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But this is the sky of the Meta Realm. It seems endless and vast, but it is actually a collapsed and closed space.
So it fled to an infinite height, and no matter how fast it was, it actually stayed where it was - just like a dark cloud suspended in the air above Meta's territory.
Light energy gathers in Gaia's hands, and quantum streamlines are released.
The quantum-level rays tore through the dark clouds, which only resisted for less than half a second before vanishing in the incredibly large quantum torrent.
The rays of light once again spread across the earth.
Chapter 297: Selling Cell Phones
At the TAC team headquarters, Yamanaka was closing his eyes to kill time. He opened his eyes inadvertently and saw Beidou reading a book opposite him.
I thought it was some professional book, but when I looked closely it turned out to be a magazine.
"What, Beidou, are you still looking at this kind of thing? I thought it was Nan... Noriko."
Beidou looked up when he heard that.
He knew that what Yamanaka wanted to talk about at first was Nan Xizi.
Girls all like to read magazines, and Nan Xizi is no exception. In the past, she would pile up some magazines and books on the conference table. Generally speaking, as long as it did not affect work, Captain Long would not have any objection.
Cosmetics, some clothing and bags are no different from the hobbies of ordinary 18 or 19-year-old girls.
Really, you can't tell at all that she's not from Earth.
Yamanaka thought it was taboo to mention Minami Yuko in front of him, so he changed his words. Everyone in the TAC team thought so.
But in fact, Beidou has been able to deal with this fact very well.
Yes, this is already true. Nan Xizi will not come back.
Like Princess Kaguya, an angel descended from the Moon Palace to the human world, they were lucky enough to meet and know each other.
So it wasn't a taboo, it was a good memory for Beidou.
The captain and Konno were not there, and Yoshimura went to the training ground for practice, so the command room was a little empty.
As a biologist and folklorist, Yoshimura often went to the battlefield, but his marksmanship was not very good.
When I was first selected to join the team, I could miss the target with a pistol at 15 meters, no matter how many rings I got. I was almost like a civilian who had never touched a gun. So I would take the initiative to go to the shooting range to practice. Now, after more than a year, although I am not as good as a sharpshooter like Yamanaka, at least I can handle ordinary battles.
"No, I'm just looking around."
"Just take a look?" Yamanaka walked to Beidou and saw the cover of the magazine clearly.
"MFC, oh, that's the magazine that the reporter from a few days ago worked for. Let me take a look."
I went to the mountains to see, and sure enough, the magazine contained the report about the gas monster that day.
"'Reporter Shibata Ichi interviewed the scene. The threat is not far away. The heroic figure of the TAC team fighting on the front line'. Ha, it's well written." Yamanaka read a paragraph. "Although the interview was published without the consent of the propaganda department, the officials above will also like to read this."
Most journalists always like to find faults with officials to attract attention, because the public likes this. It is quite rare to see people actively speaking out in a positive way.
"But Beidou, why is it your picture hanging there? And such a close-up."
In addition to the monster, the largest page of the report was a frontal photo of Beidou.
"Oh, he took a picture of me by accident."
"Are you being careless?"
I accidentally smiled so brightly, I must be kidding.
"'Without trying to the end, Ultraman will not appear - said Team TAC member Beidou. Humans have hope and endless possibilities. This is the light that belongs to humans.' Beidou, did you really say that?"
"Probably." Beidou didn't remember if he really said that.
"But this reporter is really good. Maybe he is a fan of our TAC team." Yamanaka was a little proud. After all, he was praised and had such a large space in his article. It was indeed an honorable thing.
The circulation of MFC magazine is among the best in Tokyo.
"That's not necessarily true." Noriko suddenly interrupted, "I've heard of this reporter before."
"Heard of him? A famous person?"
"Maybe, but it's not a good name. His name is Shibata Ichi, right? He used to be a reporter for Daiichi Citizens' News Agency's JAPAN NOW. He liked to report political scandals, but later he became a grudge against by some bigwigs."
"Big man?"
"Members of Parliament, or the cabinet." Noriko said lightly. As a TAC team independent of the military, they were indeed not very sensitive to this kind of thing.
"So newspapers didn't dare to hire him, so he resigned and went out on his own. He liked to secretly photograph celebrities' private lives and extort money when he found any gossip."
"Extortion?" Beidou really couldn't imagine that the man who said he believed in the light of mankind was once such a person.
"But Noriko, how did you know that?"
"There was a lot of trouble a while ago. Don't you guys watch the news?"
Some celebrities could not bear the blackmail and chose to take the case to court in anger.
But obviously, the one wearing shoes cannot beat the one with bare feet. The star almost lost his career, while Shibata is still a freelance journalist.
If human resentment could be condensed into a curse, then Shibata would have long been a man entangled by countless curses.
But at least, after receiving the extortion money, Shibata would hand over the photos and negatives and never keep the backup copies for himself.
This bit of "professional ethics" saved him from being sunk in Tokyo Bay in a fit of rage.
After all, for most people, things that can be solved with money are the most convenient and have no side effects. Money is dirty enough, and it is not worth using even dirtier means.
Hokuto and Yamanaka would not care about celebrity gossip, so they had no impression of the name Shibata Ichi. As for Noriko, isn't it natural for women to like gossip?
That was Shibata who was completely different from Beidou's impression, he was simply another person.
When Captain Long and Konno came back, they found the atmosphere in the command room a little strange. When he learned the reason, he didn't take it seriously.
"People change all the time. It's not surprising."
Just like him, he never thought about being the captain of TAC in the past, but was forced to do it. Long read the magazine report and thought it was well written.
When he and Konno came back, they were holding some colorful boxes in their hands. Even Dr. Kiji came with them.
"This is a new product sponsored by a company to our TAC company."
"sponsor?"
Yamanaka doesn’t quite understand. Doesn’t TAC refuse to accept sponsorship?
"It's the Oshima Group."
That being said, there is no doubt in the mountains.
"I think it is really useful equipment. We at TAC may continue to purchase it in the future."
This is one of the reasons why Captain Long accepted it. The person who came to contact was not Lingye himself, but someone from the company. After they demonstrated the functions of the equipment, Long felt that their TAC could really use it.
It is actually very common for a company to promote its new products to the military in the name of donation or trial.
However, most companies are aware of the technological gap between themselves and the research and development departments within TAC, so few companies would seek out their TAC team to humiliate themselves.
This is a unique time when a sale is successfully made.
It wasn't just because the company that came was named Oshima, Long discovered that the equipment was indeed quite useful.
"So this is some kind of technological device? What is it?" Beidou asked curiously.
It's not common to be able to provide equipment to the TAC team, which is their concentration of black technology.
He had no doubt that Ling also mastered advanced technology. If she was willing to teach humans, she could produce so much of this kind.
Even if it is the technology of level three or level four civilization, she has too many ways to obtain it if she wants.
It's just that this may not be suitable for direct delivery to humans. She did this in the past and never thought of intervening in human development.
"It's called a mobile phone." Captain Long said, unpacking a box and taking out a device slightly larger than the palm of his hand.
Because Kainar provided more concise and convenient technology and processes, and also provided several key processing equipment for the materialization of spiritual power (void creation), all difficulties were no longer difficult.
The phone went into production much earlier than expected.
A batch of trial machines has been produced in batches and is ready to be put on the market. The number is not large, only 5,000 units.
The ones given to TAC were specially made.
And because of the confidentiality requirements of TAC's work, the satellite connected is not the one belonging to Oshima Company, but the interface matches that of TAC's military's own satellite.
A network isolated from Lingye's "Internet Plan".
"This is a visual communicator with many functions. It can take photos and videos during on-site surveys and transmit them in real time. It also has many other functions such as a compass and measuring tools."
Ling also always felt that TAC was already science fiction enough, and video calls should be a standard feature of this type of science fiction. After all, it was a technology that had been realized in the early 21st century. Wearing a helmet and calling the headquarters into the headset was a bit too silly.
Alice had not written the video call program for 'Qiuqiu', it was written by Kainaer. In the special machine for TAC, the video call option was directly embedded in the call interface.
In addition, the functions of the mobile phone are actually open. It is just a platform to which apps can be added at any time. The factory settings are just the most basic blank slate, and any required functions can be added later.
A genius idea. This is Dr. Mukaji's evaluation. After playing with the phone for a while, he soon discovered the infinite possibilities of this device.
In a small bungalow in Nerima Ward, Tokyo, Shibata was eating instant noodles.
"Yi-chan, I want to eat that too."
The person who was speaking was his daughter, Shibata Tsugumi. Ever since his wife died in a car accident, he and his daughter have been the only ones left to depend on each other.
"Instant noodles are not nutritious. Eat the eggs and vegetables properly. Also, don't call me Yijiang. It's rude. Call me daddy."
Thrush peeled the egg unhappily. Boiled eggs had no taste, and she didn't like them very much.
The girl is eight years old, at primary school age, and has two pigtails.
That was stabbed by Tugumi herself. Shibata Ichiko doesn't have such skills.
But Thrush's expression soon improved.
"I read your latest report."
"Ah."
Shibata didn't say anything, but took a deep sip of the noodles, which were soaked in soup and sizzled. The soup splashed on the table. Usually, Tugumi would have scolded him, but she didn't mind this time.
“It’s written much better than before.”
"How come you can recognize all the characters in just the second grade?"
The eight-year-old Thrush is indeed only in the second grade, but perhaps because her father is a writer, she has loved reading since she was a child, starting with picture books, and now she can recognize a lot of words.