"My birth..."
Carrot and Jor Al stood face to face, gazing at each other, as if they were crossing the distance between life and death, inheriting the last hope of the Al family.
No one interrupted them, they just listened to Qiao El's story attentively.
"The handover of the planet is not a simple matter of handing over money and delivering the goods. It is a trekking migration of life on the entire planet. A lot of preparation work in the early and late stages will take at least one year."
"It was a beautiful and peaceful time like a mirage, whether it was for your mother, me, or Krypton."
"In those days, only about half a year later, Alika and I have become people who talk about everything."
There was a hint of longing in Jor-El's tone, a hint of triumph that perhaps every father in the world would have when telling his son about the time he met his mother.
At least that's what Carrot heard from it.
There was a smile on the corner of Qiao El's mouth: "I have never seen a woman like her. Because of Zod, it is really difficult for me to associate the word violence with playfulness, but her appearance did it .”
"When I was busy contemplating the crisis of destruction, your mother was almost the only light in my life."
"But I didn't know that they were also facing the same crisis."
"It wasn't until half a year later that the bad news came from Planet Vegeta that Barak was imprisoned, but the new trader who was supposed to replace him did not arrive."
"Your mother realized something was wrong because of this, and it was only then that she told me what her brother had always been afraid of."
Carrot El's eyes showed a hint of understanding, as if he had vaguely guessed something.
Natasha Romanoff also realized that was the crux of the matter: "What is that?"
The next second, the broken projection was scattered again in Jor Al's sight, and gradually transformed into a short weirdo with two horns and a tail.
Carrot El recognized the man at a glance.
"Frieza."
Although Jor Al's magnetic voice will not change due to artificial synthesis, the eyes formed by the projection reveal a trace of clearly visible fear:
"The young heir of the Universe Emperor Kurd, a genius that the Frozen clan has rarely seen in a century, and the new Universe Emperor."
"Although the Saiyans belong to his subordinates, they are always regarded as inferior monkeys in terms of status and have never been able to enter the core of Frieza's army."
"In fact, it can be said that the Saiyans are not even the middle class, they are just a group of thugs who slaughter the planet for them."
Natasha Romanoff nodded with understanding and sneered coldly:
"Oh, the warmonger and the boss behind him."
Jor Al said with approval: "It's a very appropriate description, ma'am."
"The Saiyans have always been under Frieza's control. Even the communication systems and search equipment they rely on are equipped with eavesdropping systems."
"The emperor of the universe who controls the power of life and death on Planet Vegeta, even King Vegeta must surrender to his feet."
Natasha Romanoff: "A bunch of dispensable tools, haven't they ever tried to resist?"
Jor Al pointed to his head. This action was obviously saying that there might be something wrong with their brains:
"Except for a few Saiyans such as Bardock, others are even proud of it."
Carrot El twitched the corner of his mouth at this, Tony Stark slapped him on the head, and even Natasha couldn't help but complain:
"They don't even have the most basic human rights and are even called monkeys. It's hard for me to imagine that they would be proud of it."
"This is true."
Jor Al continued to talk. In fact, even he was just standing in the perspective of a bystander, clarifying the truth of the matter from Alika's narration:
"And Bardock senses danger in it."
"He believes that Frieza's army is supervising them more and more closely."
"The control over them is becoming more and more strict. He believes that this is a precursor to destruction. Frieza is likely to take action against them."
Since developing an anxiety disorder, Tony Stark's insight into the sense of crisis is far more acute than others. He guessed that it must be a very bad desperate situation:
"But he ultimately failed because you just said he was jailed."
Joe Al: "Yes, external contradictions are never fatal, but internal class struggle is fatal."
"After arriving on Krypton, the discovery of the Life Code technology gave Bardock a glimmer of hope for redemption."
"He hurriedly reported the matter to King Vegeta, but..."
Having said this, Jor Al was silent for a moment.
But Carrot has already guessed an answer in his heart. It is not difficult to guess. If we get rid of the reliance on the plot and seriously think and analyze, human beings will be outstanding in the universe in sorting out chaos and unknowns.
"But Bardock and the others were abandoned."
"If life can really be controlled and the genes most suitable for a specific occupation can be created, then..."
"That world must not belong to the lower class."
During the moment of Jor-El's silence, Carrot's answer was like a cold glacier, echoing in everyone's ears.
In an instant, Tony Stark's face turned pale, as if he was petrified on the spot, his chest began to rise and fall, and he uttered a few words warmly:
"The theory of 80% population extinction."
This is an almost inhumane theory that few people have heard of.
In order to permanently maintain class solidification and occupy resources, the operators at the top of the world have once proposed an imaginary idea that we will eliminate 80% of the inferior races in the world in various ways.
Only the true elites of the upper class are left to ensure a new round of replacement and evolution of the human race, while allowing their descendants to occupy the best resources in the world.
Apparently, Carrot felt the same way as Tony about this.
But he knew more than Tony.
Planet Vegeta is a society with severely solidified social hierarchies. Almost from the moment everyone is tested for fighting ability at birth, they will be divided into upper, middle, lower, elite, and garbage who cannot fight at all.
In such a social system, if code technology is really moved to the upper-level parliamentary table and adopted in a crisis of survival, then all the lower-level warriors will be eliminated first.
In the face of the survival of the race, King Vegeta may indeed temporarily give up the so-called Saiyan pride and consider the possibility of code technology.
However, if he was really able to freely screen the genes of the warriors, then why would they choose lower-level warriors whose production of combat power would discredit them?
Isn’t it good to keep only the elite?
So... Bardock was confused. He never expected that he thought he was the road to salvation and almost gave them the final sword!
The abandonment and backstabbing from the upper class made him completely despair of this stupid and arrogant race. At the same time, the entire lower-level warrior group was completely abandoned!
