"In order to reduce the loss of human civilization, we should disperse the internal pressure and turn the people's pressure to the source of this riot - the Flower of Zigera, Tiga and Godzilla!

As for the source of this riot, the people suspected that Godzilla and Tiga destroyed the 'parent'. Then, as long as one of the guidance impressions and expelled them, the public's anger can be greatly reduced. Then, the mastermind behind the incitement of the crowd can basically solve the problem..."

In the back of the conference room, a young man with eyes hanging on his face pushed his eyes, and he proposed a plan that everyone was thinking about but no one really dared to propose.

The old man sitting in the first place saw that someone finally dared to propose this plan, and a hint of appreciation revealed in his muddy eyes.

After the establishment of TCP, human life was too peaceful. Even many people standing at the highest level of TCP, under the baptism of peace education, always seem to have a trace of indecision that the decision-making level should not have.

Although it cannot be said to be a shortcoming in the general direction, after all, humane leaders can lead humans to develop in terms of humanity. However, if they always maintain this mood, after these old guys leave, they may suffer losses when facing those anti-human elements.

The reason why these old people are helpless is that their generation will eventually be submerged in the long river of history, but these young people are still a little immature enough and still need exercise.

I just said that I wanted to see which young people today can really stand at the right height. I originally thought that I would have to wait for a while before I could get the result, but now I see, aren’t these young boys so unbearable?

But, it's still not mature enough...

Looking at the young man with a slightly lowered head, holding the black-haired young man with short hair, sitting in the familiar old man's originally turbid eyes suddenly became majestic. He was obviously a hunched old man, but anyone who went to see the old man could feel the extremely strong majestic momentum on his body, which was the majesty developed by grasping the power of life and death for a long time.

"The flower of Zigera cannot bloom again, Tiga is missing, Godzilla's power cannot be resisted by humans, how!"

Facing the old man's power, everyone around him, even through the virtual projection, could not help but be shocked and sweated all over his head, sitting upright and not daring to say more.

On the contrary, the young man who faced the old man was not at all disobedient. He just raised his head gently, and his dark pupils looked at each other through the lenses, without any timidity, and still answered slowly:

"The Flower of Zigera needs no need to say much. Godzilla is enough to directly destroy human civilization and cannot be hostile, so he can only target Tiga.

And as long as there are monsters that cannot be stopped by humans, Tiga will naturally not be absent. It would be better to expel them at that time..."

Finally, the young man paused a little, as if he had thought about something, and added again:

"After Tiga disappeared, the monsters on the earth said that there was no clear goal to clean up, but in Godzilla's form and style, without Tiga's existence, Godzilla's possibility of destroying other monsters as a food supply is not small.

Overall, the cost of expelling Tiga is the least...

After saying that, the young man stood there directly, as if waiting for the old man ahead to give orders.

When the old man saw the young man's answer, he nodded with satisfaction, signaling the young man to sit down, then looked around and looked at the people in the virtual projection, looked at the obvious struggle and reluctance on their faces, smiled gently, just like the young man just now, stood up from his seat, gently raised his arms, and spoke to the bottom:

"Children, I know you are very unwilling to accept this behavior.

Yes, this decision is indeed unfair to Ultraman Tiga, but!

But you also need to understand one thing! What we have in our hands is human civilization..."

As he said that, the old man slowly picked up his hands, took a pose of holding water, and then continued:

"We have no room for negotiation for what we have in our hands. Compared with the continuation of human civilization, morality is just a very insignificant thing.

No matter what means are used or what is sacrificed, human civilization cannot retreat! The arrival of the monster has told us everything!

Human beings must move forward! Move forward by any means!”

...

With loud applause, the TPPC meeting finally came to an end, and all the virtual projections that ended the meeting slowly disappeared, including the young man who stood up first.

Positioning slightly, on a continent, in a big city, the young man who had been staring at the old man in the conference room before and was still looking at the old man's momentum was like a piece of mud, just like a corpse was just there, a dark light flew out of the young man's body, flew into the clouds, flew into a primitive island, and fell to the head of a huge dragon-shaped creature.

This figure is naturally Lin Hua, and the young man just now is naturally Lin Hua's moves.

The young man was originally like most other senior executives, and he felt a little reluctant. If Lin Hua really didn't intervene, with the young man's personality, he would have little chance of asking for it, then the meeting would probably be as expected by the old man.

The reason why Lin Hua divided his mental power and controlled that young man was naturally of many aspects. One was to suppress the trend of human dispersion, and the second was to be consistent with his previous idea - suppressing the trust relationship between humans and Tiga, and see if Tiga, who did not cut off the supply chain, could be in a shining form, or turn it over after Gatanjee.

"It seems that this group of people is still so stupid..."

With a complicated look, Lin Hua really wanted to tell them how to solve the problem in their own way.

"Come on, Dagu, let me see, Diga, who has no crowd, can reach what level..."

Thinking of this, Lin Hua showed a slightly terrible smile on his face, then sat down, grabbed his short hand slightly, took out a few strings of monster meat, and put it on the volcano to start his own barbecue mode.

While grilling skewers, Lin Hua couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

"What does the flesh and blood of the giant conch taste? The guy was made of black water before, so I don't know what the real taste is like?"
Chapter completed!