Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

"People usually regard things they sense that are impossible as illusions. That's normal and a true illusion. But there are some people in the world who have a very sharp sixth sense and intuition. If you are one of those people, you can believe in what you sense."

Xia Long's expression didn't change at all. He just nodded and said.

Beidou shook his head; "No, I really didn't find anything. Maybe I'm just too sensitive."

Beidou has actually been experiencing this situation quite often in recent days. Ever since he was resurrected by the Ultraman named Ace, his physical fitness has been getting better and better.

This subtle change did not occur suddenly, but because it increased significantly, the five senses would often become confused because they felt things that they had not felt before.

Although his senses have evolved, Beidou's habits are still at the same level as before, so he inevitably feels uncomfortable and misjudges the information he has discovered. This is not the first time, so he does not trust his own "intuition".

Xia Long didn't say anything. While Beidou was looking down at the underground detector that had already unfolded the image, he raised his head and looked around. His sight crossed the space and was on a tall building about three hundred meters away from here.

Looking up along the densely packed windows, at the very top of the tall building, there was a place where one could observe the entire city from a glance. It was a small black dot to ordinary people, but in his sight he saw a child's head just popping out. The child's head was just above the parapet of the roof of the tall building, so the outline did not seem so prominent.

The child held his cheek with his right hand and looked over here with a smile. When he saw Xia Long looking over here, he waved at him.

Although Ultra Beasts can change into many different forms, they still have their own usual image. For some reason, the God of Destruction likes to use this childish appearance.

Xia Long looked down at the underground detector again. The picture above already showed the appearance of the earth's veins, with layer upon layer of ups and downs. The icon representing the advanced data collector went all the way down, simultaneously determining the heat, hardness, and material properties in the same stratum, just like the little cube man walking on the map of "Minecraft", expanding the effectiveness of the earth's vein map.

"how much time is required?"

Xia Long asked the professional logistics personnel who were standing in front of the machine, and he replied; "To be honest, if it is a monster egg, anything is possible, but at most we can dig down to the Jomon stratum, and then if it spreads to the surrounding area, it will take at least seven hours."

There will be no need for so many Tuckers for what happens next. Yamanaka and Konno will take over the shift, while Xia Long and Beidou will prepare to go back.

If a monster really appears, they can also drive fighter jets from the base to provide support. Otherwise, even if team member Kaji Yoichi loses all his hair, it will be very difficult to cause damage to the super beast with weapons that can be used by a single person... It is very difficult at the moment.

Moreover, they did not carry any equipment of that level, which required them to consult their superiors and obtain approval before setting out on the operation.

The construction site was filled with a complex smell, which was a smell of machine oil and something like rust, as well as the smell of various cement powder, dust and sand that still floated in the air even after work stopped, and entered people's nostrils.

All the machines stopped, only the cement in the mixing plant was still moving. Xia Long and Beidou set up a cordon and walked out of the construction site. In the distance, Tucker team's car was parked on the side of the road.

There was also a fighter jet nearby that had stopped on a special road after cooperating with the police to clear out the people. However, Xia Long and his team did not drive that fighter jet. Instead, they rushed to the nearest base and then drove other fighter jets back to the base.

However, just as he was opening the door of the Black Panther, Xia Long suddenly frowned and his body stiffened. He stood up and looked into the void with sharp eyes.

Beidou had already gotten into the passenger seat. Seeing Xia Long parked outside the car and not coming in, he felt a little strange and called out to Xia Long, "What's wrong, Xia Long?"

"Beidou, I have something urgent to take care of. Can you wait here for me?"

"Emergency? What's the matter?"

Xia Long bent down and looked at Beidou; "I'm still a little worried about the missing worker. I want to get some information, which may take some time."

"Now? No problem, no problem, but we are not in a hurry now. Can't we wait until we return to the base and ask the detective to transfer the information to us?"

"I can not wait."

After saying this, Xia Long's face disappeared from Beidou's sight, and the car door was closed. Beidou in the car just watched Xia Long in uniform walking farther and farther away.

He couldn't help but sigh.

You are really worthy of being a senior, you have such a strong sense of responsibility.

After walking hurriedly through several streets, he suddenly stopped at a corner.

A little kid in an orange shirt and blue jeans leaned forward with his hands behind his back, smiling at Xia Long. His face was cute, but a red lightning-like light flashed in his eyes.

Xia Long did not bump into the child as expected, and there was no one around, he whispered;

"Discovered something."

"People, found people."

To ordinary people, it is just the voice of a child, but to Xia Long's hearing, the child's voice is covered with a layer of sharp outer membrane. That outer membrane echoes in Xia Long's eardrum in the form of a digital sound, a strange sound that is not produced by ordinary human vocal organs.

However, Xia Long knew that the people the God of Destruction was referring to were not "human beings". In the context of the God of Destruction, the word "people" simply refers to all "intelligent life forms", and the "people" that the God of Destruction particularly needs to explain to him can almost be abandoned as meaning "human beings".

"Is he a spaceman or a Yabo man?"

"Yabo people. To me, the Yabo people are completely different from other people, just like when humans look at gorillas, they will never regard them as their own kind, right?"

Xia Long threw away his regret for not being able to hypnotize Beidou and said to the child, "This should be the first time you see a Yabo person. How can you say such a thing so confidently?"

"Of course." He smiled, and made a circle with the thumb and index finger of one hand in front of his right eye. "Although I am a super beast born from nothing, I have been a complete life form since birth. After all, I am essentially a weapon. Only living things need to be completed. Weapons should be complete when they are manufactured. The rest is at most just calibration and differences in accessories."

"Where are the people?"

"I blocked the communication network around him in advance and deceived him with a false signal. He is now..."

There is no absolute relationship between brain capacity and IQ, otherwise the masters of the earth would be sperm whales or elephants.

Even if the brain capacity is small, the body that houses the spirit is still likely to give birth to outstanding ideas. An infinitely broad universe will appear in the tiny brain tissue, with crowbars and exquisite geometric shapes floating in it.

Therefore, even a bird or a mouse could potentially become a spy.

Of course, ants are not included.

There is a coffee shop on the second floor not far from the construction site. The sunlight shines brightly inside the house. The curtains on the windows are drawn to both sides, so the sunlight flows in clearly. There is a window that is opened by one-third, and through this one-third, the wind breathes in, allowing the air inside and outside the house to flow.

A man with excessively long hair was sitting on the sofa. He was sitting on a green hard-bottomed sofa with a large low table in front of him. On it were two cups of coffee that were no longer steaming. The brown-black liquid was floating in the white cup walls like solidified. Next to the coffee in front of the man was a ceramic ashtray with two cigarette butts stuffed in it. The man was holding the cigarette butt in his mouth, letting the gas come out of his mouth and then exhaling. The white smoke filled the room with the smell of cigarettes.

His posture does not so much show that he wants to smoke as that he is actually smoking. When he finishes the cigarette in his mouth, he puts out the butt in the ashtray and prepares to light the next one. At the same time, his eyes are fixed on the white round clock placed high on the opposite wall. The second hand is turning silently, and that turning seems to have some significant meaning, which makes the man relentless.