Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The files of the Metrons were kept relatively confidential, and the incident had already ended long ago. Xia Long once again took advantage of Seven's absence to personally enter the Ultra Guard and found out a lot of information.

The file stated that the Metrons had escaped from Earth, but Xia Long planned to search again using the alien method. It took him thirteen days and he finally found them.

This guy relies on the fact that he is an alien and is good at playing tricks to confuse people. He has been hiding in Tokyo for many years, living in seclusion in the city.

In a city with a population of tens of millions, even if the Ultra Guard wanted to search, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. As a result, they have been hidden by the Metrons until now.

Xia Long mainly followed the direction of the original investigation, continuously extending the resentment of the Yabo people, step by step using regions as units and humans as hosts, allowing the black fog to discover something was wrong.

He also used the black fog to actively cause some disturbances. These small-scale disturbances did not attract the attention of the Ultra Guard, but were discovered by the Metrons living here. As aliens, the Metrons naturally cared about it, but they accidentally revealed their tracks.

Although Xia Long did not lock on to him immediately, he narrowed the scope following this clue and found him naturally.

The Metronian was an old man with gray hair, who ran a grocery store. He had a friendly and smiling face. Xia Long went in and bought a bottle of marble soda, put it on the counter, and spoke when the old Metronian bent down to change the money.

"Are you enjoying life on Earth, Metron?"

After that, it exploded. The Metron tried to play tricks on him. He pretended to be puzzled and confused, and took the opportunity to suddenly hit him with something and shouted to call the police in the house, but he didn't buy it. The Metron revealed himself and ran for his life, and even knocked a big hole in the wall and kicked a TV away.

"Why are you running! Metron!"

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

The key point is that Metron was fearless and was ready to run around in the streets with his real body. If he continued like this, he would definitely be noticed by the Ultra Guard, so Xia Long couldn't help but speed up.

The Metron alien ran to places with a lot of people, and while running, he took out a large number of small pink packaging bags from somewhere on his body, grabbed a handful with one hand and threw them directly into the sky.

The thing fell to the ground, and ordinary people were frightened by his appearance as an alien. Panic spread again, and the crowd was already in chaos like a little duck that had lost its mother. The pink packaging bag fell under their feet and was stepped on. Suddenly, a pink smoke shot out and rose into the sky, lingering in the air and being inhaled by ordinary people.

"Aliens, run! Run... run... run~"

"What, I have paid vacation...!"

"...Great! The mortgage was paid off in one go..."

“Hehe…hehe…Sundaizi…my Sundaizi…hehehe…”

The people on the street looked like this, laughing foolishly, not knowing how to disperse or run. No matter they were in suits or housewives, they clapped each other, hugged each other, danced and shook their heads, and the Metron people rushed over while there was still a gap.

Xia Long was a step late and could only force his way through. Some people in the crowd were grinning and trying to pull him in. All they could see was the blurry back of the Metronian running like a hurdle. Xia Long broke free and chased after the back of the Metronian across the street. Pink mist was everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere. He slowly caught up with the Metronian.

When they reached the traffic lights at an intersection, things changed. All the traffic lights turned red, and the Metron alien ran over with a swagger. After he passed, the light blinked and turned green. The traffic flow was driving in panic, and the traffic was stuck and stopped suddenly. One car almost hit Xia Long head-on.

"hateful!"

Xia Long punched the hood of the car heavily. With his enhanced vision, he could see that the Metron alien had changed his human appearance and squeezed into the crowd with his tall figure in a brown coat. He also saw the swaying arms of the Metron alien as if he was pressing some button in his hand before squeezing in, and the pink smoke rising in the crowd again.

Although almost all aliens can see through each other's disguises, he is not a pure alien, and the other party's changing posture to squeeze into the crowd is also a big distraction.

Not to mention that they have already caused quite a bit of noise. I'm afraid the Earth Defense Force has already received the news and will be here soon. Every second they stay there will be a greater risk, and naturally there will not be enough time to catch the other party.

Ran away?

The car that was punched by Xia Long was fine except for the corresponding scream. The man in the driver's seat was startled and rolled down the window to curse, but was glared back at by Xia Long. He was so scared that he collapsed back in his seat.

I can only say that he is worthy of being an alien who dares to live in the city. Judging from his actions, he must have prepared an escape route in advance.

But can he really let the Metronians escape?

Xia Long turned and walked away. Visible black mist kneaded his body, transforming him into an appearance that was exactly the same as the driver who almost hit him. Even his clothes were restored exactly, but it was not to the extent that he could drive Ace out of the earth.

The driver's face was as pale as a new bone as he watched him go away.

The entire intersection was in chaos because of the changing traffic lights. Most of the vehicles were rear-ending each other. The drivers' calls to the police and curses echoed together. Those who inhaled the smoke began to lose consciousness. They naively and foolishly began to mutter what they saw and dance with their hands.

Some drivers trapped in their cars were horrified when they saw the pink smoke rising from them, and they shouted and screamed, thinking it was a gas attack. This kind of panic and riot spread, and it was more chaotic than thirty stages performing different climaxes of an opera at the same time. Xia Long slipped away quietly.

The resentment was still clearly visible in his perception. It seemed that the Metronian did not notice such a little thing wrapped around him.

Xia Long turned left and right, approaching the location of the resentment from another direction. He sensed that the resentment was also moving at a very fast speed. It lasted for more than ten minutes before Xia Long felt that the other party's speed had slowed down to the speed of a normal person walking.

At this time they had walked three blocks, and Xia Long had almost determined from the other party's actions that the other party had no idea that he was being followed.

With his changed appearance, he deftly turned into the next corner, and when the kind of streets commonly seen in Japan came into view, Xia Long caught a glimpse of the figure in a black suit, with a hunched back, in the sparse crowd. He looked a little old, but his hair was sparse and dark, and his posture was leisurely.

Although it was very different from the brown coat figure that was last seen when he escaped, Xia Long would not mistake his target. The tiny black resentment was licking around the neck behind him, like a bug made of gas.

The black figure walked briskly, he even reached out to loosen his tie, and looked left and right, as if he felt a little suffocated. Such a lifelike movement was really not suitable for an alien to do.

Xia Long patted the other person's shoulder. He could feel the body he touched under his palm shaking violently through a layer of clothing, and the shaking was felt all over his body.

"Found you."

Using emphasis, Xia Long spoke each word in Japanese, like a ghost in a horror movie;

After a pause of two or three seconds, the man turned around, his face full of relaxation, and his shoulders slowly relaxed.

"Really? I got caught."

Although he looked younger than the old man in the grocery store at the beginning, he still looked like an older man, but his face was naturally different. His eyes were narrowed, and he looked like he could talk properly.

Xia Long looked at him. The face of the Metronian was flowing on the old man's face, but the details of the face were blurred into blocks of paint, like an Impressionist or Dadaist painting, flowing like water waves.