are you afraid that it will grow too fast?"

Mr. A did not deny it, "According to the plan, more resources will be tilted towards it and its team. I can deal with two, or three of them, but not more."

"If it and its team breed some ideas that they shouldn't have..."

Lin Qi looked at it with a half-smile, "You are not the only one who is smart. They will not rebel in a short time."

"As for the future?"

He couldn't help laughing, "Even if they want to rebel, they have to be able to stand in front of me."

"Don't worry, such beautiful real battles are rare."

Mr. A looked at Lin Qi's back and frowned slightly. He felt that Lin Qi had a careless and unscrupulous attitude, and seemed not to be afraid of anyone harming him.

Sometimes Mr. A wonders whether Lynch has evolved, but it doesn't have the same feeling as when facing the same kind of people.

This makes it very contradictory and makes it more cautious.

During the brief chat, the battle on the screen also entered a white-hot state, and a huge rolling mountain of meat appeared in the hall.

The sight of a complete body that has completely lost its human form makes people feel frightened.

This is the truest face of all monsters.

Its reason has been completely replaced by instinct and desire, so it is no longer constrained by reason and wisdom, and conforms to its own coordination of "safety" and "concealment", completely releasing all its energy!

Looking at this mountain of flesh that was constantly rolling and the flesh and blood that kept hitting it, Mr. Responsible showed an expression of impatience.

After it dodged two attacks and pulled away slightly, it also began to give up restraining its own reason, but it did not give up completely, and still retained a part of it.

Its body shape also began to change, becoming larger, its body became more twisted and beautiful, and its surface was covered with a metallic luster.

Its entire body seemed to have turned into a... battle ax with limbs and a torso, and the sharp blade formed a hollow blade bone on its head.

The hands and arms also changed from ordinary long blades to a weapon between a knife and an axe.

Everyone retreated further, no one wanted to be affected by this battle.

At the same time, they were also very excited because they discovered that there seemed to be some other "speeds" between complete loss of control and complete sanity.

Mr. Responsibility is covered with blades all over its body. It is also very fast and very flexible.

Obviously the meat mountain is bigger, but it is difficult to cause any actual damage to it.

On the contrary, every attack it makes will leave deep scars on Roshan's body...