Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Inside the TPC observation point, Sawai gazed at Seven's almost obsessive slaughter on the screen, sighed softly, her tone filled with complex emotions and understanding: "Oh dear."

"Seven is really angry." On the screen, the crimson figure continued to traverse the battlefield, his red face blending seamlessly with the markings on his body. Every strike he made was imbued with undeniable fury, showing no mercy whatsoever. Sawai knew the source of this fury all too well, and understood why Seven had lost control like this.

But it's also because he truly loves humanity. From a very long time ago, Seven has always been by humanity's side, witnessing their growth and suffering. He doesn't act as a superior guardian, but as a partner, always keeping humanity's safety in his heart. This profound love far surpasses that of other Ultra Warriors, and it also gives him the most extreme anger towards invaders who harm humanity.

Given the shady dealings of the Crow People—abducting humans as slaves, torturing and slaughtering their own kind, their methods were despicable and cruel. It would be a miracle if Seven didn't become a sensation with such acts of trampling on life and harming those he cherished. Looking at Seven's merciless appearance on the screen, Sawai felt nothing but sighs.

This is Seven, the Ultraman who always puts humanity first and is willing to become a killer to protect this bond. He is undoubtedly the Ultraman who loves humanity the most.

Thinking of this, a gentle light appeared in Sawai's eyes, and she silently added in her heart: As expected of my childhood idol. This respect, which has been hidden in my heart for many years, has never diminished with the passage of time. On the contrary, it has become even stronger after witnessing Seven's rage for humanity.

Of course, Sawai would never tell anyone these thoughts. As a core member of TPC, he needed to maintain a calm and proper demeanor at all times. If people knew that he was showing such personal admiration for Ultraman, it would inevitably seem inappropriate and might even cause unnecessary gossip.

Otherwise, problems could easily arise. Sawai snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to the screen, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips—getting Dan Moroboshi's autograph was enough for him now; this small satisfaction was enough to be treasured in his heart as the most sincere tribute to his childhood idol.

On the screen, Seven had cleared the last area of ​​the Crowmen. The crimson on his face was fading, but he still stood in the center of the battlefield, silently guarding the land he loved. Sawai nodded gently, his conviction growing stronger: it was humanity's fortune to have such a warrior protecting the Earth.

As the smoke of battle gradually dissipated, the crimson aura around Seven faded, his eyes returned to calm, and his form slowly shrank back to Dan Moroboshi, quietly disappearing into the shadows. Tiga also deactivated his transformation, and Daigo strode quickly towards the Yukikaze. Meanwhile, the EDF soldiers began clearing the battlefield, collecting the weapons and remains of the Crow People.

Although Seven and Cui Ming's mopping-up operation was almost complete, there were still some prisoners—mostly Raven soldiers who had been stunned by artillery fire or forcibly subdued. At this moment, they were bound by EDF soldiers and collapsed on the ground, their eyes filled with terror and despair, not even having the courage to raise their heads.

Seeing the prisoners, a hint of amusement flashed in Cui Ming's eyes. He casually tossed his stained entrenching tool to a soldier beside him, clapped his hands, and spoke with a touch of anticipation. For him, what followed was his favorite part: the interrogation. Compared to the exhilaration of direct combat, the process of extracting information from prisoners brought a different kind of sense of control.

Moreover, the target is a race like the Ravenfolk, so there's absolutely no need to worry. They are universally hated throughout the universe, the kind of people the entire cosmos wouldn't give them a friendly look. Weak in strength yet ambitious, they have no real combat power of their own, but they are keen on kidnapping other races to be enslaved. Their methods are despicable and arrogant, and they have already made countless enemies throughout the universe, making them unwelcome wherever they go.

"Bring him here." Cui Ming gestured with his chin towards the soldier, his gaze falling on a trembling crow-man prisoner. The prisoner was dragged forward by the soldier, his legs weak and almost unable to stand, his eyes darting away, avoiding Cui Ming's gaze. He knew that falling into the hands of humans, especially the human before him who had just used a hammer and shovel to harvest the lives of his companions, would not end well for him.

Cui Ming crouched down, reached out and pinched the raven-man's chin, forcing it to look up. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable sense of oppression: "Tell me, how many of your kind are still on your home planet? Besides Earth, which other planets have you set your sights on?" Without any unnecessary preamble, he cut straight to the core issue. He had no patience to deal with these invaders.

The crow-man trembled, uttering incoherent whimpers, clearly still hesitant. The amusement in Cui Ming's eyes vanished instantly. He tightened his grip, almost crushing the crow-man's jaw. "Don't waste my time." His icy tone was devoid of warmth; past interrogation experience told him that dealing with this cowardly tribe, a hardline approach was far more effective than persuasion.

Not far away, Dan Moroboshi silently watched this scene without intervening. He already harbored deep hatred for the Crow People and naturally didn't care what methods Choi Ming used for interrogation. As long as he could obtain useful information from these prisoners and completely eradicate the Crow People's threat, that was enough. The EDF soldiers were already used to Choi Ming's interrogation methods and stood by expressionlessly, preventing the prisoners from resisting.

Cui Ming increased the pressure on his fingers, watching the fear and struggle in the eyes of the crow-man prisoner before him without the slightest hesitation. His interrogations were never drawn-out negotiations, but rather direct and forceful exploitation. With a few threats and his past understanding of the crow-man race, he quickly uncovered key information—the orange-eyed ordinary soldier only knew basic combat commands and weapon operation, and was completely ignorant of the race's core technology.

In just a few minutes, Cui Ming finished interrogating the prisoner, casually pushing him to a soldier beside him, his tone curt: "Useless thing, take him away and keep him under guard." He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the remaining prisoners on the ground, his eyes sharp as an eagle, quickly identifying his targets. The interrogation had already made it clear that the red-eyed crow people, as the upper echelons of their race, possessed far more technology and intelligence than the orange-eyed soldiers. Whether it was the core principles of the shrinking gun, the defensive deployment of their home planet, or other potential invasion plans, they were most likely hidden in the minds of the red-eyed crow people.

Fortunately, during the headcount, it was discovered that several red-eyed crowmen were still alive. They had either been captured after being stunned by artillery fire or had been subdued during the resistance. Although they were also bound at this moment, there was still a hint of resentment and vigilance in their eyes, which was completely different from the pure fear of the orange-eyed soldiers.

With the target identified, the next steps were simple. Cui Ming gestured with his chin to the soldiers beside him, his gaze precisely fixed on the red-eyed crow-men, his tone carrying an unquestionable command: "Cuff these red-eyed ones separately, keep them under strict guard, and take them back for further interrogation." Compared to the rough interrogation on the battlefield, there were more comprehensive methods back at the base, enough to extract all useful information from these red-eyed crow-men. The soldiers immediately stepped forward to carry out the order, fetching reinforced restraints and firmly controlling the red-eyed crow-men to prevent them from resisting or harming themselves. The red-eyed crow-men sensed Cui Ming's intention, letting out sharp howls and trying to struggle, but they were held firmly to the ground by the soldiers, unable to move at all. The resentment in their eyes gradually gave way to fear—they knew that once taken back to the human base, endless interrogation and torture awaited them.

Cui Ming walked up to a red-eyed crow-man, squatted down, and patted its cheek. His tone was calm but carried a strong sense of oppression: "Don't waste your energy resisting. Just obediently tell us what you know, and you might suffer less." After saying that, he stood up, ignoring the other's roars, and turned to Dan Moroboshi, nodding: "Leave this to EDF. We'll take the prisoners back first."

Dan Moroboshi's gaze swept over the few red-eyed crow-men, his eyes devoid of any extra emotion, merely nodding slightly. To him, as long as the threat of the crow-men could be completely eradicated, he didn't care what interrogation methods Choi Ming used. Afterwards, Choi Ming led his soldiers, escorting the red-eyed crow-men towards the transport vehicles, while the EDF soldiers continued clearing the battlefield and collecting the crow-men's weapon remains. This campaign to eliminate the crow-men was gradually drawing to a close.

The soldiers firmly secured the red-eyed crowmen to the transport vehicle. Their sharp screams were muffled by the heavy cargo, leaving only faint thuds. Cui Ming leaned against the vehicle, watching the soldiers inspect the restraints, his eyes devoid of any emotion—the deeds the crowmen committed were heinous acts despised throughout the universe: plundering, enslaving, torturing, and slaughtering. No matter the planet or race, such acts would be intolerable and unpopular.

Dan Moroboshi stood silently to the side, his gaze sweeping across the carriage, showing no intention of intervening. Not only him, but any other Ultra Warrior would not care how the humans interrogated these crow people. After all, this was no longer a simple case of invasion and resistance, but a deep-seated hatred.

The act of capturing slaves crosses the universally accepted bottom line. Once captured, the subsequent torture and punishment are the deserved fate of the perpetrators, and purely the private affairs of the victims. Ultra Warriors have always upheld justice, but they also understand the importance of distinguishing between right and wrong. They will show no mercy to such villains who trample on the bottom line of life, and they will not interfere with their interrogation.

This is like on a battlefield, someone openly attacks medical personnel who are protected by both sides, breaking the most basic rules of war. In that case, such a bastard will never be given a chance to live, and any means of retaliation will seem justified. The Crow People's abduction of humans as slaves is no different from this despicable act, and they have already put themselves in opposition to all righteous groups.

"Let's go." Cui Ming patted the cargo compartment, signaling to the driver that they could depart. The transport vehicle slowly started and headed towards the base. The roaring sounds inside the cargo compartment gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of wheels crushing gravel.

Dan Moroboshi gazed in the direction the vehicle had disappeared, nodded slightly, and then turned and walked in another direction—he didn't need to participate in the subsequent interrogation; confirming that the threat of the Crow People had been completely eradicated was enough. Meanwhile, the EDF soldiers continued to clear the battlefield, collecting the remains and weapons of the Crow People one by one. This area, once shrouded in war, was slowly returning to calm.

No one will feel sorry for the Crow People, and no one will question the subsequent interrogation methods. For all those who protect the Earth, the only way to deal with such villains who have crossed the line is to thoroughly punish them, to console those who were tortured to death, and to safeguard the peace of the Earth.

As the transport vehicle arrived outside the base's interrogation area, Cui Ming got out first. Watching the soldiers escort the red-eyed crow-men into the specially designed interrogation room, a flicker of anticipation crossed his eyes. He had already prepared various "strange little tools," ready to have a good "chat" with these villains and extract all the information they held in their hearts.

In the preparation room next to the interrogation room, various oddly shaped tools were neatly arranged, some gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, while others exuded an unsettling, eerie quality. Choi Myung was fiddling with a small tool, while Lyndis and Asuka stood beside him, listening to him share his knowledge and experience in using these tools, their tone full of familiarity.

"The force needs to be controlled precisely, enough to break through the opponent's psychological defenses without causing them to lose consciousness too early, just enough to extract information." Cui Ming pointed to a tool, explaining calmly, showing no sign that the tools' uses were overly ruthless. Asuka, holding her battle axe, listened with great interest, occasionally nodding in agreement; Lyndis, gripping her longsword, listened quietly, her gaze on the tools devoid of any extra emotion, clearly not averse to these interrogation methods.

Incidentally, Miyuki was currently busy on the other side of the interrogation room, methodically checking equipment and adjusting instruments in preparation for the subsequent interrogation. Her movements were precise and efficient, and her expression was exceptionally focused, quite different from her usual demeanor.

Choi Myung glanced at Miyuki's figure, a hint of concern in his voice, and said softly to Lindis and Asuka, "I asked Miyuki to come and help, mainly because I'm worried about her mental health. But torturing this kind of scumbag alien might help her get a little more normal."

After all, the atrocities committed by the Crow People in abduction and enslavement are a stimulant to anyone with a sense of justice. It's better to let Miyuki personally participate in the interrogation of these villains, allowing her to vent her pent-up resentment and anger in this way, than to let her suffer in silence and ultimately fall into a complete mental breakdown.

Lindis nodded slightly, indicating her understanding; Asuka also put away her earlier enthusiasm, her tone becoming more serious: "Indeed, holding back isn't the solution. There's no need to be merciful when dealing with something like this." The three reached a tacit understanding and said no more. Cui Ming put down the tools in his hand and gestured with his chin toward Miyuki: "Preparations are almost complete, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, Miyuki turned around, her eyes showing no hesitation, and nodded. The lights in the interrogation room slowly came on; what awaited the red-eyed crow was a meticulously prepared "purge," and for Miyuki, this interrogation was also a unique emotional catharsis. (End of Chapter)