157: Chapter 157 Bro, why is that security guard three meters tall?

A massive shadow completely blocked out the blinding Texas sun.

It was like a moving black iron tower that had slammed heavily onto the garden lawn.

Chen Nuo's hand, holding the selfie stick, froze completely.

She tilted her head up blankly.

Her gaze climbed up along the black suit trousers, which were as thick as elephant legs.

Pectorals, collarbones, and a blue-grey face wearing large sunglasses.

Chen Nuo felt her cervical spine let out an overwhelmed, cracking sound.

She had never seen such a towering and terrifying humanoid creature in her entire life.

This was definitely over two and a half meters!

It was even approaching three meters!

The sunlight shone on Tyrant No. 1's extra-large custom suit.

The fabric, which should have been loose and crisp, was now stretched tightly across its body like a leotard.

Those grotesquely exaggerated inverted-triangle latissimus dorsi muscles and biceps that were about to burst through the sleeves.

Every slight movement was accompanied by the dangerous "crack, crack" sound of the suit's seams splitting.

But the most deadly thing wasn't its terrifying physique, which could punch through a load-bearing wall with a single blow.

It was the extremely incongruous thing on its head.

A giant pink lace bow.

That was a masterpiece from when First Daughter Jennifer was bored earlier.

Tyrant No. 1 seemed to feel that the pink fabric on its head was a bit of a nuisance.

It stopped its footsteps, which were as heavy as a pile driver.

It slowly raised its massive, blue-grey hand, which was a size larger than an average person's head.

It extended a few fingers as thick as carrots.

It scratched its bald head extremely stiffly and clumsily.

"Riiip—"

Because it didn't control the range of its movement well.

A huge tear ripped open right at the right armpit of the suit.

Revealing dark red muscle fibers inside that looked like twisted steel cables.

That was definitely not muscle tissue that a normal human should have!

Chen Nuo gasped in fright.

Her legs went weak.

She almost fell onto her butt on the edge of the fountain pool.

The phone camera inevitably gave this pink-bowed giant a death close-up from bottom to top.

In the live stream room.

The tens of millions of netizens who were just arguing endlessly about the "anti-wild boar" theory.

The moment Tyrant No. 1's lifeless face appeared on the screen.

They experienced an unprecedented collective crash.

The server fans of the entire live streaming platform let out a frenzied, dying roar.

Immediately after.

The comments flooded the screen like a burst dam.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! What the fuck is this monster?!"

"This height is definitely over 2.8 meters! Yao Ming would look like an elementary school student in front of him!"

"What the hell kind of retired wrestler is this! What kind of wrestler has muscles that can make a custom suit explode at any moment?!"

"Did you guys see the muscles exposed under his armpit? That's not flesh at all!"

"I'm a PhD in anatomy from medical school!"

"I swear on my degree, this is definitely not a human muscle fiber structure!"

"The density and arrangement of those muscle bundles completely violate the physiological limits of carbon-based organisms!"

"I'm a professional bodybuilding coach! Even if you injected ten tons of steroids, you couldn't train for this shoulder width and arm circumference ratio!"

"That face is blue-grey! He has no breathing rhythm! He's not even a living person!"

"A pink bow combined with this hellish level of oppression! What kind of hellish joke is this!"

"Streamer, run! That is definitely a killing machine created by biochemical experiments!"

The professionals in the comments were frantically providing explanations.

All kinds of anatomy and biology theories were being thrown out one after another.

They forcefully turned a family-visiting live stream into an analysis site for a horror sci-fi movie.

Panic spread across the internet like a plague.

Chen Nuo looked at those shocking professional comments on the screen.

She only felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She turned her head with difficulty.

Looking at her brother, who was still standing in place with a gentle and refined demeanor.

Chen Yuan's expression was very calm.

So calm that there wasn't even a trace of unnecessary panic.

He was just quietly watching the head-scratching Tyrant No. 1.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

As if he were just looking at a disobedient, clumsy employee.

But Chen Nuo's mindset had completely collapsed.

If it were an ordinary bodyguard.

Even if they looked a bit fierce, she could accept it.

But this thing in front of her.

The aura of death radiating from behind those cold sunglasses.

Was clearly telling everyone that it could tear a living person in two at any moment.

"Brother..."

Chen Nuo's voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing together.

Her hand holding the selfie stick was shaking like a sieve.

"You just said..."

She pointed at Tyrant No. 1, who was still trying to pull off the pink bow.

Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"You said they were retired wrestlers?"

Chen Yuan nodded.

And even gave her a reassuring smile.

Victor stood behind a pillar in the blind spot of the surveillance.

Covering his face tightly with both hands.

He couldn't bear to watch this car crash of a situation.

The boss's mental fortitude was terrifyingly strong.

Facing this kind of biological weapon leak incident that could trigger World War III.

He could actually still smile!

Chen Nuo was about to break down.

She pointed at the Tyrant's terrifying head, which was almost reaching the second-floor balcony.

And issued a soul-piercing, frantic interrogation.

"Then, Brother, tell me!"

"Why is that security guard three meters tall?!"

"Where in the world is there a wrestler with blue skin who doesn't even need to breathe?!"

"What on earth is that lump of meat under his armpit that looks like steel cable?!"

Chen Nuo's questioning voice echoed in the garden.

Carrying a sense of despair from having her worldview completely shattered.

She felt the scientific worldview she had built over the past twenty years being crushed inch by inch.

Tens of millions of eyes in the live stream room were glued to the screen.

Countless netizens held their breath.

The agents from various national intelligence agencies who were monitoring the live stream in real-time.

Also gripped their water cups tightly.

The intelligence center at Langley even sounded a red biohazard alarm.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting to see if this President Chen, who a second ago was still fooling the entire internet with the bullshit reason of "anti-wild boar."

Facing this ironclad proof of a non-human biological weapon.

Could still make up some shocking nonsense.

In the camera view.

Tyrant No. 1 finally ripped off that annoying pink bow.

It casually threw the bundle of lace on the ground.

Its heavy leather shoes stepped on it without realizing it.

Its massive head turned slowly.

The cold gaze from under the sunglasses.

Seemed to lock onto every netizen watching the live stream directly through the phone screen.

That shivering sensation of being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

Was transmitted precisely to everyone's nerve endings along the internet cables.

Chen Yuan ignored his sister's collapsing interrogation.

He walked slowly and methodically in front of Tyrant No. 1.

Even though the 1.85-meter-tall Chen Yuan appeared somewhat slight in front of this monster.

The aura he exuded was not inferior at all.

It even carried a sense of absolute suppression that a superior has over an ultimate weapon.

Chen Yuan reached out.

In the terrified gaze of tens of millions of netizens.

He unceremoniously patted the Tyrant's iron-like arm.

Then.

He turned around.

Facing Chen Nuo, who was about to cry from fear, and the entire world that was frantically boiling behind the screen.

He took a deep breath.

His handsome face revealed an extremely serious expression filled with humanistic concern.