Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the shadow corners of this bustling city, supernatural threats are quietly spreading. The Victory Team, an elite team specializing in dealing with mysterious crises, always sticks to the front line of protecting the city. Team member Lin Feng, with his outstanding combat ability and keen intuition, has become the backbone of the team.

It was a night that seemed ordinary yet eerie. The lights in the city were still bright, and the streets were busy with cars and pedestrians. However, in a narrow and dim alley, a thrilling chase was about to begin.

The man shrouded in black fog was like a ghostly shadow, running fast in the alley. His figure was as fast as lightning, and every step he took seemed to bring a gust of eerie wind. The thick black fog around him seemed to have life, twisting and entwining, covering his body tightly, with only a few corners of his clothes occasionally showing through the fog. He exuded an unsettling aura, as if an evil spirit had crawled out of the abyss of darkness. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be frozen and the cold was biting. His eyes flashed with a cold and strange light, like two green ghost lights, appearing and disappearing in the darkness, revealing endless coldness and mystery, as if everything in the world was like an ant in his eyes, and anyone who blocked his way would be ruthlessly crushed.

The man seemed to sense the danger behind him, and his already hurried steps became even more chaotic and panicked, like a hare being chased by a hunter, eager to find a way to escape. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes uncontrollably, like ripples on a calm lake after a stone was thrown into it. At that moment, he seemed no longer the mysterious man shrouded in darkness, but just an ordinary person in a desperate situation. But this trace of panic was only fleeting, and was instantly replaced by an expression as cold as a deep pool, as if there was a strong will in his body that was forcibly suppressing the fragility of human nature.

He knew that he must not be caught by Lin Feng, because deep in his soul, there was an unspeakable mission hidden, which was like an invisible iron chain, tightly binding him to the dark power that controlled him. The dark power, like the devil's hand from hell, was deeply embedded in his consciousness, manipulating his every action, driving him further and further on this sinful path. Once captured by Lin Feng, not only would his personal fate fall into an irreversible situation, but it would also lead to the exposure of the entire dark plan. The dark power would never easily forgive his dereliction of duty.

At the critical moment when Lin Feng was about to approach, he quickly retreated, his feet rubbing shallow marks on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Think about it carefully." The voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, with a chilling deterrent power, and it seemed to hide some indescribable deep meaning, like a mysterious puzzle, deliberately thrown to Lin Feng to think about. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Feng pounced like a tiger, he dodged sideways, and his body cleverly avoided Lin Feng's attack range like a smart loach. His movements were agile and natural, without the slightest drag. Obviously, he had undergone special training or the dark power to give him extraordinary reaction ability. Then, he ran towards the depths of the alley without hesitation, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the darkness, leaving only a series of gradually blurred footsteps echoing in the alley, as if he was provoking and disdainful of Lin Feng, and also added more tension and mystery to this chase between good and evil.

How could Lin Feng let him go so easily? His figure shot out like a sharp arrow. With a graceful and sharp backflip, Lin Feng drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily in front of the man, blocking his way. The two looked at each other, without any extra words, and wrestled with each other in an instant.

This was an ultimate contest of strength and skill. After being controlled by the black fog, the man's strength was beyond ordinary people. Every attack was fierce, and his fists rained down on Lin Feng. With years of combat training and rich experience, Lin Feng skillfully dodged the man's attacks and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. His fists and feet were like agile venomous snakes, attacking the man's vital parts quickly and accurately.

However, the alley was narrow and the ground was uneven. During the fierce fight, Lin Feng was careless and tripped by a protruding stone. The man took the opportunity to exert force, and the two of them lost their balance and rolled down the stairs at the end of the alley. The stairwell was filled with an old and decayed smell, and the dim lights flickered in the dust. Their bodies kept rolling and colliding on the stairs, and each collision was accompanied by a burst of pain, but Lin Feng's hand always held the man's collar tightly. He had only one belief in his heart: he must not let this suspicious person escape.

Finally, they stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Lin Feng endured the pain all over his body, quickly adjusted his posture, grabbed the man's collar again, and pressed him to the ground. The man's eyes suddenly became clear, he looked at Lin Feng, and slowly said, "Think about it carefully." Before Lin Feng could react, the man suddenly swung a punch, and this punch was full of power, hitting Lin Feng's face heavily. Lin Feng felt stars in front of his eyes, his head was dizzy, and he subconsciously let go of his hand. The man seized this opportunity, stood up and rolled, and ran away desperately.

Lin Feng shook his head, trying to wake himself up. He looked at the man's back as he walked away, and shouted angrily, "Stop, stop!" His voice echoed in the empty alley, carrying an unquestionable majesty. He struggled to stand up, not caring about the many scratches and bruises on his body, and continued to chase after him with his tired but determined body.

The man desperately fled in the intricate alleys, his figure looming in the darkness. Lin Feng chased him closely, and the distance between them gradually narrowed. Just as the man escaped to a corner, suddenly, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night sky.

Lin Feng's heart suddenly clenched, and he rushed over faster. When he reached the corner, he saw the man lying on the ground, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness. Lin Feng frowned, his heart full of doubts and vigilance. He squatted down, grabbed the man's collar again, and cursed in a low voice: "Asshole!"

At this moment, the man slowly woke up. His eyes no longer had the fierceness and weirdness from before, but were replaced by endless confusion and fear. He looked at Lin Feng and asked in a trembling voice: "What's going on? Who are you? Why did you hit me?" After that, he stood up in a panic, patted the dust off his body, and hurriedly fled the scene.

Lin Feng looked at the man's back as he left, and doubts spread in his heart like a thick fog. He didn't understand why the man suddenly lost consciousness, and why he had no idea what had just happened after waking up. What kind of complex and mysterious conspiracy was hidden behind this?

At the same time, in another corner of the city, a more secretive and dangerous invasion is quietly underway. The city is like a sleeping giant, unaware of the impending crisis and still immersed in the appearance of prosperity and bustle.

Demos, the evil being from the abyss of darkness, was like the incarnation of nightmares, exuding a chilling aura. Its clones were like invisible demons, moving through the streets and alleys of the city like ghosts under the cover of night. These clones were like shadows condensed from darkness, without the restraint of a physical entity, and could easily pass through walls, doors, windows and other obstacles, sneaking into the heart of the city silently.

In the bustling commercial center, people come and go, and laughter echoes in every corner. The bright lights illuminate the streets as if it were daytime, and the shop windows display a dazzling array of goods, attracting people's attention. However, in this lively scene, a clone of Demos is slowly infiltrating. It is like an invisible ink stain, quietly spreading among the crowd. Its existence has not attracted anyone's attention. People are still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of shopping and entertainment, and have no idea that danger is approaching.

In the high-end office building, white-collar workers are still working overtime, and the light of the computer screen flickers in the dark office. Demos's clone quietly crawls along the ventilation duct, and the cold air condenses into frost in the duct. It peeks at everyone in the office, as if selecting the right prey. The malice hidden in the darkness is like an invisible net, gradually covering this busy and vibrant area.

In the residential area, warm lights shine through the windows, and the laughter of families echoes in the room. Children play in the living room, and parents prepare dinner in the kitchen. However, another clone of Demos follows like a shadow, slowly climbing along the shadow of the wall, like a dark tide, silently spreading over every inch of land. It quietly passes through the gap of the window, sneaks into the house, wanders among the furniture, and its cold tentacles gently touch every corner, as if announcing its invasion of this territory.

The whole city, under the shadow of Demos, fell into a strange calm. Traffic was still busy and neon lights were still flashing, but behind this seemingly normal situation, a crisis that could subvert everything was quietly growing. It was like a time bomb hidden in the dark, which could explode at any time, dragging the city into endless darkness and chaos, while people were still ignorantly continuing their lives, unaware of the impending disaster, and could only wait for the Victory Team or Ultraman Tiga to unveil the curtain of darkness and save them from the water and fire.

In a bustling supermarket, people are bustling around like a tide. As usual, people walk leisurely between the shelves with a relaxed and comfortable smile on their faces, carefully selecting various daily necessities. Bright lights pour down from the ceiling, illuminating every corner of the supermarket as bright as day, and the air is filled with the aroma of food and the new smell of goods. Laughter and joy are heard one after another, the excited shouts of children, the conversations of adults, and the passionate and tempting promotional broadcasts, interweaving into an extremely vivid picture full of the rich breath of life.

However, behind this seemingly peaceful and prosperous scene, there is a creepy crisis. No one noticed that the danger was approaching silently step by step. One of Demos's clones, like a ghost from the abyss of hell, was ethereal and silently shuttled through the crowded aisles. Its tentacles hidden in the darkness seemed to have their own life, trembling slightly from time to time. Every slight tremor seemed to be keenly detecting all the information around it, as if looking for a specific signal or target. It was like an invisible assassin, relying on its innate dark power, easily avoiding the casual sight of everyone, and slowly sneaking into the depths of the supermarket warehouse at an almost ghostly speed.

The warehouse of the supermarket is a world filled with a large amount of goods. The tall shelves are stacked layer by layer, filled with various cartons of goods, from food to daily necessities. The light here is dim, with only a few dim emergency lights emitting weak light. Shadows spread wantonly in the corners, forming a natural hiding place. Demos's clone quickly locked onto this perfect hiding place. It blended into it silently like a wisp of black smoke, quietly hiding behind a pile of piled-up cartons. In that dark corner, it quietly lurked, like a venomous snake hidden in the grass, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time, waiting for the unknown command from the depths of darkness. The figure hidden in the darkness, although seemingly motionless, seemed to be secretly planning a huge conspiracy that would shake the world and completely subvert the peace of the entire city. Its existence, like an invisible black hole, quietly devours the surrounding safety and tranquility. People in the supermarket are still immersed in the joy of shopping and the trivialities of life, unaware of the impending disaster. They are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, ignorantly wandering on the edge of danger.

On the other side of the city, a resident was sitting comfortably in his living room, watching TV and enjoying the rare leisure time of the day. His home was warm and comfortable, with soft lights shining on the furniture, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. However, this tranquility was about to be broken. Another clone of Demos approached the resident's home like a shadow, slowly climbing along the shadow of the wall, easily passing through the gap in the window, and sneaking into the house. It moved cautiously in the room, and its tentacles were looming in the darkness, like the sickle of the god of death. It first wandered in the living room for a while, as if getting familiar with the environment, and then it slowly walked towards the bedroom. The resident was completely unaware that an uninvited guest from the dark world was wandering around in his home, and the dangerous atmosphere was gradually enveloping his life.

Demos's clone floated silently to the bedroom door like a shadow. Its body, which exuded a strange aura, hesitated at the door. Just as it was about to step into this space full of life but about to be shrouded in darkness, suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps, as light as falling feathers, came from the silent corridor. Although the sound was subtle, it was like a bolt from the blue, directly striking into the evil consciousness of Demos's clone. It was suddenly startled, and its original cold and calm attitude, ready to invade wantonly, collapsed in an instant, replaced by panic like a frightened bird.

It quickly retracted its creepy tentacles and curled up like a frightened mouse discovered by a hunter. It hid behind a toy box in an extremely embarrassed but extremely agile manner. Its body was tightly attached to the toy box without a single gap. Every inch of its skin seemed to be trying to merge with the toy box in order to achieve the best concealment effect. At this moment, it was motionless, like a statue solidified by dark magic, and it seemed to have merged with the thick darkness around it, becoming a part of the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to be a heavy step on the tense nerves of Demos's clone. It was so nervous that it was trembling all over, and it seemed that there were millions of ants gnawing frantically inside its invisible body. It desperately held its breath, fearing that a slight leak of breath would expose its whereabouts. Its heart was beating wildly in its chest, and the violent "bang bang" sound seemed to it like a death knell, foreshadowing the impending disaster. It could only wait for the unknown fate to be decided in this endless fear and tension.

Fortunately, the footsteps were just passing by and no one noticed its existence. As the footsteps gradually faded away, Demos's clone breathed a sigh of relief, and its body, which was originally tense to the extreme, also relaxed slightly. But it knew in its heart that this was only a temporary fluke. It couldn't stay here for too long. The hourglass of time was passing mercilessly. It had to complete its mission as soon as possible, no matter what that mission was. Maybe it was to explore a mysterious object, maybe to set up some evil formation in this room, or maybe it was waiting to meet up with other clones to start a carnival of destruction and destruction together. It silently accumulated strength in the darkness, ready to act again. The figure hidden behind the toy box seemed like a dark bomb that could explode at any time, bringing endless disasters and fear to this quiet residence.

Lin Feng stood in the alley, lost in deep thought. He realized that behind this series of seemingly isolated events, there must be a thousand connections. He decided to return to the Victory Team's base to share tonight's experience with the team members and discuss countermeasures together.