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

Bertrand took it with a smile, and slowly squeezed it in the most standard way. The veins on the back of his hand and wrist that looked dry and thin bulged, and the large amount of blood rushing in made his muscles swell, making them look thicker and stronger than those of an average adult.

Clang.

George looked at the severely twisted and deformed metal gripper on the table with a look of shock.

Angelo explained at the right time: "This is a handgrip that is recognized worldwide as one of the top three most difficult exercise machines. Currently, there are only about a hundred people who can hold it tightly with one hand."

More than a hundred people.

George didn't know where this data came from, but if this data was true and reliable, then the smiling old man in front of him who was rubbing the power device as if it were mud was definitely a monster that was beyond common sense!

No wonder, no wonder I was 'misjudged'.

It is because we subconsciously feel that the other person is not as old and weak as he looks, so we are deceived and blinded by that feeling at first glance.

A strong excitement welled up in George.

It works, it works this time!

But to be on the safe side, he asked his secretary to bring a file bag, opened it, took out everything inside and placed it on the table.

"This is?"

"The target's intelligence data, or... combat records."

George looked unhappy. He picked up a piece of paper and shook it.

"I had three submarine wrecks salvaged from the sea. Of one, only fragments were left. Scientists analyzed that an external force caused the torpedo to explode."

"Of the remaining two, one was hit by an external force and was almost pierced through, and the interior was also in a mess. The other was crushed by the water pressure from the deep sea, but in the final analysis, it was because someone forced its head down and drowned it in the deep sea."

"What do you think about this?"

Angelo and the others looked at each other. The whole world knew that the submarine force was destroyed, but no one expected that it would be destroyed for this reason.

"My opinion...? My opinion is simple. The target is strong, but it is not impossible to deal with. After all, the hull of a submarine is like an egg. It is difficult to crush it by gripping it, but it is easy to knock and pierce it. And destroying the inside is like kneading metal. We can do this too."

"And this one?"

George did not comment and immediately took out a photo.

It shows a man with a wild posture throwing a 40-ton tank over his shoulder, and the tank lifts off the ground and stops in mid-air.

Angelo was silent for a while after seeing the photo. He then said in a slow and deliberate tone, "Science has proven that as long as the 639 muscles in the human body work together and contract in a certain direction, even an ordinary person can generate 25 tons of force."

"If you have superhuman physique, you can grab a car and throw it away with skilled techniques."

"But his 'superhuman physique' is absolutely unprecedented and of the highest level. It is unlikely that anyone will be able to surpass him."

"Even if we are, we can't beat him in terms of pure strength, but victory or defeat is not determined by muscle strength."

Hearing these words, especially the last one, George smiled with satisfaction.

It touched his heart.

That’s right, you can’t conquer the world with muscle strength alone.

Strategy and tactics.

Skills and weapons.

How can the dazzling degree of the crystallization of wisdom be compared with the sweat on the surface of muscles! ?

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll visit San Francisco tomorrow morning and hold a press conference there. It's time to break this depressed atmosphere and give all of humanity a shot in the arm."

……

Angelo and his three companions left the White House and got into the stretch limousine they had come in.

In addition to the driver, there was another figure sitting in the car, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He took off his suit jacket and wore only trousers and a white shirt, like an elegant aristocratic gentleman.

His hair and beard were all white, revealing his old age, but his sparkling eyes revealed his domineering attitude, and his thick and strong muscles almost stretched his white shirt to bursting.

"It looks like the negotiations are going well."

"Overlord"——Howard Wu smiled.

The former "Wu Clan" was divided into three: one group stayed in their homeland, one group went to Japan, and the third group went across the ocean to the Western continent with greater ideals.

Now, after 1,300 years of development and growth, although they maintain friendly relations on the surface, in fact, the entire Zhengxi faction believes that their lineage has already surpassed the main family and is catching up with the peak period before the split.

Howard Wu is one of the top leaders of the Western Expedition faction and holds one-third of the power of speech.

This man, who is considered the overlord of the other world in terms of both strength and status, although he looks to be over 60 years old, but in the eyes of others, the sense of oppression is increasing day by day, as if his strength is still growing with age!

So he just sat there leisurely, and the aura he unconsciously emanated from his body completely suppressed the Angelo group of four.

If Angelo and the other three were ferocious beasts like lions and tigers, then he would be a living prehistoric behemoth.

Both the fighting world in the outer society and the fighting world in the inner world are extremely fragile to him. Once he descends, the entire ecosystem will collapse.

"It went very smoothly, so smoothly that it made me feel a little uncomfortable."

Angelo answered honestly.

Howard sighed, "It's normal. In the past, Eddie was the one who did the crazy things, and we just watched from the sidelines."

Eddie, whose full name is Edward Wu, is now the patriarch of the Zhengxi clan.

Howard's younger brother.

To be honest, it is not a pleasant feeling to be dominated by a younger brother who is ten years younger than me, but there is nothing I can do about it: strength, courage, leadership, political skills... almost everything I know is inferior to mine.

This thin line of difference is extremely painful.

Howard knew that this was his limit. Unless something happened to Edward, he would never be the sole king of the Western Expedition.

So he had to wait patiently for the opportunity to come.

What is infuriating is that this low-key development approach has been labeled as "conservative", making it unpopular among young people in the tribe.

Without the injection of fresh blood, one can imagine how bleak the future will be.

Just when Howard almost gave up his obsession, shocking news came from the other side of the ocean, and then swept the world like a hurricane.

——The primitive man is resurrected.

His extraordinary physical fitness is simply a godsend for the Wu clan!

Because the "Wu Clan" is not only good at researching skills and keeping up with the times, but also absorbs the excellent bloodlines of foreign strongmen, and uses the principles of genetics to continuously improve and optimize their own bloodlines.

The result is that after 1,300 years, it takes shape and possesses a physique comparable to a 'superhuman physique'.

But that's what the Japanese branch does.

The Zhengxi School never deliberately pursued these things. They believed that the strong would naturally come together, so they were more inclined to tap their own potential.

Because of this, when Howard learned that the primitive man was born and caused a series of major events, the first thing he thought of was not "borrowing seeds", but to persuade the other party to join his camp at all costs.

Having such terrifying physical fitness but not learning any skills is such a waste of talent.

Howard firmly believed that if Linga learned the skills of the Zhengxi faction under his guidance, he would be able to defeat Edward, and then he could become the leader of the Zhengxi faction with Linga's support.

Not only will the long-cherished wish be fulfilled, but the Zhengxi faction will also become more glorious in the future.

"It's impossible that Eddie doesn't know my true thoughts."

"He is using me as a scout for the way, so he who has always been restless is now particularly quiet. He may even be secretly helping us remove obstacles so that we can fully play the role of 'mine sweepers'."

Howard snorted. He knew his brother too well. Although he was very capable, he had also become too arrogant. He always thought he could handle everything and acted recklessly. If he continued like this, he would eventually fail.

"But the style of the 'conservatives' is to not make a move and to succeed once you make one."

"He will have to bear the consequences of underestimating us in the near future."

The primitive man opened his eyes: 35. The kidnapping of the president

The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

George, who arrived in San Francisco on a special plane overnight, held a press conference in the local government hall as scheduled.

George thought that now that he was confident of dealing with Linga, he could finally calm down and face the outside world calmly, but he still underestimated the enthusiasm of the reporters.

Reporters from various countries who heard the news rushed to ask fatal questions like mad dogs.

"If the primitives continue to operate outside, do you plan to launch a third campaign similar to the one against Iraq and Afghanistan?"

"When the primitives appear again, will a situation like the 9-OO attack happen again? If it happens, it will be the second time the mainland has been attacked during your term. What do you think about this?"

"I heard that Congress has passed a bill to surrender to the primitives. Is that true?"

"I heard that the authorities deliberately introduced primitive people into the mainland, which led to the defeat of the Seventh Fleet and heavy losses. The Navy Department claimed that it was you who gave the order. What did you think at the time?"

"The primitive man has been missing for five days. What has the military found?"

"More than one million people in New York marched in protest, believing that you are the most incompetent leader ever. They hope that you will step down as soon as possible and not make any more decisions before you step down. How do you plan to defend yourself?"

"Mr. Mobama said if you can't be president you can let him be president."

"Mr. Tep also said that he knows better than you how to deal with people he doesn't know, including primitive people."

……

The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco.

George sat in the car, his hands covering his heart, breathing heavily.

These reporters are driving him crazy.

He said he would calm people's hearts, but in the end, it didn't really calm them down. Instead, it made him so angry that he almost fainted on the spot.

Half an hour passed and I still haven't recovered.

Fortunately, local entrepreneurs welcomed his arrival and invited him to Marin County, on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, to taste rare and precious wines and talk about their recent troubles.

"…How did the world become like this?"

George looked out to sea and let out a heavy sigh.

He always felt that he lived in a comic book world with funny elements, and that he was just a miserable clown who was made fun of by others.

"…This is all because of that primitive man. The world has become strange since he appeared. It seems that as long as he disappears completely, everything will return to its original state."

I have to pull myself together.

George patted his face and took a deep breath.

But he had just inhaled halfway when suddenly—

Duang!

Something hit the roof of the car, causing a dent in it!

George nearly choked to death on his own breath.

He subconsciously raised his head and noticed how serious the dent was.

Let me put it this way, if I moved five centimeters forward, I would definitely get a bloody head.

With such a big incident happening, the entire convoy naturally stopped.

Including the high-end bridge car that George was in.

However, the 'heavy object' that hit the roof of the car did not stop.

Squeak!

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound.

George broke out in a cold sweat, his pupils dilated, and he watched helplessly as the metal plate above his head was torn off alive by his bare hands!

Without gloves or tools, he used only skin as hard as bulletproof material, muscles as hard as steel wire, and hands made of metal-like bones to tear the roof of this expensive presidential car to pieces in just two or three seconds.

Then, from outside the simple convertible roof, I saw a face that would scare me awake even in my dreams!

……

half a minute ago.

The top of the Golden Gate Bridge's tower.

More than 200 meters away from the bridge, the linga's two-meter-tall body became inconspicuous to the people below.

He sat on it.

Don’t be too comfortable while drinking Coke and feeling the sea breeze.