Kutch looked at the man and said, "In fact, with your strength, there is no need for you to work for the capitalists. As long as you are willing, any country can accept you. You could have lived a better life."
The man looked at Kutch, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "We are best at brainwashing. Are you trying to brainwash me instead? Then let me tell you, we are even above the country. Do you believe me? "
Kutch: "Don't you want to be free?"
"Yes!" The man said bluntly. "That's why I serve the capitalists. Because the capitalists are supreme. Does your so-called freedom allow you to kill people? Does it allow you to do what you want unscrupulously? It can't be, right? No country's laws can, but I serve the capitalists. No one will catch me even if I kill people. No matter who I kill, they will wipe my ass for me. Who is stronger and who is weaker? What do you think? "
Kutch narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "Are other people's lives so worthless in your eyes?"
The man sneered at Kutch. "Have you killed fewer people than I have, King of War? You are a war machine who has killed countless people, and you are talking to me about pity? Why are we strong? Isn't it to do whatever we want? When we take this step, we are destined to be different from ordinary people. We want to be above them. Do you know class? The blood that flows is to pave the way for class! "
Kutch: "I thought I was pitiful enough, but I didn't expect there to be someone more pitiful than me. Those capitalists have given you a little bit of inhumane power, and you have already lost your humanity to serve them. I guess your childhood must have been very dark. You must have been treated unfairly, so you hate the world."
The man didn't answer his question. Instead, he changed the topic. "I'm almost done talking to you. I'm here because I've received an order to hospitalize you or go to the morgue. Choose one."
Kutcher's brows furrowed, and he flipped the desk with his hand. Mr. R, who was opposite him, smashed the square desk with a punch, then grabbed Kutcher's neck with one hand and pushed him out of the French window on the third floor.
Bang!
The glass shattered. Mr. R grabbed Kutcher's neck and they both fell from the third floor. When they landed on the turf, Mr. R grabbed Kutcher's neck and slammed him down from the sky!
Kutcher's bones almost fell apart. He kicked Mr. R in the back and pushed him back. Mr. R rolled forward and stood up, then turned to look at Kutcher. His whole body was as cold as a killer's.
Before Kutcher could recover from his shock, Mr. R's fist came at him again, and Kutcher's fist collided with his! Both of them were sent flying a few steps back by the force of their fists.
Mister took three steps back, but Kutcher took five steps back!
Mr. R narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "Well done. You have been hiding your strength all these years. I didn't expect you to be half a step into R-class!"
In fact, if he didn't meet Xu Cheng, Kutcher really wouldn't be half a step into R-class. Because Xu Cheng had repaired his genes and indirectly strengthened some of Kutcher's genes and cells, his strength and state were very active. He was already on the verge of entering R-class.
Mr. R looked at him and said, "It's not easy to reach R-class. If you are willing to leave here and accept the organization's arrangement, your strength is enough for you to enter the knighthood and enjoy high-level treatment."
Kutcher: "I'd rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. Rather than being a lackey, I might as well be a king here!"
Mr. R sneered. "But your royal power can be destroyed in one day in the hands of others. It's too easy to destroy the Land of Mercenaries. Restricting your exports, trade, and economic sanctions will make your country forever a backward country. Sooner or later, there will be internal strife, and your government will be no different from the previous one."
Kutcher gritted his teeth. "That's still better than living in war all year round. Go back and tell your master that unless I die, the Land of Mercenaries will have a new government!"
"Then you can die now." A dagger suddenly appeared in Mr. R's hand, and he dashed forward like a gust of wind.
Kutcher was shocked and quickly backed away. The dagger slashed through the air less than 10 centimeters away from his neck, and the blade energy directly cut open a small piece of skin on his neck, causing blood to ooze out.
At this moment, beside the broken glass window on the third floor, Xu Cheng looked over and asked Kutcher, "I can see that you are no match for him. Do you need help?"
The corner of Mr. R's eyes slightly twitched. He looked at Xu Cheng on the glass window on the third floor. He had just seen this person and already suspected that this person was a master.
Kutcher wiped the blood off his neck and said to Xu Cheng, "Do you know why I didn't agree to cooperate with you? Because you are no different from this annoying guy in front of me. Your purpose is all for the resources of this country. "
Xu Cheng leaned against the wall and said, "At least I sincerely want to develop this place. If I wanted resources, I would have killed you a long time ago and just transported the crude oil out. Why would I keep you and the Earth Mercenary Group alive, and even let you establish a new country?"
Kutcher: "Because your ambition is not just the crude oil. You actually want to control this country, because you want to become the second family like Morgan and Cloffe, able to control the economy and power of a country."
Xu Cheng smiled. "I do have that thought, and I won't lie to you. But like I said, I won't meddle in your family's affairs in the future."
The conversation between the two made Mr. R not know whether to laugh or cry.
He looked up and sneered at Xu Cheng. "It's understandable for you to think this way at your age, but do you know that in this world, if you're not powerful enough, you'll become a b * stard? Whether it's Morgan or Cloffe, they are the legacy of hundreds of years of strict and rigorous training. If you want to become a family-style plutocrat like them, every generation of leaders must be strict with themselves. If any generation is lacking in experience, all the previous efforts will be wasted. But seeing that you are very ambitious, why don't you come with me? Maybe we are on the same path. Trust me. "
Xu Cheng: "Our paths are different. You guys want to control this world and become a super player, but I'm doing all this just so the world doesn't target me. Not to mention, we might be on the same side. You guys want to play with the world, but I don't want to be played. So, I'm afraid we are on opposite sides."
R: "Who do you represent? Tell me the name of your consortium. Maybe this is just a misunderstanding. "
Xu Cheng smiled. "I represent the NPC! I'm in charge of supervising the excessive actions of super players like you. Let me introduce myself, I'm a member of the 'Uninvited Guest'. "
Mr. R narrowed his eyes. "Uninvited Guest? Very good, I was just thinking about how to get rid of the 'Uninvited Guest' on the way here, in case there are forces that we can't control in the Land of Mercenaries, but you jumped out yourself. "
(End of this chapter)
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