Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

"I was numb and didn't know what to do."

Xia Long stretched out his arms, gently clenched his fists and unclenched them, doing this three or four times.

The weather wasn't cold, and his hands and feet didn't need to be so nimble, but his heart was numb, his mind was numb, and there was always a strange hollow feeling filling his chest.

Human beings are alone in the world. He doesn't know if anyone can get spiritual support from nature alone. After all, someone said that people who are used to being alone are either beasts or gods. But he is just an ordinary person and can't reach that point. Only by communicating with other intelligent beings can he realize that there are still some bright things in this world that can fill his heart.

But that would make him feel even more painful.

"People who live with a purpose are always more valuable than those who live without a purpose. So although I have thought about it, it is not impossible to keep silent and let Cruz go his own way and let Seven fight his monster. But in the end I didn't do it. I don't know why I came to this world, but if I do nothing, I will definitely not know why."

"Why, do you think this is boring? There is nothing in your mind except revenge and hatred. I certainly don't expect you to understand my thoughts, and I don't expect myself to understand your thoughts. It's just a rubbish combination that was forced together. It's good as it is. You look down on me, and I look down on you."

Xia Long was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Yeah, it's great."

......

The things that the Alek people left for Xia Long are very useful.

The backdoor left by the Ultra Guard has never been discovered, and the resentment left after death is also regarded as part of the creation of Ultra Beasts. Although it cannot reach the level of hair as thread, blood as water, and flesh as food, where the whole body is a treasure, it is definitely as touching as Santa Claus.

The more useful news this time is that a few days ago, the wreckage of an unidentified flying vehicle was found in the deep mountains northeast of Peru in South America. It had recently crashed. The only record that can be seen is [the items have been handed over to the Far East Branch of the Earth Defense Force]. After that, the level of confidentiality cannot be further expanded. I don't know how popular this place Japan is.

This news awakened Xia Long's memory a lot, but he was not interested in this incident. If Seven couldn't even solve an incident of this magnitude, he might as well just die.

He had previously gone to search for traces of the Nongmalt people, but it was not successful, and in the end the woman escaped from the ruins in Africa.

The other party obviously possessed special abilities, but he couldn't tell what type of abilities they were based on just one encounter. But at least he had the ability to disguise himself. He guessed that it was an ability that could confuse other people's five senses and minds.

One of the clues was broken, and he had no other way to find the Nongmalt people, so he could only look for a new clue.

"Well, Zhimao, isn't the grocery store next door a bit noisy?"

"It seems a bit."

Zhimao replied while quickly turning his waist and pressing the button. The game on TV had the rough pixel-level picture quality of civil society. The red-haired man controlling the purple flame was beating a burly man holding an exaggerated iron ball. After knocking the opponent to the ground, he did not take the initiative to attack, but hid in the corner and fired flames close to the floor.

Again and again, the strong man would jump from time to time, but in the end he could not get over it, as if he was going to be exhausted to death. Meanwhile, the noise coming from the grocery store next door was getting louder and louder, as if bottles and jars were being smashed, and there were also heavy sounds.

"Zhimao, go and take a look!"

"Okay, go right away!"

Hearing the voice from upstairs, Zhimao replied loudly, but he didn't move from his seat. He just pressed his hands more vigorously, and the air tank grew little by little and would soon be full.

Yagami stood up and kept punching lightly, forming a defense position where he would not move even if he was hit. Zhang Juhan's iron ball hit Yagami's face directly, and then was hit back by Yagami's light punch. Zhimao muttered quickly;

“Super special move, super special move, super special move, press it out, press it out, press it out…”

"Zhimao, go check and see if you heard it!"

By this time, the noise in the grocery store was so loud that it sounded like a renovation company using electric drills and hammers to make a horrific transformation of the walls. My mother's voice also became a little agitated.

Zhimao was getting a little restless, but it was only a few seconds and he really didn't feel how slow he was. He tilted his head several times to look at the wall connecting his house and the grocery store and shouted, "I'm already there!!" While his hands kept moving, he suddenly pressed several buttons in rapid succession.

All right, here comes the super special move, Hachiman’s super special move, Hachi——

boom! !

Zhimao only heard a loud noise beside his ears, and then a huge white mist of dust rushed towards him from the side. In an instant, he was covered with dust, and he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone hear whether he had used his super killing move in such a noise. He coughed loudly and covered his eyes with his hands, but then he heard a very loud roar coming from the side.

"Why are you running, Metronian?"

"I am just a poor and helpless Metronian. Why are you chasing me?"

A man was sprinting at a superhuman speed, and the TV was right in front of him. Obviously, he was in a hurry to escape and had no way to change his trajectory. The man ran with big strides and kicked the TV out, which smashed against the wall and flew sparks.

When he ran past Zhimao, Zhimao only felt a gust of wind blowing over, and the dust was moving violently. Zhimao couldn't help but simply closed his eyes. The man who ran past shouted loudly;

"I'm sorry, Shimao-kun, I'll compensate you at the grocery store!"

Zhimao hadn't reacted yet, but it seemed that someone had flown over? He just tried to open his eyes a little bit, enduring the discomfort in his eyes, when another gust of wind blew over, blowing his hair up. It seemed that a humanoid object in black mist had flown over, forcing him to close his eyes again, and the dust was driven away.

Zhimao was stunned this time. He didn't open his eyes for a long time. He put one palm close to his face with the palm facing outwards, and his expression was distorted.

After his mother fell to the ground with a thud and screams filled the living room, Zhimao slowly opened his eyes with an expression of difficulty, like a newborn bird observing the sky and the abyss from a cliff for the first time.

He turned his head with a stiff expression.

The first thing I saw was a big hole in the wall, leading directly to the grocery store next door.

Judging from this light angle, the grocery store next door is also in a mess, with packaged snacks, broken drink bottles, cigarettes, tables, chairs and other things scattered all over the floor. When the light shines inside, dust flies everywhere. It looks like a dream world or a demolition site.

He turned his head stiffly and found that the TV was no longer in front of him. Only the game console with the cartridge inserted was left. The TV was completely unrecognizable in the corner, with all parts scattered out. The screen was broken into a big hole and the shell was broken into two halves.

There was a big hole on the other side of his house, which led directly to the outside. The sound of car horns came in loudly, but the person who caused this tragedy was long gone. While thinking about what would happen after his mother's screams ended, Zhimao thought in a messy way.

...What the fuck happened?