Sorry to keep you waiting, Captain.
You want me to meet someone?
Well, who is this person?
A type you've never met before.
Captain,
they've all been like that.
I'm used to new types.
Here's a question for you.
What is the most powerful animal in history?
Is this a serious question?
Clearly, you don't mean Yujiro Hanma.
Siberian tigers? Lions? What's this about anyway?
Not the most powerful on Earth. The most powerful in history.
Huh? What kind of game is this?
Answer the question.
You mean like dinosaurs? Mammoths?
It's a dinosaur.
What's the most powerful dinosaur?
Captain...
Just answer the question.
A T-Rex?
I think it's called "Tyrannosaurus."
You know I can't read English.
Who's this?
A man stronger than a T-Rex.
In fact, I'd call him a "male."
That's... that's a dinosaur, isn't it?
Isn't it a T-Rex?
The dynamite must have exposed it.
Salt rock is a good preserver,
but it's been preserved in unbelievably excellent condition.
And that's a human.
Yeah, there's no doubt about that.
But how can this be explained?
Does it even matter?
It's just like it looks.
Were humans even around in that era?
Does that even matter?
Clearly, this human lived then.
It looks like he's attacking the T-Rex.
But
considering its size, that's just not possible.
It's likely this is his intense reaction to being attacked.
Even if that's true, he's got a heck of a lot of guts.
What do we do now?
This is an incredible find.
First, we'll contact HQ.
I truly appreciate your unearthing of this incredible find.
To be honest, it's making me tremble.
Thank you, sir.
We're not exactly sure what to think of this discovery either.
I agree.
We've always believed humans first appeared seven million years ago.
Who'd have thought it would be pushed back to the Jurassic period.
It goes without saying, but this cannot be made public.
This would run roughshod over present-day theories.
The impact it would have is too great.
Information about this must only gradually be made public.
We're gonna revive him, right?
Don't be ridiculous, Allen!
This isn't like giving mouth-to-mouth by a pool.
Uh, is that sort of thing even possible?
In the year 2000,
while in New Mexico, Professor Russel Breland discovered
tiny drops of water in a piece of salt rock from 250 million years ago.
After very carefully extracting them,
he found that they were seawater from 250 million years ago.
What's more,
microorganisms from back then had been perfectly preserved.
He placed them in the ideal environment,
administering the perfect nutrition, stimulation and temperature.
Then, 120 days later,
every last one of them was revived.
You mean they hadn't died?
Of course, they couldn't be described as alive.
But they hadn't died either.
They had been waiting for the ideal conditions,
for 250 million years.
It was the salt.
The strong salt in the 1,000-meter-thick salt rock layer
protected the microorganisms from the inescapable force of time.
Meaning it's theoretically possible
to bring Pickle here back to life.
Allen!
Reviving life is the realm of God.
Treat it with more respect.
Those were amoebas. This is a human.
They're basically as different as a bicycle and a space shuttle.
That is an appropriate comparison.
But how will you make up the difference between them?
Naturally, with this and this.
Otherwise, a space shuttle and a bicycle are both just kinds of vehicles.
Today is Day 91
of Professor Payne's Pickle revival project.
A massive number of pulse electrodes have been attached to Pickle.
And since Pickle lived during the Jurassic period,
the temperature in the lab has been adjusted accordingly.
It's hot.
Pickle is immersed in a solution that closely resembles his bodily fluids.
And this device perfectly mimics the cycle of the tides
and the tempo that is the mother of all life.
But none of this has awakened Pickle.
The test is a failure.
Yuck.
I'd sure love some steak.
I'll be the first human...
in fact, the first being in history...
I'll be the first male to eat a T-Rex!
Impossible...
The muscle tissue of the T-Rex
and the tissue found in his stomach match.
There's only one thing this can mean.
Pickle preyed on the T-Rex!
The thing weighs over ten tons, so just this little bit...
Two hundred grams won't be missed.
A Tyrannosaurus steak!
Hmm... Is this like beef?
No, maybe lamb?
Or maybe like the whale I had in Japan?
Anyway, it is a little stringy, but it's actually pretty good.
After awakening from his long sleep of 200 million years,
the man sat stunned.
What he saw was a profoundly mysterious sight.
Straight lines running vertically.
A wall covered in bright lights.
Circles. Transparent objects.
Everything he laid eyes on
was something that hadn't existed a short time ago to him.
Surrounded in mystery,
there was only one thing he recognized.
A smell.
Yes, this was something he knew.
And it was coming from down that path.
Huh?
In an emergency, humans don't think.
A massive number of thoughts occur all at once in no specific order.
Pickle!
He's giant!
He woke up?! But he didn't after all we did!
He knows I stole part of the T-Rex!
What a beast!
My only weapon is a box cutter. Impossible! I'll never win!
I'll die instantly, no matter what my weapon is!
But there is a gun in the drawer.
Could I win with a gun?
I don't think I could!
Impossible! It's obvious!
He'll punch me in an instant!
He doesn't know what a gun is!
Of course he does. He's a savage!
No way! He's putting the whole 150 grams in his mouth at once?!
What's more, he didn't even chew.
He's looking! With hostility?
Wait. What? What's he doing?
Does he think I'm food?
He doesn't think I'm his enemy!
Or maybe I'm not suitable to be food.
He knows I'd taste disgusting.
Thank goodness!
But also kinda humiliating.
But just in case...
Just in case.
As the representative of civilized humans,
I'll make one thing clear to this guy.
Wait a sec. What's this guy doing anyway?
Is he looking for something?
Wait. Why's he looking at me like that?
What?! He's mad. He growled?
Wait! Just a moment!
What is it? Tell me. Tell me!
What do you want? What is it?
Stop! Hold it right there!
Stop! Pickle, stop!
This is a handgun! Okay? You know?
There's no way he understands!
Should I shoot? Where though?
At his feet!
That'll scare him!
What?!
The gun, a product of civilization,
was fired three times into his bare flesh.
It... it's your own fault!
The 9mm bullets were not up to the task of piercing
the abdominal muscles of the Jurassic fighter, Pickle.
For Allen, who was still in shock,
this was the night's greatest shock.
This is insane!
Why am I alone?
Why am I alone at night in a lab?!
It's a sci-fi horror flick!
It's over. My life ends here.
Wait, is he
demanding something?
That's it. He's making a demand.
He wants something.
He wants me to do something.
In any case, he's not going to kill--
I forgot
that he's
like a savage beast.
That I could be killed, even if he's just playing.
At any rate, I've got to get there.
I'll escape into here.
Hurry. I've got to hurry.
I'm too late.
What?!
Wait a second.
Did I just trap him?
You confined him?
I can understand why you're surprised.
But it's all true.
The fact that Pickle was revived
and that he was ultimately imprisoned in the freezer.
And it must have been you who called this ridiculous crowd.
Yes, that was my decision.
What did you expect them to do?
You'll understand once you see him.
What will I understand?
Those five police cars are definitely not an overreaction.
Such a fool.
With all due respect,
when it comes to knowledge of Pickle,
I now know more than you do, Professor.
Bullets bounce off of his body.
Besides that, he threw the bullets back and pierced my shoulder.
Even a major-league pitcher couldn't do that!
I can't even be sure five police cars is enough.
That doesn't really matter now.
Huh?
Sorry.
We've checked the building's floor plans and located the freezer.
We're going to storm it now,
but it's possible we may have to give up on capturing him alive.
What? Wait, you can't mean that.
You'll never succeed.
Who are you?
I'm Albert Payne.
Of all places,
I never imagined I would meet a Nobel laureate here.
- I am-- - Save the introductions for later.
I say this for your own good.
Request that the army be brought in immediately.
I don't mean to defy a Nobel laureate,
but I was told there is only one perpetrator.
He may have the strength and stamina of a wild beast,
but that is all he is.
When did this beast turn into King Kong?
I thought about how I should describe the man.
But King Kong
is certainly an appropriate comparison.
Contact HQ.
Request backup. Twenty men...
No, 30!
Contact the army immediately!
It's an emergency!
It's enraged.
His reason for living,
his food,
and his pride...
He has become enraged that his rival
has been stolen from him.
The police informed the army that an armed terrorist had entered
the nuclear waste isolation plant.
The army was actually quite happy to be deployed.
That's because
it was the perfect opportunity to test out
a new weapon that was still under development.
Your false report of an armed terrorist in a nuclear site
is unforgivable.
But now that I see the situation,
he definitely has the destructive power of a suicide bomber.
But even if he is on par with King Kong,
he's unarmed.
Why don't you just shoot and kill him?
You're exactly right,
but there isn't time now to explain.
There's only one thing that's certain.
That man is a treasure to the entire human race.
That naked barbarian is, in a certain respect,
more valuable than the president of any country.
You, too, are a treasure of the human race.
Since you are a Nobel laureate, I will accept your request.
We will capture him without harming him!
The Multi-Purpose Battle Machine, MPBM,
will be officially deployed next year.
To reach this point, the operator spent the last two and a half years
using it for everything in his daily life.
Thanks to that, he can use it to do absolutely anything.
He could lead several lions around by the nose,
destroy military vehicles,
or even knit with it.
But why doesn't he leave that place?
He's defending something.
Defending what?
Most likely...
"Most likely"?
Probably...
"Probably"?
His era.
"Era"?
What era, Professor Payne?
You see...
What era, Professor?
He's defending his era...
"His era"?
From our era.
He smashed the armor plate with a punch!
You gotta be kiddin' me!
His neck!
The hell with capturing him alive!
He's gonna kill me!
His neck!
What?
Is this even possible?
The thing taking on the armed forces of the world,
in fact, the most powerful army of all, the US Armed Forces,
is a single beast?
A single living being is taking them on?
We're using the latest tanks.
We're using military helicopters.
We're using armed troops.
Is that acceptable?
Captain, it's in sight now.
Of course it's not.
Stop.
I'll be back in a minute.
What? Captain!
The soldier felt ashamed as he walked among the grisly sight.
He saw that modern weapons were frail in the face of a powerful person.
As a soldier well versed in weaponry...
As a man,
and as a male,
a feeling beyond respect grew within him.
For the first time since Pickle had awakened,
he saw eyes that held no enmity.
I want to know more about you.
Naturally, he didn't understand words.
Even so, there was communication.
Let's go
to where there are others like you.
To Japan.
Pickle is headed for Japan.