Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

"

Samuel was initially down because of Muchini, but after being swarmed by Karin and unable to catch him, his mood improved considerably.

Huali was covered by her father's coat, which looked like a heavy overcoat; if she squatted down, the hem of the coat would touch the ground. Samuel hovered in a spot she couldn't reach even when she jumped with all her might, looking down at her.

"Daddy, I'm cold!" It feels so good, I want to rub it again.

"You're not cold." Even if you were, you should be warm by now after jumping around like this.

"I'm serious!" she said, her voice tinged with grievance, hoping it would be helpful.

"I'm serious." From what I can tell, your body temperature is normal, your heartbeat is a bit fast, it's like you're jumping, not like you're freezing. Your hands and feet are sweaty, ah... especially your palms.

Samuel moved back a little further.

"Smack!" Komon Kazuki went to destroy the plaid shirt that had been with him for many years, and Sakuma Jun finally freed his hand to give her a flick on the head.

"Ugh—!" Huali covered her head. She hadn't even caught her 'Daddy' and had been bullied by him. She was going to tell her mother when she got back!

Jun Sakuma knew exactly what she was thinking: "When you get back, I'll tell your mom that you haven't even learned multiplication yet."

"You made me lose my job and now you're making me drop out of school!"

“Then I’ve found you a professional tutor,” Jun Sakuma said, gently brushing the stray leaves from her hair. “Go back and wash your hair and take a shower. Don’t go straight to sleep. Dry your hair, and don’t move around too much or disturb your Nanaka sister…”

"Oh, I know." Huali's eyes darted around, and when she saw that Xiaoguang had lowered his height a bit, her face instantly brightened. She waved her "claws" to try and catch him again, but her father pressed her head down.

Samuel dodged her flailing hands, and just when Huali thought he was about to walk away again, he suddenly circled around and landed on her not-so-broad shoulder.

She went to catch him with great momentum, but when he came over on his own, Huali became cautious. She turned her head to look at him closely, making sure that he really didn't intend to run away right away, as if he really wanted to sit there. She couldn't help but smile like the sun after a storm.

“Dad is still the best to me.” She withdrew her hand and wiped the sweat on Jun Sakuma’s coat.

Jun Sakuma thought that his caring words had touched her, and he was so moved that he became even more diligent in wiping the dust off her body.

Kazuki Komon returned wearing a shirt whose color was almost unrecognizable, looking every bit the part of someone who had survived a fierce battle.

After waiting for a while, the group finally heard rustling sounds coming from down the mountain.

“It’s the Cleaners,” Samuel said, like the starting gun firing on a racetrack.

Jun Sakuma roared with all his might, as if afraid the people at the bottom of the mountain wouldn't hear him: "You think you can catch me? Dream on! Even if you let the white-robed sieve crawl up here, you still won't have a chance!"

Kazuki Komon opened his mouth, clearly not having thought of his lines yet.

Jun Sakuma whispered a reminder to him: "Be genuine, be genuine."

The white-clad cleaners, having dispersed into formation, were searching the target location when they heard shouts from the mountain. They immediately moved closer, but halfway there, they heard the sound of stones colliding from the opposite side, suggesting a possible fight.

Jun Sakuma grabbed a rock and hurled it at another, yelling, "Hey! You little brat from the Night Raid Team! Why are you picking on me?!"

The young man who had a grudge against him nodded and followed suit, finding a rock: "Sakuma! Come back with me. Since you didn't stand with the alien beast, you don't need to worry about anything."

A loud, childish voice cried out, "Help! Stop hitting them!"

"Thump!" The heavy stone was thrown out, hit the edge of the rock and rolled twice. It didn't go far, but fortunately, the sound was terrifying.

"What do you think a white-coated strainer is?"

The white-clad figure searching down the mountain: ?!

"Even ghosts get dissected, let alone me! All they do is burn through budgets and do research like 'how many hairs do alien beasts have,' who knows where the live subjects come from? Their notebooks are bigger and cleaner than their uniforms!" Sakuma Jun, his scathing remarks as satisfying as a glass of chilled watermelon juice on a sweltering summer day, quipped, "Haha, you'd better watch out! I heard your Night Raid team's R7 factor is much higher than everyone else's! Who knows, they might get itchy and come dissect you!"

Samuel heard the search party's footsteps quicken, and his breathing, muffled by his protective suit, became heavier, like a bellows.

"Trying to sow discord, are you?!" Under the guidance of the veteran actor's performance, the newcomer gradually got into character: "I never expected you to be this kind of person. I won't be easily swayed!"

Karin: "Stop hitting! People will die!"

“Alright…” He slammed into another rock with a loud thud, the sound carrying far and wide, even echoing from the opposite mountain. Sakuma Jun said, “Then let me see your will!”

Komon Kazuki had already begun to apply what he had learned to other situations. He kicked a tree trunk next to him, and the completely different sound must have been heard by those who hadn't climbed up yet: "I'm from the Night Raid Team!" If Kazukura Eifu were there, he would have been deeply moved by the sense of belonging of his team members.

Then the barely surviving Beregg was activated, its half-dead laser distorting and shooting off somewhere in the sky.

Samuel playfully tossed a small ball of light, and the two collided with a "thud," illuminating a small patch of sky. 694936135

Huali opened her mouth wide in surprise. The ball of light was only about half the size of an adult's palm, but "Dad" was about that size as well. Amazing! He's a weightlifting expert!

When the "white-clad sieves" finally surfaced, Jun Sakuma twisted Kazuki Komon's wrist, deliberately grabbing the spot where Komon had been burned with blisters.

Ikki cried out in genuine pain, and was then thrown to the side.

He glanced at the spittoons. Samuel had already returned to the consciousness space. Silver flames carried him and Huali, dragging the two of them as they flew arrogantly over the heads of the spittoons, the howling wind making the canned man's head ache.

If it weren't for the mismatched colors, they would have no doubt that what was flying overhead was the legendary giant bat that spread its wings and searched for beautiful women to suck their blood on ancient European castles.

Jun Sakuma's villainous laughter echoed in the air:

"Trying to catch me? You'll have to wait until your next life! Night Raid squad brat! I'll remember you, and I'll get my revenge!"

Chapter 85 Perhaps this is heaven

Kazuki Komon returned to the Night Raid Team and fought a fierce battle with Makoto Mizoro. His teammates, who had been rescued by an unknown host, were amazed by his report.

"You did a great job." Saijo Nagi admired the young man who carried out the mission flawlessly.

"How does the accuracy of the memory police compare to ours?" Shiori Hiraki was more concerned about the comparison of their professional abilities.

Mitsuhiko Ishibori pulled up Jun Sakuma's file and replied, "Before joining the Memory Police, he was in the First Investigation Division of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. In terms of professional training, he may not be any less than us."

Eifu Kazura found it rather strange: based on Kazuki Komon's past tendencies, he usually wouldn't immediately launch a fierce attack if he wasn't sure the other party was a monster. Given his attitude towards Jun Himeya, the situation of "encountering a fierce battle" that Jun Sakuma was now facing seemed very mysterious.

The white-clad cleaners were quite pleased, and when they brought Komon Kazuki back, they even praised him, saying, "As expected of a member of the Night Raid Team." It is said that they were very interested in the traces of the "battle scene" and believed that they could analyze Sakuma Jun's fighting style based on those traces.

He and Cang Yingfu didn't delve into it further; as long as they were happy, that was fine.

In contrast, he was more troubled by the message from CIC—the so-called blockbuster fantasy story series "Light and Darkness" that was being widely circulated.

People treated it as fresh fodder for conversation, happily commenting on the artistry of the monster and giant designs, and letting their imaginations run wild along the story's logic, imagining the various "accidents" as traces left by giant creatures.

When the TLT staff saw those articles, they practically wanted to grab some nitroglycerin. Headquarters was probably going crazy with the memory police. Eiji Kurama was a little worried about the health of the gaunt Matsunaga manager; he seemed so concerned about the alien beasts. He wished Shudo Saya good luck; being dismissed was something he, as a fellow middle-level manager, truly sympathized with.

In response to this "sudden incident," the CIC updated its confidentiality regulations, requiring field operations to be extra cautious during missions, especially the night raid teams that fly around in their fighter jets—your gear doesn't look like anything from this generation! Don't let anyone see you. If you are, you'll have to pretend to be a stage actor and improvise a performance to fool them!

Mitsuhiko Ishibori raised his hand, indicating that he could hand it over to him at the time, which greatly pleased Eiji Wakura.

However, TLT hasn't come away empty-handed. They're just stunned by the sudden intelligence leak. They've identified some suspected IP addresses and are investigating them one by one. Although they're short-staffed, they'll eventually get results. Good luck to those working overtime!

……

Meanwhile, the press corps, whose work had initially yielded positive results, received another piece of good news.

Karin is back.

Hmm? You asked the adult who went to find her?

They're all adults, how could they possibly lose it? Everyone unconsciously focused their attention on Karin.

"I'm back!" She waved her hand, her suit jacket trailing all the way to her knees, the sleeves of which Jun Sakuma had deliberately folded up, so she didn't look like a ghost covered by a sheet.

Jun Himeya walked over with a smile. Samuel, sitting on the shoulders of his wrinkled clothes, waved to him, and Jun Himeya nodded in response.

As Genrai Shinzo greeted Karin, he glanced at the time and said, "Where did you get lost, little one? Today was supposed to be Chinese class, but you skipped it? I still have some time tomorrow, let's finish it together."

"Oh!" Huali was in high spirits: "I'm going to get lost... to watch my shiny dad and that ugly guy fight!" She punched and kicked as if there were really little monsters in the air.

"Dad is amazing!"

Sakuma Jun, the elderly father, felt satisfied as his daughter praised him.

Baolu Cao coaxed her to go and rest, but Negoro Jinzō already realized what she meant...

"Could it be that we have new material?!" the reporter exclaimed with delight!

“Ah, yes, but…” Jun Sakuma pointed to the camera on the table in the lobby: “I was in such a hurry to leave that I forgot to take pictures.”

"It's okay if you didn't bring a camera. It's good that you're all back. You look tired too. Give me the first draft after you've organized the materials tomorrow." Genrai Shinzo didn't care whether the newspaper intern had taken any photos or not. He was only thinking about his TLT database. However, it was still better for the employee to rest first. He hadn't exploited the labor force to that extent.

Besides, even if Jun Sakuma didn't get the firsthand photos, TLT might!

With the database now open, what belongs to the newspaper belongs to the newspaper, and what belongs to TLT also belongs to the newspaper!

After Sakuma Jun dragged Karin to wash her dirty face, not long after, Nana and Junpei also returned.

Qi Xia was full of energy, carrying a bunch of bags, while Runping was carrying a folding cabinet, looking like he had lost half his life.

"What did you buy?" Bao Lucao asked, her heart pounding with anxiety over the budget. The folding cabinet was a good buy, but what are those bags you're carrying, Qixia?!

Qi Xia said, "I heard from your phone call that Hua Li is alright."

I couldn't help but feel happy and bought some daily necessities. Hurry up and tell me your clothing sizes, all your shirts are pilling! Ah, especially you, Himeya! How long do you plan to wear that leather jacket? See those pale wrinkles on the elbows? Those are the marks of this garment's wear and tear!

Seeing the slovenly men nod in agreement, Qi Xia raised the bag in her right hand: "I bought some snacks, frozen meatballs and the like. Should we try sukiyaki or barbecue tomorrow?"

“The thatched roof outside is as tall as a person. Where are you going to have a barbecue? It would be bad if you were discovered.” Bao Lücao thought it was inappropriate.

“Hmm? Your hall is so empty,” Qi Xia pointed to the hall that was bare when she first arrived, but now has a few tables and chairs and two fluorescent lights: “I think it can not only be used to put up a barbecue grill, but also a football table, a pool table, and even a row of spectator seats during matches.”

Do you want the whole house to smell like barbecue?

Runping, who was still panting like a dead fish, suddenly looked up: "What barbecue? There's barbecue?"

Bao Lucao hesitated for a long time before asking, "Should we have it with beer too?"

The latter, who nearly died from the arduous labor of a porter, had not heard what they were discussing, and thus nodded quite frankly in accordance with his own preferences.

"I want them iced." Qi Xia opened the snack bag and tossed a small packet of nuts to Runping to show her agreement. Runping took it as if he had seen a relative, and tore open the packaging like a starving ghost.