Chapter 713: 17. The coerced

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"I don't want to be here either. Trust me, Tony, even when I'm drunk the most, I don't want to be mixed with these bastards."
In a place far away from my hometown, I met a guy who was not a friend, but quite familiar, and filled the heart with depression and anger. The top military expert in the world, Holindhem. feel.
The dwarf-like guy glared fiercely at the mob around him, and he said to Tony:
"But unfortunately, everyone has weaknesses, and I have a daughter..."
"Ok."
Tobion doesn't need to go any further, Tony has already guessed what happened to this short military expert.
"Is Brigitta still safe?"
Tony looked around, he asked in a low voice:
"What do they want you to do for them?"
"It's safe."
The old engineer sighed helplessly, he said:
"The leaders of this mob will use bewitching magic, but fortunately, they need me and my Brigitta's talent in weapon design, so Brigitta is temporarily safe, oh, yes, Tony , You seem to have just been caught, but I am different. I have been trapped by them for almost 4 months, and..."
"And I made one for them..."
Speaking of which, Tobion suddenly stopped talking, and Tony couldn't help but ask:
"What did you create for them?"
Tobion turned his head and looked behind Tony with hatred, he said:
"A terrible thing."
"No, Mr. Tobion, please don't belittle your work, it's not'bad' stuff."
The familiar voice that made Tony grind his teeth rang behind him.
Tony looked back and looked at the "Saint" who had put on a flowing white robe, Mandalin, this quirky bastard carrying his hands behind his back, he seemed to hear Tony and Toby Ang's conversation.
And he ignored Tony's glare at all. He looked at the short engineer calmly. He said:
"Your talent in weapon design is shocking. Your Excellency, Tobion, used to use bows and sabers to conquer more than half of Europe, and now I have weapons as sharp as them... enough to make the whole The trembling weapon of the world, and it all comes from your amazing wisdom."
Mandalin chuckled a little, like a squinting viper, he looked at Tobion and he said:
"Despite this amazing wisdom, they are all hidden under an ugly body."
"You said NM!"
The grumpy old short engineer grabbed his glass and tried to smash Mandalin, as if he was going to perform his open scoop technique on the spot, but at the same time, more than 7 guns hit his head, and Tony also reached out and stopped A grumpy companion.
He says:
"Don't be impulsive...think Brigitta."
"Yes, Mr. Tony is very reasonable."
Mandalin turned around, and under the of a few indifferent, gloomy men in white robes and hoods, he sat in a chair in the middle of the hall, he said:
"Think about your daughter, Mr. Tobion. I am threatening you, and I believe that this threat is enough to calm you down."
"Asshole!"
The old engineer was almost furious to crush the cup in his hand, but under the comfort of Tony, he finally did not continue to provoke.
Mandalin didn't seem to care about Tobion's provocation either. He didn't seem to take Tobion's anger at all. It seemed meaningless, and everyone seemed to be meaningless.
This is undoubtedly a arrogant and disgusting guy, anyone will hate his kind of high, cold eyes like the king.
"Okay, gentlemen."
Mandalin stretched out his gaudy right hand against a ring full of fingers, and picked up the glass on his hand. He lifted the glass. At this moment, an invisible spiritual force spread out in the hall, letting whispering The lobby became quiet.
He looked at more than a dozen people in the hall. Except for Tobion, who was controlled in advance, everyone, including Tony, was caught on the way to the Vienna Conference of the Future Science and Technology Foundation.
They all suffered the same treatment as Tony. Most of them were uneasy. Of course, there were a few people with haggard expressions and a look of indulgence.
This is natural, and not every scientist, like Tony Stark, can refuse the temptation from beauty.
"I wanted to meet you in a more peaceful scene."
Mandalin said softly:
"But unfortunately, because of some external factors, I have to "invite" you here in this slightly rude way, but please believe that I sincerely want to ask for your help, I need your wisdom , I need you to do something for me."
"Don't worry, you guys, I won't let you put on the armor and put your weapons to fight the enemy desperately, that's too stupid and too wasteful."
Mandalin said sincerely:
"I just need you to do what you do best, change some data, change some procedures, change some things, change some rules. As long as you are willing to cooperate and be friends with me, then, in the end, you will stand by my side , Change the world with me."
He put the wine glass to his mouth and sipped his wine. In the silent hall of the raven, he continued:
"Some of you smart people have already guessed what I need you to do. Ha ha, like Mr. Tony, your beating eyes and frowning brows represent that you already know your task."
"Snapped"
He snapped his fingers gently, and in the shine of the ring in his hand, a marked map was projected into the minds of all the scientists present. The marked place was in Europe. To be precise, Eichwalde, Germany area.
Tony's eyes widened.
If before, he just doubted Mandalin’s motives, then now, he is finally sure what this wise, decent, but actually crazy crazy wants to do!
Because in the Eichenwalde region, there is only one thing that can be related to the scientists of the Future Technology Foundation!
"Intelligent Machine Center..."
Tony said the name of that thing, and beside him, the old engineer Tobion flashed a terrified look on his face, and he knew what Mandalin was about to do.
"clever!"
Mandalin held a glass of wine and looked at Tony. The quirky guy with a babe said very much to Tony:
"Mr. Stark, your sharp thinking will make you my best follower. After my empire is established, maybe you are willing to be my prime minister? Well, maybe the Minister of Science and Technology is more appropriate?"
"Well, now that the answer has been revealed, let's talk in a more candid way."
Mandalin stood up. He placed the glass on the table and said to the dumbfounded scientists:
"The things you want to hide, the secrets you don't want to tell everyone, the hidden powers, the force enough to change the world's pattern, these are the things I want you to help me get!"
"A war hall that can continuously produce robot soldiers who are not afraid of death! They are used to make worthless industrial robots...They have so much steel, but they have built a shell to protect themselves."
"Of course, your leaders clearly understand what the Intelligence Hub can do, but while they are eager to hold that power in their hands, they are also faintly afraid of what it will bring."
Mandalin sarcastically said:
"They use statutes and ridiculous agreements to limit this power, but no one dared to reach out and hold it."
"I will be the first one, well, in your words, the first person to eat a crab. When your leaders play the rule-abiding children, I have quietly locked in the victory."
"Do not!"
Of all the listeners, it was clear that not everyone agreed with Mandalin’s extreme statement. An old gentleman with white hair stood up. He clenched his fists and shouted to others:
"Don't listen to him! Once the Intelligence Machine Center falls, it will make the whole world into war! Tens of millions of innocent people will die..."
"Well, right."
The old gentleman's words were interrupted by the finger extended by Mandalin. Under the ever-changing gravitational pull, the ground under the old gentleman's feet collapsed strangely, as if there were invisible ghost claws tearing his legs , Drag him below the ground.
He couldn't make a sound, he couldn't even resist.
In just a few seconds, the cracked ground closed again, and there were no traces of anyone except for a few drops of blood. The puppet-like maids immediately stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and moved Wipe the blood clean.
Mandalin is a neat tyrant.
"Tens of millions of innocent people will die, and he is the first..."
Mandalin did something insignificant. He withdrew his fingers and said to the other people who were terrified:
"It's rude, everyone, but I don't like someone interrupting my speech. Those who are not educated should be beaten hard...well, let's continue with the topic just now."
"I know you have tangles in your heart, I know you have fears in your heart, and fear what kind of changes you will bring to the world, but want me to say, friends, change is a good thing."
Mandalin stood in the crowd and talked eloquently. He tried to confuse people. He said:
"My ancestor, the great Genghis Khan once conquered most of the world with a terrible war. In addition to the horror legends and deaths that can not be forgotten so far, he also brought changes to the world, new ideas, new patterns, The legacy he left is still influencing this world. See, I gave examples, can you still say that change is a bad thing?"
No one responded to him, nor did he need to respond.
He is a lunatic. There is no common language between normal people and lunatics.
"War is just a tool for the king to change the world, and those dead and wounded are just the victims of rule changes. That is just a bunch of numbers. Everyone in the whole world dies every moment, and the death that a war can bring, and those who naturally die Compared with people, it is not worth mentioning."
"We want to change the world, how can it be possible without paying the price?"
Mandalin spread his arms and looked into the eyes of those people, but unfortunately, he didn't see the approval he wanted to see.
This made the tyrant feel dissatisfied, he returned to his chair, he said to everyone:
"You always think that the choice is difficult, but in fact it is very simple, don't make the problem too complicated. You only need to consider two issues."
"Life or death?"
"They, or you?"
Mandalin raised his finger, and the thugs around the hall raised their arms. In the sound of the bullet being loaded, his finger slowly bent downwards. Perhaps a few seconds later, there will be a terrible massacre here.
"You should know that you are not the only smart people in this world. The reason you are here is because you are the best of them... I am a little bit impatient, friends, please tell me your answers Right."
Under the icy threat of Mandalin, the silent people shivered, and the atmosphere at the scene was almost suppressed, as if an invisible storm was brewing.
"Enough! I will help you..."
The first person who could not resist the pressure was a lady who raised her hands in tears and was taken away from the hall by the maid behind.
When any group is faced with any difficult choice, once it has the first leader, then the stubborn persistence seems to be meaningless, and soon one after another will succumb.
After 2 minutes, only the last few people were left in the hall.
In addition to Tony and Tobion, there is the last person, he is also very old, his hair is almost gone, facing Mandalin's cold gaze, he sighed and reached for the table. Wine glass, he looked at where the old gentleman disappeared, he said:
"You just killed my best friend, even though he always quarreled with me... and my conscience does not allow me to obey you."
"Aren't you willing to bow your head to the king?"
Mandalin said:
"Is it because of my inner arrogance? Or because the pain of losing my friend overwhelms you? If I tell you... Can I resurrect him?"
"That's not the point."
The old man smiled warmly at Tony and Tobion. He took a sip of wine and tossed the glass on the ground. He reached out and adjusted his clothes. He said to Mandalin:
"The key is that there are many delusions like you in history, but unfortunately there has never been a real record in history."
"You guys will always underestimate our courage, especially when we protect our brothers and sisters, our children, and the rules we adhere to..."
He stared bravely at the tyrant in front of him. He took the folded stationery from his pocket and whispered:
"It's a pity that I can't participate in the seminars of the Foundation, and I have prepared a great speech... As for you, fanatics, you will fail, just like your brutal ancestor!"
"stop!"
"boom"
There was a gunshot, and in the roar of Tony, the flying bullet penetrated the old man’s heart. He fell in the pool of blood, and the pieces of paper held in his hand flew in the air, and finally landed on the ground, symbolizing a life. Passing away.
There was a contemptuous smile on Mandalin's mouth, and he turned to look at Tony, who was standing in place, and Tobion, who had been pressed on the ground by the mob, but was still struggling to roar.
He leaned back in his chair, and it seemed that his death was nothing to him.
He asked:
"Now, it's your two..."
"Before you answer, to prevent you from being stunned by anger, I have to remind you that there are two women in my hands."
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