Ultraman: I'm Just a Scientist

Face to face with the red Ultraman.

Univos had many questions to ask, but now was not the time to say them. The colorful timer on his chest was urging the two to leave quickly.

"How are the salaries of your defense team? Do scientists get extra allowances?"

Univos condensed all the words he wanted to say into this short sentence.

Then the Ultraman on the other side was stunned.

"The salary should be pretty good? But our Victory Team has very high requirements for joining the team, and ordinary people can't get in!"

Univos laughed and leaned back strategically: "That's right, I am the extraordinary person you are looking for!"

"Wait!"

After speaking, Univos spread his hands, like a blue light going straight into the sky, and soon disappeared completely.

The red-formed giant also followed Univos and flew into the air, and soon disappeared, and then returned to Feiyan No. 1 in the state of light. After that, the human body of the red-formed giant, Da Gu, also pretended to have been watching the battle in the fighter and walked out of it.

. . .

Univos turned back into Duanmu Ci, and was arguing with the owner of a ramen shop.

"Are you kidding me? This is real money!"

"Real money? Why can't my money detector detect it?"

Duanmu Ci was incredulous: "What else can be so shiny if it's not real money?"

He flicked the paper. This ten thousand yuan bill was the hard work fee he brought from the other side of the earth!

"I didn't expect that the money of the two earths couldn't be exchanged. Isn't this too inconvenient?"

The boss would definitely not accept this money. In the end, Duanmu Ci still took something that looked more valuable as collateral, and then he successfully had a good meal of ramen here.

After eating and drinking, Duanmu Ci left the shop and couldn't help sighing.

"If this goes on, I'll starve to death on the street first!"

Although there is actually no option for Ultraman to starve to death, the feeling of hunger does exist. Let Duanmu Ci take the exam to join the Victory Team with this feeling?

Not very realistic.

And you can't get a salary just after joining the team. Sure enough, the first goal is to make some quick money.

"Going to fight in a black boxing match? No, I'm afraid my current strength is not designed for killing people."

"Make inventions to sell?"

Duanmu Ci quickly rejected this idea.

He is a scientist who is proud of himself. How can he sell his products to others casually?

Even if the price is right!

Just when he was thinking about it, Duanmu Ci's watch suddenly vibrated.

"Huh?"

Pressing the display button on the watch, the arrow on it pointed forward.

It's the reaction of the cosmic person!

But the people in front are ordinary people.

Does it mean that the cosmic person is mixed with ordinary people?

After comparing the arrow on the watch with the crowd for a long time, Duanmu Ci locked onto an adult man wearing a brown coat and a greasy head.

Is this the cosmic person?

Duanmu Ci curled his lips and followed quietly.

This cosmic person is quite interesting. If there is no detector, he looks no different from ordinary people.

Duanmu Ci followed secretly with high technology, and he didn't even need to show his face in front of him. The other party couldn't even see him, let alone discover him.

At night, this person walked into an ordinary community.

It was also a hard day for the Kirieloid prophet today. As a Kirieloid, he had to hide himself in the crowd. Not only did he have to work, but he also had to find a job that would not let him be discovered.

After all, the owner of the body he borrowed had been dead for a long time. If he showed his face casually, he would soon be found out that something was wrong.

But Kirieloid's activities cannot be separated from funds, so he secretly supported some black forces with the power of Kirieloid.

Today, he also went to inspect his "kingdom" and was quite tired.

"Hehe, humans are indeed inferior creatures that should be enslaved."

After taking a sip of sake, the prophet's words were a little erratic.

But just when he was about to go back to his room to rest, the sound of a key opening the door suddenly came from the door.

This sudden moment sobered up the prophet by seven or eight points.

Then the door was opened, and a young man pushed the door open and walked in naturally.

When the young man saw the prophet, he was full of doubts.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

The prophet was even more confused and retorted: "What do you mean your house? This is clearly my home!"

The young man was furious when he heard this.

"What do you mean your house? Then why did I spend so much money to rent a house?"

"If you do that, I will call the police!"

Hearing this, the prophet's eyes suddenly became cold. Now is not the time to expose himself.

Who is the landlord? There is no landlord in this house. The body he is using is the owner of this house.

"You must have been deceived. There is no landlord in this house. This is the house I bought at the beginning. The property certificate is still there!"

The prophet wanted to see if he could use words to stabilize this person first.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the young man did not hum to call the police.

But he said with a puzzled look: "But if this is not the landlord's house, why can the key given to me by the landlord open this door?"

The prophet was helpless: "Maybe someone picked up a key of mine or something."

"I also have my own key here. If you don't believe me, come and see."

The young man came up stupidly, and the prophet took out the key. It was really a key. . .

"See it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prophet felt something was wrong, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the whole person was knocked against the wall.

Then several chains composed of light locked him tightly to the wall, and the whole person became a "big" shape, unable to move.

At this point, the prophet still didn't know that the person in front of him was prepared.

"Who are you?"

The young man was Duanmu Ci. His face could not be seen clearly in the dark night, and he could cover it up. No matter how hard the prophet tried, he could only see a black mass, and he couldn't see what Duanmu Ci looked like at all.

"Who? A spaceman like you, you can call me Yadtra."

"Yadtra?"

Although he had never heard of this name, the prophet vaguely felt that this planet was not simple.

First of all, the light chains that trapped him now were very unusual, and he couldn't even turn into a soul and leave.

This chain even locked the soul.

Of course, in order to prevent other people's souls from escaping the Ultra Treadmill, it is reasonable that this light lock has the power to lock the soul!

"We have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the present, why do you attack me?"

Duanmu Ci said "indignantly": "If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being too rich. We are all cosmic people, why do we Yadetra people have to starve and freeze, but you can enjoy life freely?"

"So that's it, isn't it just money? Put me down, I will find money for you, the kind that you will never have to worry about spending for the rest of your life, how about it?"

In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was that once this Yadetra person put him down, he would immediately show his true self and kill this guy.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Will you give me all the money? I still believe I found it!"

As he spoke, Duanmu Ci opened his watch, took out the money from the prophet's pocket, and then the watch read the data of the money and began to search.

. . .

By the time Duanmu Ci left, he had turned from a pauper into a rich man.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these aliens are really good at making money. I didn't expect that any alien would have so much money!"

"But don't do this kind of thing in the future. Our Kingdom of Light can't afford to lose this person."

Sure enough, the economic base determines the superstructure. Once he had money, Duanmu Ci felt that he was noble.

"Fortunately, I was smart and mentioned the Yadtra star temporarily."

The Yadtra star, from "Dragon Ball Z", is the alien race that taught Kakarot to teleport.

At this time, the prophet Kirielod was pasting on the wall in grief and anger, like a three-dimensional poster.

I thought that the Yadtra star would let me go after taking all the money.

Who knew that the Yadtra star said, "Don't worry, this thing will be untied by itself in ten hours."

If it wasn't for being unable to move, the prophet would have wanted to burn this hateful alien into carbon powder with the fire of hell on the spot!