'Tutu Tutu'

The engine at the stern of the ship was roaring, pushing the propeller to turn rapidly, driving the magnificent sea, Chiba Makoto stood on the deck, not to admire the cleaving waves, but to look back at the smaller and smaller Kura Island.

There will be no monsters there to destroy the lives of the people on the island, and they can continue to live and work in peace and contentment, and let the children run around the island without worrying about encountering monsters; The miners don't have to worry about encountering monsters, they can go down the mine with peace of mind, dig rocks and earn money to exchange for food on the dinner table and new clothes and toys for the children.

TPC can straighten its waist and proudly announce: This operation eliminated two monsters in one fell swoop, TPC has the ability to protect the safety of humans, please believe in TPC...

Everyone is happy.

This is the eternal and unchanging law of nature - the weak eat the strong, the strong occupy all resources, and the weak will be swallowed to the point that there will be no bones left.

Human beings are at the top of the food chain on this planet, their likes and dislikes can determine the fate of the creatures below, and the ferocious animals are destined to fail to gain the favor and recognition of humans, such as Erha can run around, can wolves?

Since a long time ago, human beings have been continuously exterminating the fierce beasts that threaten the survival around the habitat, and with this process, human beings gradually spread to all parts of the world, until the advent of the age of firearms, so that human beings no longer need to fear fierce beasts, and even killed them into rare animals, jackals, tigers and leopards have obtained the qualification to be put in cages for protection.

And the monster obviously does not have any characteristics to be protected, even if Gakuma lived on Jiuliang Island a long time ago, but the moment humans arrived on Jiuliang Island, the two sides were destined to collide, and only the victor could live like in Jiuliang Island.

Even if Gakuma is not wiped out by the Victory Team, he will be wiped out by other organizations in the future, and perhaps only when humans realize that they are not the only inhabitants of the earth, and that the monsters also have the right to live, will anyone want to protect these monsters who have lived on the earth for a long time.

After writing the last word on the manuscript paper, Makoto Chiba, who was sitting at the desk, put down his pen and looked at his first press release, and couldn't help but sigh, the trip to Kuliang Island brought him a lot of feelings.

Is Gakuma really innocent? Perhaps, but there is no polite sitting in row and dividing the fruits of survival, it is all a life-and-death scramble, those who win live, and those who lose don't want to save their lives.

The struggle between humans is still cruel, how can there be excess compassion for foreign objects, and from the moment Gakuma kills humans, his fate has been decided.

TPC is not Gauss's eyes, no one awakens sympathy for monsters, and no one agrees to take taxpayers' money to renovate an island for monsters to live in, and what about Gauss's world, in the end, it is not necessary to send monsters to an alien planet in order for them to live in peace.

Even if TPC has the relevant technology and equipment, there is no second planet similar to the Earth's environment for monsters to survive.

It can only be said that Gakuma was not born in Gauss's world, where they would definitely be appeased by Gauss and then protected by Eyes, and in this world, there is no room for them to live.

Makoto Chiba shook his head, throwing the mixed thoughts out of his mind, he still had a lot to do, and there was no time to be sad about the vanished creature.

He handed the press release and the washed out photos to Onoda and asked him to forward them to the newspaper. He is just an external special reporter, to put it bluntly, he is a name, he gets a press card, and he can conduct news interviews.

There is no need to clock in from 9 to 5, because there is no place for him at all, the only relationship between the two parties is that he provides news and manuscripts to the newspaper, and the newspaper pays him accordingly.

But in this way, Chiba Makoto is already very satisfied, as long as he can barely support himself, he needs a lot of time to exercise and familiarize himself with Diga's ability, and he can't waste it in the office and on the way to the company.

In his previous life, he hadn't even fought a few times, and in the future, if he had to fight to the death again and again, he had to change his identity as soon as possible, and let himself learn to 'fight' and kill himself.

After becoming Tiga, a lot of battle information appeared in his mind: gathering energy to emit light, transforming into different forms by converting the energy in his body, etc., but knowing the 'strategy' does not mean that you can master the relevant skills, and even combine different skills to use.

It takes a long time of repeated practice, and even actual combat again and again, to upgrade these combat skills and techniques to the realm of 'no sword in your hand, a sword in your heart', as well as melee combat.

So after returning from Kura Island, I finished writing a press release overnight, and early in the morning, Chiba Makoto got up, bought a sandbag and hung it in the yard, and began to follow the actions in the 'memory', punching and kicking at the sandbag.

He also made a table, running five kilometers every day to exercise physical strength, beating sandbags to practice boxing and kicking, and if there was an opportunity (gold) or (money), he would learn some swordsmanship, boxing or something.

There's no way, you don't have money these days, and you can't even enter the door of the martial arts hall, not to mention that the martial arts hall is not necessarily a martial artist, the possibility of a liar is greater, and it is not generally difficult to find someone with real materials.

Thinking of this, Chiba Makoto's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a person, no, a ghost, Ida Jinglong who suppressed the souls of the dead in the mountains, that guy is not an ordinary person. A ruthless character who walks the rivers and lakes with one person and one sword, I don't know how many demons and monsters he has killed, and he can still use his soul and sword to suppress the ghost for hundreds of years when he dies, he definitely has real skills.

But after thinking about the ghost, Chiba Makoto decisively chose to continue hammering sandbags, that guy is not easy to mess with, don't look for abuse as a rookie, first master Diga's own ability, and then talk about advanced things, so ambitious, don't put yourself in it again.

I was sweating profusely, and when I heard someone shouting outside, I turned my head to see that Onoda Yuhiko was sitting in the car waving two pieces of paper, greeting him, and quickly took the towel on the side and wiped it twice and ran over.

Before I could get closer, I heard Onoda Yuhiko say, "Your photo has been adopted, the money has been credited to your account, the press release has been returned, come on next time." ”

"Alas!" Chiba Makoto took the results of two or three hours of hard work and sighed, "I thought I wrote well." ”

"It's good for a newbie to be able to write like this, polish it, and barely be able to adopt it, but you have a problem with your idea."

"What's the problem?" Chiba Makoto hurriedly asked, it's better to give yourself feedback on what went wrong, it's better than just saying that there was a mistake but not saying what went wrong.