There's something wrong with me

“Slow down, slow down…”

“Careful, don't rush…”

Noon.

Everyone was moving batteries, with a level of care comparable to carrying their own baby.

Zhang Feng and Lao Liu were in the command center, watching the screens.

During this time, most of the researchers and electrical personnel, after receiving the batteries, began to appropriately modify the power lines and replace the internal power grid.

Also, during this process, data and some transmissions had to be interrupted appropriately.

However, some facilities would remain operational to handle normal work.

Just then.

Lao Liu watched for a while, then suddenly said with a smile, "Director Zhang, we've really become a heavenly court now, a sci-fi heavenly court in reality."

"What heavenly court?" Zhang Feng shook his head, "My idea is to popularize it as soon as possible, and then liberate more manpower and resources.

Especially there's something else."

Zhang Feng spoke to Lao Liu quite frankly, "Once every household is using Z1 batteries, electricity bills can be saved.

The money saved can be used to buy medicine or whatever.

It can even be popularized in more places.

There are still some good people in foreign countries, we can't condemn them all."

Zhang Feng now only wants data, so global data, if possible, still needs to be opened up.

As for the handling process, it will be handed over to the authorities for negotiation.

With so many scientists as the foundation, they will definitely provide relatively good answers.

"Give it to foreign countries? Not necessarily." Lao Liu said with a smile, "Of course, what I mean by not necessarily is not denying that there are good people abroad.

But rather, in our country, we can make a decision with one word and relieve more people's economic burden.

But like those bigwigs and councilors abroad, even if they get the technology and can't collect electricity bills, they will definitely impose some kind of 'solar tax' on their own people.

As for their electricity bureau, it can also be called the Solar Bureau."

Lao Liu said with a smile, then suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Feng again,

"The impact of our Z1 technology is too great. Many places across the country are mass-producing it, and many people abroad have heard the news.

Director Zhang, do you know what they call you abroad after your medical skills and the invention of the Z1 solar battery came out?"

"What?" Zhang Feng didn't pay attention to these things, but hearing Lao Liu ask, he was also curious, "Still God?"

"No!" Lao Liu said seriously, "In Greek mythology, there is a god who is the god of light, prophecy, and medicine.

He is also the protector of human migration and sailors.

This god is the sun god Apollo.

People abroad now call you 'Sun God, Apollo'.

There are even some tycoons and believers who have started to worship your statue and build temples for you, do you know that?"

"What superstition, I don't believe they are sincere." Zhang Feng shook his head, not interested in this.

Perhaps, these people just want to use his reputation to swindle some money.

Zhang Feng didn't believe in that kind of worship of a god.

But then he thought about it, thinking of the 'energy person' who was beaten up and brought into the drug center, and the adoring look in his eyes.

Zhang Feng hesitated again.

Perhaps some people are really blinded?

It's just that Zhang Feng can find the root cause at a deeper level, knowing that that kind of blindness is not really worshiping 'God', but worshiping 'knowledge'.

Thinking of this, honestly, he was still very happy.

Accomplishing something in learning is to benefit more people, and then also obtain the big data martial arts benefits that he wants most.

Very good, a win-win situation.

The technology from the last world was worth the trip.

"Organize it later."

Zhang Feng thought in his heart, and also said to Lao Liu, "Regarding the resources and manpower saved after replacing the power grid, submit them to the planning department.

Strive to put the extra resources to our side to the greatest extent possible."

"Don't worry, leader!" Lao Liu said seriously, "I will definitely handle the things you have entrusted to me well!"

"Also, that who." Zhang Feng thought of the injured energy person, "Let him transfer to another hospital quickly. Don't put any more strange people in the base in the future."

Since he is wholeheartedly researching, then being more formal is definitely right.

The base only needs technologists.

"Yes!" Lao Liu replied even more solemnly, and prepared to further strengthen the martial law.

… …

Afternoon.

Zhang Feng came out of the base.

He just wanted to walk around and see if his friends had left him any messages.

Once he left the signal shielding area.

Buzz buzz buzz ~

The phone really rang continuously.

Excluding irrelevant information, Zhang Feng found that Xiao Li didn't say anything, but Master Wang had called him for a drink two days ago.

As for the rest, it was two calls from the curator.

After a quick glance.

Zhang Feng called back.

Once connected.

"Master Zhang!" The curator's tone was very excited, "Did you invent a new battery? The internet is going crazy now! Your topic is everywhere!"

"Don't say useless things." Zhang Feng lay on the grass, "Get straight to the point, what's the matter?"

"This…" The curator suddenly paused, and then said with a hearty laugh, "Master Wang and I were thinking, can you leave us two batteries? We want to see this high technology."

"I thought it was something." Zhang Feng said casually, "This will be popularized across the country sooner or later, it's not a big secret.

How about this, I'll find someone later, and after the new batch of batteries comes out, if the base doesn't need them, I'll have him send you a few.

The data center is still the priority, this is the main thing.

Buddy, you won't blame me for this, right?"

"Master Zhang, how dare I blame you…" The curator was flattered when he heard this buddy, and even felt that the batteries were unnecessary.

Anyway, he just wanted to see them and satisfy his curiosity with Master Wang.

If he delayed the main business for curiosity, then Zhang Feng wouldn't say anything, but he would have to slap himself twice.

"By the way, Master Wang left a message two days ago." Zhang Feng looked at the sky, it was already evening, "Did he say he was treating me to dinner because of the battery too?"

"It's about the battery." The curator replied, "But it's also because we haven't seen each other for almost half a year, so we're taking the opportunity of the battery to get together."

"Then let's postpone this." Zhang Feng looked at his legs, "I've been a little busy recently, I'll find you guys when the time comes."

The newly opened meridians need to be familiarized, and the physique needs to be improved.

So Zhang Feng was very disciplined and didn't go drinking.

"Okay!" The curator replied with a smile, "Master Zhang is waiting for you to cook, you said last time you wanted to cook, authentic捞面."

"Yeah, you're right about that." Zhang Feng immediately got excited when he heard him say that his cooking was good, "This noodles, in fact, many people can make it.

But the chewiness of this noodle, and my secret chili sauce, there's a lot of mystery in it.

Many people don't understand this.

Anyway, you and Li Zi and the others wait, it will definitely be delicious when the time comes, each person has to eat at least two bowls for me."

"Okay… haha!" The curator was drooling from what he said, "Waiting for you, Master Zhang!"

"Okay, I'll contact you guys when the time comes." Zhang Feng said, and then hung up the phone.

… …

Practicing, although a bit boring, but it's good to get used to it.

And in the process of getting used to it, it becomes an instinct.

Then it's not boring, but like eating, it becomes a necessity.

And the people regard food as their heaven, when eating to the gourmet food, also can have a kind of beautiful satisfaction desire.

Zhang Feng is now practicing martial arts like this, the more he practices, the more satisfied he becomes, turning martial arts into eating gourmet food.

Also on the twentieth day of his return.

Zhang Feng finished practicing today, lying on the grass outside the base, his body aching.

Rumbling—

In the distance, there were still the sounds of factory construction and commands, adding some popularity to the tranquility.

Bored, Zhang Feng also took out his phone, opened the chat software, and originally wanted to chat with friends.

At this time, the video website pushed a message, the content was 'The martial artist group is about to become the mainstream era of chat groups'.

Seeing this news, Zhang Feng casually opened it.

A quick glance revealed that it mainly discussed how martial arts gyms everywhere were filled with professional martial artists, making it difficult for ordinary people to integrate, even to the point of feeling like they were 'listening to heavenly scriptures'.

In contrast, on some chat applications, some ordinary martial practitioners had spontaneously created martial artist groups.

They could chat together.

And within these various groups, large groups had 3,000 people, while smaller groups had a hundred or two.

Ordinary martial practitioners liked to communicate here.

‘Online discussion rooms?’

Zhang Feng found it interesting, then used the chat application to search for groups using the keyword 'martial artist'.

Clicking search, a dense list immediately appeared, filled with martial artist groups and professional martial artist groups.

Professional martial artist groups were easily distinguishable at a glance.

They were all named like 'Lin Province Official Martial Artist Gym Group 2', or 'Shan City Martial Artist Li Family Gym'.

Groups with 'Gym' in their names were professional martial artist groups.

As for private groups, there were some small groups, or small groups of individuals from normal companies.

Larger groups were 'Shan Province Martial Artist Exchange Group', 'Liu City Martial Artist Discussion Group', these did not have the word 'Gym' in them.

The two sides had distinct paths, to avoid people joining the wrong group.

Zhang Feng found it interesting, then searched and found an ordinary martial artist group within his province.

The current number of people was (2991 / 3000)

He decided to join it to see what they were chatting about.

Creating a small chat account, he clicked to join.

There were also group joining questions.

(Question 1: The name of the Pioneer)

(Question 2: Please list three names of meridian acupoints)

(Question 3: Is there a connection between overclocking and martial arts?)

Seeing these three questions.

Zhang Feng answered them one by one, all correctly.

Then, as soon as he entered, several people were engaged in a heated discussion.

It seemed to be about a matter of practicing martial arts, with different opinions.

(Catch the ball: I just had an epiphany, resonated for half a minute before it disappeared)

(Water is clear: What epiphany? Resonance is just a skill you’ve mastered, there’s no such thing as an epiphany, and the concept of epiphany doesn't exist)

(Catch the ball: There can be an epiphany! I just opened a meridian in my leg for a moment, although it was very short, there really can be an epiphany)

(123: Epiphany my foot? What you’re experiencing is called ‘lucky resonance’, I sometimes have it too)

(Pengpeng Bird: Yes, this is really not an epiphany, an epiphany should be something that takes effect for a long time after you understand it? Something that lasts forever?)

(Water is clear: I agree with Bird Bro’s statement, an epiphany is an epiphany, ‘lucky resonance’ is luck, don’t take it seriously, you still need to practice properly)

(123: That Catch the ball brother, there are files posted by the administrator in the group, they are proper professional martial artists, you should take a closer look before you speak)

(Water is clear: Yes, Martial Artist Big Brother also said that this is called ‘lucky resonance’, many martial arts gyms use this term)

(Administrator. Wei + Hang: An epiphany is permanent, lucky resonance is not an epiphany)

(Water is clear: See! Martial Artist Big Brother said so)

(123: +1)

(Pengpeng Bird: Martial Artist Big Brother is awesome, his words are sharp, hit the nail on the head, simple and easy to understand!)

(Catch the ball: Thank you Martial Artist Big Brother, I understand, I will continue to work hard)

… …

‘Epiphany? Lucky resonance? What kind of logic is this? What strange new words?

Aren't they just bluffing people? These kids actually believe it.’

Zhang Feng glanced at their discussion, seeing that they were obviously all wrong, he couldn't help but type.

(Z: Don't listen to the smooth talk of those professional martial artists, they are also like a bottle half full of water, always shaking.

And don’t listen to this or that.

The so-called lucky resonance you guys are talking about is actually a small manifestation of an epiphany.

If you can remember that feeling and achieve it again, wouldn't it become permanent overclocking?)

(Pengpeng Bird: He actually dares to contradict Martial Artist Big Brother?)

(Water is clear: Hey… don't stir up trouble, I think what Z said is right, but it's not easy, because I've heard of visualization, it seems like it can really be achieved?)

(Catch the ball: I said it was an epiphany!)

(123: But can you reproduce it?)

(Administrator. Wei + Hang: Z, visualization practice, it seems that only the owners and coaches of the major gyms know a little about it? It’s not wrong for us students in ordinary gyms to talk about lucky resonance, right?)

(Z: Oh right, I forgot, visualization hasn't been popularized yet, and it's difficult to popularize, I haven't taught it either, let's not talk about this for now)

(Catch the ball: ? ? ?)

(123: ? ? ?)

(Water is clear: You teach? Are you a gym owner? Or a martial arts gym coach?)

(Pengpeng Bird: Brother, if you are a coach, you should tell the group owner and have him give you an admin role)

(Administrator. Wei + Hang: You are a coach?)

After they replied, they were all waiting for Z's answer.

Because if a gym owner or coach came to their group, that would definitely be a great thing!

At least it would be considered free teaching.

And listening to Z's words, it seemed like he knew his stuff, and didn't seem to be teasing them.

Including the group members who weren't typing, they were also watching in silence.

For a moment, the group fell silent.

Just as they thought Z had run away after saying something big.

Z replied.

The latest novels are first published on 69shuba!

(Z: In a few days, I'll broadcast live in the group to teach you, I have something to do right now)

Outside the base.

Zhang Feng turned off his phone and looked at the several approaching military helicopters.

“President Zhang!”

Old Liu waved from the helicopter's cabin, the helicopter was also slowly landing.

Zhang Feng took a few glances, feeling very puzzled.

He just came out for a walk, surely it wasn't necessary to send a helicopter to find him?

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng suddenly paused, without waiting for Old Liu, who had just landed, to speak, he asked: "Where did something happen?"

“Southeast, nine hundred miles.” Old Liu handed Zhang Feng a file.

“Suspected professional martial artist murder.”

The thing he was worried about still happened.

But he wasn't very worried, and it wouldn't affect the superhuman plan.

Because even without martial arts, some people would still commit crimes.

However, this person was ultimately a professional martial artist, and it was the first case.

Old Liu valued it very much and decided to personally arrest the person.

He came over now to report to President Zhang.

At the same time, Zhang Feng saw that he looked like he was about to leave, and followed him onto the helicopter.

“Let’s go take a look together.”

… …

Ceng City is a medium-sized city.

And currently has 21 martial arts gyms.

15 official, the rest are local enterprises, and one is privately operated.

There are over ten thousand students.

Later that night, when they arrived at the police station.

Zhang Feng also learned about the case from several criminal police officers.

The deceased was the manager of a large local company, two hours and forty-five minutes ago, he withdrew cash from a bank in the city, and then was killed in a blind spot of the parking lot's surveillance, and 420,000 yuan in payment was also robbed.

And according to the video footage retrieved from nearby, the suspect was obviously disguised, making it difficult to determine his identity.

And there were no biological residues such as DNA left behind.

This was a premeditated robbery and murder.

But according to the injuries of the deceased, the traces of being kicked at the throat were obviously a fatal blow.

Suspected professional martial artist committed the crime, kicking and shattering his throat with one kick when the deceased was standing.

The ruthlessness of the method, before the arrival of the superhuman era, very few people could do such a clean and decisive fatal blow.

And at this moment.

Inside the large conference room.

Zhang Feng sat at the head, after listening to the report and looking at the room full of special personnel and criminal police officers.

Without looking at the deceased's autopsy report, or the scene, etc.

Zhang Feng directly ordered: “Retrieve all the surveillance footage of the murderer.”

"Yes!" Old Liu responded from the side, then instructed the criminal police captain, who hadn't dared to speak, to retrieve the footage.

The recordings were also nearby.

After receiving them, the captain personally took charge and immediately started the playback.

Everyone in the room was watching, partly to catch the culprit, and undeniably, some wanted to show their capabilities in front of Director Zhang.

Zhang Feng quietly watched the footage, spotting individuals resembling the suspect in several frames.

He was heavily disguised, deliberately concealing his actions and movements.

"He…" At the same time, the captain wanted to point at the recording and share his views and some guesses about the person.

But seeing how quiet the hall was, and looking at the special forces personnel with rifles around him.

He felt it was better not to say anything.

"Speak your mind," Zhang Feng said, breaking the silence. "What are your thoughts?"

"Report!" The captain stood at attention and said, "The suspect possesses a certain level of counter-surveillance ability. He knows we will analyze his behavior and movements.

So, we are stuck in a stalemate regarding behavioral patterns, but we are preparing to start by meticulously examining his clothes and the videos of his walking routes…"

As the captain spoke, his voice gradually diminished.

Because this still required investigation, and more importantly, it meant opening a breakthrough from a matter with currently no significant clues.

This was the most difficult, and it wasn't something that could be cleared up in one night.

Therefore, he had prepared himself to speak less nonsense and check the recordings more.

"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded, "The general idea isn't wrong, but regarding martial artist matters, we can't investigate like this anymore. It's too slow."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at Old Liu and said, "Bring out the data notebook."

"Okay…" Old Liu took out the encrypted laptop and prepared to have everyone leave.

"No need." Zhang Feng pointed to the large screen. "Project it, everyone learn a bit, sharpen your eyes. I plan to connect the military and police personnel database with basic character data for big data in the future.

Let's start with the following model."

Having said that, Zhang Feng instructed Old Liu to operate it, "Turn off the physical fitness data and the confidential personnel identity information, only display the basic personal information."

"Yes." Old Liu responded and operated it before projecting it onto the large screen.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, seeing that it resembled ID cards, with figures appearing one by one, "This person has traces of formal learning, so there must be information left behind.

Therefore, in the future, you must also focus on learning martial arts, including the assessment of the unit system in the future, you must also add the judgment of martial artist behavior, and the degree of martial arts cognition.

This is a key point.

I also joined a group today and suddenly found that many people still have a superficial understanding of martial arts.

This is not acceptable.

At least our official personnel can't be half-baked like this."

"Yes…" Everyone was listening and taking notes.

Zhang Feng nodded slightly and looked at Old Liu again, "The criminal learned Eight-Step Rush Cicada. Filter for men who have trained in Eight-Step Rush Cicada."

"Yes!" Old Liu accepted the order and began to operate.

After the screening was completed, there were still more than 10,000 digital images on the screen.

Zhang Feng said again, "Age 32, physique between 16~17, 'Suspended Bell, Liangqiu, Chengshan' three meridians, as long as one of them resonates, filter."

Swish Swish—

Old Liu continued to operate.

After another screening, only 51 people remained.

"Filter nearby provinces."

Swish—

Only five people remained.

"Those who temporarily overclocked in the last month, filter."

Swish—

Only one person remained.

Huff—

Zhang Feng got up, looked at the dazed crowd, and then pointed to the large screen, at the suspect whose figure was basically the same as on the surveillance footage,

"The identity of the criminal has been determined. Check the recent flights, train stations, and Tianyan data to see where this person is."

…

Twenty minutes later.

On a highway in the city leading to other provinces.

Zhang Feng and Old Liu were on the roadside, with hidden special forces personnel behind them.

Also, in the middle of the road, there were two vehicles disguised as car accidents.

During this time, vehicles passing by here would appropriately slow down.

Similarly, as long as the suspect stopped or slowed down here, it would be much easier to handle.

And through big data Tianyan, Zhang Feng and others had already locked in his route.

Including on the branch roads of this highway, there were also law enforcement personnel setting up checkpoints.

At the same time, in the pile of special forces personnel behind Zhang Feng, there were not only law enforcement recorders, but also several serious-looking 'battlefield reporters,' including the silent middle-aged reporter from Xia City.

The first professional martial artist capture was destined to be publicized to dispel some people's criminal thoughts.

'The pace of the new era cannot be stopped because of some trivial matters.'

The middle-aged reporter didn't like to talk, but every shot was presented in a documentary-like real way.

Whoosh whoosh—

About two minutes passed.

In his camera, two cars came from afar one after another.

The leading vehicle had no problems and was slowing down.

But the last car was the vehicle driven by the criminal!

And at this moment.

The criminal was quite cunning. When he saw the car accident ahead, he not only didn't slow down, but instead stepped on the accelerator, overtook the car in front, and prepared to rush straight through!

Swoosh—

When the special forces personnel in the bushes saw the criminal was about to break through, they also subconsciously got up, preparing to forcibly arrest him.

The middle-aged reporter also got up at the same time, skillfully taking out a Type 54 pistol in one hand and a camera in the other, looking for the best angle.

It was just when they had just gotten up.

Zhang Feng leaped out in one step, crossing more than ten meters, and came to the center of the highway, exerting force on his shoulders at the same time, and butted into the side of the oncoming car!

Bang!

A heavy muffled sound of steel colliding.

In an instant, the car seemed to be hit by a shell, the structure on the side twisted and dented, and under the inertia of the impact, it flew sideways forward, rolled over in a circle, and rushed out of the road.

In another step, Zhang Feng had already crossed a distance of more than forty meters, came to the overturned car, and pulled out the unconscious criminal.

At this moment.

Whether it was the middle-aged reporter or the special forces personnel, all of them were in a daze.

Although Director Zhang already had some magical methods, such terrifying inhuman strength, such a direct destructive power of the human body, was the first time they had seen it.

"Use… use manpower to smash a car away?"

"Director Zhang's power… I'm afraid it has exceeded three tons…"

"A person with a weight of more than one hundred kilograms, exerting a force of six thousand kilograms? Sixty times?"

They were surprised again and again, unable to imagine that people could reach such a functional structure.

"This is body exertion." Zhang Feng saw so many recording instruments and thought that his hard qigong hadn't been promoted yet, so that's right, he used it as a temporary lesson and said:

"I have self-developed a method of hard qigong.

It combines the Great Subduing Demon Fist and the Eight-Step Rush Cicada, which can allow our entire body to form and generate a kind of force."

Zhang Feng held the criminal in one hand and gestured at his bones in the other,

"When martial arts are great, all bones will become big bows, and the qi of the whole body will condense into one.

Strength is the arrow that is shot out.

Just like the Bajiquan Iron Mountain Lean just now, a very simple move, plus a simple body exertion, such a bow, an arrow, can form a force strike of several tons."