Ultraman Time Repairman

"Since it's a computer, it should have a navigation system, right?"

Qian Shu coughed twice. The fog here made him very uncomfortable, not only harming his body but also greatly reducing his visibility.

Moreover, his Mac helmet and communicator were damaged and no longer functional, leaving him temporarily unable to determine his direction.

"Start navigation."

As the synthesized voice ended, Chishu's consciousness immersed itself in the space of the time-space crystal. Her eyes quickly scanned the information on the screen, and after getting a general understanding, she looked up at her surroundings, determined a direction, and walked towards it.

Let's not consider contacting headquarters for now. The MAC team's operation was carried out without orders. Under the premise of the commander's orders, this would be considered an act of disobedience. We don't know what kind of trouble that fake Commander Takakura will cause. He might be arrested as soon as he gets back. Let's hide and see how things go for now.

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Asia Headquarters

Media Department.

"Due to the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, coupled with the heavy losses suffered by the Defense Force and the Mike Team, Earth is finding it increasingly difficult to organize an effective force for resistance... Regarding the reports of an alien invasion planet near Earth in outer space, we hereby publicly declare its existence..."

On the podium facing numerous cameras, Takakura answered reporters' questions amidst a variety of gazes.

He secretly wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He declined to answer questions he couldn't answer, citing inconvenience as the reason. Although his acting was somewhat clumsy, fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the major problems facing the Earth, and few people noticed his lapse in composure.

"Do you think it's advisable to directly explain the situation to the public in the current context? Or have the defense forces and Mike's team completely given up?"

Commander Takakura held the questions on the selected slips of paper between his fingers; there was still a thick stack of questions behind them. He frowned, pulled the microphone over, and continued answering.

"The crisis facing the Earth is a matter of life and death for everyone. I believe the public has the right to know. That's all for today."

After speaking, he finally relaxed, waved to his secretary beside him, and then hurriedly walked down the platform, ignoring the whispers of the reporters below.

"I'm sorry, the commander is currently under tremendous pressure. I hope you can understand. The ministers will now continue to respond to questions from all sectors..."

The secretary looked troubled, gave a speech to calm the situation, and then passed the problem on to others.

She didn't know what was wrong with her superior lately. Not only did he dislike handling official business, but after the defense forces suffered a crushing defeat, he insisted on holding a press conference despite the objections of his superiors.

Behind the scenes, in the quiet lounge, the Bunyu alien leaned back in his leather chair, enjoying a rare moment of undisturbed peace.

I guess I've now completed my task.

He would think about what his master had told him.

Collecting despair cannot be done overnight; it must be allowed to ferment slowly amidst continuous panic in order to achieve maximum effectiveness.

So the master chose to retreat after causing enormous destruction, and used his pawn among humans to spread despair to expand the gains of the war.

"Dong dong dong."

The sudden knocking on the door annoyed him, so he had to compose himself and sit up straight again.

"Please come in."

"Sir, you see, the other headquarters are pressing us again. Shouldn't we deal with the backlog of documents?"

The secretary, who rushed in from outside, looked flustered and handed him a thick stack of documents.

"Furthermore, you have been invited to a conference by various countries regarding that hostile planet outside Earth..."

"We'll talk about these things after the press conference."

The Bunyu alien reluctantly pushed aside the pile of things covered in dense writing; just looking at them annoyed him.

If he hadn't been waiting for his master's next orders, he would have already revealed his true colors and run away.

"We really can't postpone this any longer. Team Leader Moroboshi has requested to see you."

"See me? I'll go right now."

Seeing that he had a reason to get away, Takakura stood up abruptly, ran and opened the door to the lounge, leaving behind his secretary who was trying to catch up and say something.

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night.

Tokyo.

Chengnan Sports Club

The television was broadcasting footage of the disaster in the 102nd district, as well as an interview with Commander Takakura where he gave a speech to the media department summarizing the defeat in this battle.

"What the hell did that bastard say?!"

Chairman Omura, seeing the face of Commander Takakura on the screen, angrily threw the remote control onto the sofa.

"At this point, they're actually considering negotiating with aliens? What a bunch of bastards! If that's the case, what's the point of having Captain Mike?!"

"But weren't Team Mike and the Defense Forces all defeated by the monster?"

Umeda Kaori's face fell as she looked at Momoko-neechan, who hadn't spoken all day since reading the newspaper.

"I wonder how Brother Fengyuan and Brother Qianshu are doing."

"They'll be alright."

Masashi Ōmura glanced out the window with some concern.

He was also worried about the safety of the two. As far as he knew, many of Mike's teammates had sacrificed themselves while fighting the five monsters.

Furthermore, Bai Zi tried calling Feng Yuan all day but couldn't get through, I'm afraid...

"I want to go out and have a look."

Xiao Tong, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa fiddling with a Leo doll, suddenly spoke up, but was stopped and scolded by Meng.

"You're not allowed to go! It's chaotic outside right now. Because of the apocalypse, everyone's emotions are very unstable! You just stay here and wait for Mrs. Suzuki to come and get you. You're not allowed to go anywhere!"

"I can't get through to Uncle Suzuki either..."

After Xiao Xiang finished speaking, she silently lowered her head. Because of the loss of their parents, they matured early and understood what had happened. It was not something that the student council president and the others could just brush off with a few words.

"Xiao Xiang, don't give up! You have to believe in Team Mike! They're the strongest people on Earth!"

"Dong dong dong."

"anyone there?"

A knock came from outside the club door. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, drawing everyone's attention.

Who could it be at this late hour?

"I'll go take a look."

Bai Zi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and stood up to open the door.

Outside the glass door, a cool night breeze blew across the club's iconic building. After knocking, Chishu stood quietly with her arms hanging down, waiting for the person who came in.

There weren't many people in this area at night, but he did see quite a few drunkards passed out on the curb and some noisy shouts when he passed by the bank.

This is not a good sign.

His expression was not good, and there was some worry in his eyes after seeing these scenes.

"Click."

The glass door was suddenly opened with the sound of a lock being opened, and under the light that came on at the door, Chishu saw Momoko's pale face.

"It's Qian Shu, it's so late..."

When Bai Zi saw the person coming, she peeked behind Qian Shu and a hint of loneliness flashed across her face, which Qian Shu noticed. She quickly composed herself and stepped aside to make way for Qian Shu to enter.

"and many more."

Just as Chiki was about to enter, she was suddenly pulled back. Momoko's expression changed completely after seeing his tattered Mike team uniform; a woman's intuition told her that something bad was going to happen.

"Is Fengyuan...?"