Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

Behind the bright neon lights and busy traffic of the bustling city, there seems to be a dark web hidden. Crime is like a stubborn cancer, quietly but destructively eroding the peace of the city. This time, the emergency alarm sounded across the sky. Under the leadership of the calm, capable and highly leadership Captain Yang Xue, the Victory Team responded quickly to the call and rushed to the dangerous crime scene at lightning speed.

Team member Lin Feng is tall and strong, as agile and powerful as a cheetah, and every step he takes is bold and resolute. In his deep eyes, there is a burning and firm flame, as if it can penetrate the heavy fog and reach the core of the evil. And Huang Xuelian, a woman who is as good as a man, is light but powerful, and her movements are neat. Her eyes are as bright and resolute as cold stars, revealing her persistent pursuit of justice and her determination to face evil without fear. They and other team members, like guards made of steel, jumped off the car in unison. The moment they landed, the solid footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, playing the horn of justice. Their neat steps as they marched, each step seemed to be precisely measured, with a brisk and stable rhythm, demonstrating the strict discipline and extraordinary professionalism of this outstanding team. The specially made uniforms gleamed majestically in the sun. They were well-equipped and well-organized, highlighting their sense of mission and responsibility as guardians of the city. It seemed to silently declare that no matter how cunning and brutal the evil was, it would be exposed in front of them, and the light of justice would penetrate the darkness and illuminate every inch of the city again.

The police officer in charge of maintaining order and conducting preliminary investigations at the scene had been standing firm for hours in this area shrouded in haze and filled with a highly tense atmosphere. Every passing minute and every second seemed to add a heavy burden to his tired body, but there was never a trace of retreat in his eyes.

The uniform he wore originally symbolized dignity and order, but now it was inevitably stained with dust and stains because of his long time of busy work in this complex and chaotic scene. The dust, like silent witnesses, recorded his careful investigation in the abandoned building; and the stains might be mud or other indescribable traces that he accidentally touched when searching for suspicious items. His hair was also a little messy, no longer neat and tidy when he first arrived at the scene. A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and casually stuck to his forehead and cheeks, which were the distinct marks left by his running back and forth and exploring in this area.

The fine beads of sweat on his forehead, like the dew condensed on the tips of grass leaves in the morning, kept coming out and gathered into a trickle. They slowly slid down the contours of his cheeks, winding forward on his tired face, leaving shallow water marks. These water marks, like wrinkles carved prematurely by time on his face, each of them tells of the hardships and toil he has experienced in the past few hours. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of deep fatigue, but his gaze was still as firm as a torch, constantly scanning the chaotic scene, not missing any corner that might hide clues.

His lips were slightly chapped due to lack of sufficient moisture for a long time, and his throat became hoarse and dry from constant shouting and communication. Although his body was extremely tired, his mind remained highly clear and alert. He directed the order on the scene in an orderly manner, ensuring that every person involved in the survey could carry out their work safely and efficiently. When encountering some emotional or uncooperative people, he always patiently explained and persuaded them in a gentle but firm tone, defusing crises that could cause chaos again and again.

In the process of searching for clues, he sometimes bent down and searched carefully in the grass, sometimes lay on the ground to see if there were any clues that were missed, and sometimes climbed to a higher place to get a wider view. His hands were already dirty with dust and sweat, and there was mud embedded in the cracks of his nails, but he didn't care about it at all. Because he knew that he had the important responsibility of maintaining order at the scene and finding key clues to the case. Even a small clue could become a key breakthrough to uncover the truth of the case. Therefore, he silently persevered, interpreting the duties and responsibilities of a policeman with his actions in this area filled with tension, and became an ordinary but extremely tenacious figure in the process of solving this case.

When he saw Captain Yang Xue leading the Victory Team sweeping over like a strong wind of justice, a spark of hope instantly ignited in his dim eyes. He almost couldn't wait to quickly step forward to greet them. His feet were a little heavy because of the long run, but at this moment, his steps were a little anxious. The fatigue on his face could not be concealed, like a layer of haze that could not be dispelled, but under this fatigue, the look of relief was as clear as the sun breaking through the clouds.

His voice was hoarse and dry after working for a long time, as if every syllable had to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat with great effort. "Captain Yang, you are finally here. Since the incident, we have been conducting a carpet search within a radius of 2,000 meters without stopping. None of us dared to slack off, but this cunning criminal seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with us. So far, we haven't made many valuable discoveries. The situation in this area is complicated, with abandoned factories, messy warehouses, and some hidden alleys, which greatly increases the difficulty of the search, but we will continue to persist until the culprit is found."

Another policeman's face was filled with discomfort at the harsh environment. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, forming deep wrinkles, as if he was being forcibly pulled by the unpleasant smell around him. The pungent smell penetrated his nasal cavity like a substance, making his stomach churn slightly. He could only cover his nose tightly with his hands to try to block the invasion of the odor. Despite this, there was no complaint or fear in his eyes, only the persistent exploration of the truth of the case was shining.

He said in a muffled voice, "The smell around here is really bad. It feels like all kinds of garbage and rotten things fermenting together, and it makes my head hurt. But the more unbearable the place is, the more likely it is to hide key clues. I'll search the surroundings again, and maybe I can find some new clues. Those neglected corners may be hiding the key information to solve the case. I must not miss any possibility." After saying that, he straightened his spine slightly, and the body that was originally slightly hunched due to discomfort was instantly filled with strength. Then he turned around resolutely and walked away.

In this messy, dilapidated environment filled with a lot of unknown fog, his back is like a lone boat sailing firmly on the turbulent sea, and he looks taller and more resolute as he goes farther and farther. Every step he takes is full of force, and the ground under his feet seems to tremble slightly because of his determination. The broken bricks and tiles, dead branches and fallen leaves scattered on the ground make crisp and loud sounds under his firm and powerful footsteps. This sound echoes in the silent and oppressive air, as if he is shouting fearlessly and declaring his unyielding spirit to this extremely harsh environment.

That figure, like a towering, indestructible mobile fortress, gave people an endless sense of security and power. The howling wind tried to blow him down, but could only bypass his straight spine; the fog filled the surroundings, trying to swallow him, but was dispelled without a trace by his fiery determination. No matter how many towering difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, no matter how deep the dark traps were, or how the unknown dangers surged like a tide, they could not shake him in the slightest, nor could they stop his iron-like determination to pursue justice.

At this time, sweat had already soaked his back like fine raindrops, and his clothes were tightly attached to his skin, outlining his muscles that were slightly tired from long hours of running around, but still full of strength. The pungent smell became stronger and stronger, like a ferocious beast, constantly attacking his nasal cavity and respiratory tract, making his breathing heavier and more difficult. But his face did not show any distortion or pain, his steps did not hesitate or slow down, and his eyes did not show any confusion or wavering.

On the contrary, his eyes became more focused and sharp, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and see through all the secrets hidden in the darkness. His eyes were like torches, carefully examining everything around him, from the cracks in every stone to the texture of every leaf, from the shadows in every corner of the wall to the ups and downs of every ground, without missing any suspicious place that might hide key clues. He was like a skilled craftsman, carefully carving a statue of justice in this world full of ruins; he was also like a fearless explorer, firmly looking for the way to light in this dark field full of unknowns. With his actual actions, he vividly and profoundly interpreted a great spirit - even in a desperate situation, he could still not retreat, move forward bravely, and for the justice and beliefs in his heart, he would sacrifice everything until the last moment of perseverance. This spirit, like the brightest star in the night sky, shines with an everlasting light in this dark world, inspiring everyone around him, and also making the evil forces hidden in the depths of darkness feel chilled and terrified.

At this time, deep in the dense and messy grass at the edge of the crime scene, the culprit, Demos, was hiding like a ghost in the dark night. It curled up in the shadow of the grass, and its unique fur blended perfectly with the surrounding environment. If you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to detect its existence.

Demos's eyes were like broken ice flashing in a cold pond, cold and frightening. Deep in those cold eyes, a cunning light flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp, as if it was secretly planning one conspiracy after another, and seemed to be mercilessly mocking the current actions of the police in its heart. It quietly watched the police busy searching, and watched the members of the Victory Team deploying tasks with serious expressions. The corners of its mouth seemed to rise slightly, outlining a proud arc, as if mocking the police's efforts that were just futile struggles.

Its body was extremely agile, and every muscle seemed to contain infinite power. When it moved slightly in the grass, its smooth lines rose and fell like waves, showing its characteristics as a powerful opponent. The evil aura emanating from its body spread around like a substance, making the air near it seem dirty and oppressive. This aura seemed to be a unique mark given to it by the dark world, and it made people feel fearful when they smelled it.

It is the most critical mystery in this case. From the beginning of the case, all clues seem to point to it, but it is always erratic like a ghost, making it hard to figure out. Its appearance and disappearance are irregular, and its methods of committing crimes are extremely strange. Every action seems to be carried out in the fog, leaving only some confusing traces, making the police always wander on the edge of the truth.

For the Victory Team, Demos is undoubtedly the biggest challenge facing this operation. Its intelligence seems to be no less than that of humans. It knows how to cleverly avoid the police's pursuit and how to use the environment to hide its tracks. Its strength and agility are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Once it launches an attack, it will inevitably cause huge damage and threats.

However, the Victory Team is not without a chance of winning. They have professional skills, rich experience and tenacious fighting spirit. Captain Yang Xue's calm command, Lin Feng's courage and bravery, Huang Xuelian's delicate and sharpness, plus the expertise of other team members, they form a powerful army of justice. Although Demos is powerful and mysterious, the Victory Team firmly believes that as long as they unite as one, use wisdom and courage, they will be able to uncover the mysteries of Demos, bring him to justice, and return peace and tranquility to the city. At this moment, Demos's quiet flight does not mean that it has escaped, but is just a small episode in this battle between good and evil. The real battle has just begun.

In the vast and mysterious depths of the universe, the subspace is like a chaotic dark realm, hiding countless unknown secrets and dangers. The mastermind behind the scenes, Huang Hongsheng, is like a demon hidden in the shadows, quietly watching everything that happens on Earth.

The subspace environment he was in was harsh and strange, with flickering energy turbulence all around, like a group of manic ghosts dancing wantonly. In the darkness, all kinds of strange lights intertwined and crisscrossed, but they could not illuminate this dead space, but instead added a bit of eerie and strange atmosphere. Huang Hongsheng was in it, his figure shrouded by a layer of dark aura, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with evil light.

When his eyes were focused on the events related to the Victory Team and Demos on Earth, a hideous and complacent evil smile slowly appeared on his face. That smile was like a poisonous flower blooming in the darkness, twisted and full of malice. His lips slightly raised, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and a low and hoarse laugh came out of his throat: "These stupid guys are still running around like headless flies. They don't realize that all of this was carefully planned and controlled by the monster Demos behind the scenes."

Huang Hongsheng muttered to himself as he recalled his evil plan. He had spent a lot of energy and resources to cultivate and transform Demos in a hidden corner of the subspace, giving it powerful strength and strange abilities, with the goal of creating chaos and panic on Earth. He watched the humans on Earth fall into fear and helplessness under the attack of Demos, and a twisted pleasure surged in his heart.

"Do they think they can stop all this with the so-called Victory Team? How naive. Demos is just the first chess piece in my plan. There are more surprises waiting for them." There was a crazy light flashing in Huang Hongsheng's eyes. He seemed to have seen his conspiracy succeeding step by step. The whole earth fell into endless darkness and despair under his control.

He knew that Demos was powerful and cunning enough to turn the world upside down. And the countermeasures of mankind were nothing more than child's play in his eyes. He believed that as long as he continued to manipulate behind the scenes, the Victory Team would be dragged down by Demos sooner or later, and he would become the master of this world.

However, Huang Hongsheng didn't know that although the Victory Team had not yet fully understood his conspiracy, they had gradually accumulated experience in the battle with Demos, and with their tenacious perseverance and team wisdom, they began to slowly approach the truth. Other forces on Earth were also secretly gathering together, preparing to fight against this evil threat from the depths of the universe. The ultimate battle between good and evil is quietly brewing between the universe and the earth, and is about to begin a thrilling curtain.