DC Tyrant

Nevada, small town of Ston.

The town here is ordinary and ordinary, just like many other small towns, there are no outstanding buildings, scenery, or places of interest.

The giant cedar forest in the distance of the town can be regarded as a unique scenery.

Giant sequoia is the thickest of all trees, and even the highest record is as high as 110 meters.

In the giant cedar forest not far from the town here, there are no giant cedars with a height of 100 meters, but there are many tall cedars with a height of 60 to 70 meters, standing in the forest continuously.

Most of the houses in the town are also made of giant fir trees and reinforced.

The ever-growing tide of logging in the town never subsides. Whoever needs to strengthen their houses, make fences, and need firewood to burn for heating, a group of energetic middle-aged people will make an appointment to cut wood.

The huge giant cedar trees that are 60 meters high and can be surrounded by four or five people are cut down on the ground. The giant trees that are dumped from the sky, the splashed soil, and the magnitude of the vibration caused by the ground will make them have a feeling of tripping giants. great sense of success.

The wood of Giant Sequoia is resistant to decay, but it is easy to crack and brittle, so it is actually not suitable as a building material!

Through the window, watching the sawn wooden slats being pulled past his door, Mike silently despised these little country bumpkins. Although they helped build his house, this did not prevent He thought in his heart to look down on these people.

But he didn't know that the wood of the giant cedar was crushed into pulp, and then synthesized to make wood, which was not easy to decay, and had a strong ability to resist pressure.

He opened the door and came out with a sigh of relief after all the wooden strips sawn into large pieces passed by his door.

These lumberjacks have no news value at all, and every time they see them, they will say "Mike has grown up." ’ ‘Mike is promising. ’ ‘Mike is a journalist. ’ ‘Mike, you should interview the small town, where there is warmth in the plain. '

So Mike didn't want to greet them, and Mike didn't want to understand their enthusiasm.

The ghost knows that in their minds, there is nothing good to report on the mediocrity of this small town of Ston.

If he hadn't come back from vacation to visit relatives, he wouldn't have set foot in this small town with no news value.

I should be in National City to interview business tycoons, celebrity singers, and people who wrote the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism; after all, I graduated from National City University and entered the National Daily as an official reporter. A shining star of tomorrow.

He hoped that this moment would not be too far away, and the fiery fantasy in his heart looked forward to it.

It was as if God was perfecting him.

When the sun sets, the sunset gradually turns into night, and the stars begin to shine brightly.

A streamer of light arced across the night sky.

"meteor?"

Mike put his hands in the pockets of the black sweater, and looked up at the streamer. The meteor seemed to be very close, and he seemed to see the blurred outline, the blazing heat rushing down with the red airflow at the front end.

Suddenly, the meteorite, which he thought was a meteor, exploded in the next blink of an eye, and the sound shook Mike's body, making him startled.

Immediately, thick black smoke rose from the tail of the 'Meteor', and in front of Mike's eyes, it plunged into the Giant Sequoia forest obliquely and with black smoke.

Mike's staring eyes followed the direction of the meteor, and the giant cedar forest emitted violent black smoke. The 'shooting star' apparently fell into the giant cedar forest, rubbed against the giant cedar tree and hit it. He could even imagine how intense the sound was.

The rumbling explosion woke up the small town at night.

"That's a shooting star!"

"A meteor smashed into the giant sequoia forest with flames."

"Call the fire brigade, notify the police."

"Notify everyone in all towns that there is a possibility of a wildfire."

"The giant sequoia forest is not far from the town, and there is a possibility of wildfires spreading over. All the people in the town are ready to stay away at any time."

The experienced middle-aged man shouted loudly, directing the people who came out of the house to avoid possible wildfire outbreaks.

The giant cedar itself is flame-resistant and not easy to burn, but this kind of wildfire often starts from the plants next to the giant cedar and spreads to the town where most of the houses are made of wood, which is a disaster.

The black smoke rising from the giant sequoia forest panicked the town.

Mike's body trembled. It was definitely not a meteorite. As for what it was, it was unknown.

This is most likely a new thing, he has a feeling, it comes from the tentacles of the new reporter of the National Daily News!

The Pulitzer Prize was calling to him, and his heart became hot.

Pimples formed on his skin, trembling with excitement, the fiery excitement in his heart steamed his body,

He took his hands out of the pockets of the sweater and ran back towards his home, ignoring the crowd who were preparing to start evacuation and the middle-aged man who was yelling loudly at him to inform others.

The smoky giant cedar grove most likely did not burn. The black smoke is the thick smoke gas caused by the mechanical explosion, not the smoke of burning plants.

Panting, he opened the door, ran to his room, took out his precious Pentax K1000 camera from the closet, quickly put it into the film, and hung it around his neck. Before saying goodbye to his parents, he jumped in three or two steps in a hurry Go down the stairs and pull the mountain bike out of the garage.

His sour footsteps couldn't stop his excitement. He pedaled desperately on this new mountain bike, exhaled heavily, and watched the smoky giant cedar forest rushing past excitedly. The town was thrown away by his flushed face.

The closer he got to the giant sequoia forest, the more certain he was that the fire hadn't spread; the thick black smoke was just smoke from the mechanical explosion.

As he approached his destination, on a hillside that was difficult for mountain bikes to climb, he directly abandoned the mountain bike. The soreness of his hands and feet was already supported by the adrenaline generated by his excitement.

His palms and knees were worn and bleeding, he climbed up the hillside, and almost slipped down with a shovel, but he climbed up abruptly due to his excitement.

I ran deep on a soft muddy road until I felt numb in my hands and feet, which was the result of over-exertion beyond the upper limit of fatigue. Tomorrow, I will definitely have a sore back and backache, making me wish I could just lie on the bed.

The last time this happened was when he participated in a rugby competition at National City University, where he was beaten in a mess.

But this time, he was not disappointed.

As he expected, the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism was already beckoning to him, and it was a discovery that was a great achievement enough to win the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism.

The bark of the huge giant sequoia tree was scraped off, exposing the deep flesh inside.

He held his breath and stared at the white spaceship, which was emitting black smoke violently. It had an unusual futuristic sci-fi aesthetic. Half of it was scorched black, exuding billowing black smoke, and there were scattered sparks scattered around it, which did not form a wildfire.

A man was half-hanging on the sci-fi spaceship, and the rough landing of the spaceship made him fall into a coma. The appearance of Chinese and Western mixed blood brought him a different kind of beauty, and the deep knife mark on the left cheek showed a cold temperament.

This is a tough man with a different kind of charm, I am afraid that he will be fascinated by the group of goblins in National City University.

Mike stepped forward, wanting to save someone, but was coughed continuously by the thick smoke and backed away, covered his mouth with tears from the corners of his eyes, and only woke up when he touched the camera hanging on his chest.

"Save someone! Let's take a picture first and talk about it."

He quickly raised the camera close to his eyes, and began to take pictures with a 'click'. Every sound of the film rolling made him intoxicated in Pulitzer's fantasy.

The sound of the camera taking pictures made him complain in his heart. If he had known that he would not go on a date, he should have bought a newest Canon A-1 camera; now the newcomer to photography, the Pentax K1000 camera, does not have automatic light metering and automatic focus. Is Sorry Myself Pulitzer Prize Winner for Journalism.

Until the final film was finished, he still licked his chapped lips with unsatisfied desire.

At this time, he thought of saving people.

The thick smoke had dissipated a lot, he walked to a corner, fanned the incoming black smoke, trying to pull the man hanging from the spaceship out.

"Good weight!"

Mike took his hand, and when he pulled hard, he realized that he couldn't pull him. He was as heavy as a piece of iron.

It wasn't something stuck in the body, but the man's body was as heavy as iron. Mike was surprised to find that he had the strength to hold him still.

"This is definitely not the weight of an earthling, he is not an earthling!"

Mike looked at the man hanging on the spaceship in shock.

Suddenly, silently.

Dark figures emerged from the woods, surrounding the area.

Mike was taken aback, only to see a tall and strong man in the uniform of an army colonel appearing.

Seeing that it was a soldier guarding the country, Maxon breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes lit up, and he quickly called out: "Come and help, he is so heavy, he doesn't look like a human from Earth."

Colonel Slade stared at the man hanging on the alien spacecraft. Is this an alien? Exactly the same as human appearance!

He stepped forward, but in the blink of an eye, he stepped in front of Mike. In Mike's unbelievable and shocked pupils, the knife in his right hand was extremely fast, and a blurred phantom flashed in the dark night, hitting his main artery, forcefully Knocked him out just right.