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Chapter 747 NO.118: To save the world, you also need to pay attention to a person’s worldliness.

"I heard that the guy from Barossa Star leaked the news?"

"Probably, many people saw the merchant leader getting angry at noon. It was really surprising. I thought it would be those people from Earth who did the bad thing first."

"We have cast a wide net. It doesn't matter who spreads the news. The focus should be on what happens after the news is spread."

"Ultraman Zero and Ultraman Geed, there is news in Tianmen City that they came from Tianmen."

"Should I say it's true? Those guys are really haunting."

"But this is in line with the expected direction. By the way, did that mosquito-repellent face say who got the news in the first place?"

"Based on the verbal characteristics and the results of the network observation, it should be the natural monster messenger."

"What's the direction of branch No. 13? I really don't want to face this choice with the most variables."

"But the error tolerance is very high, isn't it? The upper limit is also very high."

"That's true, but there are still hidden dangers."

"After all, those guys from the Kingdom of Light are the type that after killing one, a few will come, and after a few are beaten, a group will come... Anyway, I sent people to check first."

"Are you so motivated? Babar."

"It's a rare opportunity. The more seniors fail, the higher the honor will be when the juniors succeed."

"You are optimistic."

"In this world, if you are not optimistic, you will not do this kind of business. In short...whether it is Ultraman Zero or Ultraman Geed, they should be the type who can't take time off, and the results will come soon."

"I hope so."

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"That... Linton-san."

"Please speak, Mr. Asakura."

"Why are we here...watching the game?"

Jiemen West District, in the living room of Linton Office.

A black-haired young man wearing a denim jacket and jeans of the same color was sitting on the corner of the sofa. His legs were tightly together and his hands had no place to rest, and he could only hold a black tea cup for support.

His eyes were also wandering around, subconsciously looking at the glass display cabinet in the direction of the counter.

He is Ultraman Geed. With the efficient work of the Kingdom of Light office, he has obtained the Far Eastern identity + traveler certificate named Asakura Riku.

But even so, he obviously didn't adapt to the atmosphere of this firm.

Even those pretty and lovely girls had wisely gone to the second floor.

There were pages and pages of monster cards displayed majestically in transparent cabinets. On the cabinets were Godzilla models, Gunpla models, and others he didn't recognize. The styles were very weird, and the proportions were unexpectedly large. They were placed directly beside the counter as sculptures. monster model.

The model clearly had the texture of clay, but it always gave him a slight pressure, like a living creature, forcing him to pay attention.

On the other wall, there is a competition poster with a girl with horse ears. The cartoon style is completely incompatible with the bunch of monsters over there. It looks like an otaku display - in other words, He would think so before the Tianmen City.

But after arriving in this world.

From Tianmen City to the Earth Gate Area, he had seen several 1:1 scale Gundam aircraft that seemed to be genuine on the road, and he had also seen countless videos and interviews about those horse-eared girls.

If everything truly exists, then it cannot be defined by the term otaku, it should be said to be a hobby——

——As a practitioner, it's not worth paying too much attention to... Looking at the several pages of photos and even group photos fixed with magnets on the wall on the side of the counter, he couldn't help but think so.

In those photos, there are girls with horse ears and exquisite looks like high-profile girls. Some of them look like they are standing on the stage, some of them look like they are standing on the field, and some of them look like they are surrounded by reporters. of.

These are probably the 'racing girls' that Mr. Kay mentioned in the communication... And Mr. Linton... looking at the young man in the black suit in the last photo, he stopped in front of the reporters like an idol's manager. Freeze photo.

Horse racing girl trainer... It's hard to imagine that Jakura-san in another world would have this kind of profession.

No, it doesn't seem impossible... Thinking about how the group of people in the armory got along with Jiagulasan, the young man was a little unsure.

Just when he was still thinking wildly, the person he had just asked spoke up: "Huh? Don't you like watching the Rose Trophy? What about the Aster Bidding? Although it is a GIII event, the level of the event does not prevent it from being exciting."

This made him quickly retract his irrelevant vision and thoughts, and look again at the huge screen directly opposite, which was spread out by a small projection device.

There, there were several girls, or horse girls, whose horses' ears were lowered by the wind, galloping wantonly, and the speed made him feel ashamed.As an artificial life form created with Ultraman Beria's genes, his physique also has something beyond ordinary people, such as his excellent explosive power in jumping.

But his practical application in this area is disappointing. For details, please refer to the 'Gedd Ultimate Half-Moon Slash' in a certain battle against Gilbalis.

Riku Asakura obviously didn't want to talk about this. Although he felt embarrassed about being compared with a girl, he still expressed his somewhat embarrassed doubts: "No, uh, I just want to ask...why are we watching the horse racing?" mother?"

"What's the problem, Geed?" Sero waved his hand, but he kept looking at it very seriously, "Aren't these little girls running very hard? They remind me of that guy, ah, that guy named The kid from Narita Road won the championship.”

"...It's really hard for you to say this with such a look..." Facing the senior's nostalgic words, Asakura Riku only felt very awkward.

Because the other party was sitting on the edge like a social beast in a gray formal suit. It was a sad look that he was familiar with and had once been one of the other party's human bodies.

Iga Rijin is the name on Sero's Far Eastern District ID card.

Different from the honest, middle-parted bangs with slanted bangs in the ID photo when he first transformed, the other person's now messy and free bangs and the casual and scornful expression make him look even more attractive than the social beast that this name originally represented. Like a thug in a suit.

However, Asakura Riku had never seen that face before. The main thing he didn't like was that the other party missed him with such a sad face.

It's obvious that others haven't gone far yet.

"What's wrong with this look? You have to get used to it," Sero shrugged, "And didn't you also say that you were looking forward to these racing girls when you were there?"

"Hey! Sairo-san!" Riku Asakura was a little panicked as if he was feeling a little embarrassed, but the tea cup in his hand made him restrained enough.

Jean Omo looked at it and smiled helplessly: "There is no need to be ashamed, Mr. Asakura, I thought I wanted to watch The Flash here. Such resources are difficult to find even here."

"Eh?! Mr. Linton also knows about Flash?"

"There is always some basic understanding of the targets that we may cooperate with," Omer smiled subtly, "By the way, you should have been informed of some special knowledge in advance, right? For example, reflecting on your respective lives The so-called 'work'."

"Ah, I know," Zero raised his hand to wipe his nose and tilted his head, "It's really quite unpleasant."

"I understand that it is indeed quite bad for life to be photographed into works for people to read."

"Uh, no, I think that's not what Sairosan is dissatisfied with." Asakura's expression became subtle, and his eyes drifted to the side.

"Oh?"

"Even that kid Zeta has his own TV, why am I the only one who doesn't have a TV!"

"...If I think about it, you have already appeared on many people's TV shows, including various spin-offs, biographies, and theatrical versions."

"But don't they want to make a TV show?"

"Mr. Zeta doesn't even have the theatrical version. Mr. Cerro, you have two copies."

"Ah, I know!" There was still obvious displeasure on Igari's impressive face.

Omo looked a little helpless.

Although taking the form of a human allows the ability to observe to be used again, this person's mood can be clearly understood without much observation.

"Rather than the content of the work, I would like to remind you that you should understand how famous you are."

"You want to say that's why you want us to stand still?"

"More than that, I also hope that you two understand that the important reason why Mr. Felice entrusted me to lead the investigation is that I am a local."

"Ged and I both know this, and there is no need to emphasize it."

"No, what I want to say is not that I am familiar with the local area." Omo shook his head, and then looked out the window, which was shaken by the wind and rain, but no sound came from it.

"Jiemen District is a large complex city. In your world, it is equal to the collection of several countries on the earth and occupies one-third of Asia. A simple manual search would be extremely inefficient."

Compared to Asakura who nodded in understanding, it was Sero who reacted first: "You want to say that you have other investigation methods?"

"Yes," Omer said, "As a local, I have actually developed some connections. If I use these connections, it will be much more efficient than if we all act individually and follow the clues to trace the case."

"But you have to be aware that the other party may be dangerous enough, and your connections may be trapped in it." Zero warned. As the captain of the Ultimate Zero Guard, he is no stranger to extremely vicious criminal organizations.

"Indeed."

Omer glanced at the communication lighted up on the light screen beside him.

"So I'm selecting facilitators who are capable enough."

(End of this chapter)