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

"?!"

The Chief Cabinet Secretary's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly looked at others for help.

However, when he looked over, everyone was either staring at the table in a daze, or looking at the ceiling in thought, or with their eyes closed and pretending to be asleep. Only the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology was staring at him blankly, with a clear kind of stupidity in his expression.

"..."

The Chief Cabinet Secretary was disheartened and stepped down from the stage and walked in front of the linga.

Just when he thought his head would be hit by a chair, Linga snatched the remote control from his hand, lowered his head to study it, seemed to discover the secret, and then pressed a button on the screen.

Then, the photo on the screen changed.

Change back to the previous aerial image of the construction site.

Linga nodded in satisfaction, put down the remote control, looked around at everyone, and released his aura.

Suddenly, a terrible feeling of oppression swept through the entire conference room.

Everyone was trembling like a sieve, with sweat pouring down their foreheads. They didn't even dare to wipe the sweat when it flowed into their eyes. Everyone lowered their heads like ostriches, wishing they could hide under the table, and prayed frantically in their hearts, "Don't notice me, don't notice me."

It’s a pity that no one can escape.

Linga tapped the table with his fingers, making a crisp sound, motioning them to look over.

There was nothing they could do, so everyone had to raise their stiff chins, look at Linga pitifully, and try their best to appear harmless.

Linga's eyes swept across everyone's face.

The cold, wild, non-human look caused them an extremely strong psychological impact.

My heart is filled with fear.

Linga glared at them, pointed at the photo on the screen, and tapped his chest with his thumb.

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

What does this mean? This land belongs to him from now on?

Well this...

Crunch!

A heartbreaking voice sounded.

Everyone was startled and couldn't help swallowing as they looked at the chair that Linga had rolled into a ball like plasticine.

Subconsciously, I thought of the scene where one day the people sitting on these chairs would be rolled into balls.

Linga placed the 'ball' on the table, raised his chin slightly, and cast an inquiring look at everyone.

The latter nodded desperately.

There was no sign of hesitation or perfunctoriness.

His eyes were clear and his face was full of sincerity.

Linga nodded slightly, walked around the conference room, and pulled out a hair... or maybe several hairs from everyone's head. They grimaced in pain but dared not say a word.

In front of them, Linga smelled the hair in his hand and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but on the contrary, everyone's faces turned green.

What does this mean? Remember their smell? Find the owner of these hairs if something goes wrong in the future?!

There is no intention to explain at all.

Linga kicked the windowsill, blowing away the window and the surrounding foundation stones.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around, glanced at them, and said:

"I will go straight across the sea to San Francisco and tell that country where I am. If I don't wait for them to stop me, I will turn around and come back to trouble you."

After saying that, he leaped up and disappeared into the night without a trace.

"..."

The meeting room was still silent.

Half of it was because I was shocked that Linga could speak Japanese, and the other half was because...

Yasutaro Fukuda, the Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications, the Minister of Defense, the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, and the Chairman of the Public Security Commission all turned to look at the Chief Cabinet Secretary, who was standing there like a stone sculpture, with deep admiration, sympathy and pity in their eyes.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary naturally understood why they reacted like this. He could speak Japanese and understand Japanese. The other party attached so much importance to that piece of land, but he had proposed such a plan. He didn't know whether the other party heard it. If they didn't hear it, it would be fine. If they did, then he...

Come to think of it, the other party didn't seem to take away my hair. Doesn't this mean that in the other party's mind, I'm already a dead person?

"Prime Minister, I..."

"cough."

Fukuda Kotaro coughed hastily and announced as if nothing had happened: "The Minister of Defense should remember to contact Yokogasu Base and report the target's next whereabouts to them. This is the end of the matter."

"In addition, the Minister of General Affairs must always pay attention to ensure that the private property rights of that piece of land are not infringed by other organizations. If there is any situation, report it immediately. If necessary, the relevant departments, institutions, police and military forces can be mobilized. There must be no mistakes. This matter must be treated as the top priority."

“Why not just strip it off and put it under official protection? ... Uh, sorry, just pretend I didn’t ask.”

Feeling the angry stares from others, the Minister of General Affairs knew that he had stepped on a landmine.

It's already 'private', how can I embrace her? What if she comes looking for me again?

It's fine to maintain the status quo, as long as nothing goes wrong. If there's any trouble, then go find the original owner of the land.

"Then today's meeting ends here. Everyone can go back and have a good sleep."

Kotaro Fukuda wiped the sweat off his face and smiled rarely.

Others laughed too.

Yes, this big trouble is finally gone.

Went to other countries to cause trouble.

All that is left is to deal with the public controversy and quietly wait and see what happens next.

As if they were afraid of being pestered by the Cabinet Secretary, everyone left in a hurry.

He was left alone in the conference room, suffering greatly.

"No, I have to be transferred quickly to a neighboring country as an ambassador. I can't stay in this country anymore!"

For some reason, everyone, including him, subconsciously ignored the possibility that Linga would be destroyed by America.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 21. The attitude of a strong man

Yokosuka is Tokyo's maritime gateway.

As a famous military port city, the Pacific Seventh Fleet Command and the Mainland Maritime Self-Defense Force Command are all crowded in this small city with a population of only a few hundred thousand.

Seriously, if you randomly pick ten lucky people for street interviews, there will definitely be at least one soldier, military dependent, or military academy student among them.

Shops with English signs can be seen everywhere, people of all skin colors come and go, and someone even moved the Statue of Liberty to the roof of a hotel. A memorial park named after the outsider who opened the country's door is still respected by the locals.

All of this made Linga deeply realize the nature of this city as an alternative colony formed by the subtle transformation of another country over the past decades.

It was worth it that he spent more than an hour traveling here.

It is indeed a 'spectacle' worth appreciating.

He reached the pinnacle of strength with the power of the group. Although he was not one of his peers, his demeanor as a strong man was fully demonstrated.

In Linga's eyes, the city seemed to have turned into a dinosaur the size of a mountain, with steel and concrete as its muscles and human power as its blood.

So what about the heart? Where are the heart and the brain?

Go deep into it and touch the key points.

Will it be possible to wake up this terrifying dragon and fight him?

Linga, who almost blended into the night, smiled.

Passersby who took a casual glance at it could not help but mistakenly think that the night had turned into the face of a devil. They were so frightened that they trembled all over. They rubbed their eyes and looked again, only to find that it was just a shadow that was forced into a dead corner of the alley by the bright lights on the street. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly put the matter out of their minds.

Yes, this is Yokosuka.

A natural forbidden zone for all criminals.

……

Yokosuka Base, First Area, Headquarters Building.

Everyone who knows Vice Admiral William D. Crowder knows that as commander of the Seventh Fleet in the Pacific, he has the best personality of all the commanders.

Even if he is woken up from his sleep by some trivial matter, he will not lose his temper.

But today, William couldn't sleep.

Mission failed, pressure from higher-ups.

These two things combined caused him a lot of trouble.

William, who prided himself on being resourceful, had no idea how to come up with an answer that would satisfy everyone.

Although the advice given by the General Staff was to "eliminate the primitive man and take some tissues from his remains for research", he inexplicably had a strong desire to win.

As a soldier... no, as a man, he controls one of the strongest armed forces in the world, running rampant in the Pacific Ocean, invincible, so tyrannical and domineering, but he can't even subdue a mere primitive man, and he has to annihilate him.

Doesn't that mean that the enemy can rival the military forces that modern people are proud of on their own? Only enemies need to be eliminated, and only enemies are worth being eliminated, while prey, research specimens, and rare creatures that have a certain value can be captured.

Or you can say it this way...it doesn't matter whether he captures the enemy or not. What matters is that William wants to prove one thing, that is, his power is enough to do everything.

Whether it is catching or killing, taking all the choices into the palm of your hand and letting them take what they want, this is the attitude that the "strongest" should have.

If even this small thing cannot be done, then what is the need for the elite soldiers, tactics and strategies, military equipment, and powerful commanders that humans have created with all their wisdom and efforts to continue to exist?

Why not just allocate all the funds to biological research institutions and let them study human evolution!

"Human evolution and super soldiers, I am optimistic about their prospects, and even think they will occupy a considerable proportion in the future, but it is time for us to be the navigators of the new generation. When will it be the turn of a mutant that came out of the soil to steal the limelight?"

William put down the microphone and sat back in his chair. The wooden desk looked very high-end, and it was surrounded by decorations that reflected the style of soldiers and high-ranking officials, as well as the indispensable national flag.

Staying in this room, gazing out the window at the vast and magnificent harbor and the mighty warships, I couldn't help but sneer when I recalled what was mentioned in the phone call from the Minister of General Affairs.

"A surprise attack on San Francisco? Just relying on that savage who doesn't even speak English? How is he going to get there? Swim? Or sneak across? It seems that the only thing he has developed is his limbs."

"But this is also good. Although I don't know what he is thinking, once we are at sea, away from cities and people, my fleet will be useful."

"Let alone destroying them, I can think of ten thousand ways to capture them."

The next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

……

Early in the morning, at five o'clock.

Private First Class James got up on time to change patrol shifts.

Facing the refreshing morning breeze blowing from the sea, this is the most comfortable time of his day.

But when I saw the warships in the distance, I couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

As a descendant of a military man, his grandfather even reached the rank of major general at one point. It's a pity that the glory could not continue. Even if he had the same name as his grandfather, it would be meaningless. Mentioning it a few more times would even become a reason for ridicule.

Just when Private James was wondering when his luck would turn, he found that he and his companions had unknowingly arrived at the square in front of the headquarters building. Through the thin mist, they seemed to see a dark shadow above the entrance of the building.

"Hey, man, do you see anything hanging over the door there?"

"Ok?"

The colleague who was stopped looked in the direction he pointed with a vigilant look on his face.

"Yes, I saw it!"

After confirming that it was not an illusion, the two men gripped their guns tightly and approached cautiously.

Then, they saw an incredible scene.

A middle-aged white man that everyone in this base should know.

Lieutenant General William D. Crowder.

His eyes were tightly closed, and for a moment it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

It was hung upside down on the national emblem in front of the door like a piece of bacon.

The whole body was stripped naked.