MM Racing Chapter 461: Who's in favor, who's opposed?
Chapter 461: Who's in favor, who's opposed?
Yes, Old Mo went to the meeting alone, completely disregarding them.
Old Mo walked into the Black Palace, where he was greeted at the entrance by Bellek and his deputy governor.
Those currently on the side of Bellec and the Vice-Governor are friendly towards Old Murder and hope for peaceful negotiations.
However, some pro-war individuals remained seated in the conference room, refusing to come down and greet Old Mo.
Old Mo was unaware of these things and followed Bellek and the others to the conference room.
As soon as he entered the conference room, everyone's eyes fell on Lao Mo.
Ignoring them, Lao Mo walked straight to the head seat and plopped down.
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Bellek.
Bellek gave an awkward smile and quickly said, "Do whatever you want! Getting things done is the most important thing, getting things done is the most important thing."
So Bellec and the deputy governor sat down to Old Murdoch's left.
The conference table was packed. Looking at it this way, it seemed that Old Murdoch was more like the governor. And these people all looked like Old Murdoch's subordinates.
Those who advocated for war were absolutely furious. They all glared angrily at Bellek.
Bellek and the vice-governor glared at them. In the end, they didn't dare to say a word.
Old Mo spoke up: "Alright. Since you called me here to negotiate, then I'll talk to you. I'm a peace-loving person. So, what do you want to talk about?"
All eyes turned to Bellek.
Bellek began, "Respected Mr. Meryl Strength, you are a superhuman with powerful abilities. I believe we shouldn't be enemies; we can be friends. Don't you agree?"
Old Mo looked at him and asked, "What do you mean? Get to the point. Don't be so vague, I don't understand."
Bellek coughed and said, "What I mean is, Mr. Murdoch, you're too capable. Could you please stop causing trouble for us in the US in the future?"
Old Mo chuckled and said, "Didn't you guys ask me to come? What, you can't stand it now and want to kick me out? Sorry, I'm not leaving!"
The scene fell silent instantly.
If Lao Mo doesn't leave, he'll go to each city one by one and buy their goods for free. How can they possibly stand that? As long as Lao Mo is alive, they can forget about developing their businesses.
Bellek gave an awkward laugh and said in a humble tone, "Mr. Murdoch, how about this? From now on, we're allies. As long as you don't cause trouble in the US, you can just give me a call if you need anything, and I'll take care of it. OK?"
Old Mo smiled slightly and said, "You don't want me to cause trouble in the US, do you? You want to be allies, right? That's not impossible. However, you have to agree to three conditions. As long as you agree to these three conditions, we will be allies from now on."
Bellek quickly replied, "Please speak."
Old Mo nodded, looked around, and said, "First, eliminate all the cyborgs. I know you can produce them, and you can destroy them. After they're destroyed, they can't be produced again. That's my first condition. Can you agree to that?"
The scene fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. This is our country's most promising project; we cannot stop it."
"Yes. Why should we destroy it? Isn't that like cutting off our own arm? We can't do that. Your condition is too much."
Those who advocated for war immediately started shouting.
However, before they could finish calling out, they suddenly realized that Old Mo, who was in the main seat, was gone.
The next second, Old Mo appeared behind the guy who was shouting the loudest, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him hard onto the table.
The guy's nose slammed onto the conference table with a thud, splattering blood everywhere.
Old Mo suddenly had a hammer in his right hand, and he swung it at the man's head.
"puff……"
Blood splattered everywhere.
Old Mo didn't stop. He took the big iron hammer and kept hammering it down on the man's head.
The scene was too bloody.
Everyone at the scene was stunned; not a single person dared to make a move. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and could only watch helplessly as Old Mo smashed the guy's head into a pulp.
Today they finally witnessed Old Mo's superpower; it turned out he could teleport.
Old Mo smashed the guy's head into a pulp before dumping his body on the ground like trash.
He raised his head, shrugged, and twisted his neck.
Then he asked calmly, "Is there anyone else who disagrees?"
The scene was deathly silent. Looking at Lao Mo, there was nothing but terror in his eyes.
"Very well, since no one has any objections, let's continue our discussion."
After finishing his sentence, Lao Mo darted back to his seat, as if he had never left it at all.
A chill ran through everyone's hearts once again.
This time, they truly witnessed how terrifying Old Mo was.
Bellek wasn't too afraid and asked, "Mr. Merriam, we agree to your first condition. What is your second condition?"
Old Mo nodded and said, "The second condition is that you Americans can no longer manufacture peaceful weapons. Who agrees, and who disagrees?"
what?
Everyone gaped in astonishment.
This thing was their means of turning their lives around, and now they can't even do it? What's the point of playing around then? Isn't that just leaving them vulnerable to being slaughtered?
"No, absolutely not. If we don't even have weapons for peace, won't we be at the mercy of others? That's unacceptable."
"That's right. We can barely accept the absence of cyborgs, but without weapons of peace, we'll have no voice on the international stage."
On the side of the pro-war faction, someone started shouting again.
Old Mo suddenly had a gun in his hand and fired two shots.
The two guys who were just yelling there suddenly got shot in the head and fell under the table.
I heard gunshots.
The door was slammed open, and a large group of soldiers rushed in with guns.
Old Mo sat there, fiddling with the gun in his hand, without saying a word.
Bellek quickly stood up and shouted at the soldiers to stop.
"Who let you in? Get out!"
When the soldiers saw that the governor had spoken, they quickly withdrew and closed the door again.
The scene fell silent once again.
Old Mo asked calmly, "Now, is there anyone still who objects?"
Silence fell over the room again. Who dared to object? Anyone who did was lying under the table.
This Asian man is too brutal.
Old Mo laughed: "No one objects, so that means everyone agrees. Very good. Now, I'll state my third condition. Didn't you just say you felt unsafe without peaceful weapons?"
How about this? I'll have our side send some troops over to protect you, so you can live happily. Wouldn't that make everyone safe?
Of course, we don't protect you for nothing; you just need to give us a small amount of garrison fees each month. Who agrees? Who disagrees?