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Everybody Wants To Rule The World 3: Part 6

He introduced himself. Now I have to introduce myself too...

"Mia" I say in a monotone voice.

"All kinds of poducts. Probably mostly products for infrastructure."
 
@DMUA: Your actual muscle coordination puts you miles ahead of the competition. Unfortunately, the judges are also zombies and racist ones at that, putting you in last place.

The app makes a ping, alerting everyone that the prime minister of Britain was killed
 
"...."

Seeing that these people have no respect for the sport, I flex at 100% power, causing everything witnessing me to bask in the holy light of true swole

I then pack up, leave, and head to Britia
 
The people of Britain panic seeing the man labeled as a destroyer that had supposedly died coming into their country.
 
Grimble Gramble

I head over to the Prime Minister's office at speeds that turn the air around me to white-hot plasma
 
The bullets, being only bullets, bounce off my swole, as I straighten my sunglasses

"Yes, I'm the one that blew up the stadium of a crime against music."
 
"...... Interesting. Your musical taste is worth sparing."

"So, the prime minister was killed, right? Where's the assassin?"
 
"We don't know, she was alive one moment, and the next she had a slit throat and was bleeding on the floor. We'd ask you not to come in but we can't really stop you."
 
@Hl3: The office is locked behind police barricades and investigators. Inside the office, you can see the bloodstains, the several people investigating, and and small white striped figure writing something down on an equally small notepad.
 
".... Hmm... If it doesn't involve high speed chasing and punching something, it's completely out of my expertise."

I sit there and start thinking about where to look. Said thinking doesn't get anywhere.
 
"Hey, you there! Do you know anything about the Prime Minister's murder?" I ask. "And... you're not normal, are you?" I say as I point to dozens of bullets sprayed on the floor. @DMUA
 
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