Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Chapter 66 What kind of matching mechanism is this?!

"How...how is this possible!?" Lyman, inside the cockpit, was stunned as he watched his mech lose an arm in an instant.

Countless thoughts erupted in my mind.

What exactly is that man standing on the covered bridge?!

Are you sure you didn't wander onto the wrong set?

Isn't this world a sci-fi movie about mechs and monsters?

Why did they give me superpowers?!

And... those white wheels look kind of familiar...

Isn't that an Ultraman move?!

Why did I get hit by an eight-minute beam strike while on a mission in the Pacific Rim world?!

What kind of insane matchmaking system is this?!

And...whose Ultraman human form can conjure an eight-point beam of light by hand?!

Could this guy be the real AoE?!

"You...are you Ultraman?!" Lyman's forehead was already covered in cold sweat as he asked the man in the green floral shirt from inside the cockpit.

At the same time, he was praying silently, "Please don't...please don't..."

Then he saw the other person slowly nod.

Lyman: "..."

He suddenly released the controller and slumped onto the cockpit floor.

What's the point of fighting now?

All his plans and all his efforts amounted to nothing in the face of absolute power.

This guy can already tear apart mechs with his bare hands even without transforming. What will he be like after transforming?

Lyman knew about Ultraman, though he didn't know much about him, but he knew that it wasn't something he could easily mess with.

Put Ultraman in the Pacific World?

Okay... I don't know who did it.

But you are this (thumbs up).

Lyman's mentality collapsed.

It completely collapsed, leaving not a trace.

"Heh...heh he ...

Is caution helpful?

Are meticulous plans useful?

It's useful, but in the face of absolute power, it's a joke.

The opponent doesn't need to use a super brain; super strength is enough to kill me ten times over.

While he was questioning his existence, Xia Shu had already arrived at the cockpit, tore it open, and stepped inside.

"Since you know Ultraman, I won't waste my breath on you."

"Shoot him on the spot or put him in a space prison?" Xia Shu asked Lyman, whose brown hair was slightly disheveled.

As Albert said, none of the time travelers were clean.

Lyman knew better than anyone how many innocent lives he had killed.

“I…” Lyman raised his head, looked at Natsuki whose eyes held little pity, and opened his mouth.

I am extremely conflicted.

"Before making a choice, can I ask a question?" he asked, forcing himself to speak.

There is one question that he will not find peace in death if he does not ask it clearly.

How did you find me?

"Even if you are Ultraman, it would take you a lot of effort to find me." Lyman had watched Ultraman-related tokusatsu shows, but even when Ultraman in the shows was looking for people, he always followed basic principles.

Ultraman usually only attacks when the enemy shows up, and there are often situations where the enemy cannot be found.

He felt that Natsuki's direct and direct attack on his own territory was seriously inconsistent with his basic understanding of tokusatsu films.

“I spoke with the higher-ups on the human side, and he quickly and very enthusiastically told me your location,” Xia Shu said, still wondering why the man named Taylor was so sensible.

Lyman heard this.

He immediately guessed who had leaked his information.

Only one person knew his place: Taylor.

"He...he just gave you the information like that?" Lyman still couldn't quite believe it.

How could this little boat of friendship capsize so easily?

He had already provided Taylor with a great deal of value, so why would he easily side with Ultraman? Even if he stubbornly refused to reveal his information, given Ultraman's personality, he couldn't possibly do anything to him.

Lyman fell into deep self-doubt.

However, he soon remembered that in his mind, Ultraman would never attack humans at will.

But the people in this world don't know what Ultraman is.

From their perspective, that was an alien with the power to destroy human civilization at any time.

"...I never anticipated such an unexpected turn of events." Lyman sighed deeply again; he truly couldn't believe that Ultraman would appear in this godforsaken place.

"I'm asking you one last time: shoot me on the spot or put me in a space prison?" Natsuki issued his final ultimatum.

“I…” Lyman looked at Natsuki, still conflicted.

As a time traveler, he was used to enjoying the superiority of having the natives completely at his mercy, and he also became addicted to the power to decide the life and death of countless people at will.

Send him to jail now? Restrict all his freedom?

“I choose the cosmic prison,” he said firmly.

......

......

San Francisco, another abandoned urban area.

"Are you sure that black market dealer is around here?" Herman, leaning on his cane, looked around at the increasingly dilapidated buildings and couldn't help but ask Newton beside him.

They're here to find black market dealers who sell monster brains, not for adventure.

How could a businessman with such great abilities possibly appear in a place like this?

“I’m not sure either, but the Marshal said this is the destination of this trip.” Newton was a little guilty now, but thinking that the Marshal had no reason to lie to him, he chose to bite the bullet and move forward.

"Damn it, if we get robbed here, it'll all be your fault!" Herman blurted out as soon as he saw Newton's expression.

"Don't rush...don't rush..."

Newton ignored him and continued looking down at the map on his phone.

"It shouldn't be far... Oh, that's it!" Seeing that he had finally arrived near the target location, he finally smiled.

Holding his phone, he ran a few steps toward a house that was only half standing.

Hermann frowned and followed behind him.

Soon, they saw three neatly dressed figures in the dilapidated house, who were clearly not refugees from this area.

"found it!"

“You…you’re Hannibal Chow, right?” Newton shouted at the white-haired old man in the room, who was dressed in a purple coat and had a flamboyant air about him.

I heard Newton's voice.

Hannibal Lecter turned around, wearing round sunglasses and a set of gold teeth, and looked at the two doctors with different expressions.

He scoffed, "Who do you think you are?"

Herman was taken aback by the unfriendly tone, realizing that this guy was indeed involved in the black market and seemed ready to stab someone in the back at any moment.

Newton, on the other hand, remained relatively calm. This wasn't because he had exceptional mental fortitude, but because he had spotted the sealed jar guarded by his two henchmen, which contained the secondary monster brain he sought.

“I’m here to make a deal with you,” Newton said with a smile, glancing at the secondary brain and then at Hannibal Chow.

“Then you’re too late. I’ve already sold this batch of goods,” Hannibal Chow immediately refused.

He had just spoken to Lyman on the phone, and as a black market dealer, he knew the importance of credibility.

Chapter 67 The Buyer You Can't Afford to Offend

"It's already sold?" Newton was stunned when he heard this, and the smile on his face froze.

Apart from these two groups of people, there were no other third parties in the dilapidated ruins.

The other party's buyer is not here.

“Your buyer isn’t even here. He might have been delayed by a stomachache or something… But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I got here before him.”

“I am standing right in front of you now, and I have brought the funds to trade with you. I think you should choose a higher-quality client.”

Newton talked on and on, his gaze shifting back and forth between the jar containing the monster's secondary brain and Hannibal Chow.

He had to close this deal.

He no longer cared about the risks of dealing with gangsters; all he wanted now was to connect with that secondary brain.

Fuck... She's so tempting.

"you......?"

"Kid, before we talk about this, tell me how you found me?" Old Zhou, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked up to Newton, looked the young man up and down again, and asked condescendingly.

He is a black market dealer with many connections, but not everyone can know his whereabouts.