The legend of Tiga

Chapter 2003 Stereotype

Unreasonable, ferocious, with a fat face and foul language!

This fits the stereotype of people who are uneducated, ignorant and unreasonable.

But what about this person?

Not only did he have a very good attitude, but he also had a big smile on his face. After Chiba Cheng had just said a few words, he immediately patted his chest and promised that he would pay the full amount.

This is so inhuman.

For any individual, unless you are taking care of a self-reliant young lady on the street at night, spending money on her would be like cutting your flesh, and it would be so painful that you can't breathe.

This person wants to 'pay for nothing', but he is so proactive, his awareness is really high.

If Chiba Makoto is really a tax officer, he would definitely be very happy, because he has chewed off a hard bone so easily. Not only will his performance increase by +1, but it also means that he can freely use the rest of the day to chew on the hard bone.

But the purpose of Chiba Makoto's coming here was to stay longer and see more, not to be sent away after just a few words.

Yes, this blue-haired man gave Chiba Makoto the feeling that he was afraid that Chiba Makoto would stay any longer, and with such a nice attitude, he just wanted Chiba Makoto to leave quickly.

Qianye Cheng's eyes rolled, and he immediately continued to maintain a serious and solemn expression, saying: "This is not just a matter of back payment, but also your factory is unlicensed and must be closed immediately."

"Ah, shut down?"

The bald man screamed and said immediately: "This is not..."

The blue-haired man covered the man's mouth and continued with a smile on his face, "We won't stop you. We will complete the formalities as soon as possible and pay the missing money. Is that okay with you?"

"Well, that's a good attitude," Qianye Cheng nodded seriously and said, "Open the door. I want to go in and take a look?"

"Uh, this." The blue-haired man could hardly maintain the smile on his face, and it looked very forced.

The sudden man next to him had a gloomy expression, and looked at Chiba Makoto with something strange in his eyes, and then the two of them had an intense eye exchange.

Before they could finish their conversation, the tightly closed iron door opened with a rustling sound, and a man with yellow hair came out yawning and said weakly, "Why is it so noisy? Don't you know I'm sleeping?"

The blue-haired man and the bald man's faces changed drastically. One of them immediately jumped forward and tried to block Qianye Cheng's sight, while the other hurriedly said, "Please tell me what's missing. We don't understand this. If there is still something missing, wouldn't it be troublesome for you to make another trip?"

As the blue-haired man spoke, he walked quickly towards Qianye Cheng, quietly put his right hand behind his back, and a light flashed in his palm, and a fist-sized glass ball appeared, flashing blue light inside.

Qianye Cheng seemed not to notice his action. Through the gap in the rusty iron door, he saw a large steel "skeleton" that reached the roof.

“Is this a toy?”

Qianye Cheng's words made the blue-haired man retract his right hand, which was about to be taken out, and the fierceness on his face instantly turned into a smile. He responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, this is a toy, or to be more precise, a model."

"Oh," Chiba Makoto nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "It's really big."

"Yes, yes!" The blue-haired man nodded rapidly, then used his eyes to frantically signal the other two people, especially the yellow-haired man who had just woken up, to wake up and not talk nonsense.

"So after you build it, how do you get it out?"

"Ah, this...this..." The blue-haired man was stunned. The metal head lying horizontally was forty meters long and more than ten meters high, while the gate of the factory was only six meters high and four meters wide. Unless the wall was demolished, it would be impossible to take the metal head out.

Therefore, when the blue-haired man racked his brains and couldn't come up with a reason, his right hand moved again, and the light flashing in the blue glass ball in his hand became brighter and brighter, obviously being activated.

But just when he was about to use it, Qianye Cheng said again: "Through the back door, right?"

"Uh, yes, yes, yes, this is the small door for people to come in and out, and behind it is the big door for goods to come in and out."

The ups and downs made the blue-haired man unable to hold back the smile on his face. It looked very forced, and he didn't know whether to continue moving his right hand or retract it.

"That..." Qianye Cheng dragged out the sound, attracting the blue-haired man's attention, and then suddenly slid back, stretched out his left hand like lightning, snatched the glass ball from the blue-sailed man, and then immediately stepped back two steps, distanced himself from the blue-haired man, shook the still glowing glass ball, and said: "What is that? A toy or a decoration?"

The blue-haired man's hands were empty and his face suddenly changed drastically. After hesitating for a long time, he stretched out his right hand very quickly, trying to grab his glass ball back.

But his hands were fast, and Chiba Makoto's hands were even faster. The speed difference between the two was comparable to that between Wuling and Bugatti.

He saw it and moved his hands, but he just couldn't catch up. He watched Chiba Makoto, who had snatched the glass ball, retreat to a place where he couldn't catch him. His face suddenly darkened, because Chiba Makoto's words seemed doubtful but were actually teasing, no, it should be a provocation.

"who are you?"

The bald man and the yellow-haired man also came up and stood behind the blue-haired man, one on the left and one on the right. Their faces became ferocious, and they were almost grinning.

"I'm just an Ultraman who came here to take a look."

Chiba Makoto took off his decorative zero-degree glasses, revealing a face that made the three burly men opposite him change their expressions suddenly, from fierce to shocked. They stepped back several steps and almost hit the wall behind them. They were trembling with fear and their legs were shaking.

"Ultraman???"

"Didega!!!"

“OMG!!!”

The three grown men's voices were trembling, and their legs were shaking so much that they looked like they were about to kneel down at any moment.

"Uh, can you really not tell it by wearing glasses?" Chiba Makoto looked at the reactions of the three people, then looked at the nondescript glasses in his hand, and felt very confused.

Is it that these three people have poor eyesight, or is it that the glasses are too effective in concealing their faces?

Otherwise, why can people not recognize you when you take off and put on your glasses?

But then again, looking at the reactions of these three people, we can almost be sure of the judgment.

You are not an alien, so why should you be afraid of Ultraman?

On the other hand, anyone who is so afraid of Ultraman must be an alien, and an alien who has ideas about the earth and humans.

"So, can you tell me what this thing is used for, and the model in the room."

Now that the cards have been laid bare, I'll just ask directly.

He recognized these three people just now. They were the Mickey aliens whose abilities did not match their ambitions. The huge metal head that was only a frame should be the skeleton of their ambitious creation - the head of the super giant robot Galaon, which is 400 meters tall.

Their plan is to build robots, defeat Ultraman, and occupy the solar system.

It's very simple and crude, but not feasible.

The thing that Chiba Makoto is most curious about is how the 400-meter-long robots are concealed?

  Digging the ground?

This is a huge pit that is 400 meters deep and 50 meters wide. The amount of work involved is not ordinary. And seeing that they have now thrown the head with only the keel in the factory, it is obvious that they have not started digging the hole yet. So what are they waiting for?

Faced with Chiba Makoto's question, the three panicked Mickey aliens looked at each other, and finally their eyes were focused on the blue-haired man.

"Me? Let me say?" The blue-haired man was shocked, looking at the bald man and the yellow-haired man in disbelief. Anger welled up in his eyes, which had been timid just now. He looked at his two subordinates angrily and was about to raise his hand to hit them. The bald man and the yellow-haired man retreated in horror, forcing the blue-haired man to immediately chase and beat them.

With one fighting and two hiding, Chiba Cheng slowly and methodically took out the Brest pistol, then raised his hand and shot the ground at the door.

  boom!

A basin-sized hole was blown out on the ground, and the raised dust fell on the bald man who was frozen in time as the gunshots rang out.

"You guys wanna run?"

Chiba Makoto turned his head and looked at the three aliens who were trying to escape. He shook the gun, and the three of them were so scared that they quickly raised their hands and shook their heads frantically.

"If you don't want to run, then let's talk." Chiba Makoto raised his left hand and shook the glass ball in his hand.

Facing the threat of the gun, the blue-haired man could only say with a bitter face: "This is a memory eraser."

"Oh, it erases memory."

"Ok!"

The bald man and the yellow-haired man nodded repeatedly.

"Whose memory was it erased for?"

"Ah, this." The blue-haired man hesitated again, his eyes flickering, his brain working rapidly, trying to find a suitable reason.

But before it could come up with a reason, the bald man confessed: "We are afraid that the Earthlings we hired will expose our true identity, so we want those who only work here for a few days to forget about this place."

"Why are you hiring people? To help you build that robot?" Chiba Cheng pointed to the big head with only a frame in the open iron door.

"Garawong can't be created by those humans?"

The yellow-haired guy curled his lips in disdain.

"Then what do you hire people for?"

"of course"

The yellow-haired man subconsciously wanted to answer, which made Lanfa so angry that he turned around and yelled, "You two idiots, why are you saying everything?"

"He had a gun."

"He is Tiga."

The yellow-haired man and the bald man answered one by one, but their voices became much softer under the intimidation of the blue-haired man.

"Well, if they don't tell you, you tell them!"

Qianye Cheng pointed the gun directly at Lanfa, causing Lanfa's momentum to wilt under the cold gun. But he immediately straightened up again, holding his head high, and said, "We didn't invade the earth or destroy the city. Is it wrong to stay on the earth?"

  "You've asked the right person," Qianye Cheng coughed twice and said seriously, "First, you entered the Earth without permission. Second, you have lived on Earth for many years and made so much money, but you didn't pay a penny of tax. Also, you tried to build a giant robot on Earth, threatening the safety of the Earth. And

Do you want me to continue?"

With each accusation Qianye Cheng mentioned, the blue-haired man's momentum weakened. In the end, he was almost unable to raise his head. He could only timidly say: "Did we do anything?"

"That's too late, right? No, you've already caused harm," Chiba Makoto immediately put the glass ball into his pocket, took out WIT, called up Mr. Gaoshan's photo, showed it to the three Mickeys, and said, "This is your employee, right?"

The three Mickey aliens looked at each other, and then nodded obediently under the gun of Qianye Cheng.

"He died, his brain was severely shrunken."

"Ah!" X3!

The three Mickeys exclaimed together, then looked at each other and blamed each other.

"It's all your fault. I told you long ago that you shouldn't hire someone so old."

"You think they are cheap."

"Cheap is not good quality."

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Chiba Makoto stood aside, listening to them quarreling, watching them glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes while quarreling, but every time they met Chiba Makoto's half-smile, and every time they made eye contact, the sound of the quarrel became a little weaker, and slowly there was no sound, only pushing and shoving, you push me, I push you, both wanting to push the other out, to be the first to face the aggressive Ultraman.

Finally, it was the leader, Blue Hair, who stood up and said, "Actually, this was an accident, but we can't be blamed entirely."

"Who is to blame?"

It's too human to immediately shift the blame when something goes wrong.

"It's the suppliers' fault. The chips they provide don't meet the standards at all." The bald man interjected.

Huang Mao also said: "The data was tampered with by software, and low-level chips were used to pretend to be top-level chips."

"We left some redundancy, but we didn't expect that they would falsify the information so seriously. This is why the rectifier tube melted through and caused this accident." Lanfa said helplessly, sighing.

"Uh" Chiba Makoto never expected that human responsibility was also involved here.

Fake goods really harm people, and they don’t even distinguish between Earthlings and aliens.

"Everything I said is true," Lanfa seemed to be afraid that Qianye Cheng would not believe him, so he quickly said, "The damaged equipment has not been repaired yet, and some of the fakes have not been opened yet. By the way, do you care about this? They are cheating. I paid for the top-level chips, but they sent us low-quality products."

"I will report this to the industrial and commercial department, but you can't escape responsibility either."

"We didn't mean to evade responsibility," Huang Mao said aggrievedly, "When the accident happened, they all ran away when we passed by, shouting 'Run! The aliens are going to kill people!'"

"But we just want to save people," the bald man said helplessly, "it will be a mess. We won't even know who is in trouble."

"If they hadn't run away, the scene wouldn't be so chaotic, and we would have known who was in trouble in time and could have provided immediate treatment," Lanfa said, sighing as he spoke. "We didn't intend to do anything to them, but why are we so scared?"

Hmm. Probably the stereotype of aliens.

The various bad behaviors of aliens, coupled with media propaganda, have given humans a stereotype of aliens as evil and scary.

(End of this chapter)