“Buzz…”
The heavy alloy door slid open to both sides, revealing the spacious and tidy training base behind it.
"Come!"
Chris came to a huge instrument and gestured with his hand:
"Hit me."
This is an instrument similar to a boxing dynamometer, with a solid ball suspended in front and an LCD display at the back.
Looking at the instrument in front of him, Barrow was a little overwhelmed.
"Hit here."
After patting the shot put, Chris clenched his fist with one hand and hit it out suddenly.
"Bang!"
The solid ball trembled violently and turned into afterimages. At the same time, the numbers on the LCD screen also skyrocketed.
100!
200!
…
700!
The final displayed number is 773.
"The power of a punch from an average adult male is between 70 and 100. Professional athletes can reach 150, and top boxers can reach 200 when they go all out."
"Generally speaking, anything over three hundred means extraordinary power."
three hundred?
Barrow pursed his lips when he heard that, stood in front of the instrument, took a deep breath, and then threw a punch with all his might.
"Bang!"
The numbers on the LCD screen jumped slightly.
74!
Barrow looked embarrassed.
This number is relatively common not only compared with Chris, but also among ordinary adult men.
"Don't get excited."
Chris's expression remained unchanged: "It's normal that you didn't control your strength well just now. Relax and slowly feel your muscles. Punch when you are ready."
"Um."
Barrow nodded.
He controlled his breathing according to the other party's instructions, slowly relaxed his mood, and slowly clenched the five fingers of his right hand.
suddenly.
An inexplicable force emerged from the body, flowing through cells, blood, bones, and muscles.
“Swish!”
"Bang!"
As Barrow threw a punch, the solid ball in front of him trembled rapidly and the numbers on the LCD screen flashed quickly.
200!
300!
…
411!
"Not bad." Chris nodded slowly:
"With this punch, even a tiger would be dizzy. An ordinary person simply can't withstand it."
"You have such a strong power at the beginning. I'm afraid your power potential can exceed one thousand."
One thousand is the dividing line of extraordinary power.
However, ordinary firearms can also seriously injure extraordinary people.
Once exceeded.
Ordinary firearms are no longer a threat to this type of existence, and they can also hold official positions in the Night Watch organization.
According to the previous level classification, there are first-order and second-order.
Chris is a second-level extraordinary person.
Just now, his casual punch had a force of over 700. If he punched without thinking of the consequences, the force could exceed 2,000. This is a force comparable to that of a third-level extraordinary person.
“This is to measure speed.”
Arriving at a circular square, Chris pointed to a red line on the ground and said, "Start running from the red line. The less time it takes to punch along the square, the faster you are."
“Professional athletes can run it in thirty seconds.”
"You try it."
At this time, Barrow had become interested. He was moving his hands and feet with excitement on his face and couldn't wait to get on the court.
"Just like before, adjust your breathing and mood, then burst out with all your strength to speed up your run."
"Um."
Barrow nodded.
Standing in front of the red line, with a low roar, he rushed forward like a cheetah.
Faster! Faster!
…
space,
Like stretching.
"stop!"
A loud shout interrupted that strange state. Barrow's legs went limp and he fell to his knees in sweat.
"Six minutes and thirty-four seconds."
Chris said in a surprised tone: "You are more gifted in speed than strength. If your flexibility can keep up..."
"Simply a perfect close combat genius!"
* * * “Barrow!”
Carl, who was observing the test data in the laboratory, looked back and nodded to the somewhat nervous Barrow: "I'm glad you're okay. Your condition was very bad that day. It's a miracle that you can recover like this."
How could a person be alive after being burned to charcoal? But he didn't intend to ask further.
"lucky."
Barrow scratched his head:
"Professor, what should I do now?"
He was in a coma for nearly a month, and was dragged away by Chris for a few days, but new people had already arrived in the laboratory.
The experimental process is also different from before.
"Let's do a blood test first."
Carl stretched out his hand and gestured:
"The machines here are all new. Some require fingerprint unlocking, and some require my latest blood verification."
"This..." Barrow hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay."
After having a tube of blood drawn and his fingerprint password recorded, he quickly began to familiarize himself with the new laboratory.
And Carl went to the top floor.
"Monica."
Handing over Barrow's blood, he asked, "Any questions?"
"What does Professor Carl think of genetically modified humans?" Monica took the blood and licked the corner of her mouth: "I'm very interested in this."
"Genetic modification?" Carl's expression remained unchanged: "Currently, the research on genes and genetics is not thorough, and it involves ethical taboos, so it is difficult to make any progress."
"We don't know what the consequences will be for genetic modification, so I don't agree with it."
"Hmm..." Monica narrowed her eyes:
"Professor Carl should be able to guess that Professor Jim's research direction can be used for genetic modification."
"I'm talking about people!"
?
Carl shook his head slightly:
"If there's nothing else, I'll go down."
"All right!"
Monica sighed, watched Carl leave, then opened the test tube containing the blood and licked it.
"What delicious blood!"
Monica licked the corner of her mouth, her eyes turned red, she took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant.
…………
The office area of BITO Group.
Underground.
Two elders from the Remuel family sat on the huge stone chairs, looking at the blood floating in front of them.
“It really worked.”
One of them said in a muffled voice: "Jim is indeed the most outstanding genius in the relevant field in recent decades."
"grandfather."
Monica knelt on one knee and said, "According to the news from the Night Watch, Barrow now possesses the strength of an elephant, the speed of a falcon, and the agility of a leopard."
"His ability to withstand blows, recovery, and perception have all been significantly improved. According to the previous level classification, he is already a legendary knight."
"Giant elephants, falcons, leopards..." A person above said hoarsely, "They are all mortal creatures."
"Yes." Monica nodded:
"But when the advantages of these creatures are concentrated in one individual, extraordinary power is created."
“Hmm…”
"Ants can lift objects dozens of times their own size. Barrow may be able to do the same in the future."
"It's just the genes of ordinary creatures. It's hard to pose a threat to extraordinary beings. It must be extraordinary creatures." A voice came from above: "How about the backup we found?"
"Professor Carl's scientific research level is beyond doubt." Monica nodded and said, "Unfortunately, I tried to ask him several times, but he didn't intend to do research along the direction of Professor Jim."
"Then find Jim." The voice sounded: "Using Barn and Jim's daughter, we need to find him before the Night's Watch finds him."
"If you can't..."
"Then destroy it!"
"yes!"
Monica nodded heavily.
(End of this chapter)