Needless to say what follows, everyone understands it. For other holidays, if you forget to give gifts or something, you can just apologize or buy a bag and it will be over. But if you dare to let others go on your birthday, it will be difficult. This is how Horii team members recovered.
He became a single aristocrat.
"...."
Chiba Makoto's original sympathy suddenly turned into "deserves it". He was busy saving the earth and had no time to celebrate other people's birthdays. It wouldn't take more than a minute to make a phone call or send a text message to wish everyone a happy birthday while eating or before going to bed.
If this is not possible, then I can only wish you 'Happy singlehood, you can find a better one'.
Wait, it seems that he has indeed found someone better, younger, more beautiful, and with a better temperament, this...
"...Whose lemon tree planted made the air sour."
When he thought about Horii becoming one of the only winners in the Victory Team, Chiba Makoto felt that he was full of lemons. He was no longer interested in discussing Horii's single issue with Shinjo. He even looked at Shinjo sympathetically and wanted to tell him: You too
You can only be happy now, because when you are still single when you have a house full of Horii children, someone will wander around in front of you with a family of four and plant a lemon orchard in your mouth.
The sky was getting dark, and the victory team was about to return to its headquarters base, which was only more than 20 kilometers away. Chiba Cheng waved his left hand to say goodbye to the victory team, and then rode his electric motorcycle towards the military airport of the old defense force.
Driving towards the temporary residential area built on the road.
There is no way, most of Kisarazu has been classified as a dangerous blockade area, and Chiba Makoto's home is naturally included. He needs to live in a temporary tent for two days, and the blockade can be lifted on the third day and the residents can go home. During this period
, TPC will provide three meals a day.
"Will there be any steamed buns tomorrow?" Chiba Cheng couldn't help but smacked his lips as he thought about it. The meat steamed buns he ate at the shelter next to Mount Kirimon last time tasted really good. I really missed them after I came back.
I never expected that I would have the opportunity to eat it again so soon.
The victory team was chatting and laughing as they walked towards the spot where the fighter planes were parked. Munakata was at the back. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Chiba Makoto who was riding away on his motorcycle. He had been paying attention to Chiba Makoto with his peripheral vision. Although his performance
It's normal, but the right hand barely moves. The left arm is used to carry the helmet, the left hand is used to wave goodbye, and the left hand is used to hold the motorcycle...
Xincheng's shout came from far ahead: "Commander, let's go."
"Here we come!" Zongfang turned around, followed the team, took two Feiyans, and returned to the base. As for Dagu, he was responsible for driving back the car that looked very ordinary but was actually equipped with basically the same configuration as the Sherlock car. As the night grew darker, the two Feiyans turned on the lights of the entire aircraft, rose into the sky, and flew towards the base. Soon they came to the sea, began to reduce their speed and altitude, and prepared for takeoff and landing.
While preparing for the orbit, I received a communication from the command room: "Command, the Space Observation Center reported that a meteorite has fallen nearby."
"Meteorite, do you want the victory team to recover it?"
"No," Captain Hui Jianjian joined the communication channel and said, "Everyone has worked hard all day. I have replied to the Space Observation Center and asked them to send people to investigate first. If there is recovery value, the victory team will dispatch." p>
"Understood!"
Today's Victory Team is no longer the team that could only recycle meteorites. The main responsibility has quietly become to deal with powerful life forms that harm the safety of human life, such as monsters and aliens. The retrieval of meteorites is naturally delegated to others.<
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That is to say, 'I have big things to do, you can take care of these small things on your own.' After all, there are only a few people in the victory team, and their energy and time are limited. They have to do everything by themselves, but there is a threat to their lives.
This is indeed the case. When the team members got off the plane, they yawned and went back to their rooms to rest. Only by recuperating enough energy could they better cope with tomorrow's work. Only Munakata returned to the room, but first opened his personal computer and used his own permissions.
, searching in the metropolitan security system, surveillance images of streets and alleys were quickly scanned, and they all contained the same person: Chiba Makoto!
After more than an hour of rummaging, Munakata's eyes rested on the surveillance video of an indoor baseball hitting hall. The baseball machine inside kept firing baseballs, but the person standing opposite threw the baseball bat to the ground.
Dodging the incoming baseball in a limited space.
Naturally, I was beaten extremely badly at the beginning. At the end of the day, I basically limped and left with a grin on my face. But the next day, I was much better. On the third day, I basically didn’t get beaten. So in the afternoon of the third day, the number of beatings increased.
Items picked up by hand.
On the fourth day, the fifth day...until a week later, I was able to catch the baseball, immediately use the force to turn it around, and then throw it back. This kind of use of force seems simple, but it is difficult to do.
It is extremely difficult. I completed this training in just half a week, and my progress is absolutely rapid.
But that's not what Munakata cared about. After watching the video of "Borrowing Strength to Fight" several times, he opened the video record of Tiga throwing the blue light ball back during the fight with Eneng Mina in the afternoon.
The two videos are played at the same time, and the actions are so similar.
Zongfang couldn't help but take a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart. Although he had made a guess last time and started to pay more attention after Wumen Yueshan, he still found it quite unbelievable. After all, it was a god-like existence. How could it be the same as
What about the relationship between weak humans?
But now, the myth seems to be shattered!
Zongfang closed his eyes and stopped looking at the computer in front of him. After a long time, he opened his eyes, deleted all the downloaded videos, cleared the records, and buried it all deep in his heart.
After doing all this, he realized that it was already past three o'clock at night. The sky was full of stars outside, but Zongfang couldn't feel any sleepiness at all. He entered the TPC internal system, opened the work briefing, and browsed through it, especially the cosmic observation.
Center report:
A small amount of fragments were found in the craters on the surface, and they concluded that most of the meteorites burned up in the atmosphere, and the remaining parts fragmented after hitting the ground. They have recovered those fragments and will conduct preliminary research at the Space Observation Center.
After research and processing, the relevant data will be sent to the headquarters to determine whether it is valuable and then decide whether to send it to the headquarters.
After Munakata's simple consideration, this is indeed the best way to deal with it. The headquarters staff is also limited. It might have been more leisurely before, but now there are too many monster fragments, Ultraman stone statue fragments, extra-dimensional spaces, etc.
Research, I really can’t take care of these less important things.
The Victory Team is even busier. They have to be responsible for daily patrols, test flights of the Baixue test aircraft, and training of large spacecrafts, etc., not to mention the meteorite recovery.
After finishing all this work, it was already past four o'clock. Zong Fang dragged his tired body, turned off the lights, and went to bed to rest. The room suddenly fell into darkness...