Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

But after he asked the question, he received no answer.

The other party has obviously left.

Taylor stared at the air in front of him from inside the private jet, remaining silent for a long time.

My first encounter with aliens... I never expected it to be like this, with such a process and outcome.

After that, he picked up the phone again, preparing to report the contents of the conversation to his superiors.

......

Meanwhile, Lyman was unaware that his protector had betrayed him.

He sat in the cockpit of a white mech specially made for him, adjusting the mech's data.

There was also a phone call hanging up at the same time.

"Your inventory ran out so quickly?" he said while operating the machine.

On the other end of the phone was a black market dealer who specialized in smuggling monster body parts.

Before receiving support from the United Nations, he sourced most of his monster body parts from them.

"Where are we going to get so many monsters for you now?" A hoarse voice, tinged with anger, came from the other end of the phone.

"And why are you avoiding me now?"

"You deliberately gave me a fake address, and even used a virtual number. Who did you offend?"

This black market dealer is also in San Francisco, but in a different area.

Lyman was far too cautious.

After he began his plan, he did not reveal his whereabouts to anyone except the United States representative to the United Nations, Taylor.

He wouldn't have told Taylor if it weren't to gain Taylor's trust.

Caution is the reason he's been able to get by until now.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will definitely be the ultimate winner.

“I didn’t offend anyone, I was just doing some insurance,” Lyman said with a smile. “You can just leave the goods there, the money has already been transferred to your account.”

"Okay," the other person said.

"But you can't hide forever, can you?"

"People always have to come out into the light."

“Don’t worry, Zhou,” Lyman said. “You’ll see me soon.”

Chapter 65 An Unexpected Accident

This underground factory in San Francisco was Lyman's most important factory and a key hiding place. Unlike the other factories, the production line in this factory was entirely automated and no one was allowed to enter.

“Now, all we have to do is wait…” Lyman, who was adjusting the equipment in the cockpit, smiled and hung up the phone with black market dealer Lao Zhou.

He then casually tossed the phone out of the cockpit, where it was caught by a robotic arm and physically destroyed.

As I said before, be cautious.

"Young people are always so impatient."

"The real winners are always the ones who wait until the very end to reap the rewards," Lyman remarked, recalling the battle between Marshal Stark's mech forces and the Pioneers.

Both groups of time travelers were impatient and impulsive.

Still too young.

Unlike him, who not only deployed a large number of unmanned mechs, but also reserved one to protect himself, he was extremely cautious.

Only when everything has settled will he truly step into the limelight.

Suddenly, the factory, where only the sounds of machinery were running, was filled with the sound of something falling to the ground, somewhat like footsteps, which sounded particularly abrupt in the environment.

Lyman was particularly sensitive to this and immediately abandoned what he was doing. He opened the cockpit on the mech's chest and looked out.

"Is it an illusion?"

There was nothing in the direction from which the sound came; everything seemed normal.

He frowned, wondering if there was anything he hadn't done properly in his preparations.

After thinking for a full two minutes, he nodded silently.

"It should just be my imagination... It seems that being too sensitive is not a good thing." Lyman returned to the cockpit and continued to adjust the mech, admonishing himself not to be too sensitive, otherwise he would get mentally exhausted quickly, which would have the opposite effect.

The hardware for this mech is complete, but the system still needs to be debugged.

As he focused his attention on the screen, he felt something was off.

It felt as if a scorching gaze was directed at him from behind, making him uneasy.

"Who!?" Lyman suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Behind him was the white, futuristic-looking cockpit wall, completely obscuring any human figure.

hiss......

That's strange, this feeling shouldn't be without reason...

I've never heard of ghosts in the Pacific Rim world, have I?

Is it just my imagination again?

Can hallucinations occur twice in a row?

"Looks like I've been too stressed lately. I'll take a break." Lyman rubbed his temples, shut down the mecha's internal systems, stepped out of the cockpit, and onto the walkway.

I walked along the dimly lit factory corridor toward the break room.

The factory has excellent security; if someone were to break in, the alarm would be triggered immediately, so he must be the only person inside right now.

I can't keep scaring myself like this...

"Tap tap...tap tap tap..."

Lyman's leather shoes clicked on the steel bridge, stimulating his throbbing temples.

I've been focusing on my plans every day lately, and I haven't had any time to sleep at all. It seems the pressure is getting a bit too much...

"Tap tap... tap tap tap tap tap..."

The footsteps were still very clear.

But without realizing it, the sound of other people's footsteps mingled with his own.

He didn't notice it at first.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly realized this!

How could there be two footsteps in this factory!

"Who is it?!" Lyman drew his pistol from his waist, aimed it behind him, and shouted.

He quickly turned around, and suddenly, an unfamiliar face filled his entire field of vision!

Lyman's heart pounded wildly. He pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out of the barrel after a loud bang, hitting the enemy.

But what happened next was even more alarming: the bullet didn't pierce the man's body directly; instead, it veered off course and flew towards the factory wall.

Lyman remembered that he did not have the skill of gunfighting.

"Bang bang bang!" He refused to believe it and frantically pulled the trigger at the figure in front of him.

But the result is the same.

"Who...who exactly are you?!" Lyman asked, his arm trembling slightly, as he looked at the man in front of him with black hair, golden eyes, a floral shirt, and baggy shorts, dressed like he was on vacation.

He had absolutely no idea where his plan had gone wrong.

How exactly did they find this place?

Why was no alarm triggered?

"Let me see... Zachary Lyman, right?" The man opposite him took out a phone, compared Lyman's appearance, and asked.

"Shit...!" Lyman realized that this man was likely there to cause him trouble, so he quickly turned around and ran towards the mecha.

At this point, one can't care about appearances anymore.

Running at full speed, wanting to run into the mech for a sense of security.

This man appeared like a ghost, completely bypassing his security system, and now it seems he's here to take his life!

"You think you can run away right under my nose?" Xia Shu watched him turn and run, then calmly followed.

Having already located him and pinpointed his location, how could we let him escape so easily?

Besides, where could they run to?

Let alone escaping this factory, even if he escapes to the other side of the world, Natsuki could still catch him and bring him back.

Lyman ran all the way to the cockpit of the mech, ignoring the system adjustments, and forcibly started the white mech that resembled the drone mech.

The sound of gears meshing and machinery turning filled the factory, and lights shone on the road in front of the mechs as they started up.

Natsuki stood on the covered bridge, looking at the mecha poised to launch, and raised an eyebrow.

Isn't this just trapping yourself in a giant can?

A few specks of white energy suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand that was naturally hanging down on the right side of the body.

"There is no way someone like you could exist in this world. Who... are you?!" Lyman's voice spread from the audio system inside the mecha. At the same time, the mecha detached from its frame and swung its arm toward the corridor where Natsuki was standing.

Lyman had planned everything meticulously, but he never expected to encounter such a ghostly man.

The mecha's enormous fist blocked out some of the lights as it slammed down with a heavy force.

At the same time, the energy in Xia Shu's right palm had gathered into a white halo, which he flicked forward before the mecha's fist fell.

The white halo wasn't large, but it flew extremely fast, instantly reaching the mecha's shoulder joint and slicing past it.

The mech's arm snapped off instantly, and it plummeted toward the ground below with a dull thud.