Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Outside the atmosphere, in space.

Natsuki looked at the azure planet in front of her.

He sighed slightly and said, "This guy is really good at hiding... I searched everywhere but couldn't find him."

Xia Shu flew around the Earth several times, originally intending to use Ultra Vision to directly locate Lyman's position, but she didn't expect the other party to be hiding so well.

This rapid search method can only observe buildings above ground; it is very time-consuming to observe enemies hiding underground.

Of course, this is also related to his deteriorating eyesight.

"If I had the eyesight I had back then, I would have found this guy long ago," Xia Shu said, realizing that even as an old man, he couldn't compare to the younger generation.

Forget it, let's just use the old Deng's approach.

"Plan A failed."

"Activate Plan B." With that, Natsuki's figure slowly disappeared into space.

I'm going to discuss this with the higher-ups in the human government.

I pondered my next words, thinking that I could make my words a bit stronger later.

However, he did not expect that his actions would leave some psychological scars on the higher-ups of humanity.

Before any formal contact had even taken place between the two sides, Taylor, as the United States' representative to the United Nations, was already thinking about how to slide on his knees later.

This negotiation will go much more smoothly than Xia Shu had imagined.

......

San Francisco, USA.

A black helicopter was parked on the shore where a lot of garbage was piled up.

With the roar of an engine, two figures stepped out of the cabin.

"Why did I come with you to this damn lousy place?" Herman, leaning on his cane, shivered from the sudden cold wind, tightened his black down jacket, and pointed at Newton beside him as he walked forward.

The shrill voice was filled with discontent.

"why?"

“You should ask yourself that!” Newton, wearing a thick leather coat, pointed at Herman with a smug look on his face. “Admit it, you’re just not happy about being left behind by me.”

"My research is progressing much faster than yours right now."

Previously, he had communicated with the monster's secondary brain to provide Marshal Stark with intelligence. Although it didn't play a significant role, he was far ahead of Herman in terms of research progress and achievements.

“Your lead is only temporary!” Herman seemed to have been hit where it hurt, but he really didn’t have any words to refute Newton right now; scientists like them were all practical.

So after replying, he turned his gaze to the distant street.

They came here in search of a black market dealer.

To communicate with a monster, one needs a perfectly intact secondary monster brain, and this black market dealer happens to have just that.

Now, their enemies include Lyman, who wields a drone mech, and a time traveler still hiding among the Pioneers. They need to communicate with the monster to obtain further information about it.

“This city…is really…” Newton walked, came to the vicinity of the street he used to frequent, stared ahead, suddenly stopped, and took a deep breath.

This city, ravaged by monsters, bears no resemblance to its former glory. Ruins are everywhere, and most of the newly built structures are cobbled together.

It has a distinct cyberpunk wasteland style.

The moment he entered this place, he would instantly remember that they were still in the midst of the apocalypse.

Although they knew that their side had a powerful giant of light, countless ordinary people and countless refugees still did not know when dawn would arrive.

He almost forgot that despair is the dominant theme of this world.

The weather in January was anything but warm, and most of the people hiding in the dilapidated buildings were dressed in rags and huddled up to avoid the cold.

"Please... I haven't eaten for three days..." As the two moved forward, a man with half his hair and a dirty face approached them, knelt down, and begged them.

Newton and Herman were dressed in clean clothes and clearly were not refugees.

“I…” Newton looked at the man with a complicated expression, reached into his pocket, pulled out a protein bar, and quickly stuffed it into the other man’s hand. “Take this, and don’t let anyone see it.”

After saying that, without waiting for the other person's thanks, he grabbed Herman and walked quickly forward.

Although he spends every day in the laboratory, he still knows what the outside world is like.

Although countries are maintaining a semblance of order, the number of displaced and homeless people is increasing.

The drones, which the government sees as a beacon of hope, are actually tools used to fulfill the ambitions of others, as if the suffering they have endured is not enough, and they are to be dragged into an even deeper abyss.

So our battle... is not over yet.

"Hurry up, Herman!" Newton turned to Herman and said, then, seeing that the man had difficulty moving, he simply hoisted him onto his shoulder and carried him forward. "If we're delayed, it'll all be your fault!"

"What!?"

"You bastard!"

Most of the time, he was arguing with Herman, and his personality was generally optimistic, occasionally acting crazy.

But he also knows what he should do now.

Chapter 64 The Backstab of Justice

"Disappeared again?" Taylor frowned again as he listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone.

This giant was so mysterious that it was impossible to fathom his intentions.

If he could... he really wanted to have a conversation with the other person.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye when he glanced out the window.

"That is...!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked out the window at the pure white clouds.

A red and silver figure was hovering in the air; it was the giant they had discovered in space!

"You came to see me?" Taylor looked at the other person in disbelief, not understanding why the other person would come to him.

The next second, the other person disappeared again.

However, at the same time, a deep voice resounded in his mind.

"I am a member of the Space Guard from the M78 Nebula. I came to Earth to track down the culprit causing the abnormal spacetime fluctuations."

“Now, one of the suspects, Zachary Lyman, is hiding among you, and I want you to tell me his location.”

Upon hearing the voice, Taylor quickly stood up from his seat and looked around the cabin, trying to find where the other person had spoken to him.

But after looking around, they couldn't find the other person, not even outside the window.

M78 Nebula... Is it really aliens?

They're looking for Lyman... Could it be related to the drone mech?

"This... could you please tell me what Lyman did?" Taylor asked hesitantly, looking at the air in front of him.

From his perspective, Lyman is undoubtedly human and is now on his side, bringing him a great deal of benefit.

If he could, he really didn't want to betray Lyman.

Moreover, drone mechs... in this era, can truly become their hope.

He was well aware of the limitations of the Hunter Mechs; they didn't have enough time and money to train pilots, since no one knew when the Pioneers would open a breach again.

In this era of disaster, countless people have become numb. To revitalize society, we must inspire them with hope.

Marshal Stark's successful closure of the breach is one example, and this drone mech is another. Only when people see sufficient security forces can they recover from their apocalyptic mindset.

"The props he creates will soon be controlled and go berserk."

“And before that happens, I will wipe them all out.” The voice echoed in his mind again.

Taylor's first reaction was disbelief.

He knew that the drone mechs were made with the body tissues of monsters, but those were all monsters that had already died.

Furthermore, the control of the drones is in the hands of the militaries of various countries. Lyman is just a manufacturer, so how could there be any problems?

But...does this giant really need to deceive himself?

If he knew absolutely nothing about this Titan, he would never believe it if he were suddenly told that Lyman's drone mech would go berserk.

But he had just witnessed this giant destroy the comet, and even knew that this giant had the power to destroy human civilization in three minutes.

If he himself possessed such supernatural power, and from the perspective of a Titan, would there be any need for discussion? He would simply wipe out Lyman along with humanity.

So... Lyman must have been deceiving himself!

“I understand,” Taylor nodded, and said earnestly, “I trust you.”

“The last time Zachary Lyman contacted me was at the base below the San Francisco Camp of Vegetarians, one of the factories he used to manufacture drone armor.”

Taylor directly revealed Lyman's location, which surprised Xia Shu for a moment.

Is she that sensible?

He learned from Marshal Stark that Taylor was one of the high-ranking officials who approved the drone mech plan. He had intended to use some persuasion to get information out of him, but he didn't expect the other party to confess right away.

In the eyes of a politician, if the risks of something far outweigh the benefits, he will abandon it completely.

So Taylor didn't try to be stubborn at all; she simply cooperated completely.

If this drone mech really goes berserk, it's a hidden danger that must be eliminated.

Now, the stance has changed.

Taylor and Natsuki were on the same side.

“I will intercept the drones that are currently in transit as soon as possible, but those drones that have already been transported to various countries…” He frowned in thought.

“As I said before, I will remove it,” Natsuki’s voice came. “However, I need you to evacuate any unrelated personnel and keep them away from those props.”

"Then... I'll leave it to you." Taylor nodded in response.

At the same time, one can't help but be curious.

Why would someone with such immense power care so much about the lives of ordinary people?