City: Begin as Nexus

With the emergence of monsters and Ultraman, a large number of photos appeared on social platforms, and their influence reached a peak.

"No, no, no one really believes that there is an Ultraman in this world."

"These people must be crazy. They went crazy watching tokusatsu. They just photoshopped two pictures to get clicks."

"Fart! Your house has just been connected to the Internet? Did you take such a big thing in the Demon City yesterday as a fart?"

"I am a professional p-picture expert. The pictures I just looked at are indeed not p-pictures."

"Even if it's not p, then maybe it's the actor these people found, and maybe the ruins are just props."

"If you don't use the eyes upstairs, you can donate them to useful people. This is a prop. I'll give you the money. You can make this prop for me to see!"

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Such quarrels are staged on major social platforms

Some netizens even sent emails to Tsuburaya and called to confirm the matter.

Therefore, Tsuburaya also held a press conference to express: Thank you for your concern. Our agency is just a special photography production company, not one that creates monsters and Ultraman. As for what happened yesterday, our agency expresses deep gratitude to the people of Yan Country. Express condolences and deep condolences to the victims.

What Tsuburaya always meant was: If something happens to someone's family, who should you ask? Don't ask me. I make lighters, not igniters. There's no point in asking me. Stop sending emails and making phone calls!

Then netizens focused on Yan Guo again, hoping to find out something.

Even major national secret service agencies frequently appear in the disaster-stricken areas of Magic City, hoping to find something.

"Hey, what are Xiao Li and the foreigners thinking? They sneaked in with flags. What's the point of getting in? It's like it's been plowed by cannonballs. There's no hair at all. What are you looking for? This is already the sixth one today. "

"I'm curious. This is a place where monsters have appeared. Who knows if there will be something magical?"

"Just fool around with you"

"Old Zhang, do you believe in Ultraman?"

"letter"!

"What?"

"Lao Wang told me yesterday that he saw Ultraman. I didn't believe it. But everyone who participated in yesterday's mission said they saw Ultraman. Plus today's Internet headlines, I feel that they are inseparable."

Beautiful National Intelligence Agency

A handsome white man was sitting at his desk. There were several stacks of documents and some alien photos on the desk.

"sure?"

"Confirm, Director. When monsters appear in the Yan Kingdom, we will use satellites to lock on them. We will not completely lose our target until the so-called Ultraman disappears."

"Have you sent someone to the scene to investigate?"

"Sent, but... the Yanguo people are too cautious. They went to several waves and were all controlled."

"Trash! Why don't you buy it if you can't investigate it? Ah! How did you get to the intelligence class?"

The subordinates who were like little brothers were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat and responded quickly.

"Yes, I'll do it right away, Director"

The director of the beautiful country's intelligence agency looked through the documents in front of him impatiently, threw it aside, lit a cigar and took a puff, his slightly closed eyes showing a cunning light.

While smoking a cigar, he picked up the internal phone next to him.

"Mike, help me inform Prime Minister Neon that I need to have a conversation with him regarding the appearance of monsters and special photography heroes in the Demonic City of Yanguo."

"Okay, boss."

The person who caused these things to happen was actually still spraying pesticides, and even turned on his voice to curse his own jungler for being a primary school student... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .