Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

One of them is still being held in the dangerous alien isolation room at the police station.

The other one is here, in the "Hastur" warehouse of the Life Sciences Research Center.

While he was plotting revenge, a mysterious woman came to him. He didn't know how she had discovered his hiding place, nor did he know how she dared to appear so brazenly in front of him, this "dangerous alien."

The conditions offered by the other party impressed him: energy from the Reicuran spaceship, and a sufficient number of healthy slaves. What slaves could be more suitable than members of the TPC's executive branch? They were healthy, strong, and full of vitality, with no need to worry about them dying during transport.

The crowman was persuaded and agreed to lend his power and the spaceship for a short period of time.

They quickly seized the opportunity to launch the operation that had been in the works for so long.

The Crow Man followed Yuji Tango to C106, the storage room for the cloned monster's corpse.

"Hiss—" The heavy metal valve opened, and scorching white smoke billowed out from the room, which had been kept at a stable temperature of -7 degrees Celsius.

The heat was bearable. Tango Yuji and the crow man passed through the valve one after the other. The dancer holding the hairpin turned around and smiled apologetically at the two of them: "I'm a bit disheveled. Please excuse me."

Her hair was disheveled, and all the jewels and ornaments in her hair fell to the ground with a clatter, as if they had been blown away by a strong wind.

But what could be better than Soma indoors? Tango Yuji smelled a strong odor of burnt grease.

“The negotiations with Bizomo failed, so they blew this place up. It seems to be very afraid of fire,” Tsune Aya smiled, her floor-length robes scorched and mottled. She pulled her sleeves up to make herself look as presentable as possible. “As you can see, the jars guarding the monster’s corpses are very sturdy. They were not damaged even in the instantaneous high-temperature explosion.”

“I should be amazed that you’re still alive.” Tango Yuji used the shrinking ray gun to replicate the cloned monster, put it in another box, and stuffed it into the metal box he was protecting.

“It’s up to you now,” Tsukishiro said to the crow-man. “Is your spaceship at the agreed location?”

……

At the same time, the air force also received orders to deploy.

Of course, he wasn't going to bomb his own base with a plane, but rather to go to the hangar to support the logistics that had been thrown into chaos by his "colleagues" possessed by the Bizomo entity.

"Ask them how many times they offered Sōsuke the chance to 'go solo'! Anyone who can't answer, take them all away and send them to the medical department for 'care'!" Ralph's decision was simple and brutal. Whether they genuinely didn't know or were possessed and couldn't answer, taking them all away might lead to injustice, but there would definitely be no one left out.

Herbert ran alongside in silence, while Yota muttered from behind, "The captain's probably been sent to coordinate or command things again, but where's Sosuke?"

"What else could it be? His little girlfriend!" Ralph said. "She's in a wheelchair and near the scene of the incident, so the chances of her being in danger are very high. Sosuke couldn't sit still and went straight there after hearing about the explosion... When he comes back, we'll praise him for his bravery first, and then give him a good beating!"

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Manong Alien

Consistent with the description reported by the hangar logistics team, Ralf and his team did indeed see the workshop and offices in complete chaos.

People were searching for someone, calling for the medical bureau, and the corridor was a mess, like a vegetable market. There were even two people who should have known each other getting into a fight, one insisting that the other was "fake," while the other kept shouting that he was innocent.

There was also a guy not in uniform huddled in a corner, trembling behind a box as tall as a person.

Herbert and Yang Tai went to stop the logistics guys from fighting each other, while Ralph set his sights on a "suspicious person" who wasn't wearing a uniform.

"I... I'm a shop assistant from the nearby shopping street, just delivering goods..." The suspicious man relaxed a bit when he saw the burly Ralf approaching. He patted the box in front of him: "These are all office supplies. What's going on here? Will the ban be lifted tonight?"

He probably thought that Ralf could help him stop the logistics members who were possessed by Bizomo, and as he spoke, he moved closer to Ralf, like a younger brother seeking protection from his older brother.

Ralph opened the box and confirmed that it contained a bunch of file boxes, a stapler, and stacks of printer paper. Being cautious, he casually asked, "You're carrying all this stuff by yourself?"

"No way, my colleagues are here too."

"Where is he?" Ralph looked around the workshop but didn't find any other outsiders.

“He went to distribute supplies to each office according to the order details,” the deliveryman replied. “You see, the box isn’t full. He went to deliver the goods, and I’m here watching over things. I haven’t been able to contact him since the incident.”

Ralph nodded, beckoned him closer, and casually put his arm around his shoulder, saying, "It's always been the service center that handles the distribution. When did you start taking over the final delivery?"

"...Something happened as soon as we arrived. They won't let us leave the building. Isn't the service center in another building?"

“Oh, that’s good,” Ralph asked again, “How many years have you been doing this?” (Monthly fee group 694936135)

The deliveryman didn't answer, because the hand on his shoulder gripped him like an iron clamp.

Ralph pulled out his sidearm and pressed it against the man's chin, bringing his face close and saying coldly, "I don't know why a deliveryman has such delicate hands. Who are you?"

His question echoed through the workshop like a thunderous roar. The men who were fighting were separated and restrained by Yang Tai and Herbert, and were being handcuffed. Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look at Ralf.

A dozen pairs of eyes looked on with surprise and confusion.

Gradually, it turned into fear.

Because the gun in Ralph's hand was twisting.

He grabbed the deliveryman's shoulder, and the deliveryman grabbed his wrist in return. A sharp, almost bone-cracking pain shot through him, and Ralph broke out in a cold sweat.

The gun barrel groaned as it was crushed between the deliveryman's delicate fingers, and in full view of everyone, the pistol that had been with Ralph for many days was turned into scrap metal.

“I was just crouching in the corner to provide backup. I didn’t want to cause trouble, and I didn’t want anyone to come looking for me,” the deliveryman said again, his voice now that of a young man mixed with that of an old man: “Now you all have to stay here. This workshop is truly locked down.”

He shoved Ralph away, his small, thin body unleashing a tremendous force that sent Ralph staggering and falling.

"Earthling guns." The deliveryman scoffed, flicking his ankle to send the "scrap metal pistol" flying. It hit Yang Tai, who was running towards him, with a loud, bell-like crash. The pistol shattered into pieces, and Yang Tai flew through the air as if he had been hit by a cement tanker truck.

"This feels so familiar..." As Yang Tai flew out, he recalled the moment he was thrown against the wall by Mu Zhenxing's crazy woman. Now he was being smashed by a pistol twisted into a pretzel. The light screen flashed by, and he heard the same sound of metal cracking from his chest, followed by a strong impact.

It wasn't fatal. It was like being in a car accident but making sure he was wearing his seatbelt and the airbags were working properly. The impact was just so strong that he almost threw up his dinner from last night.

Then there's the familiar feeling of being buried alive by bricks and cement blocks.

"Is it dark?" Yang Tai thought vaguely, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit.

"You'd better not make any rash moves." The deliveryman held up three fingers, making a gun gesture, and pointed it at Ralph's forehead.

Herbert stood frozen in place.

The deliveryman's fingertips flashed with an unbelievable red light, while at the same time, his foot was pressing down on Ralph's chest, making it hard for the former special forces member, who looked many times stronger than him, to breathe.

Starting from the soles of his feet, the deliveryman's skin gradually turned metallic, and his face resembled that of an Earthling, but with three spider-leg-like antennae extending from each side.

“Stay here, or we’ll blow his head off in the next second,” said the deliveryman, no, the Manonian.

……

At the same time, Aiba Yu, who was cleaning up the Hizomo individuals in Area B of the Life Science Research Center, suddenly stopped.

“Badge.” His gaze pierced through the concrete wall and landed on the air force's logistics hangar.

The chaos caused by Bizomo's "escape" has now turned into a carnival for aliens, with all sorts of long-lurking individuals daring to surface.

Within Aiba Yu's perception, the complex and varied auras of all sorts of aliens and even monsters indicated the precarious state of the base.

The building contained only the panicked, freakish Bizomo proliferators. Apart from the clueless artificial lifeforms, the other infiltrators seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.

Yu Aiba was unaware that the GUTS team had diverted half of their forces after receiving a monster alert in the newly developed area; otherwise, he would have realized very quickly that this was a diversionary tactic by some unscrupulous individuals.

The shattered badge carried by Yota provided Aiba Yu with a clear "landmark." The individuals proliferated by Bizomo have troublesome possession abilities, but they are not yet strong enough to break through the defenses, unless Yota is unlucky enough to fall into Bizomo's lair.

Then they must be aliens.

"Wow!"

With the windows wide open, the ground security team members guarding the building watched as a dark creature leaped down from the 18th floor, its sharp claws digging several small holes in the ground.

Those who react slowly only have time to open their mouths, while those who react quickly have already pulled the trigger and fired.

The bullets struck the "monster" without leaving a mark; the crisp clanging sound was like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Before the deputy captain of the ground guard could finish shouting "Stop him..." the "monster" had already leaped onto the outer wall of another building and disappeared from sight in less than three seconds.

“He…” The vice-captain felt his jaw stiffen.

Not long after, another loud bang came from afar, followed by an urgent report from the Information Department: "The life form codenamed 'Samuel' has breached the outer wall of the Air Force's logistics hangar. Please take immediate action!"

The vice-captain looked at the building ravaged by Bizomo and felt as if his brains were about to evaporate on the spot. If the captain were here…

"No progress after all these years!" Just when the vice-captain felt his brain wasn't working properly, Captain Sato, whom he had been longing for and who had been keeping him locked up in the interrogation room like a rock, appeared in a flurry of activity.

Although his position was changed to head of the interrogation room by the people in the inspection office, he was still the one who was truly respected by the ground guards.

The vice-captain instinctively straightened up, and heard Sato order: "Send additional assault teams to quickly clear out the Bizomo individuals in Area B, seal off all exits of the 'Hastur' warehouse to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos, and contact the Victory Team to track down 'Samuel's' movements. He must have discovered something more dangerous than Bizomo."

Chapter 100 Clones

Yota was always curious about what Sosuke meant by "the aliens eating each other" after returning on Halloween.

Today he finally got the answer.

He caught sight of the sky again, and a hand pulled him up from the pile of bricks and rubble. That hand, facing the sunlight, its scales reflecting the light like a slowly rotating blade.

His palms were bluish-gray, appearing cold, yet dry and warm.

Yota dismissed the idea that "Sousuke was just describing a humanoid reptile."

Aiba Yu glanced at the broken badge again, then turned his gaze to the Manon alien who was stepping on Ralf.

The other party narrowed his eyes, and the light bullet that was poised to be released at his fingertips became even more solid.

The workshop's glass windows could only be opened from the inside, so Aiba Yu smashed the window directly. Glass shards flew like a rain of diamonds, and the pitch-black "monster" stomped in through the creaking glass. He exhaled scorching white mist, his face contorted with rage, like a volcano; his bright golden vertical pupils were sharp, his scales as cold as frost.

Everyone expected him to roar like a tiger just emerging from the forest, asserting his dominance. But he remained silent, first bending down to drag Yang Tai out of the pile of bricks, then scanning his gaze towards the Manon alien.

The next instant, he grabbed the neck of the Manonian who had just left everyone helpless.

The wind howled like tearing silk, catching the hems of the clothes of people walking along the path.

Ralph felt like he was watching a terribly laggy PowerPoint presentation. In one frame, the "monster" was dozens of meters away, and in the next frame, both the "monster" and the alien standing on him had disappeared. It took him several seconds to process what was happening, as his lungs, which were nearly bursting with suffocation, had been churning.

He quickly sat up, gasping for breath, as a few snowflakes that shouldn't be there at this time of year drifted past his eyes.

Meita field.

As Aiba Yu grabbed Manon Alien and pulled him away from Ralf, he immediately opened his domain and slammed him onto the ice, creating a chasm nearly a hundred meters long.