marvel savior

Chapter 295 You have a chance to convince me
When all the heads of state were silently following their hearts, Victor's exhibition was not over yet.

It is still a real-time projection.

A Type 214 frigate flies out of the Battlestar, and the camera shows the perspective of the frigate. The earth, which is only the size of a fist, zooms in quickly, and hovers in the outer space of the earth after 2 seconds.

The projection turned and came to the cockpit of the frigate, revealing Steve's sunny face.

Victor waved his hand towards the projection, and said, "Steve, how do you feel as the No. 1 human on Earth who drives a space battleship?"

"What? Thoughts?" Steve in the projection twisted his neck, and said with difficulty: "If there was this little guy during World War II, I might not miss that ball."

Victor pursed his lips slightly—according to the script, this is not the line Steve should say.

"Very high evaluation." Victor changed the subject: "Alice, let me introduce the performance of this charming little guy."

"Okay, Chen." Alice replied.

"The Type 214 frigate is equipped with a small light-speed engine, which can accelerate to the speed of light within 0.1 milliseconds. It has a built-in gravity life support system, which can greatly offset the damage caused by light-speed navigation to the human body, reaching the limit that the human body can bear."

"The attack weapon is a small ship-borne light energy cannon. Because it is too small, there is no space to load the folding engine. The effective range is 10 light seconds, and it can destroy targets with a mass of less than [-] tons."

Alice introduced the data of the frigate in great detail, during which Steve also came to his senses, realized that he had said something wrong, and his face was serious.

Compared with Steve, the atmosphere at the scene was polarized.

The reporters and other people who eat melons naturally all showed admiration words. The performance of this frigate is simply outmatched by fighter jets.

Members of the Security Council and heads of state are even more restless.

The light speed engine has a strike range of 10 light seconds, can be driven by humans, and has a devastating blow to targets with a mass of less than [-] tons.

What does this mean?
This 214-type frigate can completely park on the edge of the moon and effectively strike any target on the earth, and the earth has no effective means of interception.

How to intercept the speed of light attack? Hey? !
And they didn't come from the same direction.

The speed of light engine allows the frigate to appear anywhere in the sky above the earth. As soon as the other side fires at close range, your side can be evaporated.

If Battlestar was the earth's nuclear bomb, then this frigate was a top killer, taking the lives of everyone present was as easy as picking something out of a pocket.

Can't be bothered.

There were some who had other thoughts just now, but now they all put away their thoughts and decided that no matter how loud Victor is, they will talk if they can, and respond first if they can't.

no way.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

I just hope that Victor doesn't intend to unify the earth, otherwise they really don't know what to do.

beat?
Did you hit it?

surrender?

Are they willing?
Regardless of the distress of the heads of state, after Alice introduced the performance of the frigate.

Victor looked at a black photographer with a smile and said: "Empty words are nothing, let Steve show you a demonstration."

With a swipe of his right hand, a black uncle with a scruffy beard was projected.

"The Renegade Illidan, the founder of the world's number one terrorist organization 'Iranian Sect', according to reliable information, he is planning to plan a suicide attack on Capitol Hill today, and he is currently lurking at our site."

When Victor's voice fell, it immediately caused a sudden change in the faces of the people present.

Many people noticed that Victor seemed to be staring at someone, and followed his gaze to look at the black photographer. The latter's face was flushed now, and his body was trembling as if he was struggling and exerting himself.

The surrounding people immediately dispersed, fearing that the terrorist's violent outburst would be affected.

The temporary counterattack scene did not appear.

After a brief struggle, the black photographer suddenly gave up and his face became calm.

He stretched out his hand from his pocket, holding something that looked like a remote control, causing the people around him to scream and back again and again.

But black photographers aren't pushing buttons.

He gently placed the remote control on the ground, then stiffly began to take off his jacket and turn it over. It was densely packed with light blue liquid glass tubes.

"Liquid bomb!" A knowledgeable person exclaimed: "It's a liquid bomb! This amount. My God! Is he going to overturn the entire venue?!"

The black photographer was unmoved, and after putting the liquid bomb vest on the ground, he stood there with his hands clasped, as if in a daze.

It was easily captured by the security personnel who came after hearing the news, and took it down together with the liquid bomb and the remote control.

until this time.

The black photographer seemed to come alive, struggling to jump at the remote control.

But how could the three burly men make them succeed?
A fist hit the back of the black photographer's neck unceremoniously, and with a crisp "click", the black photographer was basically paralyzed even if he was not dead, and was dragged out like a dead dog.

Victor clapped his hands at this time, attracting everyone's curious eyes—the strange behavior of the black photographer just now must have something to do with Victor.

"I know what you're thinking, but I'm sorry I didn't do anything this time." Victor shrugged and pointed to the corner of the venue. Three good-looking triplets stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

The three cuckoo sisters, as the resident teachers of Dawn Academy, are no strangers to many people present.

As people with telepathic abilities, they thought it was they who controlled the black photographer just now, so they didn't let him press the detonation button.

Although there are also a small number of people who are somewhat repelled by the telepathy of the three daughters of Esme, and are worried that their inner secrets will be pryed into, but most of them are still not stingy with their applause.

After the applause lasted for a few seconds, Victor pressed his hand a little, and everyone quieted down in cooperation, watching him and waiting for the next step.

Since Victor just said about the demo, shouldn't it be
as predicted.

Victor smiled mysteriously, and said, "I believe everyone's first sense of this Illidan is not very good. It just so happens that we also know his current hiding place, which is in Afghanistan."

"Then, let our first frigate pilot, Mr., try to avenge everyone."

at the same time.

A satellite image was connected to the projection, which was the figure of Illidan running out of a certain house in a panic.

It seems that he is also watching the live broadcast.

But that doesn't change his fate.

A ray of light flashed across the sky, and at the end it was Illidan himself, and it hit his forehead impartially, and then he turned into a handful of fly ash and disappeared.

This was directly evaporated by the high temperature of the light energy cannon, and even the sparks were saved.

Look at the ground again.

Except for some fly ash, he was not even a little bit involved in this precise strike.

This precision made everyone present shudder—some excited, some scared.

The projection ends here, and all projections are dissipated.

Only the projection of the Type 213 frigate remains.

Victor paced down from the debate stage, looked straight at the front row of bigwigs from all over the world with fearful, unwilling, and angry eyes, and smiled evilly.

then.

Just like the Dawn Building, he reached out and grabbed the projection of the frigate, pulled it into various parts with both hands, and marked the approximate model data.

Victor looked at the camera, smiled with eight shiny teeth, and said: "In addition to the teaching of magic, I was going to give the complete blueprint of the Type 213 frigate to Earth for free."

"But now, I regret it again, and you know the reason."

"but."

"You still have a chance to convince me."

"Persuade me to voluntarily hand over the magic, voluntarily hand over the design drawings."

"You have 15 minutes before I change my mind."

Victor's heart: "Come on, rainbow farts are not too much, please flatter me hard!"

(End of this chapter)