Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

At the edge of the vast and extremely prosperous city, where the vast sea and the land embrace each other gently, it seems that there is a mysterious area that has been quietly forgotten by time. It is beyond the neon noise of the city center. There is no steel torrent of traffic rushing on the asphalt road, no deafening noise of people in the streets, and far away from the dazzling lights in the office buildings that are on all night and blinding. The azure sea surface sparkles under the caress of the sun, like a huge piece of silk with no end in sight. Waves of gentle waves hit the coast, playing a soothing movement unique to the ocean.

To reach this place, you need to take a small boat and carefully move forward along the winding coastline. The surrounding reefs are like ancient beasts lurking under the sea, appearing and disappearing from time to time. Only experienced helmsmen who are familiar with the waterway can cleverly avoid the hidden dangers and find the hidden entrance. The entrance is covered by lush seaweed and drooping vines, like a natural green curtain, swaying in the sea breeze, hiding the world inside.

Pushing aside the last handful of tangled seaweed, a seemingly ordinary building appeared in a low-key manner. It stands quietly on an isolated island surrounded by reefs. The mottled exterior walls have been eroded by seawater and caressed by the sea breeze. The traces of time are like fine gullies crisscrossing. The gray color is like the natural camouflage of the surrounding reefs, blending in with the desolate and lonely island scenery. If an ocean-going ship happened to pass by, the crew would at most regard it as a dilapidated warehouse that has been abandoned for many years and has no vitality. They would just take a quick look and continue on their journey.

However, only those who know the inside story can see that under this inconspicuous shell, there is actually a world hidden inside, which is the Victory Team Base that shoulders the responsibility of the safety of the entire city. When you step into it, you will first be "hit" by a sense of technology. On both sides of the entrance corridor, glass display cabinets display a series of jaw-dropping high-tech equipment: deep-sea exploration mecha, with a silver-white shell emitting a cold metallic luster in the darkness, equipped with a super-strong shield that can withstand the pressure of a thousand-meter deep sea and a panoramic scanning system that can see every tiny corner of the seabed, specially designed for exploring the mysterious seabed and tracking potential crises; miniature quantum communicator, small and exquisite but contains huge energy, can cross continents, ignore ocean interference, and achieve global zero-time-difference information exchange, ensuring that the winning team can be closely connected with the headquarters in any corner; and the marine ecological simulation ball suspended in the air and rotating slowly, with holographic images realistically restoring the ecology of the entire sea area, from agile fish to colorful coral reefs, and even the strange biological communities around deep-sea hydrothermal springs, all of which provide key references for team members to study the marine environment and predict potential threats.

Further in, the training area is bustling with activity. The specially designed swimming pool simulates a deep-sea environment with turbulent undercurrents and variable water pressure. The team members wear heavy diving equipment, sneak under load, and practice tactical movements. Every swing of their arms and kicks of their legs are full of strength to counter the resistance of the water flow. In the simulated naval battle cabin, the interweaving of light and shadow and the roar of cannons are like a real battlefield. The team members manipulate the ship model and flexibly formulate strategies based on the ever-changing battle situation. The jumping data and flashing route maps on the electronic screen are the key codes to determine victory or defeat. In the tactical seminar room, the atmosphere is solemn and murderous. The huge curved screen repeatedly plays the monitoring images of sudden incidents in the sea area. Everyone sits around, their eyes fixed on the screen, expressing their opinions and discussing fiercely. From the impact of tidal laws on the battle situation to how to use the ocean landforms for covert raids, every detail is repeatedly chewed and deeply analyzed, just to be able to respond calmly when the unknown naval battle comes.

On weekdays, the team members' regular schedule is like a precise clock. Before the dawn breeze wakes up the sleeping island, there is already a light sound in the dormitory, and they make the beds and check the equipment in an orderly manner. At mealtime, energy supplies are all taken from the gifts of the ocean. Delicious fish and mineral-rich seaweed are carefully cooked to quickly replenish the team members' physical strength before they rush to the rigorous training. As night falls and the sky is filled with stars, the team members still work late into the night, studying the operating guidelines of new marine weapons or reviewing classic naval battles to gain experience. If they feel a little sleepy, they just need to look out the window at the boundless sea and the gleaming guardian lighthouse on the top of the base - the spiritual coordinates that symbolize fearlessness and hope. The tiredness will dissipate like light smoke, replaced by a heart full of boiling blood and a heavy sense of mission.

The Victory Team, an elite force hidden on an isolated island in the blue sea, embraces their sincere love for the city and the ocean, and uses their steel bodies and cutting-edge technology as their shields and spears to silently protect the peace of the city by the sea. Few people outside know about their silent dedication and life-and-death struggles here, but every time a storm hits, every time a pirate invades, every time a mysterious sea monster appears, they can attack as quickly as a sea-breaking dragon, and use their fearless courage and extraordinary strength to prop up a solid barrier to protect peace in the stormy waves, continuing the legendary chapter of ocean heroes.

Pushing open the heavy and silent door of the base, it is like stepping into the future world in a science fiction movie. On both sides of the metal-textured passage, there are all kinds of dazzling cutting-edge technology equipment: quantum analyzers that can accurately detect subtle energy fluctuations hundreds of kilometers away, and the data jumping on the dark blue screen is like a mysterious code, warning of potential crises in advance; palm-sized nano-repair devices contain magical powers, and once damaged equipment is touched, it can be quickly reorganized and repaired at the molecular level; there is also an intelligent sand table suspended in the air, updating the city holographic image in real time, with streets, buildings and even underground pipelines, showing every detail, as if the entire city is miniaturized in a small space.

Going deeper, the players on the training ground were in good shape and sweating profusely. In the physical training area, some people carried heavy equipment and challenged their physical limits again and again. Their muscles were tense and veins were bulging. Their resolute expressions revealed their iron will. In the simulated combat cabin, light and shadow intertwined, artillery fire roared, and the players worked in pairs. With the strategies repeatedly polished on the tactical board, they moved swiftly, attacked and defended in moderation, locked the "enemy's" flaws with sharp eyes, and fired simulated energy beams with special guns in their hands. The slightest mistake would trigger the alarm in the cabin and declare defeat. In the tactical seminar room, the atmosphere was serious and tense. Past combat images were played on the huge screen. Everyone sat around, arguing and expressing their opinions. From battlefield layout to resource allocation, every detail was repeatedly considered and analyzed, just to deal with the unknown battlefield that might be rushed to at any time.

On weekdays, the team members' work and rest schedule is as strict as a precise clock. At dawn, the loud wakeup call has not yet sounded, but the dormitory is already filled with rustling, and they tidy up their personal affairs and put on their equipment in one go; meal times are short and efficient, and after quickly swallowing the energy meals, they rush to the training ground to start a full day of high-intensity training; as night falls and the city sinks into sleep, they still work late into the night, studying the manuals for the use of new weapons, or reviewing classic battles to gain experience. When sleepiness comes, they just need to look up at the gleaming team emblem on the wall - a totem symbolizing protection and hope, and the tiredness will instantly dissipate, replaced by a heart full of passion and a heavy sense of mission.

The Victory Team, an elite team hidden on the edge of a bustling city, silently guards the peace of the city with a sincere heart, using their flesh and blood and cutting-edge technology as their weapons. No one outside knows their efforts and struggles, but in every quiet night and every sudden crisis, they can strike quickly like a god, using fearless courage and extraordinary strength to tear a crack of light in the darkness, defend the lights of thousands of homes in the city, and continue to write the legend of the unsung heroes.

On this day, the sound of sirens outside the base came from far away, and the sharp whistles broke the usual order and tranquility of the base. Several police cars drove in one after another, the bodies of the cars flashed coldly in the morning light, the wheels raised fine dust, and they parked steadily. The car doors opened neatly, and several policemen with solemn expressions and agile postures walked out quickly. The first one raised his hand to adjust his police hat, and his eyes swept directly to the gate of the base, revealing his professional competence and eagerness.

The sound of the sirens broke the silence over the Victory Team's base, like a sharp alarm bell, instantly awakening the alert nerves of all the members of the base. Captain Yang Xue seemed to have heard the charge horn, her posture was as straight as a pine tree, her actions were bold and agile, and she was the first to stride out of the base gate. She was wearing a tailored, neat and capable special team uniform, with slim lines outlining her agile figure, and the corners of her clothes fluttered in the wind, just like a flying battle flag, unable to hide the heroic spirit that came from her bones.

Yang Xue raised her chin slightly, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle hovering in the sky, locking onto its prey, her dark eyes were like cold stars, and with just a glance, she could see through the situation around her, her eyes were full of the calmness and courage of a veteran. In countless crisis moments in the past, she had shuttled through gunfire and rain of bullets, faced vicious criminals, or dealt with high-tech crime puzzles, and time and again relied on her keen intuition and strong decisiveness to lead the team to break through the siege and turn the tide of the battle. Over the years, she has precipitated this calm and composed demeanor of a general, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, making the team members feel stable and confident.

Lin Feng beside him was as agile as a cheetah, with steady and powerful steps, and every step he took was full of unquestionable confidence. He was tall, wearing a cool black suit that showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist, with muscles taut and ready to go, just like a knight hidden in the dark night, with a cold temperament as if surrounded by a layer of frost. But when he clenched his fists slightly and his joints made a slight sound, the extraordinary aura between his gestures instantly exploded, shocking the whole audience like an invisible pressure. As the core combat force of the team, Lin Feng had rich practical experience, fierce boxing and kicking skills, and was proficient in the operation of various advanced weapons. At critical moments, he could always fight ten people alone, charge into battle, and hit the vital points. He turned the tide in many desperate situations, and the enemies were afraid of him when they heard his name.

Huang Xuelian is graceful, and she walks forward like a willow in spring. Her eyes are gentle like a gurgling stream, revealing the unique feminine softness and affinity. But if you look closely, you can see her tightly pursed lips and slightly frowned but stubborn eyebrows, which is the external expression of her determination. Her eyes are clear, and the light of intelligence keeps flowing in her eyes, as if hiding thousands of stars. As a technical think tank, Huang Xuelian is proficient in cutting-edge technologies such as computer programming, data analysis, and password cracking. In the battlefield behind the scenes, her fingertips fly and jump on the keyboard, like playing a charge song. Using code as a sharp blade, she breaks through the enemy's layers of defense network, digs out key clues, and provides accurate intelligence for frontline team members. She is an indispensable "smart brain" for the team.

The three stood side by side, their positions were perfectly coordinated, forming a solid triangle. Yang Xue was in front, like a fearless pioneer, with a sharp gaze facing the oncoming enemy; Lin Feng was slightly to the side, standing sideways with a hidden offensive and defensive posture, ready to respond to the enemy at any time; Huang Xuelian was behind, with a portable computer in her hand turned on, her fingertips hovering over the keyboard, ready to capture key information. The three of them seemed to be surrounded by an invisible aura, majestic and indestructible. The sunlight fell, stretching the shadows of the three people, as if projected on the steel backbone in front of the base, showing the outside world the resolute spirit of the Victory Team to protect the city and fearlessly face the battle, which made visitors feel in awe and made teammates feel at ease, as if as long as they stood here, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome and no haze that could not be blocked.

The leading policeman stepped forward, saluted, and then spoke with a heavy face: "Captain Yang Xue, something big happened last night. Eight homicides occurred in succession in the city. The situation was tragic and the people were in panic. The higher-ups were putting pressure on us to solve the cases as soon as possible." After that, he solemnly handed over a map. The paper was slightly wrinkled, as if carrying the heavy gloom of last night.

Yang Xue quickly took it and fixed her eyes on the map. She saw the red dots marking the location of the victims' deaths were eye-catching and connected in a radius of 2,000 meters, forming a strange circle. Everyone in the base gathered around, and the atmosphere was instantly heavy and oppressive. The police added: "The method of committing the crime was brutal and there was no pattern to follow. There were almost no effective clues at the scene. We can only ask for help from your Victory Team. We hope to use high-tech means and professional perspectives to catch this cruel murderer."

Yang Xue frowned and responded with a firm look: "Don't worry, protecting the city is our mission, and we will do our best. The homicide case has a serious impact and cannot be delayed. We will start the investigation immediately." The police nodded slightly, got in the car and left after a few words. The sirens gradually faded away, but left a heavy pressure.

Lin Feng stood there silently, staring at the map for a long time, his brain working at high speed, trying to find the logical thread from the messy clues. Back in the base, he sat alone in a corner, the indicator lights of the instruments around him flashing, as if urging him to solve the puzzle. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, veins on his forehead appeared, and the murder scene in his mind was like a demon. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and a strong intuition surged in his heart - this was no ordinary crime, but a carefully planned and malicious provocation.

Lin Feng stood up suddenly, the harsh sound of the chair rubbing against the ground echoed throughout the room, his eyes were filled with rage, he gritted his teeth and muttered in his heart: "Shameless provocation, this is a challenge to me!" As the human form of Ultraman Tiga, he shoulders a mission and power far beyond that of ordinary people, and his past combat experiences have forged his fearless courage, but the murderer before him is using innocent lives as bargaining chips, trampling on the bottom line of justice, touching the deepest anger in his heart.

After calming down for a while, Lin Feng took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and looked through the walls of the base, as if looking at the source of evil hidden in the dark of the city. He said in a resounding voice: "As Ultraman Tiga, I can accept your challenge, but I will never allow you to kill innocent people! This is my bottom line, and it is also the bottom line of justice. Since you dare to attack, don't blame me for fighting back with all my strength. I will definitely bring you to justice, give justice to the dead, and keep the city peaceful."

At that time, thick lead-gray clouds piled up heavily over the city, like an invisible and gloomy giant hand, holding the entire city tightly in its palm and casting a vicious curse. The streets and alleys that used to be filled with laughter and fireworks were now filled with a suffocating atmosphere of panic, and the people were like frightened birds, in a state of panic all day long.

On the streets, rumors were like wild weeds, spreading wildly and infiltrating everywhere. When neighbors met, the warm greetings of the past were replaced by solemn whispers, and they exchanged the few words they heard in panic: "I heard that the murderer only targeted lone pedestrians, and his methods were very cruel!" "That's right, eight cases happened in one night, who would dare to go out in the future?" Suspicion and anxiety quickly fermented among the crowd, turning into a turbulent undercurrent, engulfing everyone. Panic was like a highly contagious plague, radiating from the community where the victims' families lived, and spreading wildly in all directions. Wherever it went, people were panicked, and the order of stable life was shattered.

Social media seemed to be in an uproar, but it was full of unfounded suspicions and discussions, and the hot topic page was dominated by posts related to the murder. Netizens turned into "keyboard detectives" and imagined all kinds of bizarre motives and identities of the murderer based on sporadic photos and vague clues from the scene. There were endless arguments and chaos in the comment area; on the video platform, news reports kept rolling over the details of the murder. Under the high-definition camera, the bloody scenes hit people's hearts without reservation. The distorted faces and tragic wounds of the victims made the viewers unable to bear to look directly, and cold sweats dripped down their cheeks, and their hearts were filled with fear and compassion.

Schools are supposed to be a place of joy and knowledge for children, but now they are shrouded in gloom. For safety reasons, the school had no choice but to postpone various activities such as sports meets and art performances. The campus is no longer as noisy and cheerful as before. Children can only stay in the classroom during breaks, discussing the terrifying rumors outside the school in low voices, with nervousness and ignorance on their young faces; teachers pretend to be calm and soothe students, but their eyes cannot hide their worries. The shopping mall, a consumption palace that is usually crowded and brightly lit, now closes early. The roller shutters "clatter" down, cutting off the last ray of light. The clerks hurried home with terrified faces, and the goods on the shelves were placed in a mess, as if silently telling of panic.

The once bustling, neon-lit streets now seem to have lost their souls, with few pedestrians. Occasionally, there are a few passers-by, but they walk hurriedly, looking around, their eyes full of vigilance, and their expressions change drastically and they run away at the slightest sign of trouble. As night falls, this should be a time for families to gather and share a warm dinner, but it has become a time of intensified fear. Every family closes their doors and windows, and draws the thick curtains tightly to isolate the darkness and unknown outside; the lights in the house are turned to the dimmest, and the family sits in the living room, talking in low voices. At the slightest unusual sound, the adults get up nervously to check, and the children hide behind their parents, trembling. The whole city seems to be shrouded in a dead silence, without vitality, and only endless fear is surging in the night, waiting for the dawn and the rescue of heroes to dispel this thick haze.