Ultra: This Godzilla Just Wants to Lie Down and Mix It Up

The day he dressed as a Godzilla cub, experts around the world went crazy. They call me "Twilight of the Gods", the most powerful doomsday weapon. But I, Wang Xiaoming, only care about whether the canteen will fry the chicken legs today. Human beings built an ecological island for me, and I teased the breeders every day: "Work hard, and I will feed you." Until the lava monster and the red giant fought and destroyed half the city. The humans cried and begged me to take action, and I reluctantly breathed fire while holding the potato chips in my mouth. The lava monster evaporated instantly, and Ultraman was petrified on the spot. I picked up the wreckage of the police car on the ground and said, "Can this be reimbursed? I want to drive a real car for fun." The day Global Special Forces gave me my roster, I became the first Godzilla in history to receive a salary. "Five social insurances and one housing fund are paid, and the drumstick tube is enough." I lay down at the base with my toy car in my arms.