The picture on the screen suddenly changed.

Revealing a large area of ​​desolate and silent ruins.

Deadly silence and desolation.

It was the old industrial area that was ravaged after a battle between Mu Cang's clone and Wu Zhan.

Real-time shooting from a drone flying high above.

Everyone in the conference room saw at first glance the huge sinkhole with a diameter of several hundred meters in the ruins.

Then, I saw circles of large and small charred black holes outside the sinkhole.

As the drone continued to fly and take pictures, they saw the ruins covered with tragic potholes, with a diameter of several kilometers.

Outside the core explosion area, there are still a large number of ruins of building debris piled up.

Looking up, I saw that it was full of rubble and broken tiles.

The whole place collapsed and turned into wasteland.

This is the core of the abandoned old industrial zone in the capital city after being bombed by Mu Cang's clone's Thunder King Light Killing Cannon.

Everyone's pupils were shocked and turned pale with horror.

After the battle in Shendu, this was the first time they faced this scene.

For a moment, I felt so complicated that it was hard to describe.

The entire conference room was silent.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

After a long time, a strong officer said in fear with cold sweat on his head:

"If this kind of attack falls...in the center of the city...then..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone's pupils shrank and their hearts felt cold.

They know that if the prince really hits the city center, then...

It is estimated that no matter how big a city is, it will be destroyed in an instant.

By then, the number of casualties will also skyrocket.

The number of people killed must be at least seven figures!

"Alas~~"

An older official sighed and took off his glasses, looking dazed and saying:

"This kind of power was placed in ancient times... no, even in modern times, even in modern times, I think it can be called a god!"

After hearing this comment, everyone in the conference room fell into deep silence.

Yes.

Even in this era of scientific prosperity.

Although he knew that Prince Mu Cang was definitely a human being.

But in the face of this terrifying force that can be called destructive.

Everyone was stunned for a moment...

It’s really Mu Cang’s strength.

It has completely exceeded their cognitive limits.

Completely unscientific.

So I can only feel shocked.

Someone suddenly said: "Everyone, this is just the prince's clone. What I mean is, how strong must his true body be?!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became even heavier.

After the atmosphere was solemn for a while, a middle-aged noble took a deep breath and said slowly:

"I think we seem to be a little too negative. You must know that the one who has this kind of power is our prince of Daxia!"

Everyone was stunned.

React instantly.

Yes!

This is not a foreigner possessing such power, nor is it an alien, or even a cynical civilian.

This kind of power belongs to their prince, the future emperor of Daxia.

So what’s there to be afraid of?!

"Haha."

A top official in charge of intelligence work shook his head and laughed, "Oh, this is an occupational disease. As soon as you see a threatening person or thing, you subconsciously want to control him."

"Our future Emperor, no matter how powerful he is, is still our Emperor."

Say so.

But there was one thing he didn't dare to say.

That is, would Mu Cang, who possesses such terrifying power, really be willing to continue to be an emperor in name only after he ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor?

If it were you...would you be willing?

More than one person thought of this.

There is absolutely no fool who can participate in this secret meeting.

After everyone thought of this, their expressions changed drastically.

At this moment, the military marshal sitting at the head of the round table suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Some time ago, there was a revival of spiritual energy in the world. A few of us old men held a meeting on the group of extraordinary beings to address this issue.

At that time, I raised a question at the meeting."

"If there really is a supernormal being who can single-handedly attack a country in the future, how will ordinary people like us get along?

How would he view this Blue Star social system formed by former compatriots?

What kind of behavior will he...do?"

Everyone looked shocked and turned to look at the old man.

The old marshal continued: "Here, I have to thank the intelligence department for their hard work.

According to their statistics, the number of people with super powers around the world is increasing dramatically every day.

Because some small and weak countries have no ability to respond, they have always been in a situation where they are at a loss. They basically leave this group alone without any control, or in other words, they have no ability to control it.

At the same time, there are some areas controlled by warlords, which go to the other extreme.

There, once a person with super powers is discovered, he will be arrested by the authorities and thrown into prison.

There may even be more egregious behaviors, such as conducting cruel human experiments or selling them to multinational pharmaceutical groups."

Having said this, he lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and said:

"At that meeting, some people believed that superpowers represent the evolution of human beings and should be strongly supported and given a certain social status and wealth.

Some people also believe that superpowers can no longer be regarded as human beings and are aliens. Especially because this group is extremely threatening and unpredictable, controls should be strengthened and implemented immediately and strictly."

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Then...which faction do you belong to?"

The old man glanced at him and said with a smile: "As everyone knows, I have always been a neutral, so I think both support and control should be used, a two-pronged approach."

"What I want to say is that everyone in our society has always had a score sheet.

Based on his daily behavior and its impact, others will rate him, and he will rate others.

The more positive points he has, the more hidden benefits he will get.

For example, being trusted by others and trusted by society.

He will be called kind, sincere, generous, kind, etc.

He will not reject this feeling.

If there are too many negative points, he will be labeled as despicable, insidious, shameless, unfaithful, etc.

At that time, he will be abandoned by society and cast aside by others, making it difficult for him to move forward. He may even be imprisoned, and his life will be completely destroyed.

The most important thing is that he will feel that... he does not belong to them and is redundant, which is particularly fatal."

The old man's tone gradually increased: "Everyone, people are always social animals. No matter what era or what the social structure becomes, experienced people are needed to assist the superiors in managing the world.

If the era of the super-realistic dictatorship of the world in film and television works really comes, then we must let him give us as many positive points as possible before it comes."

"So that we will not suffer too many losses in that new era, and this country will not suffer too many losses."

Others said with complicated expressions: "What do you mean?"
To be continued...