Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

The first female agent, disguised as a newly transferred communications soldier, "accidentally" bumped into Cui Ming in the corridor, scattering the documents in her hand all over the floor. She crouched down to pick them up, revealing the most elegant lines of her neck, and apologized in the softest voice.

Cui Ming walked past her expressionlessly and said to the guard beside him, "Check her file. I need to know who transferred her to headquarters within three minutes." The female agent was immediately taken away for questioning.

The second female agent, posing as a nutritionist she'd bumped into in the cafeteria, sat opposite Cui Ming with a tray, smiling as she recommended a "nutritionalally balanced meal." Cui Ming glanced up at her, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a talking stone, then picked up his own tray, got up, and sat at another table without uttering a word. The female agent stood frozen, tray in hand, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the gazes of those around her.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... without exception, all failed.

This guy is so boring!
His daily schedule was frighteningly regular. He'd arrive at the training room promptly at 6:00 AM, spending two hours practicing with steel coils; at 8:00 AM, he'd enter the command center, processing documents, deploying operations, and analyzing the movements of the Angels—sitting there all day; at noon, he'd quickly eat lunch in the cafeteria, exchanging only a few words with Yui, Asuka, and Rei, completely ignoring everyone else; in the afternoon, he'd continue working, or personally lead a sortie; and in the evening, he'd leave work on time, and then—

Aside from work, he spends all his time going out with his woman!
He would take Yui Ikari to a newly opened restaurant in Tokyo-3, accompany Asuka to pick out new combat suit accessories in the shopping district, take quiet walks along the river with Rei Ayanami, and even take Saeko Busujima to a dojo in the suburbs to practice swordsmanship on weekends. His private time was completely filled by these women, leaving no room for outsiders. Those meticulously dressed and well-trained female agents couldn't even get within ten meters of him.

When acting alone, they are always engaged in combat or similar activities.

When Cui Ming is alone, he's either on a mission or on his way to one. Tracking monsters, eliminating aliens, patrolling defenses, interrogating prisoners—he's always surrounded by the smell of gunpowder and blood. Female agents try to stage a chance encounter on the street, only to find him slamming an alien against a wall with one hand around its neck; they try to strike up a conversation in a coffee shop, only to find him just finished a fight, his blood still wet, his eyes so cold they take your breath away.

Otherwise, there are cats, dogs, and mice around.

Even more bizarrely, when Cui Ming finally relaxed, he was always accompanied by three strange animals—a ferocious-looking bulldog named Spike, a cunning gray cat named Tom, and a tiny mouse named Jerry. These three were inseparable from him, wandering around the training room, patrolling the corridors, and even squatting at his feet eating in the canteen. When female agents tried to approach, Spike would bare his teeth and growl, Tom would raise his tail to block their way, and Jerry would point at them with his little paws and squeak, as if tattling to Cui Ming.

“Um… can I pet it?” A female agent tried to start a conversation with the pet, reaching out to touch Spike’s head.

Spike opened its mouth and bit, startling the female agent who pulled her hand back, a small piece of her nail being bitten off. Cui Ming, without looking up, flipped through the documents and said calmly, "It doesn't like strangers, stay away from me."

The women they sent out were impossible to approach normally!
Intelligence agencies from various countries were utterly desperate. They sent their most beautiful women, their smartest women, their most skilled actresses, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Cui Ming's clothes. It wasn't that he was indifferent to women; rather, his romantic interests were already fully occupied by those few, leaving no room for outsiders. It wasn't that he was without weaknesses, but he had fortified those weaknesses into an impenetrable fortress, preventing outsiders from even getting a foothold.

“Forget it…” The bald representative slumped in his chair, looking at the series of failed reports, and waved his hand dejectedly. “Let’s just continue to treat him like a human being… at least that way he’ll still protect us… stop trying to put women around him… if we keep doing that, our female agents will be traumatized by the dogs and cats around him…”

Meanwhile, at NERV headquarters, Cui Ming sat in his office, Spike sprawled at his feet, Tom squatting on his desk, and Jerry happily munching on a peanut. He looked out at the gloomy sky, as if nothing had happened, and simply remarked, "Much quieter today." Cui Ming then went to find Kaworu Nagisa, who was diligently trying to win over Shinji Ikari, to inquire about information regarding the next Angel.

He pushed open the music room door, and the setting sun poured in through the window, spreading a golden sea across the floor. Kaworu Nagisa sat at the piano, his long, slender fingers dancing across the black and white keys, playing a soothing melody. Shinji Ikari sat in the chair beside him, holding a now-cold cup of coffee, his gaze somewhat unfocused, clearly still adjusting to the silver-haired boy's overly enthusiastic advances. Hearing the door open, both of them turned around simultaneously.

Kaworu Nagisa was speechless.

He stopped playing, his fingers hovering in mid-air, a hint of helplessness flashing in his red eyes. This seventeenth Angel of Freedom, possessing Adam's soul and knowing the core truth of the world, looked at Cui Ming standing at the door, his lips twitching slightly. He glanced down at his barely warm progress bar of the strategy, then at Shinji's clearly clueless expression, and sighed softly.

“Mr. Choi,” Kaworu stood up, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child, but his tone revealed a weariness that made him feel utterly hopeless, “Couldn’t you wait until I finish playing this piece? I finally managed to get Shinji to come and listen to music.”

Shinji Ikari shrank back, clutching his coffee cup and shrinking deeper into his chair, his eyes darting back and forth between Choi Minoru and Kaworu Nagisa, as if deciding whether he should slip away in the chaos.

Cui Ming walked in expressionlessly, holding a battle report in his hand. He slammed it on the piano and said, "I don't have time to wait for you to finish playing. When is the next apostle coming? What are its abilities? What are its weaknesses? I need to prepare in advance."

Kaworu looked at the document covering the piano keys, the light in his red eyes dimming slightly. He sat back down on the piano bench, his fingers unconsciously striking a low note, producing a dull hum.

"No, even we apostles couldn't last a single round against you, you don't have to be so hostile, do you?"

He raised his head, looking at Cui Ming with an almost mournful gaze, his silvery-white hair gleaming softly in the setting sun. This angel of freedom, at this moment, completely lacked the dignity of an apostle, resembling a child whose toy had been snatched away. The fetal angel Sandon had been chopped into pieces, the Mazar people minced into meat, and even the ancient monster Gomora had been recruited as his underlings. The apostles now trembled at the mere mention of Cui Ming's name; who would dare to step forward?
“You’ve already taken care of the previous ones, even Lady Lilith has chosen to give up,” Kaworu Nagisa spread his hands, his expression sincere yet helpless. “The remaining Angels are now discussing whether to move to Mars en masse, and you’re still chasing after me for information. Isn’t that a bit… like you’re trying to wipe them out?”

Cui Ming crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, his eyes calm as if he were watching a good show: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business. Who's next? If you keep dawdling, I'll put you in the combat device too, and make you and Gomora roommates."

Kaworu froze, his red eyes widening instantly. He hurriedly waved his hands, "No! I'll talk! I'll talk, okay?! Shinji-kun is right here, give me some face..."

Shinji Ikari, holding his coffee cup, watched the scene unfold before him and suddenly felt that the coffee in his hand was just the right amount of bitter. So this transfer student, who always spoke to him in ambiguous and mysterious ways, was just like this in front of Choi Minoru. He lowered his head, a slight smile involuntarily playing on his lips. For the first time, he felt that this acting commander wasn't so intimidating after all. (End of Chapter)