Chapter 191: The Principle of Not Killing Is a Mao!
The horizon was vast, and Ian could see what was happening on the ground as soon as he swept over.
Soldiers engaged in heavy weapons and struck a tunnel at the edge of the battlefield, crumbling the supporting structure and falling earth and rocks, trapping a passing train in the middle of the tunnel.
First, Superman flew over, ready to pick up the rocks to save people.
Then a man with purple hair and a shirt with a flag appeared, and he brought three companions of different appearances, not only to save people, but also to insert himself into the battlefield.
"It's too obvious that the bait for this fishing is too obvious. Whoever designed this plan, I'm going to give him a bad review. β
Ian complained about what was happening on the ground.
Diana also shook her head: "The dozens of people fighting on both sides have each shot out a base number of ammunition. Normal trains don't pass by here at all, unless none of the people on board want to live. β
Ian, although they saw through the wrong thing at a glance, they did not look for the main messenger.
The reason is also very simple, as long as you are not a person with brain problems, you will not appear on the scene when you do something bad, otherwise it is easy to get burned.
"But that's not a real deal."
Ian touched his chin and thought that someone who could devise such an obvious plan as a loophole might really be stupid enough to show up on the scene.
Why don't you just take a look around?
Ian struggled, but the following things helped him make his choice.
The purple-haired Manchester Black storms the battlefield with three of his friends, and then begins to kill the two sides to stop the conflict.
Manchester's hands were outstretched, invisible psychic power swept in all directions, and all the guns in the hands of the soldiers were forcibly seized, suspended in mid-air, and then clattered into a large iron ball.
The cold type with a height of more than two meters poured a big jump, smashed a big pit on the ground, and with a wave of two hands the size of a fan, grabbed the big iron ball and smashed it around, smashing many soldiers who were still confused into flesh.
The hat reached into his hat and grabbed it, pulled out a pistol, and opened fire on the unarmed soldier.
The beast flew in the air with bat wings, and with one hand, thousands of poisonous snakes flew out in the green light, entangled the soldier's body, and then bit it.
The flesh of the muscular soldier quickly turned green, and the flesh began to rot.
In the blink of an eye, the two warring sides were routed by three men led by Manchester.
The fear in the hearts of the soldiers continued to rise, fueled by the death of their comrades.
With the name of "God" in their mouths, they fled in all directions.
Manchester had no intention of stopping, he increased the power of his psychic power, and the telekinetic power turned pale cyan, spreading outward with him as the center, grabbing the fleeing soldiers.
"The day came sooner than I expected."
Ian looked at Manchester's actions with a serious face, and he said to Diana, "From this moment on, the transhumans must make their own choices and choose how to face the current order. β
"Is it so serious? It was just a few people who stopped a skirmish. β
Diana is not too sensitive to superpowers, and Paradise Island is full of magic and divine powers, and it is difficult to react to the commonplace.
Ian nodded solemnly, Manchester Black is not a person who is willing to be ordinary.
"Still, these are the things that Americans have a headache for. Who will be the biggest beneficiaries of the current international order? β
Diana shook her head in disagreement: "Wouldn't there be superhumans in other countries?" β
"The order of the Third World is already very fragile and has been clouded by war for many years. Even if there are superhumans, they will just continue to fight. The United States is different from Western Europe, and the emergence of superhumans will affect the current power structure. β
When Diana heard this, it was like something stuck in her throat, and she couldn't refute it.
Ian grabbed the soldier when he saw Manchester's telekinesis, and said, "But now we have to stop this farce first." β
As he spoke, under the effect of the dragon robe, he flew towards the battlefield like a red meteor, without concealment, revealing his existence to everyone.
"Hey, that's a cool appearance!"
Manchester quipped to his partner: "I'm only now discovering that Ian is more interesting than Superman, but he's too low-key." If it weren't for the information Waller gave us, I would not have known that there was one man who led so many events. β
His friends asked, "So what are we going to do with him?" β
"The first time we met, of course, we had to say hello."
Manchester spread his arms and flew into the air in the crucifixion pose, his eyes spewing blue-black light, and his psychic power distorted everything around him.
"After all, we got a lot of support from Amanda Waller!"
Then, Manchester saw a hurricane connecting the heavens and the earth pressing down on him.
The telekinetic power that was originally intended to be used for the attack instantly shrank into a round ball, wrapping himself and his three friends together.
Bang!
The hurricane weighed on the telekinetic force, and Manchester and his three friends were hammered into the dirt like nails.
Ian didn't use Happy Superman's template, he was afraid that he would use a little more effort to beat these four guys into meat sauce.
"Whew-"
Ian waved his hand, and the raging hurricane swirled around as he wanted, forming a barrier that cut off the open space that no one would disturb.
"Who are they?"
Superman flew to Ian's side in the face of a hurricane and looked at Manchester who had pulled himself out of the ground with telekinesis, his face full of anger.
"They killed at least thirty soldiers, and in an extremely brutal way. Where did they come from to be superhumans, so they behaved so recklessly? β
Clark was not stupid, and the moment he saw the corpse, he thought that this incident was very likely to trigger human fear.
That's why he hurried to Ian's side, wanting to ask for clarification.
"We're officially authorized to kill!"
Manchester pulled his little friends out one by one, showing a mouthful of big white teeth to Superman flying in the sky.
Superman shook his head suddenly, and said in disbelief: "This is murder, what kind of government ......?"
He stopped in the middle of his sentence, and Manchester telepathically delivered a document to him.
Superman glanced at ten lines, read this document with hundreds of clauses, and the name of the final payment - Amanda Waller!
"I think this document can already say a lot about it."
Manchester clasped his hands in front of his chest, carefully examined the anger on Superman's face, and said: "I intervened in this war with a United Nations mandate, maybe the means were a little rougher, but the result was good." The war is over, isn't it? β
Superman clenched his fists, none of the dozens of corpses were intact, and everyone was in great pain before they died.
"Mr. Superman, it's a pleasure to meet you and Mr. Ian. However, we have other things to do. β
"So, goodbye!"
Manchester made a hat off salute.
He didn't have a hat on his head, so his little friend, codenamed "Hat", lent him his magic hat.
But soon, Manchester discovers a big problem, and although he succeeds in messing with Superman's heart with government documents, Ian doesn't react.
Ian has been watching Manchester.
Frankly, a little disappointed, his ambition seemed mediocre to Ian.
So he flew up to Clark and asked directly, "What did Amanda Waller exchange this document from you guys?" β
"You're not going to let us go?" Manchester is feeling the trouble.
"Why should I let you go?"
Ian fell to the ground, step by step, like a mountain, and kept approaching these people, and let out a low voice from his mouth.
"Amanda Waller is a fart."
"Your minds are not clear. Documents issued by the U.S. secret services are only valid in the U.S. And this is not the United States, you killed people, there is no immunity. β
When Ian said this, he also deliberately glanced at Superman, signaling him to stop dwelling there and be sober.
Manchester has a cool heart, although he is conceited, but he doesn't think he can deal with the combat power of Ian and Superman, two supermodels.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You are denying the validity of American law, the law is ......."
"The law is just a bunch of articles!"
Ian said with a cold face: "Without the endorsement of the ruling class, the law is nothing more than a pile of waste paper." β
"Manchester Black, I've heard of you. In the eyes of others, you are a very ambitious person. But in my eyes, you are also average. β
"You don't understand how the current order works, and you don't have the courage and determination to go beyond it.
You seem to be on top of it by your psychic power, and you want to represent everyone. In fact, you're nothing more than rootless duckweed, chattering around with a stubble of non-killing principles, but you don't know what really matters. β
"Read more, naΓ―ve ghosts. I recommend Hegel's "Principles of the Philosophy of Law" to understand what capitalism is and how the world works. β
Ian stopped his progress, he was only one step away from these people in Manchester, his shadow had already covered the four people, completely overwhelming them in momentum.
With a wave of his hand, the wind wall dissipated and returned to the sky as a current.
"You can leave!"
At Ian's voice, Manchester and they left the place, without the spirit they had at the beginning.
"Just let them go?" Superman is still hesitating.
Ian patted the big man on the shoulder and said sincerely, "What I said to Manchester is also for you, Clark!" Read more philosophy books to your brain, it's not a difficult task. β
"Don't you think it doesn't matter to kill people?" Superman's eyes widened, of course he knew that Ian didn't have a principle of not killing, he just didn't see it in the past.
"It doesn't matter if you kill or not, do you think the politicians who criticize you really care about human life?"
Ian let out a deep breath, feeling a little irritated, but decided to make it clear to Clarke.
He glanced around and saw that the people on the train had been taken to safety by Clarke, and the soldiers had run out.
Da!
Ian snapped his fingers, "Phantom magic!" β
The magic he had learned from the Hundred Treasures of the Demon Immortal Book took effect, and the two of them suddenly disappeared in place, and no one could see or hear them.
Clark waited for Ian to finish his action before he said in a deep voice: "Human life is the most precious thing in the world, and no one has the right to take the life of another person at will." β
"I agree!" Ian nodded.
"Theoretically, that's true. Thus, in a society, if a person or group is able to forcibly take the life of another person in a formal way. He or that group will be the ruler of society. β
Clark understood exactly what Ian meant.
"So what the people who criticize me really care about is that I might take that power away from them, and they don't care how many people have died."
"You've finally got the hang of it!"
Ian nodded with satisfaction: "So, if you are willing to join them, participate in a few drinking parties, and eradicate a few enemies for them." I promise that the next day, all the media will turn on the offensive and become your most loyal supporters. β
Although he said this in a joking tone, it was also true.
Unlike feudal manor owners who would rather die than firmly grasp the characteristics of the land, the modern rich do not mind sharing the spoils with others, as long as the participants are well capitalized.
And in their eyes, Superman is obviously qualified to be in the same stream.
Clark listened to Ian's words, thinking of the terrible scenes he had seen and heard while running around in the Met, and felt a little sick.
His face shrunk into a ball, and he said in a deep voice, "I'd rather die than join those people." β
Ian is well aware that a strong moralistic spirit makes it impossible for Clark to become a robber who divides the spoils.
Although it would be easy for him to do this, he would never do it.
Ian reminded him solemnly, "Then you have to be prepared to be their enemy." β
Clark opens his mouth, but is interrupted by Ian.
"Don't be under any illusions that you can be a bridge so that everyone can live happily and happily."
Ian's eyes were like electricity, and he stared into Clark's eyes: "It's not a fairy tale, it's reality." The reality is that the U.S.-led international order is destined to make some people fall victim to keep it running. β
"From a global perspective, it is the people of the Third World in Asia, Africa and Latin America who are being sacrificed. Domestically, the sacrifices are those who are forced to go bankrupt and become vagabonds, prostitutes, thieves, and drug dealers. β
What Clarke's choice is, it's obvious. Of course he wasn't going to be a cannibal.
"What did Amanda Waller and Manchester Black trade?"
Clarke turned his attention back to Manchester.
Ian replied, "It's nothing more than using them against us, nothing new." If it is more advanced, it is to use Manchester's ambitions to establish a dangerous image of superhumanism in front of the world. β
Clark said nervously, "Then why did you let him go?" If Waller succeeds, it's unknown how many transhumans will be affected. β
"Waller can use them, and so can we."
Ian wasn't worried about Manchester, and after thinking about it, he answered Clark's question: "Just grab the evidence of Waller's meeting with Manchester, and the rumours she carefully constructed will be self-defeating."
Moreover, I have other arrangements for Manchester, and he is still useful, so let him hang out! β
"Hey, boys!"
Diana Satoshi jumped out of the stealth plane, saw through Ian's magic, and said to them, "I found something interesting while you were lazy. Want to check it out? β
"Of course!"
Ian disables the phantom magic.
He and Clark followed Diana, and after a short flight, they arrived outside a camp.
Diana pointed to a corner of the camp and said, "The camp has just contained a group of children who have tested for superhuman genes. They haven't been transferred yet, the timing is just right. β
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