Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

He raised his right shoulder and leaned his upper body back to lock it in place, while at the same time giving Lan Cheng a Spartan kick straight into the heart.

This is the trick that Linga once used on Haru, and now Haru is using it on Lancheng.

boom!

Lan Cheng flew backwards in mid-air, spurting blood from his mouth. It was truly tragic.

It rolled several times on the ground and finally stopped in front of Linga.

"Yo."

Linga only looked down at the other person with his peripheral vision.

"From your looks... it seems that you have some connection with Juukishouma, but unfortunately, I can no longer learn more secrets from you."

"...!"

Blood gushed out of Lan Cheng's mouth. He stared at Linga and raised his hand as if asking for help, but even Linga could do nothing about it.

In the state of "relying on God"... the heart was overloaded, and the result of being kicked in the chest was that multiple arteries ruptured, and the inside seemed to explode, and it was impossible to rescue him on the spot.

After a few seconds, Lan Cheng breathed his last.

The "Guardians" who had lost their leader froze in place when they saw Linga.

Dare not run, nor attack.

This is the situation that we are in a dilemma.

But Linga had no interest in these defeated soldiers. He glanced at them and stopped paying attention to them, turning his gaze to Haru.

"Well done."

"Brother! I'm so glad you're okay!"

Haru wiped the sweat off his face and said happily:

“I was really scared when the earthquake happened.”

Linga didn't respond. He looked around and found that the entire industrial area was filled with smoke and flames, and it was obvious that the damage was serious.

This is a nuclear power plant. If a leakage accident occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But it hasn't reached that stage yet.

Correct.

Currently.

"got windy……"

Linga stretched out his hand to feel the fluctuations of the air flow, then turned his head to look in the direction where the wind was fading.

That's the Western Pacific.

Haru, who was standing by, suddenly felt his hair stand on end, and looked with a little horror at the Linga in front of him, who for some reason had ignited his fighting spirit and seemed to be covered in flames, making no one dare to approach him.

"Big brother?"

Is there any powerful enemy in that direction?

But what kind of powerful enemy could make the invincible big brother, who could not even be harmed by earthquakes, ignite such a terrifying fighting spirit?

"Follow."

Linga suddenly walked away without looking back.

"Brother, where are we going?"

Haru hurriedly chased after him.

"I'll take you to challenge the most powerful gang in the world."

Linga grinned, full of fighting spirit.

Rumble.

As if in response to his ambition and masculinity, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared.

The heat from the fires and earthquakes is about to bring a torrential downpour.

Humid atmosphere and howling wind.

The struggle never stops, and neither do disasters.

If survival is the primary goal, then the enemy has already been identified from the beginning.

People? Animals? Plants? Diseases? Plagues?

None of them are right.

The real enemy.

It's the world.

For creatures living on the surface of the earth, who is the most powerful and influential gang under the "world"...

The answer is self-evident.

It is the "ocean" that occupies 71% of the world's surface area!

Primitives join the game: 54. It's a good day to die

"I never thought that I would receive national acclaim for composing such a song. Although it is a great honor, if possible... I hope it will never be played."

This is the acceptance speech given by a composer who was selected as the "Master of Sound" by the Japan Audio Association during an interview with the media.

Surprisingly... none of the media reporters, colleagues, or other staff present at the time raised any objection to this.

Because that tune is “Siren Sounds.”

Initially it was based on factors such as the timbre, pitch, and speed of different instruments.

There were more than 30 design proposals, and only 7 remained after screening.

Then, evaluation tests were conducted on people of different genders and age groups.

Select the alarm tone that "makes everyone feel extremely urgent but not at all uneasy" and "can be clearly distinguished from the noise in a noisy public place."

June 12th, 47: noon, Tokyo time.

The "catfish" appeared in the Kanto region without any warning, accompanied by the sound of alarm.

The "Emergency Earthquake Early Warning" uses a catfish mascot that causes major earthquakes in local mythology as its mascot to issue emergency notices through mobile phones, radio, television, and other channels.

People watching TV shows.

You will find that there is suddenly something more on the screen.

People playing with mobile phones.

You will find that your mobile phone suddenly receives a text message.

Even if you are not in front of the TV or looking at your phone, you can still hear the sound from the radio or broadcast.

Within a minute, a strong earthquake struck.

Many counties and cities in the Kanto region fell into chaos.

"Level seven?! Are you kidding me?"

The headquarters building of Wu Shi Television.

Ichiku Kutaro, who regained his status as a famous director by taking advantage of the popularity of the bodybuilding conference, crawled out from under the table with his head covered. The intensity of the earthquake in Tokyo was limited. At most, the water cup on the table shook violently, but it was basically impossible to knock it over.

However, after learning about the emergency earthquake early warning and information released by the Meteorological Agency, I couldn't help but panic.

He was not the only one panicking.

After all, the earthquake that killed nearly 100,000 people nearly a hundred years ago was also a magnitude seven!

Is the disaster about to happen again?

"Everyone calm down! The earthquake occurred in international waters far away from us, so the impact is limited. What we need to do now is to rush to the severely affected areas... As for the entry and exit, Soma City in Fukushima Prefecture is left to your team!"

"?!"

Facing a boss who looked more like a black-clad bodyguard than a department head, Ichirou Kutaro's face turned pale. This was not an easy job.

But there was no other way. There were many disaster-stricken areas and limited manpower. Moreover, all his subordinates had personally experienced the primitive man incident and could be considered elite half-war correspondents.

Sure enough, as soon as they heard the task arrangement, they became very motivated and packed their luggage very efficiently and almost forced him onto the helicopter to fly to Soma City.

It was a city with a population of just over 30,000.

It has one of the largest fishing ports in the country.

Although the epicenter of the earthquake was far away from the mainland, the first wave of damage to coastal areas was much stronger than that to Tokyo.

Large numbers of collapsed houses, cracked roads, and fires caused by gas pipeline explosions have brought countless economic losses to this small town.

The number of casualties has not yet been counted.

but……

Looking at the bustling crowd in the shelter, white stretchers and people coming and going, the air was filled with an indissoluble oppressive sadness, and Kutaro couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"First time here?"

Suddenly someone spoke to me.

He turned around and saw a colleague with a stubbled face and unkempt appearance.

The reason why we can tell that they are in the same industry is thanks to the ID card hanging on their chest.

"Just call me Shiozawa, from NHK."

"You're from the Broadcasting Association? How did you know this was my first time here?"

Yanze smiled and gestured to him to "come outside".

When he arrived outside the shelter, he lit a cigarette, then squatted on the ground and said nonchalantly: "Experienced people will not appear in front of the victims without hesitation."

"Maybe you've gotten used to it and didn't notice it, but the style of television broadcasts on disasters is very special."

"I won't shed tears, I won't say too many sad words, I will only tell the people a cold, rational message... I'm sad but not sad, that's probably what it means, this is the only way to quickly calm people's hearts."

"After a disaster, you never see entrepreneurs appearing in front of the camera holding a sign indicating the amount of donations they have made."

"Reporters won't come into contact with disaster victims that often... Well, the victims don't look good. Look, look there—"

Ichiru Kutaro looked in the direction that Shiozawa suddenly pointed and saw a little girl on a stretcher being taken away.

Yan Ze smiled and said, "The little girl who was just rescued, her clothes were tattered and she was carried away by someone. Such a survivor is very worth interviewing, but if you really put the microphone next to her mouth, what can she say?"

Kuduolang had a complicated expression on his face and was speechless.

"In short, disaster screenings are completely different from the hot news and entertainment programs we watch on weekdays."

"You are also in this line of work, you should know that at this time the whole country's attention is focused on the disaster."

"So... don't try to use your experience to incite the public. What you need to do is to collect information in a timely, quick and accurate manner and make it public."

"I'm telling you this because I hope you won't do anything stupid and cause trouble to us colleagues and the disaster victims... My experience tells me that this disaster is not over yet. Save your energy and focus, because we still have a lot to do next."

After saying that, Yanze threw away his cigarette holder and left.

Kutaro took a deep breath, looked back at the shelter, and left without looking back... There was no need for someone who could only talk here, he and his team should appear in a noisier place.

For example...a disaster scene.

Come face to face with the impending disaster!

"It's raining."

Yan Ze, who was sitting under the eaves not far away, looked at his back and raised his head to look at the sky.

clap clap clap...

Strong winds, rains and floods followed one after another.

"So... the tsunami is about to come."

Yanze's expression was heavy.

Even the local areas located in the marginal areas were affected by the earthquake with a magnitude of 7. You can imagine how strong the earthquake was at the epicenter.