Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the slightly tense and busy atmosphere of the police station, a police officer with an upright posture and firm eyes just finished a heart-wrenching call with Lin Feng, a member of the Victory Team. He stood in a corner of the corridor of the police station, and the walls around him seemed to be a little depressed by the solemn atmosphere. His expression was solemn and serious, like the sky covered by dark clouds, without a trace of relaxation. His brows were tightly furrowed into a deep "chuan" character, and every wrinkle was engraved with worries about what was about to happen. He knew in his heart that this matter was of great importance, like a huge rock weighing heavily on his heart, and he could not afford to make any mistakes. Even the slightest mistake could lead to unimaginable catastrophic consequences.

The monster Demos is undoubtedly the incarnation of the devil that crawled out of the dark abyss. Its appearance is like a strange octopus. Its huge and twisted body is covered with sticky and glowing skin. Countless tentacles dance in the air, like a whip from hell. Every swing seems to bring the evil power to tear the space. It exudes an unsettling breath. The breath permeates the surroundings like a substance, making everyone who approaches feel cold and creepy. At this moment, it is temporarily placed in a special transparent box. The box is like a cage made of modern technology, trying to trap this unknown terror. The box is now located in an open space in the backyard of the police station, surrounded by various monitoring instruments and protective devices. The monitoring instruments are shining with cold metallic luster. They are like loyal guards, constantly collecting various data of Demos. From its weak vital signs to every energy fluctuation, they are accurately recorded, hoping to find the key clues to subdue this monster. The protective devices are like solid barriers, ready to be activated instantly if Demos makes any unusual movement, releasing powerful energy shields or paralyzing rays to prevent it from breaking out of the cage and endangering the world.

He hung up the phone with a solemn expression, and at that moment, the air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and strode out of the conference room. His steps were quick and powerful, and each step was like the sound of a war drum, echoing in the silent corridor, showing his inner anxiety and sense of mission.

In his mind, it was as if a phonograph was constantly playing Lin Feng's instructions on the phone: "Don't burn Demos in public yet. Wait until I arrive before making a decision. There may be huge dangers hidden in this." Lin Feng's voice was serious and firm, with unquestionable authority. Those words were like heavy hammers, hitting his heart again and again. He knew very well that Lin Feng was no ordinary person in dealing with such monster incidents. His rich experience was like a bright star that illuminated the way forward, and his keen insight was like a sharp eagle eye that could penetrate the heavy fog and detect the crisis hidden in the dark. In countless crisis management in the past, Lin Feng could always make accurate judgments at critical moments and turn danger into safety. His decisions and actions saved countless lives and saved the city from a catastrophe.

Because of this, he deeply understood the seriousness and urgency of the matter and dared not delay even a second. Time seemed to have become a ruthless executioner at this moment, and every second that passed could push them into an abyss of no return. He was extremely anxious, and he only wanted to convey this crucial news to other colleagues who were preparing for the burning as soon as possible. His thoughts were running fast, and he imagined the busy figures of his colleagues in the backyard. They might be holding torches, ready to burn the Demos, which symbolized unknown fear, but they were completely unaware of the terrible consequences that this action might cause.

He rushed through the corridor, and when he turned a corner, a breeze blew up, rustling the posters on the wall. Passing by an office, through the half-open door, he saw his colleagues concentrating on sorting out documents, but he had no time to stop, and his pace became faster. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he was in a thrilling race against time. At this moment, he was the messenger of hope and warning, shouldering the heavy responsibility of preventing a potential disaster. He knew that his actions might be the key to reversing the entire situation. As long as he could arrive in time, he could avoid a catastrophe that could affect every corner of the city. So he gritted his teeth and ran towards the backyard with all his strength. The hurried footsteps echoed in the police station building for a long time, as if playing a tense movement about life and death.

However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people at critical moments, pushing them into a dilemma in a cruel and helpless way. When he tried his best to rush to the backyard, at that moment, he felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then it suddenly sank, as if falling into a bottomless ice cellar.

The director stood majestically not far away, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his expression was as serious as a stone statue, and every wrinkle was engraved with deep concern for the safety of the city. He was concentrating on commanding, and kept issuing concise and powerful instructions. The voice was still clearly audible amid the roar of the flames. The raging fire had already burned wildly around the transparent box, and the flames danced wantonly, licking the outer wall of the box with bared fangs and claws. The scorching heat seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and wanting to devour everything in front of it mercilessly. The flames jumped, flashing a chilling orange-red light, and the surrounding air was rapidly heated, twisted and deformed, forming pieces of heat waves, rolling and spreading in all directions, making the entire backyard seem like a fiery purgatory.

The director's original intention couldn't be simpler and more just. In his eyes, Demos is not an ordinary existence, but a deadly bomb that could explode at any time. As long as it remains in the world, the whole city will continue to be shrouded in the thick shadow of fear. Every corner, every street, and every building in the city may become a battlefield for Demos to wreak havoc; every citizen, whether old, child, or young and middle-aged, may become the target of its brutal attack. Therefore, the director only wants to eliminate this potential huge threat as quickly as possible and let the city return to peace and tranquility. He hopes to turn Demos into ashes through this fire, just like dealing with other dangerous objects in the past, using the most direct and effective way to cut off the source of the crisis. However, he never expected that the situation this time was much more complicated than he imagined. The secret hidden behind Demos, like a bottomless black hole, is quietly breeding a more terrible disaster. At this moment, he was still unaware that his decision might have inadvertently triggered a more thrilling crisis, putting the city into a more dangerous situation.

Seeing this, he was extremely anxious. He ran towards the burning scene desperately, shouting as he ran: "Stop burning, stop burning, Lin Feng called, wait for him to come before burning!" His voice became a little hoarse due to anxiety, which was particularly abrupt amid the roar of the flames and the noise of the people around him.

When the director heard his shout, he was stunned at first, with a puzzled look on his face. But he immediately realized that the matter might not be simple. His years of leadership experience allowed him to react quickly and ordered to stop the burning without hesitation: "Stop! Stop spraying! Stop burning, put out the fire quickly!" His voice was majestic and powerful, with an unquestionable tone.

The police officers nearby heard the order and immediately took action. One of the police officers nimbly picked up the fire extinguisher and rushed towards the transparent box burning the damos. His eyes were firm, staring at the raging flames, and he operated the fire extinguisher skillfully. White foam sprayed towards the flames like a torrent.

At this moment, an accident happened. Inside the seemingly calm transparent box, Demos suddenly exploded violently. The powerful impact instantly blew the box to pieces, and the fragments flew everywhere. The surrounding police officers took shelter. Then, Demos's huge and ugly body flew out from the ruins of the explosion, exuding a strange aura. It quickly emitted a dark light, which was like a signal, and instantly spread to every corner of the city.

On the other side of the city, a Demos clone hidden in the corner of a supermarket suddenly reacted. It had been quietly dormant there, like a ghost hidden in the dark, unnoticed by anyone. But at this moment, it seemed to be awakened by some powerful force and suddenly flew up. The supermarket owner was sorting goods in front of the shelf, and suddenly heard a huge roar. He looked up in horror and saw the terrifying appearance of Demos' clone. His face turned pale in an instant, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and then he let out a scream. The sound was full of fear and despair, echoing in the small space of the supermarket, and the originally peaceful supermarket instantly fell into chaos. Customers fled in panic, some even tripped over the shelves, and the goods were scattered all over the floor, but at this time they no longer cared about these, and only wanted to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.

Then, the creepy clone of Demos flew out of the city like an evil shadow, cutting through the sky, emitting low whistles, like a prelude played by the devil, and rushed straight to a slide full of laughter.

That small playground is a happy place for a group of innocent children. The children are like little deer jumping happily in spring, and their laughter is crisp and melodious, echoing in the air like silver bells. They are laughing and chasing each other on the slide, pushing and shoving each other, immersed in this simple and pure happy game, with carefree smiles on their tender faces, not realizing the catastrophic disaster that is quietly approaching.

The Demos clone swept over their heads like a dark cloud, carrying a foul and cold breath. In an instant, its huge and ugly body cast a huge shadow, like the sudden arrival of night, instantly covering the entire slide area tightly. The bright sunlight seemed to be dispelled by this evil existence at this moment, leaving only a chilling grayness.

The children subconsciously raised their heads, and when their innocent eyes met the terrifying and bizarre appearance of Demos, the bright smiles on their faces instantly froze like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and then, expressions of fear quickly spread to the faces of every child like a tide.

Some children were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their lips trembled, and their throats seemed to be choked by something. After a while, they burst into earth-shaking tears. The cry was full of fear and helplessness. Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, covering their faces. Their little hands waved in the air, and their bodies twitched slightly due to excessive fear.

Some children seemed to have their souls sucked out of them. They stood there blankly, staring at Demos with their feet nailed to the ground, unable to move. Their eyes were full of confusion and fear, as if the whole world had lost its color at this moment, leaving only the terrifying monster. Their brains were blank and they were at a loss, as if they were cast under an evil spell of immobilization.

Some children reacted and their survival instinct took over. They ran desperately towards their parents like arrows shot from a bow. Their little figures seemed to stagger in panic, but they didn't care about that. They ran and shouted with all their might: "Mom and Dad, there is a monster!" The childish voices were filled with despair and fear, echoing in the air, like an urgent call to their parents, or a helpless cry for this sudden disaster. Their young hearts suffered an unprecedented blow at this moment, and this nightmare-like experience will become an indelible and terrible memory in their lives.

In a quiet corner of the city, a resident's home is filled with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. Inside the house, the decoration is warm, soft lights are sprinkled in every corner, cute cartoons are hung on the walls, and colorful toys are placed on the floor. In a corner of the living room, there is an exquisite cradle, in which lies an angelic baby.

The baby is immersed in a sweet dream. His pink little face is like a flower blooming in spring. His slightly pouting mouth seems to be telling interesting things in his dream. His small nostrils twitch gently with his breathing. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids. His whole face is filled with a peaceful and innocent smile, and he is unaware of the potential dangers around him.

However, beneath this tranquility, there was a huge crisis. The terrifying Demos clone, like an evil force hidden in the darkness, lurked silently in the dark corners of the room. Its body, which exuded a cold aura, was like a ghost from hell, and was incompatible with this warm family environment.

Suddenly, the Demos clone made a move. It flew over the baby like a black lightning. The moment it flew past, it brought with it a cold and strong airflow, which was like an invisible hand, gently touching the cradle. The cradle shook slightly, and the originally gentle swinging rhythm was instantly disrupted.

The baby seemed to have a vague sense of this sudden abnormality. His originally relaxed brows wrinkled slightly, his little mouth curled, and his pink lips began to tremble slightly, and he was about to cry. The crying that was about to break out seemed to be an instinctive protest against this evil invasion, and also a warning signal to break this peace.

Fortunately, the diligent nanny was alert. She was tidying up the baby's clothes and caught the cradle's shaking out of the corner of her eye. Her heart tightened suddenly and an ominous premonition came to her mind. But she didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly threw down the clothes in her hands and ran towards the cradle.

Although her face was full of fear and her eyes revealed the fear of unknown danger, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she was the only guardian of this weak life at this moment and must not panic. She gently stretched out her hands, grasped the edge of the cradle, and rocked it slowly and rhythmically, trying to restore the cradle to its original stability. At the same time, she leaned down slightly, put her mouth close to the baby's ear, and hummed the familiar and soothing lullaby softly. Her voice was gentle and firm, and every note seemed to be fighting against the evil power, trying to dispel the shadow of fear surrounding the baby, using her love and courage to build a solid protective barrier for this weak life, not letting the demon in the dark have a chance to take advantage, so that the baby can continue to sleep in the arms of dreams at this dangerous moment.