Taking Bullets Head-On

Within the official residence, the core guard force consisted of Zhang Yang's own personnel.

His elite soldier.

"Come here," Zhang Yang beckoned to one of the elite soldiers.

The elite soldier immediately obeyed the order and stood straight in front of Zhang Yang, awaiting instructions and deployment.

Zhang Yang's gaze lingered on the assault rifle the elite soldier carried and the pistol at his waist, his expression slightly hesitant.

How about testing your current physical strength with an assault rifle?

No, it's better not to be overconfident.

Let's try it with a pistol first.

"Give me the pistol." Zhang Yang held out his hand.

Without hesitation, the elite soldier took the pistol from his waist and handed it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang raised his pistol and chambered a bullet.

Then... he aimed it at his own arm...

He wasn't trying blindly. He had a general feeling about his current physical strength, which was much stronger than before.

Taking a handgun bullet at close range shouldn't be a problem.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

Clench your left fist.

The skin on my forearm, which was originally as smooth and delicate as jade, suddenly became taut and crackling, and the muscle fibers under the skin bulged out as if steel bars were being twisted into strands.

"Now."

Zhang Yang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With his exceptional dynamic vision and reflexes, he could clearly see the bullet leaving the barrel, spiraling outwards, and even the air seemed to ripple with its movement.

Then, breaking through layers of air, it finally made contact with his forearm.

Bang!

Zhang Yang's forearm trembled slightly.

A clanging sound.

The spent cartridge case fell to the ground.

Under the moonlight, he slowly raised his forearm.

The muscles that had just been bulging contracted and disappeared beneath the pale skin of his forearm, leaving a faint white mark on the skin where the bullet had just struck.

But soon, the white mark disappeared.

Under the light, his forearm was turned over and over, and there was no trace of the bullets he had just taken.

"It actually... works..."

Zhang Yang's voice betrayed his excitement.

Even if it's just a pistol.

But these are bullets!

Since the invention of firearms, all flesh and blood are nothing but bubbles and shadows in the face of firearms; this is an ironclad rule!

But today, he actually broke this ironclad rule.

Moreover, this was a shot fired at close range.

Completely unharmed!

Suddenly, Zhang Yang inexplicably recalled those novels and movies where the most direct description of the protagonist's strength was... enduring bullets head-on.

This is like a landmark, a watershed moment.

And now, I've actually done it in real life.

This is simply...

Moreover, the fact that he was able to withstand that bullet doesn't mean his strength has reached its limit; it means his potential is far beyond what he's currently at.

Zhang Yang glanced at the assault rifle in the soldier king's hand, and a surge of impulse welled up inside him.

But he quickly suppressed that impulse.

He was fairly confident in withstanding pistol bullets, but he was really hesitant to try with an assault rifle. Just look at the power of the AK47; it could penetrate a six-millimeter-thick steel plate at 100 meters, and its power could potentially increase many times over at close range.

Can you withstand assault rifle bullets at close range?

Even he himself wouldn't believe it if he told the truth.

He just wanted to test his abilities; how could he possibly risk his life?

Fortunately, even the current results are already satisfactory to him.

"With my absolute strength, plus that bunch of life-saving items, who in this world can hurt me?" Zhang Yang felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Strength and physical strength are closely related.

His defensive capabilities allow him to withstand handgun bullets at close range without sustaining a single injury; his absolute physical strength must have also undergone a significant leap.

Zhang Yang walked into the secluded courtyard, looking around for landmarks.

Inside the yard, a car was parked for easy access.

It weighs approximately two tons.

He stepped forward, bent down slightly, and supported the chassis with one arm.

Then, his legs, like pile drivers, dug deep into the ground.

The next second, he raised one arm.

The two-ton vehicle tilted instantly as he raised his arm and straightened his back, seemingly about to be flipped over.

Zhang Yang understood instantly.

This is his absolute power. He doesn't use any fancy techniques to deflect force; it's pure, absolute power.

With a single arm, it can overturn a two-ton vehicle.

If both hands are used together, integrating all the strength of the body into one, this sudden burst of full power is enough to flip the car over like a rolling gourd, sending it flying more than ten meters.

"Call."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling immensely comforted.

The benefits of this intermediate-level gene serum are indeed terrifying, and it certainly justifies his painstaking efforts in pushing Zabol to the throne of President Gango.

Now that everything has settled down, he has ushered in his most fruitful harvest season.

After casually waving away the elite soldiers beside him, Zhang Yang turned and walked into the mansion, preparing to have a good long sleep in preparation for the upcoming presidential inauguration.

Zabol became president of Gango.

Zhang Yang will also make a public appearance at this inauguration ceremony, announcing his existence to all those who are interested.

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Three days later, the grand inauguration ceremony of the President of the Gangge Republic took place.

This inauguration ceremony was completely different from the previous ones.

The former president's rise to power was illegitimate, achieved through a coup, and his foundation was inherently unstable, so he naturally couldn't win the support of the people.

Zabol, who held high-ranking positions in three provinces, including Commander-in-Chief of the Defense Forces, Vice President, and Acting President, was unparalleled in the country in terms of both strength and prestige, and was followed by all.

In addition, he came to power through a formal presidential election.

This position is entirely deserved, reasonable, and widely expected.

At the inauguration ceremony:

Among those present were high-ranking military and political officials from the Gangge Republic, numerous foreign ambassadors to the Gangge Republic, and representatives from various sectors of the Gangge Republic.

There were also congratulatory letters from heads of state around the world.

Including the China.

Under the scrutiny of cameras, Zabol, dressed in a formal suit, spoke passionately and inspiringly to the cameras.

Zhang Yang stood beside him, tall and imposing, with a perfect face, as if a god had descended from the heavens.

This scene, once broadcast, reached countless households, and Zhang Yang's image came into the sight of countless people...

From that day forward, Zabol officially ascended to the pinnacle of power in the Gangge Republic. The rulers of all the provinces across the country rose up to declare their support for the new president...

After the meeting, Zhang Yang was entrusted with an important task.

He serves as both the commander of the presidential guard and a presidential advisor. Although his titles are concise, he has the power to intervene in all matters, large and small.

To put it bluntly, he is the most trusted confidant, a powerful figure within the country, second only to the emperor.

With absolute power in hand, it goes without saying.

Of course, there were dissenting voices, after all, Zhang Yang has an Asian face and is not a citizen of this country.

At that moment, a bombshell announcement was made.

This new commander of the presidential guard also has another identity: a warrior of all races.

It enjoys the support of numerous tribes, both large and small, within Gango.

These words immediately dispelled all doubts.

After all, tribal civilization is deeply rooted in the foundation of Africa civilization as a whole, and the authority and power of the tribe are sacred and inviolable.

With the support of all ethnic groups, Zhang Yang's golden statue has been erected.

From that time on, no one in Gango dared to bring up his bloodline, race, or nationality.

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That day, at Jinsa, inside Zhang Yang's private residence.

Zhang Yang is meeting with a guest.

Inside the mansion, laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air.

"Ambassador Yuan, thank you for your visit. I will convey your greetings to the President," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The visitor was none other than the ambassador from the China Gangge Republic, whom he had met once before.

Zhang Yang predicts that the two will have many interactions during this person's tenure.

Now that Zabol has successfully risen to power, his status as Zabol's closest confidant has naturally risen accordingly, becoming extremely important, almost equivalent to a bridge between the two countries.

Ambassador Yuan's visit to him not only demonstrated his own attitude, but also the attitude of the country towards him.

That means attaching importance to it, absolutely attaching importance to it.

Similarly, China is Zhang Yang's home, and as a Chinese citizen, he naturally wants to contribute to the relationship between the two countries.

Let's not get into any grand, righteous talk.

Even from a purely economic perspective, this is a win-win situation.

Although there are only interests between countries, everyone knows that China is a kind and honest institution. As long as you stick close to China University, China will never let you suffer any losses.

Therefore, as soon as Zabol took office, the national policy of the Gangge Republic was to side with the China, without wavering.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you!" Ambassador Yuan suddenly stepped forward and shook Zhang Yang's hand tightly.

"No need to thank me, we're all on the same side." Zhang Yang winked and said, "The things you just mentioned are not problems. I'll arrange for the relevant departments from both sides to meet and coordinate."

Ambassador Yuan just mentioned a few areas for cooperation.

This relates to issues such as infrastructure, China World Trade Center, and mineral and energy exports.

These are all major events that benefit the country and its people, and are win-win situations.

Zhang Yang readily agreed.

Ambassador Yuan was overjoyed, but also deeply moved.

I knew this compatriot held a significant position in the Gango, but I didn't realize it had reached such a level that it could influence national policy...

A moment later, after seeing Ambassador Yuan off.

Zhang Yang walked alone into the courtyard of the mansion, admiring the beautiful garden while his thoughts wandered.

He certainly didn't come up with the Gangge Republic's foreign policy on a whim. The cooperation between the two countries actually has a long history, and they have always had a good relationship.

However, due to political instability in Gango, national policies often could not be sustained.

This has led to some collaborations being subject to frequent changes and cannot be guaranteed.

Now that a powerful figure like Zabol has come to power, in addition to further deepening cooperation between the two countries, he will naturally strive to do everything perfectly.

To put it simply, it's about creating a stable environment for cooperation.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing," Zhang Yang suddenly said to himself with a smile.

A transport plane lands at an air force base in Jinsa.

Zhang Yang also met with his old business partner.

Arms dealer Hogni.

"Zhang... my friend." Hogni got off the plane with great enthusiasm and wanted to give him a hug.

The two had conflicts, faced life-or-death situations, and also engaged in numerous business transactions and collaborations.

To Hogni, Zhang Yang's image at this moment was practically that of a god.

He was practically groveling.

He could emerge unscathed from missile strikes, and now, having risen step by step to become a powerful figure in the Gangge Republic, he was not surprised at all.

"Where's the stuff?" Zhang Yang waved his hand, stopping Hogni from shamelessly coming forward.

Although the two had reconciled, he still held this warmonger in utter contempt.

As long as he exists, the wars around the borders of the Gangge Republic will continue, and the flames of war in various ethnic conflicts across the Africa continent will never be extinguished.

Although Zhang Yang knew that this guy was actually just a spokesperson for one side.

"Everyone is here, not one missing." Hogni didn't seem to care about Zhang Yang's attitude and said with a smile.

"And... what about the fighter jet I wanted?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Please wait a moment!" Hogni smiled and looked up at the sky.

In a short while, a MiG-29 descended from the sky.

This was the fighter jet Zhang Yang wanted, which Hogni directly arranged for a pilot to fly over and deliver.

"It comes with missiles, they're old-fashioned, but... they're enough," Hogni said with a smile.

Zhang Yang looked at this classic aircraft that had been in service since the 1980s and 90s.

This aircraft is a classic design by the Mikoyan Design Bureau, with a total production of over 1,600 units. It was once exported to more than 30 countries and is still in service today.

While it may not be considered particularly advanced, it's still a game-changer in Africa.

"Does the pilot need it? You can keep it?" Hogni asked again, leaning forward.

"No need for pilots," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Although he didn't acquire fighter jet piloting skills from the system, with his current body enhanced by intermediate-level gene serum, his extraordinary neural reflexes and dynamic vision, he could easily pilot a fighter jet with a little training.

Or to put it another way, even the world's top fighter pilots would be no match for him.

To give a simple example.

The average pilot experiences a gravitational acceleration of nine Gs.

Top-tier ace pilots experience gravitational accelerations of nine to twelve Gs.

During ejection, the g-forces may spike to 15 or 16 Gs, but by then the pilot is practically unconscious, facing a life-or-death situation.

And Zhang Yang...

Now, he can fall 100 meters straight down unscathed, and his body can withstand close-range pistol bullets.

Gravitational acceleration?

Even if he pushes to the limit, so what? To him, it's like a mosquito tickling him; he might not even feel a thing.

Looking at the obsequious Hogni in front of him, Zhang Yang waved his hand, signaling someone to coordinate the equipment with his side.

As for the cost...

According to industry practice, the matter should be settled as agreed. Hogni's after-sales service is quite good and they are considered trustworthy.

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Although the Gangge Republic has a weak air force, it still has basic flight schools.

After spending a little time training on basic fighter jet piloting techniques, Zhang Yang had already mastered the skills of piloting a fighter jet.

The intermediate-level gene serum enhanced him not only in terms of physical function, but also in the enhancement and development of his brain.

Now, he can easily have a photographic memory.

Their ability to understand and appreciate knowledge is simply outrageous.