The Powerful Bald Man Fights Ultraman Tiga

Microscopic Lumberjacks and Macroscopic Guardians The engine of the pickup truck roared in the dusk of Gou Xiong Ridge. Bald Qiang drove with one hand, while the other hand tightly grasped the rectangular metal box lying across his knees. The low temperature on the surface of the box caused a thin layer of frost to form on his gloves. The red warning light on the side flashed regularly with the bumps of the motorcycle, illuminating his three-day unshaved beard and bloodshot eyes. The box contained no ordinary logging tools. Twelve hours ago, he was worrying about this month's lumber indicators, until an anonymous email appeared in the inbox of his old computer. The subject of the email has only one line: "Prototype machine for application of strong interaction force materials - TS-00 chain saw, trial period is one day, consequences are at your own risk." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.