Chapter 437: NO．20：Professional Monster Machine Operators Must Dare to Make Judgments

NO．20：Professional Monster Machine Operators Must Dare to Make Judgments

July 29, Jiemen Xiqu, a small bar 2km from Central Tressen.

Even though summer vacation has arrived, even though it's evening, this bar mainly serving trainees has few customers.

Only the immovable fish-for-drinks bartender, at times, pretends to be a bloodless, tearless glass-wiper to avoid the green-clad woman's detection range.

"Trainee Lindun! Trainee Feng Xiqian!"

Usually, women in the bar mean landmines, not due to personality, but because women's thoughts are as hard to fathom as drunkards', and when they truly touch alcohol...

Facing that youthful emerald-green fury, Xiqian Feng demonstrated his senior's courage toward Aomo:

"Uh, why so serious?" Feng Xiqian said, even smiling.

His indifferent demeanor even moved Aomo, who thought this might be the strength of getting a hospital membership card.

But even if his sentence added firewood to the flames, the fire didn't rush to engulf him, instead turning toward Aomo.

Most likely because a new trainee hasn't returned yet.

Although someone made an obvious hate-drawing move, but...

Facing that gaze, the demon didn't understand the opponent's detection principle.

But his reaction wasn't slow either; knowing that when MT taunts, ST just needs to attack normally.

"Here." He replied softly.

At worst, just use a skill to reduce and transfer hate.

Of course, as the chairman's longtime secretary.

Miss JunChuan JiangSheng constantly holds the pressure-resistant position and won't easily lose control like a teenage horse girl, rarely resorting to violence.

Even though the keen-smelling demon already smelled the alcohol, she only entered complaint mode after Aomo responded.

"The expenses from the summer training camp there make me furious!"

"And Miss Rudolf's recent leave forced me to handle her duties, I'm very busy!"

"Ah, that's truly busy, I understand, I understand."

"..." Aomo silent, glanced at Xiqian Feng who immediately responded.

The senior who crafted the prince trainee path outwardly naturally has handsome looks and a deep, magnetic voice, quite popular with the opposite sex.

He's also quite acquainted with Miss JunChuan, so even if he rashly says such comfort, it wouldn't...

Bang!

The bottom of the wine cup struck the tabletop, cracks spreading across it could even make the bartender pretending to be background glance over.

And the woman still gripping that wine cup loudly shouted: "You don't understand at all! And Trainee Lindun! You called me out during my long-awaited rest time, and you were late!

"Stay calm! JiangSheng Miss, stay calm! Your composure collapsed! Aomo is here! Stay calm!"

Privately, this noisy prince is undoubtedly Xiqian Feng, whose performance mostly just adds fuel to the fire and otherwise means nothing.

But here there's still Aomo.

"I feel very sorry about this; if there's any work within my ability, please let me handle it, but I also hope you can listen to our reasons for being late, Miss JunChuan."

Speaking this sentence with crystal-clear diction and extremely rapid speed, the new trainee caught a glint in the senior's eye from the corner of his vision.

Though I don't know what he's thinking, but it likely has nothing to do with the current predicament, so he still focused on looking at Miss JunChuan JiangSheng whose expression slightly eased.

Right now, she is his savior.

"Sorry, I was a bit out of line." Having regained some rationality, Miss JunChuan indeed tidied her demeanor, then sized up the two before her.

"So... what's the reason for being late?"

Compared to the initial stare, the rationality proportion here is enough to delight.

It also made Trainee Feng Xiqian clear his throat, putting on the fresh smile often seen in magazines.

"I was attacked by a monster!"

He probably felt quite proud, this kind of experience ordinary people rarely have.

After him came the calm addition from Trainee Aomo Lindun.

"I attacked the monster."

"Eh? Ah?"

—

Although Miss JunChuan's soft exclamation was quite cute, Aomo still needed to immediately recall the past for her.

Although this so-called past was actually less than half a day.

The reason he could rush from HongYing District to Jiemen District after sending gifts to thank that day was only one: it was truly unbearable to stay there.

Looking back from the start, his reason for bringing the agency staff to HongYing District was because Jiemen District was everywhere with his legend.

And just a few hours ago, HongYing District was also everywhere with his legend.

The colossal beast fighting alongside the light giant against the strange blue spider giant beast, although not lacking mages' assistance, but purely in visual impact, Aomo's presence was obviously too high.

Even Ultraman Orb, who occupied the main output position, didn't have his Garutalon King's form as eye-catching.

The seventy-meter-tall asymmetrical spliced beast, with its ferocious torso and connected long tail and giant wings, eyes swirling with black flames—wanting to surpass this level of eye-catching, Orb would have to switch to a Thunder Chest Badge.

However, Orb didn't switch.

Not because he didn't want the scene to become 'two things looking like bad asses fighting one very flashy blue-purple crystal giant beast,' possibly leading to someone fueling an Ort/ORT simulation object.

But because he, like Aomo, has walked too long on the path of strength (x).

Yes, unlike many Ultramen of his generation, Orb Origin holding the Holy Sword is truly his strongest form (though strength actually lies in the sword), while KDA's maintainer is the Sevens, Seiro power fusion forming the Amelim head dart (also called Wisdom and Courage Form).

By comparison, the mediocre Thunder Chest Badge actually hasn't been activated for a while.

And this also let him be recognized from the start, yet quickly become the topic center's foil.

Being non-human is irrelevant, but becoming the topic center's demon is significant.

Even from the moment he blew up that Alt/Simulated Object, he already had the idea of running away.

The field of vision gathered from his surroundings was so obvious, and in the fusion beast state, his hearing, which was not inferior to Ultraman's, also brought him countless discussions.

Unfortunately, he could not run away immediately.

It was not a farewell; farewells were secondary. Given the premise that he could leave messages online and communicate directly through thoughts, farewells were not difficult. The difficulty lay in the fact that usable clues were right before him, and he had no need to restrain himself.

Clue — the clue that Ms. Morgan was framed.

Clue — the clue of the Dark Ring.

There is no doubt that he indeed once possessed the Dark Ring, before he woke up from the stretcher, before he was weakened by an unknown curse that eroded his self-control, unconsciously releasing his spirit and inner self during that time.

And when he realized this, the other party had already left.

But it was not a vanishing into thin air, nor did he dive into some space; instead, he flew straight out the window!

This was obviously a hint.

— Very close, just nearby.

At that time, he could not react immediately, but afterward, Alt's simulated object — which was absolutely not Alt's true form, and which had been shot apart in just a few hits by Ultraman Orb and himself — showed a clear dark aura when it collapsed.

It could make monster cards resonate, sharing the same gloom as the amplified human heart.

You've shown this…… then I won't rush to leave, ow.

Although the Dark Ring is useless, and like the Orb Ring, it's essentially an antique, its actual function is far inferior to the technology of the Land of Light, as well as the aliens who stole and modified that technology.

Its card-reading speed is also not yet as fast as the Beta Magic Blade in his hand, which can pierce multiple cards.

But this ancient relic from another universe is itself a very special material.

Moreover, as the agent of the Orb Ring, Kai is also present nearby, so at least he cannot stand by and do nothing.

Thus, Aomo also decided to join the fun, and could accomplish what El-Melloi II had failed to do.

In this world with source energy and technology, even monsters and Ultramen exist, he indeed had no confidence in identifying the methods of criminal offenders.

But given the premise of countless corpses with lingering aura fragments as clues, together with the warrior of light beside him, he could trace another deep darkness……

Aomo could boldly predict this was the level of the Ultraman Tiga movie — it could be settled within two hours!