Chapter 132: End Game
Looking at the emotional British representative, the representatives from other countries had varied expressions.
The French representative looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected them to be so stubborn this time.
The Russian representative's eyes held a mocking glint, as if he was watching a circus act.
The American representative's eyes darted around—after all, what he'd done this time was definitely shady.
Not only did he not persuade Chris as he'd promised, but he also suggested completely occupying Britain and then having Chris establish a force to replace Britain's position.
This was despite Chris having said he would definitely leave; Bush Jr. and the others still made this decision.
They even thought about supporting Fox or Wesley to take Chris's place after he left, helping consolidate their position.
However, Chris knew these guys had ulterior motives, so he completely ignored them, which made them abandon the idea of taking the opportunity to get rid of Britain.
Looking at the representatives from various countries in the office, each with their own agenda and hidden motives, the British representative was already too exhausted to say anything more.
He exhaled to calm his emotions, then sternly said, "No matter what your thoughts are, my Britain will accept all of it. If that guy isn't afraid of death, then let him come!"
After speaking, he turned and left, with several British officials following him.
But as he opened the office door, he found a tall figure blocking the way.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, the British representative forced a polite tone and said, "Please move aside!"
Chris, however, seemed not to hear him, and lifted his leg to walk inside.
With his height and weight compared to the British representative's build, the two were like a hundred-ton truck and a compact car.
When two vehicles of such different sizes collide, there's naturally only one outcome: one ends up on the side of the road.
Just as he touched Chris's chest, the British representative flew backward, directly crashing into the pile of officials from his own country.
This was only because Chris was just walking normally, without actively using any force.
Otherwise, what would be appearing before the representatives of various countries now would be a spray of blood mist.
"Good morning, everyone! I heard you've reached a conclusion?"
Chris looked around, didn't find the familiar Bush Jr., then looked back at the office sign, confirming he was in the right place.
Just as Chris was momentarily confused, Bush Jr. emerged from another room.
"The results are in, the results are in."
Bush Jr. walked quickly, his face beaming, repeating the answer.
"The Security Council's resolution has passed, and this activity is considered a special military experiment, to verify the actual effectiveness of supernatural individuals in modern society."
The British representative, hearing this, stared with disbelieving eyes, muttering, "Impossible! We have veto power—how could the resolution pass!"
However, no one present paid attention to his foolish remarks.
Veto power is merely a paper representation of a country's strength; to truly exercise it, one must look at whether the country's own strength can block the resolution.
Otherwise, the so-called veto power isn't even worth crap.
Everyone present looked at Chris, preparing to see what this otherworldly visitor, who was about to bring drastic changes to the world, would say.
Chris saw everyone staring at him, and slightly confused, he touched his face and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Since some resolution has passed, then go do it!"
"You haven't even discussed the specific procedures yet, have you?"
Bush Jr., stared at by Chris, felt a chill and quickly said, "Quick, quick, send Mr. Wesley to London; the exercise site has already been set up there."
Facts proved that when the strongest countries in this world wanted to accomplish the same thing, even Britain, as a fellow permanent member, couldn't stop it.
The situation was even more ridiculous than Chris had expected, and could be summarized in a few sentences.
Wesley was airlifted to London. Wesley, fully armed, charged into the enemy position. Wesley got shot full of holes.
Then Chris looked pissed. Bush Jr. called the front line, and London announced the previous exercise didn't count and they'd start over.
After several rounds of repeated attempts, Wesley was always eliminated before landing.
Either he got concentrated fire and shot full of holes, or he was blown to bits by naval shells, or he died under air force bombs.
This was just an exercise; otherwise, Wesley would've truly died completely, with no way to survive.
After all, although his strength already crushed ordinary people, in the face of modern military group warfare, he still couldn't last much longer than regular people.
Seeing the situation reach a deadlock, Bush Jr. pondered for a moment and whispered, "How about reducing the British military's weapons and equipment to the World War I era?"
Chris looked over with a cold face, and his voice was equally icy as he said, "When I play games and can't win, I always use cheat codes; I've never thought about nerfing my opponent. Call Wesley back!"
"Uh..." Everyone present was startled and uncertain upon hearing Chris's words, unable to guess what this guy wanted to do.
Looking at the silent crowd, Chris sensed their tension and explained, "Why are you freaking out? It's still an exercise, but this time I'll go."
After hearing Chris say it was still an exercise, the officials from various countries breathed a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, if Chris were to truly rampage through Britain, the impact would be something they couldn't contain.
After all, humanitarianism isn't just talk; if a massacre or similar scenario were to occur and they didn't do something, the very ideology of the state would be in jeopardy.
When Wesley was sent back, Chris went forward to comfort him with a few words, telling him to rest well.
Then Chris refused the arranged private jet, pushed off with his feet, and shot into the sky, flying directly toward London.
About 45 minutes later, accompanied by thunderous sonic booms filling the sky, Chris arrived in the waters near London.
Without any intention of communicating with the exercise commanders, Chris stomped on the air and crashed into the Royal Navy fleet; after a few passes, the powerful navy that had repeatedly stopped Wesley lost its combat capability.
Then Chris continued inland, and after several more similar operations, the army's established positions were also demolished.
As for the so-called Royal Air Force, their fighter jets' speed was less than a third of Chris's, and they didn't even get a chance to deploy.
So 15 minutes later, Chris felt his goal was fulfilled and he could return to the Family Guy world at any time.
Although Chris was curious about the new changes in his dimensional travel ability, he didn't rush to examine them.
He still had to deal with the aftermath in this world.
After all, his antics this time had brought significant impact to this world; if he didn't handle these things well, his buddy Fox and his little student Wesley wouldn't have an easy time.
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