The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Not only Li Qing and Cage landed safely, but most of the soldiers in J Squad also landed successfully.

The members of Squad J were quite lucky; at least they weren't wiped out at the start.

Well...except for that one fat guy.

Upon seeing that he had landed safely, the fat man Kimmel immediately cheered excitedly.

Opening champagne at halftime, what good can come of that?

A transport plane crashed from high altitude, landing directly on the fat man, Kimmel.

It'll probably turn into a meat patty.

The transport plane crashed into the beach, sending up a three-meter-high wave of sand.

Sergeant Major Farrell also landed safely, and was not far from Cage.

Kimmel had naturally witnessed the scene of being crushed into a meat patty, and he was speechless, cursing under his breath.

"This idiot!"

"What's going on? How did these mimics know we were going to attack today? They're all lying in ambush here! Could there be a traitor among the humans?" Greave was terrified, shocked by the deaths of his teammates.

"Don't think too much, stay calm! Maintain formation, everyone on alert!" Farrell, as expected of a sergeant major, was much better than those privates, remaining calm in the face of trouble.

"Nancy, how far away are the enemies?"

"Sergeant Major, they're 100 meters ahead of us!"

"Prepare to attack!"

"Yes!"

The members of Squad J all kept their eyes fixed ahead, ready to attack any mimicry that appeared at any moment.

But mimicry is far more sophisticated than they thought.

Sneak attacks are their specialty.

A mimic emerged from the sand behind the squad. The mimic moved silently, and none of the squad members noticed it appearing behind them.

Cage, who was hiding behind, noticed this and was about to speak up to warn him.

However, another figure was faster than him.

The man charged straight at the mimic, his speed as fast as lightning, and punched it directly in the head.

The immense force sent the mimic flying, a single punch sending it flying more than ten meters away before it crashed heavily into a nearby sand dune.

Cage, who witnessed everything, was stunned. He gasped in disbelief, unable to comprehend how a human could possess such speed and strength.

It's so scary!

I'm so envious. Compared to that person, I'm practically a piece of trash.

Li Qing's punch struck the mimic, accompanied by a loud bang.

"What's that noise? It's so loud!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

The team members in front were not deaf, but they didn't react immediately because the sound was too loud and the distance was too close. The loud noise made them feel a little tinnitus.

It took them a while to recover and turn around to look back.

I saw Li Qing, this unfamiliar figure.

Then I saw Cage lying on the beach, looking dazed.

Noticing that Cage was staring blankly at something, I couldn't help but turn my head to look in the direction Cage was staring at.

A mimicry body was completely buried in a sand dune, its head smashed to pieces, and the orange light on its body extinguished, clearly indicating that it was dead.

Sergeant Farrell was also stunned. Had someone killed the mimic with a single punch?

impossible!

Even if you're wearing armor, no one can kill a mimic with one punch. Besides, given the mimic's speed, even someone wearing heavy armor wouldn't be able to touch it.

"Soldier, what's your name? Which platoon are you in?"

"Sergeant Major, isn't he from J Squad? He just parachuted in with me."

Cage looked at Sergeant Farrell with a puzzled expression. He didn't even recognize his own soldiers?

"How could that be? I've never seen him before. How could I not know that I have such a capable soldier in my team?"

Farrell looked at Li Qing, confirming that he had never seen Li Qing before.

"Soldier, I'll ask you one more time, what's your name? Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Farrell raised his right hand and pointed the gun at Li Qing.

"Sergeant Major, my name is Lee MacArthur, I'm from China, and I was just assigned to J Squad yesterday."

Li Qing looked at Farrell with a serious expression and said in a deep voice.

“MacArthur? I don’t care where you’re from. Now that you’re in J Squad, you have to follow my orders.”

Farrell was somewhat skeptical of the information Li Qing had provided. How could he not know that he had been assigned to J Squad? But the situation was urgent, and he couldn't afford to worry about anything else in the face of the sudden attack from the mimics.

"Is this how you killed the mimic?"

Farrell asked again.

"Sergeant Major, I saw the mimic emerge and punched it. I didn't expect the mimic to be so weak; it died with just one punch."

"One punch? How is that possible? We're all wearing the same armor, how come we can't do it?"

"Sergeant Major, maybe I'm just naturally strong. I've always been incredibly strong since I was a child."

Li Qing looked at Sergeant Farrell with an innocent expression.

"Born with superhuman strength? It doesn't matter, everyone has it, prepare to attack."

Farrell looked at the dozen or so mimics rushing towards him, his expression tense.

It's impossible not to be nervous when there's such a disparity in strength.

"Sergeant Major, I'll handle the dozen or so crickets that are mimicking others."

How could Li Qing pass up such a great opportunity to show off?

"You're coming? Are you crazy? There are more than a dozen mimics, not just one. Can you handle them?"

Farrell was speechless. Did they really think that being born with superhuman strength made them invincible?

Greif and the others standing nearby also looked at Li Qing in surprise. This guy is really brave!

"Don't worry, I'm just a clay chicken or a clay dog. I have superhuman strength."

"you..."

Farrell was exhausted. Fine, let him go if he wants to die.

Li Qing suddenly exerted force with his right leg, and his entire body, carrying more than 200 pounds of armor, charged out, scattering sand and gravel everywhere, leaving a deep crater in the ground where he landed.

"My goodness!"

"Am I seeing things? Did he fly over there?"

"He's really brave! He dared to do that."

Li Qing appeared in front of a mimic and delivered a simple yet powerful punch to its head.

Can a mimicry withstand the force of a punch that weighs 100,000 jin?

It can't be stopped!

The punch smashed the mimic's head and pierced its body.

The mimic of death instantly lost its ability to move and collapsed on the beach.

Mimicry is a typical example of high attack and low defense; its attack power is maxed out, but its defense is pitifully weak.

A few dozen bullets are enough to kill a regular mimic, provided you can hit it.

Mimicry speed is no joke; it's extremely difficult to hit a fast-moving mimic while wearing heavy armor.

Sergeant Major Farrell was utterly shocked to see Li Qing kill a mimic with a single punch.

This Lee MacArthur is simply inhuman! Is such speed and strength even possible for a human?

Is this innate superhuman strength?

It requires absolutely no skill; it's all about numbers.

Sergeant Farrell thought, "If I had superhuman strength, I could do it too."

After all, anyone can throw a punch!

The dozen or so mimics were like little chicks in front of Li Qing, completely at his mercy.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Li Qing simply swung his fist, changed targets, swung his fist, changed targets.

In less than two minutes, Li Qing eliminated more than a dozen mimics.