Chapter 856: NO. 225: You only have this much potential! (4K)

NO. 225: You only have this much potential! (4K)

To tell the truth, Aomo thirteen minutes ago, although he was very concerned about the "material" in Shatar's mouth, and the list of famous Ultra clan members kept flashing in his mind, he still tried his best to appear indifferent enough.

Showing the cold attitude that only a film version transmigrator who is out of place with the old folks of the Ultra TV series would have.

Curious, but not particularly curious, and at the same time having a certain respect for the Ultra clan, even if it is only apparent respect—this is the basic persona that a person in the middle remembers when playing a suit actor.

Aomo could probably become an excellent suit actor. His conversations with his cheap boss in those thirteen minutes were frequent and boundless, and the mention of "material" was only twice.

Mentioned lightly and stopped, respecting the boss's mood of wanting to sell a mystery.

Although his inner thoughts were already showing aggressiveness.

And he was constantly searching the files in the chip for his memories of interacting with Ultramen like Zero, Riku, Gai, Lipiya, and Philis, trying to filter out clues he didn't notice at the time.

But the fact is there were no results.

Everyone hadn't talked about topics like "missing persons from the Land of Light" in the past, so he could only think that the Ultraman caught by a small circle organization like the Alien Commercial Alliance... was probably some reckless young person.

Like Z, or Z, or Z, or maybe Trigger, Trigger, Trigger.

Decker is not impossible either. Anyway, it must be a new generation. The mid-to-late stage battle record itself fits the description of "powerful warrior" and "impossible to capture if not for a miraculous situation."

He was fantasizing about whether he could draw blood and draw cards in one step, and whether Carmilla's card could also be directly swiped—when he finally waited for the Hipporito Alien to say: "Almost there, let's go. Before the action, I'll take you to see our precious bottom-line material."

So with twelve points of expectation, he followed the other party and a few followers, all the way to one of the rooms he wasn't qualified to enter when he was wandering around the battleship yesterday.

And then...

And then he saw his childhood.

Or rather, childhood shadow.

As everyone knows, the Ultra series' childhood shadows are mainly concentrated in the Showa and Heisei Ultra intervals, because the Tsuburaya works in this interval always give people a feeling of "this damn company seems to want to make a horror movie."

And no matter how you analyze it, it doesn't look like an illusion.

This group of people, under the banner of children's orientation, kept stuffing things that could scare children to tears, such as severed limbs, severed heads, and dismemberment. At the same time, there was a very Eastern-style horror film atmosphere, as well as classic Jump Scares—the elements that horror works should have are almost all there in this interval, it's just a matter of more or less.

And the measurement point of this "more or less" is basically aiming at the more Showa, the more, directly occupying the heavy ink and color of the memory interval of most young audiences.

In such a genuine childhood shadow, just Ace being hung into a bronze statue is still relatively light, belonging to atmospheric shadow—you first see Ace sent, then see Ace's brother come over to send together, arranged neatly, and then consider the younger age of the audience, that is still quite desperate.

However, after growing up, the mentality changed.

The first reaction to seeing this situation again is to review how these bastards fought in a group.

There is no shadow, only aggressiveness—loser! Is this group annihilation your problem!

Later...

Don't mention later, give some face to the Ultra who is already an old senior.

After ending his life on Earth, Ultraman Ace returned to the country as the branch manager of one of the seven nebula branches. He is not only an old senior but also an old cadre, and can even pick up another lucky child to inherit his will, just like he was picked up by Zoffy back then.

By this step, he is already a highly respected old senior.

And an old senior of the Ultra clan does not mean exploding gold coins. Whether it is the combat experience brought by the high participation rate in group battles, or the intimidation-style high-attack-speed fighting method of shouting "Choju has no pain!", he is ranked at the forefront of the list of Ultra clan members that aliens are most unwilling to face.

Holding a thin knife and spinning around on you, and holding a pile of light skills as if there is no CD, brushing on you—very scary, brother. jpg

Ace may not be the strongest, but if you have confronted Ace, you will likely be missing arms and legs, and it will be difficult to have a good piece of skin all over your body.

This is deterrence.

With such a terrifying butcher-like deterrence, even if his battle record, especially the group battle record, is not very good-looking due to the high intensity of the battlefield in his early years... Aomo would still ignore his existence in the guess of "who was captured."

It doesn't make sense!

How could it be Ace who was caught!

Not to mention how this person could be caught, just the fact that Ace has been missing for these days, Zero should have received the news... right?

Wait, which ACE is this?

Looking at the bronze-statue-ized outline, and then looking at the black-haired blue-eyed Horse Girl below, who is glaring at the combination of himself and the Hipporito Alien, and even though she is saying a string of bubbles, she still wants to say something.

Looking at lip-reading, she is cursing, but the language is Far East language.

That is to say, the cursing method is mainly based on stripping social status, in other words, it is not very aggressive to existences other than Far East people.

You are not doing very well like this, Brother Ace, still looking like a runaway tribe as before, actually a hot-blooded big sister in the countryside, even cursing is not energetic.

But that is to say...

It really is her.

Katsuragi Ace, a Horse Girl who once defeated Rudolf Symbol, but actually ran with Qianming Representative as her goal. After retiring, she traveled everywhere, a Horse Girl big sister who often disappeared... or should I call her big brother?

Aomo was a little silent, silent that the words he typed on the forum in the past turned into reality.

【I can't even figure out Brother Ace's recent situation, how can I create non-OOC documents?! Who knows how she is now? Recent news sounds like she learned the guillotine from someone, what if she becomes a Choju killer, how should I write it】—Star Alliance Calendar 609/8/21, Umastar language.

What's wrong... prophecy is fine, even typing is not working, right?

Aomo's thoughts were racing, even multi-threaded complaining, sighing, and thinking coexisted.

While thinking about how to get Qianming's good brother (no mistake) out, he was already thinking about how to pass the news to Zero.

Both Katsuragi ACE and Ultraman ACE are too heavy-duty. The Land of Light office and the URA Association, which already attach great importance to this case, should be even crazier if they receive this news.

"How is it? Mefilas."

The Hipporito Alien, who had examined Aomo for a long time and was obviously very satisfied with his reaction, even raised his arms in a display and said happily: "Is it a very miracle? Can you tell me, what are your thoughts now?"

"... I seem to understand why you want to place that so-called trading location at Nakayama Racecourse."

"... Although this prediction that surpasses ordinary people by several steps also has the shadow of my colleague, I still want to hear your evaluation of our capturing this person," the Hipporito Alien said subtly, speechless. "Or do you actually have no understanding of him?"

Aomo shook his head: "The Ace among Ultramen is still quite famous. I naturally have intelligence collection on them."

"The problem is just that I don't seem to have heard of his disappearance record."

"Of course, you should have heard of the multiverse, and the ability to interfere with the timeline, right?"

"Just like Reibatos's situation?"

"... Um, I'll sell a mystery about Reibatos's situation, but this ACE is just like you thought, not the one known to my hometown."

"This is the so-called miraculous situation?"

"Isn't it miraculous enough?"

"No, I'm just sighing. Now even if you say you have a Reibronde Alien from another world in your hand, I won't be surprised."

"Since that's the case, before creating a miracle next, do you want to try the power of Reionics while the legion is being prepared?"

"Of course, knowing yourself and the enemy is one of the proverbs I like. It's not a good thing to go to the battlefield with unfamiliar power."

"Then let's go," Shatar greeted. "Now that we have better material that is easy to catch, this kind of useless thing can be dealt with later."

Although he was holding a clear show-off heart, he was also more clearly dissatisfied with Mefilas's reaction, which was not exaggerated enough.

This Hipporito Alien, although he had become much more stable than in his impression, still couldn't sit still. Seeing that his reaction was not enough to please him better, he rushed to another display area.

This guy... doesn't seem very confident... Mefilas's expressionless face could easily hide the speculation about the Alliance Leader, and could also sweep across the corners of this closed and narrow secret prison cell without leaving a trace.

"Okay, but Alliance Leader, don't forget to restore the room to its original state."

"Oh, indeed, look at me, I'm a bit too anxious."

"No, I only think that with the Alliance Leader's foresight, this is just a test for me."

"... Ah, right, at this step, I also feel that these tests are almost unnecessary," pulling down the lever in front of him, watching the Hipporito Alien, who was watching the black fog re-occupy the space, then raised his hand and patted Mefilas on the shoulder. "Let's go, there are many flies today, we must solve them as soon as possible."

This hesitation... a beat slow, so the mastermind is still hiding...

Is it the entity of that discomfort...

"Is there news that another agent has been caught?" Mefilas asked calmly, as if not surprised at all.

"Yes, the Pitt Alien who was chatting with you quite enthusiastically before, she is also an agent. It's really annoying, isn't it."

"It's not unexpected."

"You should look more surprised, Mefilas."

"Indeed, perhaps I should also look more terrified, because I didn't expose her information to you."

"It wouldn't be so difficult for you, after all, there are quite a few guys who have been investing on both sides like you these days."

"Now I am more optimistic about your side."

"Haha, right, that's why I pushed the new direction so aggressively. I saw the future a long time ago!"

That is to say, the mastermind has the authority to draw big pies and convince this guy... Aomo, who selectively believed, thought, and stepped out of the room with him, gradually walking away without looking back.

It was just that the hands behind his back like an old man split, twenty fingers collided with each other, showing different knocking rhythms to the gap of the mechanical door that had already begun to close.

"Ya, Bu, Ya, Bu, Clan, Foam..."

Behind the closed mechanical gate, Sunday Silence, who had re-condensed into the figure of a Horse Girl from the black fog, watched the darkness in front of her with dark golden eyes that shone even in the darkness.

The eyes tilted little by little until they fell on the ground, as if in unbearable pain.

But her mouth was chanting word by word, mentally calculating and converting the finger knocking frequency she had just witnessed, and then chanting with the kana syllables that could be produced by the old EUC-JP in the Far East District.

This is not any established code, it is just that she switched the codes she learned from hacking one by one, filtering out the pronunciation that seemed most regular.

And then she curled her lips, mocking Aomo for being like an old-fashioned Far East person, using such a primitive and inconvenient encoding format.

Having been dragged by the quagmire of mediocrity for a long time, she almost forgot that her mediocrity was only relative.

With her reaction, her mental calculation ability, and the basic codes of various city districts she mastered when learning data application, if she really stood with the mediocre in the universal sense, she would also be a crane among chickens.

She often forgot her past self, as if the wish made with all her wealth also included herself.

And then questioning others like that, questioning whether others know fatigue, don't know how to give up, don't understand human speech...

Does she also want to become that kind of person?

Become that kind of person who leaves a distinct self on the whole world.

Not always mediocre, and not always dealing with trivial treaties and agreements in the Association, but like the pitch-black Sunday of the past, walking in an environment as dark as fog.

In such black fog, there will always be sharp dark golden vision first.

"Is this... some kind of substance?" Pulling down the lever where the previously heard voice was located, Sunday Silence walked toward the operating instrument connected under the culture tank in the surprised eyes of the black-haired Horse Girl she also disliked in the past.

With some questions, she still has to continue to fight against the unfamiliar characters and operating methods above.

The alien hometown base of the alien world, with different environments evolving into completely different civilization standards, is very difficult to deal with when the network is severely restricted. It is so difficult that if it were her on the office desk seeing this kind of thing, she would definitely just rot.

Tai Chi-ing it to other committee colleagues, or even throwing it directly to the Transmigrator Reception Department—now large associations and large organizations basically have a department with a similar name dedicated to docking with transmigrator customers.

It is also the department she is most unwilling to go to. Except for weirdos like Aomo, who would want to contact those guys whose culture is completely different from their own! —She has never been stingy about pointing fingers at the trainer of her sister.

She has always been so disgusted with trouble, avoiding it, even if she can't hide, she has to find a way to muddle through.

But how to muddle through in this situation...

Looking up at the guy above who is both the junior of Qianming Representative and the guy who once defeated Rudolf Symbol, the so-called... Ace.

If the higher-ups found out she was here and he hadn't done anything, this report would be hard to write.

But if she can save this guy, is she considered to have won one move over those two annoying guys, and can she be righteous in front of Chazuo to poke Aomo's "indifference"?

At this time, she will undoubtedly become that kind of person who does not know fatigue, does not know how to give up, and does not understand human speech. ===== CHAPTER 857 =====