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

After saying that, Linga stood up and walked to the desk, pushing the cup of coffee in front of George.

"If there is, kill it."

"?!"

George was speechless.

Not only him, but everyone who was watching secretly also changed their expressions.

"This, this..."

George looked at the cup of coffee in front of him, his scalp tingling, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Not because of the disgusting feeling…well, that was part of it, but more because I wasn't sure if someone had spiked the coffee with something lethal.

In this unknown situation, I feel even more scared.

"This cup of coffee contains the strongest 'heart' of two eras. Don't you want to drink it? Maybe after drinking it, we can sit down and negotiate peacefully?"

Linga looked down at George from above, causing him great pressure.

"..."

George took a few deep breaths, then looked deeply at the national flag beside him, gritted his teeth, picked up the coffee and was about to drink it all in one gulp.

But halfway through, a big hand grabbed his wrist.

He was dragged to his feet and leaned forward.

Linga calmly lifted up the president as if he were a coffee cup, and drank the coffee that was handed to him in one gulp.

George was stunned.

"Do you think you deserve to drink the coffee I made myself? This is not the treatment for a loser. Losers should be treated with respect. Congratulations, your 'dedication' has saved your life."

Linga let go of his hand and let him almost fall to the ground.

He licked the finger he had used to stir the mixture.

"Um……"

"It smells weird, even sewage tastes better, it's really not good. Yes, it's really not good - that's my overall evaluation of you."

George got up in a panic, his face pale. "Is it really poisoned?"

But if it was poisoned, why would you dare to drink it?

Can the poison be removed just by stirring it with your fingers?

It's impossible. Although the time was short, the means could not be so crude.

"Who knows? I can't tell what it is. Anyway, it tastes terrible."

Linga disagrees.

George was extremely shocked: "Aren't you afraid of death? That's poison, even more deadly to the human body and living things than simple poison! With your style of pursuing the ultimate mystery of life, shouldn't you avoid it?!"

Faced with such a question, Linga smiled disdainfully: "Living things will supplement the elements they lack, but you can't become a superior person by just enduring hardships. If you want to become a superior person, you have to eat people."

"And if you want to pursue absolute freedom and become the strongest person in the true sense, you must eat everything that can be eaten or not eaten!"

"That's what we call 'soundness'. Soundness is the basic standard for implementing strength."

"As a reward for your answer, please find me a car. I want to go to the National Museum of Natural History."

Linga kicked the coffee table hard, smashing the door of the office open with a bang, causing a group of armed men outside the door who were ready to rush in and take advantage of the situation at any time to be knocked away like bowling balls.

The corridor emptied instantly.

The way out is unobstructed.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 41. Surrender agreement

National Museum of Natural History.

It is owned by the Smithsonian Institution.

Opened in 1910, the museum houses as many as million exhibits, ranging from dinosaur fossils to various well-preserved precious animal specimens and rare minerals.

No one knew why Linga was going there, but that didn't stop them from evacuating the crowd in advance and finding a convertible SUV that could accommodate Linga.

George was the driver and was in charge of driving.

Linga was in the back seat, occupying almost all the space, with his feet resting on the back of the front chair, facing the wind and admiring the scenery along the road.

The White House is not far from the museum, only a little over a kilometer in a straight line.

But the ceremony put on by the authorities was even more exaggerated than the president's trip.

There was hardly a pedestrian to be seen, and the road was so spacious that one would want to drive onto the sidewalk.

...Almost, that's a clever word.

This is Pennsylvania Avenue.

The site of official marches and civil protests, and the most important commuter route.

With Linga's eyesight, it was not difficult for him to see the figures of the people who were blocked outside and unable to get in. They were probably here to protest, or even to fight with him, but it was no use.

Perhaps because he was afraid that these people would anger Linga, George carefully started a conversation while driving: "The scenery of modern cities should be relatively new to you, right?"

“New, but not unfamiliar.”

Linga's answer took George by surprise.

"what?"

Linga changed his posture and crossed his legs, saying calmly: "It is just the earth of the past that is coming back to life."

George's face froze and he couldn't help but look around.

The extremely familiar city street scene came into view again, and in addition to the original appearance, there seemed to be a shadow of a forest or hill.

It's an illusion, but not entirely an illusion.

The strong wild aura emanating from Linga forcibly changed his perception of the city. Even though it looked like a city, it felt like being in a barbaric era.

Even the off-road vehicle under him turned into some kind of large creature that could be ridden.

George had also encountered similar situations. With his identity, he could make the environment cater to him wherever he appeared.

But is his situation really the same as Linga’s?

It seems like something is not right, but I can't put my finger on it.

Sudden--

A large number of unidentified people rushed out from the surrounding streets.

There were about three to five hundred people, armed with various weapons.

There are both cold weapons and hot weapons.

Bare hands also.

Dress differently.

Their temperaments are very different, but they all have one thing in common: they are powerful.

As an individual, he possesses extraordinary martial arts abilities.

A fierce aura instantly filled the entire place.

Just at this critical moment, the off-road vehicle stopped automatically.

George stared at these people with wide eyes, feeling like he was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious beasts that could easily tear a human body apart and massacre an entire country.

"Huh?~"

Linga squinted his eyes in satisfaction, as if he saw a table full of delicious food. In his happiness, Buwang joked, "As expected of a 'free country', they don't even take you, the leader, seriously. That's how it feels. I recognize you."

"hateful!"

George gritted his teeth and sweated.

In an instant, the names of several political opponents flashed through my mind.

It was eliminated immediately.

Not them.

They don't have the energy to mobilize so many 'thugs' in such a short time!

These thugs have been hiding in the other world. The only one who has the ability to find them out from the shadows and protect them is the controller of the other world - the businessman!

Instead of mobilizing the army or police force, they mobilized violence from the other side of the world that was no less powerful than the army or police force to deal with the linga.

The president's authority does not work well for people in the inner world, so they have sufficient reasons and motives to ignore the president's personal safety. If something happens, it will be difficult to be held accountable, so they can go all out to annihilate the powerful enemy.

"Do you hate them? Then go down and beat them up with your fists."

"Beat them up? Me?"

George turned to look at Linga in astonishment.

I really hope Linga is joking.

But Linga’s expression looked… serious.

Seems to believe he has the ability to do it.

But how is that possible?

What can an old man in his early sixties use to fight against hundreds of people from the other world with blood on their hands?

"You are my prisoner. Your attack is equivalent to my attack. If I attack... there is no way I will lose. Do you understand? If you understand, hurry up and serve as my knife and fork to help me eat."

Linga urged.

Even the strongest tiger in the world would faint under the stare of those inhuman red eyes, let alone George.

He got off the car almost in a daze and walked towards the crowd in a daze.

The other party looked confused.

But the body is very resolute.

Several 'scavengers' who had received orders privately suddenly broke away from the crowd and rushed towards George.

George subconsciously tensed his body and raised his hand to block the attack.

The next moment, several 'pop' sounds were heard.

He looked up and found that those people had fallen to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, and he didn't know where they were fatally injured.

The remaining thugs began to become agitated and agitated.

They didn't see what was happening.

But one thing is certain.

The Linga sitting in the car must have done something.

Otherwise, a mere middle-aged or elderly person would not even be able to withstand a casual attack from any of them.

"You are not qualified to challenge me before you defeat George."

Linga saw through their eagerness at a glance and grinned at them, not loudly, but just enough for everyone to hear.

There was no earth-shattering momentum.

Just a simple warning was enough to stop these lawless thugs.

Linga has become stronger.

After the Seventh Fleet and last night's attack, he could clearly feel that he had become stronger. His physical age was equivalent to that of the seventeen-year-old "Pico Template", but he had strength comparable to or even superior to that of the period when the template was completed.

There is no doubt that as time goes by and his body grows, he will become stronger.

growth period.

puberty.

A lot of nutrition is needed.