Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

A group of big men sitting on the stage were like pinpoint needles, with their heads down and not saying a word. Their terrible faces looked as if they had just swallowed a suit of Satan's armor.

As they watched Ma Xianhong talking eloquently on the live broadcast, they felt their calves trembling and even lost the strength to stand up.

Smith's thick lips trembled, his heart was filled with fear and despair, and he even forgot to turn around and slap Michael beside him.

The Deputy Minister of Equipment sitting on the other side had a dark old face that was as wrinkled as a used piece of black toilet paper, and he kept sighing in his heart.

look at?

What to look at?

What can you think?

Their [Satan] is indeed very advanced in this era. Even the old rival, the Bear Country, cannot produce a single-soldier exoskeleton that can be compared with it.

But even so, compared with the "Yanxia" developed silently by China, "Satan" is like a slingshot to a musket. There is an essential difference between the two, and there is a huge technical barrier!

As for Michael, who was sitting in the corner, his chest had already been heaving up and down, and he was breathing heavily like a broken bellows. He couldn't help but grab his heart with his hands, and felt waves of twitching pain there.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

"How could China possess such advanced Yuanqi armor!"

"Impossible, how could this happen..."

His eyes were red as he stared at Ma Xianhong in the picture. He felt his chest filled with anger and unwillingness, almost making him explode!

That's when.

In the picture, the Spring Festival Gala is nearing its end.

Ma Xianhong, with his hands in his research coat, first stretched out his left hand to comfort the audience who had been cheering for several minutes, and said with a smile: "Can everyone please be quiet for a moment? Drink a few sips of water to quench your thirst, and don't hurt your throat."

So the audience at the scene and even the Chinese people in front of the TV stopped immediately, thinking that they were too excited just now. When they stopped at this moment, they really felt that their throats were smoking.

At this moment, Ma Xianhong suddenly smiled mysteriously and continued, "My friends have all performed on stage tonight, except me."

"I think if I just act as a 'narrator', the show would lack some sincerity."

"By the way, I wonder if you have watched Armor Hero and Kamen Rider? Well... I will show you how to transform into an armored warrior. Don't think it's childish."

As he spoke, he finally pulled out his right hand, which had been in his pocket.

Those slender five fingers were closed together, clearly holding a metal object as big as a small brick!

At this moment, everyone thought that today's surprise was over and was satisfied.

Ma Xianhong suddenly opened his mouth and wanted to show everyone an armor transformation, and then he took out a metal object from his gown.

With a smile on his face, he held the summoning device in his right hand, which was small in size but weighed nearly 100 kilograms. He raised it high and pointed it at his eyes first.

Immediately afterwards, the summoner emitted a soft milky white light, and the machine's voice sounded: "Iris verification passed - Arms confirmed unlocked!"

Ma Xianhong raised the corner of his mouth, revealing an inexplicably domineering smile, and then placed the summoning device in his hand right in front of his waist. At this moment, a black bead embedded in the center of the summoning device burst out with a strong red light.

The light was so strong that it was almost impossible for the audience to look directly at it, and netizens who were watching the live broadcast could not catch a glimpse of Ma Xianhong's figure.

???

what happened?

As doubts arose in their minds, at the same time they heard a sound of metal fitting together on the stage.

"That is!"

Someone widened his eyes and pointed in the direction of Ma Xianhong in disbelief. In the fading red glow, one could clearly see that outside of the opponent's figure, there were red lines interweaving, gradually forming the shape of a suit of armor.

"I'm familiar with this scene. Isn't this Kamen Rider transforming?"

"Ahhh, I'm really going crazy. Do you know how excited a middle school boy would be if he saw this scene in the real world?"

"Mom, look, that's Armor Hero!"

"No, it was just a Kamen Rider passing by..."

Amid the exclamations, the red glow on the stage, which had originally dimmed, suddenly burst out again for a moment.

In the dazzling light, accompanied by a loud bang, the Qi flow shock wave exploded, and the originally illusory red lines were completely transformed into solid armor at this moment.

On the stage, Ma Xianhong, who was still wearing a white coat just a few breaths ago, easily completed the fusion with Yanxia Yuankai through a palm-sized summoning device.

Moreover, compared with the Yuan armor tested in the Tak Desert, this set of armor is slightly smaller in appearance and looks more refined, while still revealing a sense of solemnity.

"This is the first set of [Scorching Summer Series Agility Retractable Armor] created by utilizing the spatial characteristics of the magical weapon Devouring Sac and combining it with advanced technology. It consists of two parts: the armor body and the storage container for storage."

"I usually call it [Scorching Summer Summoner Armor]. How about it? I wonder if everyone is satisfied with this program?"

Ma Xianhong, who had already completed the fusion, raised his sci-fi arm armor, faced the audience, and greeted the camera.

After a few seconds of silence, the venue suddenly erupted into a second climax!

Countless Chinese people cheered for it.

Countless international netizens grabbed their heads with their hands, screamed and shouted in shock, saying ridiculous words.

This day is destined to be an extremely extraordinary day!

Thousands of miles away.

At the Pentagon press conference, Dr. Michael, who was already furious, realized that Ma Xianhong had more advanced technology when he saw him complete his transformation with the help of a small box. His eyes trembled, then turned white, and he spat out a large amount of blood. He fell on the table with a bang and completely lost consciousness.

Before he passed out, the only thought in his mind was still one of extreme unwillingness!

"Dr. Michael, what's wrong with you!"

The security team, who were busy maintaining order, immediately rushed over, tested his breathing, and then tried to wake him up, while calling the medical team to quickly take him away from the scene.

"Oh my God, why did Dr. Michael suddenly faint and vomit blood? Is he really angry about China's science and technology?"

"Dr. Michael had a heart attack and is being taken to the emergency room right now!"

"It's too tragic for the doctor. He won't die just like that..."

"Take a photo quickly and post it on the headlines!"

For a moment, all the reporters present were "worried" about Michael and became even more excited.

Smith and other senior executives on the side could only glance at the figure of Michael being carried away on a stretcher with a look of disappointment. Then, taking advantage of the commotion, they stood up, walked backstage without saying a word, and disappeared from the sight of the fanatical reporters.

at the same time.

In the white palace.

Inside the president's office, Biden was looking at the two images on the tablet, his eyes jumping back and forth between the cheers of the Chinese people and the scene of the Satan Armed Forces press conference. His face gradually turned into the constipated color of pig liver, and he was filled with rage. He punched the desk hard, then grabbed the tablet and threw it hard into the corner, causing the lit screen to shatter and go completely dim.

"Fuck! Fuck!..."

The angry voice was heard outside the office, causing the two blond, blue-eyed, boobed secretaries guarding the door to tremble in their eyes. They looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh.

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at the same time.

Further away, is the icy Antarctica.

It is January, the time when the daylight hours in Antarctica reach their longest. There is even polar day in the center. Even the glaciers on the edge have more than 20 hours of sunshine every day.

This season is also the time when Antarctic seafood such as krill is most abundant.

Therefore, this sparsely populated area will attract human fishing boats at this time.

Fishing boats are equipped with sharp ice breakers in front, which can easily break up the ice sheet floating on the ocean under the action of huge kinetic energy.

The large nets sunk deep in the sea can be loaded with countless krill and more fish in a short while. With the help of pulleys and hinges, they are controlled by sailors and pulled onto the ship.

At this moment.

Right on the edge of a glacier in Antarctica, there is a huge fishing boat that makes a humming and roaring sound. On it, there are many eagle-nosed and high-eyed sailors, wearing warm seal leather work clothes, and communicating loudly in their own country's language.

This is a ship from Chile in South America. It set out from the port of Punta Arenas and came here after sailing a long distance just to "make a fortune."

And at this moment, although the sky is still bright, it is time to rest.

But the sailors no longer stayed in the cabin, but stood on the deck, with uneasy looks on their faces, looking towards the ocean as if there were monsters there.

“Is that really a whale?”

The old sailor with a frozen beard rubbed his eyes, took a sip of vodka, and looked carefully at the ocean in the distance where white ice was floating.

Right there, there seemed to be a huge shadow swimming towards them.

In the vast white Antarctic ice sheet and ice ocean, vision will be greatly disturbed and may even cause snow blindness. In January, when the daylight hours are the longest, outsiders must protect their eyes.

Old Peter drank half a bottle of vodka, trying to see clearly the huge shadow floating towards them on the ocean in the distance, but the sunlight reflected from the ocean made it impossible for him to see clearly. Even if he squinted his eyes and let his eyelashes covered with ice dregs droop to block some of the light, he still could not see the true appearance of the shadow.

"Hey, old Pete, can you tell what it is?" The companion next to him looked puzzled.

Old Pete frowned, took out a pair of special sunglasses from his pocket with one hand, put them on his nose, and looked again towards the place where the huge shadow was coming from.

Just over 500 yards away, under the ocean near a broken ice sheet, the shadows of ten trucks as big as each other could be seen swaying in parallel, approaching the fishing boat below them.

Logically speaking, the only huge marine creatures like this that can appear in the Antarctic Ocean are whales.

But the strange thing was that the shadow under the sea gave him a feeling that was completely unlike any known whale. It was silent and motionless, like an iceberg upside down on the ocean, yet twisting its body.

"What on earth?"

Old Pete took another sip of vodka, his brows furrowed.

Then, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses suddenly widened, and his rough beard trembled.

"Purple, why is it purple?"

"And a tail?"

"Damn it, it's really a ghost!"

In his sight, the shadow under the sea began to accelerate suddenly, like a ferocious fish launching an attack, crossing a distance of hundreds of yards in almost the blink of an eye, allowing him to catch a glimpse of its true appearance.

More sailors around finally saw the true face of the shadow, which was actually a ball of purple light as big as a hill. The light was hidden under the ice, just like a hideous monster.

"A monster hiding...hiding in the sea?"

"Is that the monster from Sakura Country? Why is it here?"

Some sharp-eyed sailors were the first to recognize the true identity of the underwater monster and were so scared that they became incoherent. More people had terrified faces, their arms trembling as they held the railings, and they were at a loss for a moment.

Boom——

The shadow approached quickly and suddenly floated to the surface of the water, causing the waves and broken ice to explode and turn into white foam.

The purple monster rushed straight into the air and fell towards the deck like a huge mountain pressing down on the top of the head. Its big mouth with fangs opened as if it wanted to swallow everyone in one breath, but it suddenly exploded at the last moment and turned into balls of scattered purple devil energy.

"what!!"

"Help, help!"

Everyone screamed, their calves trembled, and they collapsed to the ground.

Even the most experienced Old Pete was so scared that he dropped the bottle of wine in his hand, took out a revolver from his waistband with great effort, and fired indiscriminately at the sky above his head.

The bullets bored holes in the purple haze-like qi flow and then disappeared into the horizon without causing any effective damage to the "monster". Only the pungent smell of gunpowder from the incomplete burning of gun oil restored some of his sanity.

"Everyone, calm down."

"Monster, the monster is gone, these evil spirits can't hurt us!"

"Return to the cabin immediately!"

Old Pete struggled to stand up and ran towards the cabin entrance while maintaining order. He even fired two more shots to wake up the more than 40 companions on the deck.

Everyone looked at the large amount of demonic energy hovering above their heads, screaming heart-wrenchingly and using their hands and feet to crawl into the cabin.

But Old Pete, who was rushing in the front and had already grabbed the iron door of the cabin with one hand, suddenly stopped and almost rolled down the downward hatch ladder inside the door.

He let out a shrill scream, staggered backwards, and when he stepped on the hand of a companion who was crawling on the ground, he was tripped to the ground in a funny posture.

But no one on the deck laughed out loud, and everyone looked towards the hatch with horror.

There, with a slight sound of footsteps, strange figures walked out one after another, three in total.

Standing at the front was a beautiful woman with waist-length hair. Behind her stood two men, one tall and one short. The facial features of the three men were different from theirs, and they looked like visitors from an oriental country.

What made everyone most horrified was the human head that was dangling gently in the hands of the three men, still splattering blood.

There were three heads in total, belonging to the captain they were most familiar with, the captain's mistress and his illegitimate son. Those pairs of eyes, which had died with their eyes open, looked so lifeless and empty.