The setting sun was like a fire, shining red light on a bridge connecting the land and the sea, seeming to turn Nezu Masachika's white hair into a fiery red color.
At this moment, the twilight old man was hunched over, panting and talking to the soldiers guarding the first line of defense leading to the TPC headquarters base. He hoped that they would call the Victory Team again. He really had something important to do with the Victory Team. explain.
The soldiers in the police station had actually become impatient for a long time. If the old man in front of him hadn't looked like he was about to collapse at the slightest breeze, he would have been replaced by a young and strong man.
In the end, the team leader had no choice but to make an internal call to the Victory Team. Otherwise, what if this old man, who was panting heavily when he spoke, got excited and was here, but there was no guarantee that the Victory Team would come out. After all, they were very busy.
After the team leader made the phone call, he advised the old man to go back first. After all, it was so late, the sun was going down, and the victory team members must have rested. It was better to go back first, make an appointment online, and wait until the pass was obtained before coming in or... .
While he was persuading, there was a clear roar of an engine from behind. When he looked back, he saw an orange-painted car driving quickly on the bridge. In a blink of an eye, it was in front of him. There were GUTS printed on the car body and four huge ones. The letters tell everyone that this is the exclusive armed vehicle of the Victory Team - the Sherlock Car.
The ultra-high-speed special car braked suddenly and stopped firmly in front of Nezu Masaki. Then the driver's door opened, and Shinjo with a gloomy face roared angrily: "Are you Nezu? The Nezu who created Zelda ?”
After he finished speaking, he saw that the other person was actually a gray-haired old man. His hunched body looked particularly weak. His tone softened a lot and he said, "You said you know about that strange bird?"
Nejin nodded and said, "It's called Silla!"
Horii, who came down from the passenger cab, asked suspiciously: "How do you know its name?"
"Because it is my daughter Asami's pet." Nezu Masaki said, thinking of that day twenty years ago, at the 'Zilda' press conference. He received countless doubts, and the pale 'Zilda' He was extremely frustrated because he did not receive any understanding or support for his words about a promising future.
So Nezu Masashi was going to go home, rest for a while, and spend his birthday with his daughter before continuing to explore. He told his daughter the good news at the public phone outside the press conference. Asami on the phone smiled very happily, extremely happy and expectant. I hope my father will come back.
But...
When his mood had improved a lot because of his daughter's laughter, he heard Asami's panicked shouting "Silla, run" from the other end of the phone, followed by a "rumbling" explosion, and then everything It fell silent, leaving only the beep coming from the receiver! beep! 'The call was interrupted. No matter how he called, Asami's voice could no longer be heard.
He knew clearly that something was happening to his daughter on the other end of the phone, but he couldn't do anything. He could not forget the pain and despair to this day. Every time he thought of it, his heart hurt like a needle pricking him.
Nezu Masachika fell into painful memories, but Horii and Shinjo looked at each other, and saw shock and confusion in each other's eyes. How could pet birds and monsters, these two unrelated things, be connected together? .
"Is he..." Horii knocked on his head and winked at Xincheng. Xincheng nodded in agreement, thinking that this should be the case.
The old man in front of me speaks in an extremely weak voice and breathes loudly like a bellows. He looks about seventy or eighty years old. However, according to the information, Nezu Masachika is not yet sixty years old. It can be seen that in the past twenty years, , he definitely had a bad life.
Thinking about it, his career and family were completely wiped out with that explosion, and he himself was imprisoned. The combination of so many factors is more than enough to defeat a person.
This made Shinjo's hatred for Nezu Masachika fade a lot, and turned more into sympathy. 빨녕 bⅹш ⅹС〇●С〇м 녕
Nezu took a breath for a while, suppressed the sad memories in his heart, and then said: "Sheila watched Mami being swallowed up by the sea of fire caused by Zilda, so it must hate Zilda very much, and its target is Zilda. reaches the center and it wants to destroy the Zilda kept there.”
"You...what did you say?" Horii felt like he was listening to a fantasy story. The owner died, and the surviving pet bird spent twenty years upgrading, and then came out to destroy the items that caused the owner's death. Listening to this story It's very unscientific.
How did a pet bird no bigger than a fist turn into a 62-meter-long, 40,000-ton monster?
Faced with Horii's question, Nezu Masachika couldn't answer. According to the boy with the strange ability, when Asami woke up, Shira had become very big. She was lying on the side of the magma lake, constantly absorbing the energy of the magma. It continued to grow bigger day by day, until it turned into a giant monster over sixty meters tall. As for why it became so big, Asami didn't know, but Masachika Nezu thought it might have something to do with Zilda.
Horii was noncommittal about Nezu Masachika's speculation, but the common sense of scientists told him that this was impossible. The evolution of living things has rules and limits. Earthworms cannot evolve into the size of a python, and pet birds cannot grow in just a short time. In twenty years, it turned into a monster tens of meters tall.
But as soon as Horii denied this conjecture in his heart, he thought of Ryosuke. He relied on Ebron cells to switch back and forth between a person over one meter tall and a giant monster fifty or sixty meters tall, which took humans hundreds of years. The established biological system was rubbing wantonly under the feet.
And that... Tiga can't be explained by existing human science either, so maybe Silla...maybe...that's really the case...
While Horii was lost in thought, Nezu Masaki coughed heavily again and gasped: "I don't know what method Shila wants to use to destroy Zelda, but it will definitely go to the Zelda Center again. , until..."
Before he finished speaking, the PDI on Xincheng's waist rang. He quickly took it out and opened it. Yerui's anxious voice came from the PDI: "Come back quickly, that strange bird flew out of Qianjian Mountain, anti-aircraft particles. The artillery interception failed, the captain asked you to attack immediately."
"Understood!" Xincheng immediately closed the PDI. He didn't even have time to say a word to Nezu, and hurried to the Sherlock car. He and Horii drove to the headquarters base as fast as possible, preparing to use the Feiyan to intercept this Just blame the bird.
"Sheila, it..." Nezu heard the voice coming from the PDI himself and hurriedly ran towards the black car he came in.
At this time, only a little bit of the setting sun in the distance was still on the sea level, and the blood-like afterglow dyed the sea water red....샷요 요
