Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Someone leaked his whereabouts to this young man, and he needs to find out who did it and then permanently block that person.

This is one of the survival methods of black market merchants.

"That's not important."

“Now all we need to do is exchange money for goods, right?” Newton said to Old Zhou, his brow furrowed as he spread his arms wide. His courage as a scientist surged within him at this moment.

The intelligence was given to him by Field Marshal Stark, but he knew he couldn't reveal it at this time.

When Lao Zhou heard this, his face immediately turned cold.

Upon seeing this, two men wearing black coats pulled out pistols from their pockets, stepped forward, and stared at Newton from the left and right.

Instead of immediately pressing the guns against Newton's forehead, they held them in their hands, their arms naturally crossed in front of them. This posture actually increased the sense of oppression from the violence.

"I suggest you figure out who you're talking to first," Old Zhou said in a deep voice, slowly raising his right hand. The two men beside him also slowly raised their pistols in response.

If he wanted to, Newton's head would explode in an instant.

"Calm down...hey, calm down!" Herman, who was standing nearby, immediately stepped between the two sides with his cane and said nervously.

“We’re just here to make a deal, there’s no need for this.”

“We want to buy these things from you because we want to save the world.” His mind raced, searching for words to ease the tension.

Both scientists focused their stat points on intelligence, and were almost completely clueless about social skills.

However, once he said those words...

Old Zhou frowned and gestured for his two bodyguards to step back.

He rubbed the stubble on his chin, stared at the two men in front of him, and said thoughtfully, "I know who sent you..."

The only person who's always thinking about saving the world is that troublesome Strick Pantecost.

After the Jaeger Forces were transformed from an official organization into a civilian one, Marshal Stark transferred the disposal rights of a large number of monster corpses to Zhou in exchange for funding. The two worked very closely together.

"Didn't you already close the breach?"

"Where are there so many villains to play heroes for you guys these days?" Old Zhou asked, puzzled.

Logically speaking, the Stark group should have rested by now, as the most crucial breach has been closed. What's going on here?

“How did you know… well… I can only tell you that things are far more complicated than you imagine.” Newton was taken aback at first, then, as if accepting the fact, he gave a simple explanation.

"Our enemies have not completely disappeared."

“We must use it to gather intelligence on the enemy,” Newton said, pointing to the monster’s secondary brain.

Now it was Old Zhou's turn to be stunned.

"Use it to obtain enemy intelligence?"

"How to do it?"

"Has your technology advanced to the point where you can extract memories from monster brains?"

He wondered how these people's technology could have progressed so quickly.

There's only one way to get information from a monster's brain...

"Wait a minute..." Old Zhou suddenly realized something, ripped off his round sunglasses, stared at Newton, and frowned as he asked, "Are you planning to communicate with a monster?!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and as the distance closed, he noticed the abnormality in Newton's eyes.

The iris, which should have been brown, was now tinged with red, and the white sclera was covered with blood vessels.

"Fuck! Have you already done it once!?" Old Zhou saw the obvious aftereffects of synesthesia and immediately realized that the other party had already synesthetized with the monster.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Newton was startled by Old Zhou's sudden reaction.

What's gotten into this black market merchant all of a sudden?

"Don't you know?" Old Zhou retorted, "Synesthesia is mutual. When you get information from the monster's brain, the monster also gets information from your brain."

"You've already revealed everything in your head to your enemies!" Old Zhou was furious when he said this.

He had also studied the body structure of monsters and knew the intricacies of it.

Old Zhou could tell at a glance that Newton, a young scientist, was impulsive and had rashly communicated with the monster without doing any preparation.

This is completely counterproductive!

However, what Newton said after nodding made him pause for a moment.

"Yeah, I know, what's wrong?" Newton asked, still puzzled, frowning.

After communicating with the monster, Albert told himself about the downsides of doing so, but then told him not to worry about it.

They were not afraid to exchange intelligence with the enemy.

"you know?"

"So you're going to try to communicate with the monster again?" Old Zhou was a little unsure now. "Wait... how did you manage to maintain a zero-casualty record while exchanging intelligence with the enemy?"

He suddenly realized that if these guys had already communicated with the monster, how did their previous actions succeed?

"Because even after they got our intelligence, they still couldn't beat us, it's that simple." Newton had an expression that said, 'Isn't this a very simple principle?' which completely baffled Old Zhou.

"Shit... what kind of black technology did that guy Stark get his hands on..." Old Zhou put his sunglasses back on, hiding his bewildered look.

"So, are you going to sell this batch of goods to us or not?" Newton followed up with the question.

Old Zhou looked helplessly at the goods in his hand.

I felt a little hesitant.

He knew that the Stricks were doing things that, while he couldn't understand them, were glorious enough.

But his current buyer, Zachary Lyman, is someone he can't afford to offend.

Chapter 68 Another Storm

“I know what you want these things for, but now the destination of this shipment is no longer up to me.”

"I can't afford to offend the buyer of this batch of goods, and neither can you."

"You should wait for the next batch of goods," Old Zhou said, frowning.

He would usually put on a tough act when it came to requests from Stark and his gang, but he would ultimately not refuse.

But the situation is different now. The buyer of this shipment, Zachary Lyman, has the backing of high-ranking officials at the United Nations and owns a factory that mass-produces unmanned mechs. He is someone you really can't mess with, and Stark, who only has a few mechs, is also someone you can't mess with.

That guy is a hot commodity right now, and for a time he even overshadowed Marshal Stark, who was closing the breach.

"What should I do?"

“We urgently need this shipment,” Newton said, still unwilling to give up.

To communicate with a monster, you must have a fully preserved secondary monster brain.

The monsters they encountered last time were all emergencies, and there was no time to harvest their brains. Moreover, no one thought at the time that they would have to search for the last transmigrator.

Now only Old Zhou still has the organs of those monsters from before.

"What else can we do? Just let it be!" Old Zhou replied impatiently.

The goods have been ordered and the money has been received; now all that's left is for someone to come and pick them up.

There's only one possibility for selling this batch of goods to Newton and his group: something must have happened to Zachary Lyman.

Is that even possible?

That guy was so cautious that even he didn't know his own location.

Unless the sky falls...

"...My God." Suddenly, Old Zhou seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and his mouth opened slightly.

Ahead of them, a tall, thin figure was dragging a large caterpillar across the ruined road, walking toward them.

The thing being dragged wasn't actually a caterpillar, but a man bound tightly with ropes, Zachary Lyman, a buyer he couldn't afford to offend.

Okay, the sky has really fallen.

"Mr. Natsuki?"

"Why are you here?" Newton and Herman were both taken aback when they saw Xia Shu arrive. They remembered that Mr. Xia Shu should have gone to negotiate with high-ranking government officials.

“I’m not far from you. I heard you seemed to be in trouble, so I came to check on you,” Xia Shuchong said to the two of them.

As soon as he arrived, the two PhDs felt as if they had found their pillar of support, and their tension and urgency instantly disappeared.

In their eyes, a man who was slaying Eureka Raiders on the other side of the breach was far more powerful than any black market dealer.

"That...that's Lyman?" Old Zhou stared at the man on the ground, his mouth gagged and his body bound, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

How did this man, who was all high and mighty this morning, suddenly become a prisoner?

The world has ultimately gone mad and become something I don't recognize.

Lyman was tied up, his head buried in the ground, not daring to lift his head and look directly at Old Zhou. He stood there motionless, as if he had passed away peacefully.

“It’s genuine, no doubt about it,” Xia Shu said.

Old Zhou was immediately filled with respect.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Newton.” He immediately shook hands with Newton beside him, even using honorifics, performing a rapid change of expression.

"It's Newton." Newton was taken aback for a moment, but the first thing he realized was that the other person had called him by the wrong name.

"OK, Mr. Newton, this entire shipment is now yours."

"It must be inconvenient for you to carry all this, right? I'll have my men accompany you on the delivery later." Old Zhou's businessman's intuition told him that he had no say in anything that followed.

His sudden enthusiasm made Newton feel a little uncomfortable.

However, she still took out her phone and said, "That would be best... How should I pay the fee?"

"No, no, no... Mr. Lyman has already paid for it for you," Old Zhou said, waving his hand.

Lehman, a currently prominent figure with the backing of the United Nations, was kidnapped without warning. He couldn't afford to offend Lehman, and now he can't afford to offend these people even more.

He could already smell the storm brewing.

If you were to get caught up in that vortex, you could be shattered to pieces in the slightest mistake.