Lord of the Light

Chapter 629: This Is A Talent

Hapi walked to the showcase with the broom with an angrily look, and looked at the information of the work, wanting to see if the courageous guy dared to do such ridiculous things.

Shengyao salvation broom?What is this simple name?What the hell is there with a series of incomprehensible introductions?

With disdain in his heart, Hapi followed the information column one after another. When he saw the column of the contestant's name, he was instantly stunned.

Contestant, Roy.

Hapi had an impression of the name, but was vaguely vague. He touched his chin, thinking hard.

Roy?Roy!

After a while, he suddenly realized it and remembered.

A few days ago, my boss, who had been buried in the laboratory, said that he would send an invitation letter. When he said that this kind of trivial matter was enough for him to come, he did not expect his boss to be very serious. Expression, said.

"This person's invitation letter must be sent by me personally!"

The name of the invitation is exactly: Roy.

Hapi was full of astonishment. This existence that allowed his boss, Tony Stark to personally send the invitation letter, is definitely a big boss that he can't afford!

How can such a big guy use an ordinary broom to compete? There must be some secret in this broom!

The alert Hapy thought in his heart, and quickly put the showcase with the broom in his hand back safely, and at the same time put a layer of protective film on the outside, it was a decision from the bottom of my heart, we must deal with this in the next game Pay attention to the big guys.

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The competition began. With the influx of participants, the competition hall was filled up in an instant. In the center of the hall, there were many arenas. Because it was a mixed first round of audition, everything was mainly simple.

In the center of the hall, on a huge stage, after a long speech by the fat Hapi, with the cheers of the audience, the so-called technology competition officially began.

Roy walked up to the ring with ease, and across from him walked up to a man with a hat, a white research uniform, and a crouched body.

He glanced at the broom placed in the showcase on the table next to Roy, with a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth. Then he glanced at the well-dressed referee next to him, and said impatiently: "Can you start now? Mr. Referee!"

In his opinion, the opponent's broom is not comparable. The so-called technology competition is not as complicated as imagined. It is nothing more than comparing the functions of the two parties and then giving a score. The opponent's broom is a A fool can see that it's just an ordinary broom, the one that can't be stretched, and compared with such works, it's a waste of his own time.

The referee nodded. For some reason, he glanced at Roy with interest, and then said in a deep voice, "Then, the game begins!"

He walked up to the man, did not directly look at his entry, but took a deep look at the man, and then suddenly hesitated on his face, and said: "Who asked you to wear a hat, dressed so informally? You are despising the rules of the game and disrespecting your opponent and Stark Industries. Now you are disqualified from the game and this gentleman will automatically win!"

"You, what did you say?" The man was dumbfounded, and said in disbelief: "When did this rule exist?"

"Heh! Mr. Hapi just added it. It is clearly written in the rules. If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself." The referee said, embracing his hands and smiled disdainfully.

Hearing this, the man gritted his teeth slightly, took off his hat, and draped off the hair that he thought was obsessed with research but had not been trimmed for a long time. He took off his white research uniform and exposed the shirt underneath, and said:" Then I took off my hat and put on the main office, right?"

Upon seeing this, the referee focused his eyes again and said sharply: "Who told you to take off your hat, such messy hair, and such a dirty shirt, you despise the rules of the game, and disrespect your opponents and Stark. Industry, cancel your qualification now, please go out!"

After speaking, two security guards came up immediately, held him on the left and the right, and carried him out.

"Asshole! Asshole! You are a black whistle, it is a black whistle, deliberately treated differently! I want to report, there is a black whistle, there is a shady game in this game!" The man's eyes scanned between Roy and the referee, and roared like thunder.

"Now I dare to slander our Stark Industries, how can there be such a person now? Our boss is the messenger of justice, Iron Man, how could this kind of thing be done?" The referee shook his head helplessly, hating iron and steel. He looked at the man, as if he had been wronged by the heavens, and sighed with compassion.

And Roy was a little confused in this scene, what's the situation?

Hit a black whistle?Is this black whistle still on your side?

After the man completely disappeared from sight, the referee showed a melancholy wry smile and respectfully said: "This gentleman, let you watch a joke, there are always people who don't understand my good intentions, you talk about it, just him That sloppy look and unabashedly ironic face, even talented people will not be able to use them because they don’t know how to be a human being, but when I tempered his edges and corners this time, he said there was something black and didn’t know what I wanted. You know, now that all kinds of heroes are born and the world is at peace, how can there be shady? Is this the truth, Mr. Roy!"

After speaking, he clapped his hands, looking helpless.

Talent, this is definitely a rare talent in a century!

Even Roy had to marvel at this passage.

"This Mr. Referee is really dedicated to his duties, and it wins my heart. It is a great boon for Stark Industries to have talents like you!" Roy smiled on his face, so he didn't hesitate to praise himself.

Roy has seen a lot of rascals, but it is the first time that Roy can talk about rascals so artistically.

Hearing that, the referee leaped for a new year as if he had eaten honey, clenched his fists, and tears filled his eyes, as if he was finally appreciated. After wiping away his tears, he then said: "I dare not take the gospel. Mr. K as his idol, and this messenger of justice as the goal he pursued throughout his life! To be a partner of justice is my lifelong dream!"

"Well said, Mr. Referee's call is simply inspiring and embarrassing. I believe that sooner or later you will realize your dream and become the partner of those heroes fighting side by side." Roy vowed to speak, and the words were full of words. Acknowledgment and affirmation, but then, he turned around, his tone was low, and asked in the ear of the referee: "Is this your boss making you do this?"

(End of this chapter)