Ying squinted his eyes. Surrounded by cameras, the edges of his face were made to appear extremely sharp. His expression was indifferent, like a natural emperor.
Everyone he saw had almost the same fanatical expression, as if something invisible was imprinted on their facial features. He knew that the invisible thing was called "faith."
"First Dream Patrolman, this is the Medal of Honor issued to you by the United Government. Thank you for your contribution to mankind." Scripps presented Ying with a medal.
Dozens of cameras immediately came over like bloody mouths, aiming at the medal, snapping away. People looked at this scene with longing and anticipation, some even covered their faces and shed tears of emotion.
——What a beautiful scene!
The first dream patroller, symbolizing the hope of mankind, takes over from the representative of the coalition government.
"That's great, that's great..." Someone sighed softly.
"That's the First Dream Patrol's home. It feels even smaller than what is shown in the camera." Xinyue said.
"You're still at school age, but you're already so strong." Xiao Lanping from Peking University and Tsinghua University said in surprise.
"A busybody..." Duke Ezekiel muttered to himself.
Under the spotlight, the medal reflected brightly. At that moment, Ying saw the collapsed unfinished building through the dazzling reflection, saw Grandma Lin's sad and grateful last look, and saw a heavy rain covering the whole world.
[First Dream Patrolman·World Medal of Honor]
Clear words were engraved on the medal, flickering with fragmented light.
His eyes became even more silent. One second passed, three seconds passed, ten seconds passed... people were waiting for him to receive the medal.
Scripps kept holding the medal in his hand, and the smile on his face was almost frozen. The crowd's discussions became louder and louder, and everyone began to feel embarrassed. It was only at this time that Ying reached out and took the medal of honor.
"I will take on the honor and fulfill my obligations." Ying said calmly, "I will still thoroughly investigate the Ark Project, don't worry."
Scripps sighed inwardly—why did you even bother to mention this?
I'm awarding you the Medal of Honor in the hope that you won't do anything unorthodox again.
"First Dream Patrolman, due to the news of the Alien King's awakening, the term 'United Government' is no longer appropriate. We are no longer a 'government', but an organization that can accommodate the opinions of all forces. Therefore, in order to declare the entry into the war era, the United Government has been renamed." Scripps said.
"Well, so what are your names now?" Ying said indifferently.
Scripps replied with a serious look:
"The United Group."
At this moment, all the players present felt their hair stand on end, and a creepy feeling spread throughout their bodies.
Ying's eyes widened slightly, he glanced at Scripps and smiled, "Nice name."
This is not something that can be changed.
I don’t know which unlucky player proposed the name change suggestion, which was adopted by Scripps.
Ying strode to the platform and looked at the cheering people below, like an emperor reviewing his army.
"Let me see... there are still more than ten minutes before the first tower opens. Since everyone has nothing to do, let's listen to a story!" Ying smiled brightly and opened his arms to the billions of people outside the camera:
"I have fifty very interesting stories ready to tell you! Scripps, get the microphone!"
At this moment, Scripps felt as if he was not a representative of the high and mighty United Government, but a servant of the First Dream Patrol's family.
His eyes turned cold for a moment, and he handed the microphone to Ying: "Please pay attention to the time, there are only ten minutes left."
He didn't care what Ying would say, Ying didn't find any clues at all. Besides, he didn't hate Ying, he just hoped that mankind could have a more stable, bright and pragmatic leader.
Ying held the microphone and was about to speak when suddenly a harsh voice came:
"Don't listen to him!"
The crowd made way for Cardinal Narfas, who came over, followed by a player.
Ying didn't know this player, but this player was very hostile to him.
"The No. 1 Dream Patrol Family - No one in the world knows your identity, but I know. You are not some Dream Patrol dark horse with a mysterious background!" The player pointed at Ying and shouted, "You, you are Su Wensheng from Daoya City, and your mother is a human traitor who destroyed the special medicine! Your mother is a traitor who was convicted of crimes against humanity!"
His voice was amplified through the microphone and soared into the sky.
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
Ying narrowed his eyes, feeling surprised. He thought that with the development of the world game, there shouldn't be such a fool who dares to challenge the number one player. But this player might not be the real boss, but a knife used by someone. After all, normal people would not be so servile as to stand in front of him.
The player's reasoning makes sense. After all, Su Luoluo wears the "Please Call Me Miss Demon King" anchor badge. Just by observing Su Luoluo's height, weight, accent, and skin color, you can quickly identify her as a person from Wubang. After all, Su Luoluo's only friend is Su Wensheng, and "Please Call Me Miss Demon King" has only had in-depth exchanges with "First Dream Patrol".
Although this inference may not be true, the perspectives of players and NPCs are different. As long as players notice some clues and consider the plot, they will quickly realize that Su Mingan is Su Wensheng.
"Su Wensheng, who is that?" people whispered to each other.
"I seem to have read in the news before that there was a student named Su Wensheng in Daoya City of Wubang Country. He was exposed as an alien during the college entrance examination, so he fled into the black fog."
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