Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 679 Beat them!
Frederick's deep voice came from the communicator: "We are ready here and can bombard at any time. Cui, do you want to start?"

Cui Ming's gaze turned to the battlefield scene that was constantly enlarging in the holographic projection, and his eyes instantly became unhappy.

In the camera, a group of people in plain clothes were moving towards the area covered by artillery fire. They were holding homemade banners and looked excited, completely unaware of the impending danger. "Although I really want to start now, unfortunately I can't for the time being." Cui Ming responded to the communicator with a hint of imperceptible annoyance in his voice, "I think I see a bunch of annoying guys blocking the way over there."

He turned and walked towards the console, his slender fingers quickly sliding on the touch panel, calling up the exclusive channel for the suppression force. "Hey, this is Storm One, pay attention and prepare to start the action." Cui Ming's tone left no room for doubt.

"Da! Don't worry, sir!" There came a young soldier's energetic response from the other end of the communication. The sound of metal colliding was mixed in the background. It was obvious that the troops had entered an emergency state of preparedness.

Cui Ming rarely raised the corner of his mouth and teased, "Remember to drink vodka." This sentence seemed to be a unique pre-war blessing between them.

But unfortunately, this is not a blessing! This is really asking his subordinates to drink vodka. As for why?
Of course it’s to beat someone up later!

"Long live the commander!" The excited shouts almost broke the communicator, and then the channel fell into a brief silence.

Cui Ming put down the communicator and sighed heavily. He rubbed his temples and cursed in his heart: Damn, the most annoying thing is these idle people. As a commander, he knew too well that when Ultraman was about to descend on the battlefield, any small accident could become a fatal loophole. The reckless intrusion of those ignorant people would not only put themselves in extreme danger, but also interfere with the combat plan, putting the soldiers in a dilemma between protecting civilians and completing the mission.

It is for this reason that the suppression force carefully organized by Cui Ming is particularly important. This well-trained team not only needs to evacuate irrelevant personnel before the battle begins, but also needs to maintain order in the chaos and create a favorable combat environment for Ultraman and his own troops.

However, before issuing the final order, Cui Ming decided to observe the situation again. He fixed his eyes on the holographic projection again, his eyes showing prudence and determination. "I hope you can cooperate and don't force me to take tough measures," Cui Ming muttered to himself, folding his hands in front of his chest, quietly waiting for the best time to come.

Then Cui Ming nodded to Misato beside him.

"Let's go over there."

"OK~"

Misato drove the car over with a bang!

At this time, a group of more than 50 people held up crooked wooden signs with slogans written in red paint, such as "Give me back my car" and "Monsters must be held responsible." In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and high heels held a megaphone with veins popping out: "We want Monsters to pay compensation!!!!" Her hoarse voice mixed with slogans echoed in the streets where the smoke had not yet dissipated.

Inside the car, Cui Ming stared at the surveillance screen, his Adam's apple rolling violently. On the screen, the group was only 300 meters away from the bombardment coordinates. The aunt even pointed the megaphone to the sky, as if to let the monsters on the other side of the universe hear it. When he grabbed the communicator, his knuckles turned white from the force: "Hey, deputy captain, stay away."

There was an electric noise coming from the other end of the communication, and Araki's voice was full of doubt: "Ah, Captain?"

"But aren't those people ahead about to enter the bombardment zone?" Aragaki's questioning made Cui Ming's temples throb. He glanced at the red alarm that kept flashing on the tactical map and said unhappily, "It's okay. Stay away. The suppression troops are coming." Silence spread in the channel for three seconds, and suddenly a suppressed cry broke out. Aragaki turned around and knocked over the toolbox behind him, and the metal parts scatter all over the ground. He quickly patted Kotaro's shoulder, and his pupils reflected the smoke and dust rising in the distance: "Retreat! The suppression troops are coming!"

Kotaro looked in the direction of his trembling finger. Twelve riot control vehicles rolled through the streets like steel behemoths, with ice still condensing on the bulletproof glass. The moment the car door burst open, the strong smell of vodka and the chill hit him in the face. The drunk soldiers shook the bottles, crushed the glass shards on the ground with their tactical boots, and beat the rubber batons in their palms with rhythmic sounds. The burly man in the lead tore open the collar of his combat uniform, revealing a neck with a double-headed eagle tattoo, and his gold-plated canine teeth were exposed when he grinned.

The people's shouts suddenly stopped. The woman's hand holding the megaphone froze in mid-air until the cold barrel of the gun pressed against her burning temple. Only then did she hear the soldier growl in nasal Russian: "Kneel down, don't force me to do it."

"Don't be afraid! They won't rob you!" The old lady thought she could still say
After hearing what the aunt said, the leading man suddenly raised his head and laughed, the voice under the mask was so muffled that it seemed to come from a cellar. He pulled out the baton from his waist and swung it in the air, with a sound of breaking through the air, and the special rubber baton head was shining coldly: "Yes, but we will use batons--" Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the baton had already slashed towards the aunt with a fishy wind.

The crowd screamed. The old lady instinctively raised her basket to block the blow, and the bamboo strips were instantly split in half. As she stumbled back, she heard the sound of iron rods hitting metal shelves behind her. The young man in the baseball cap picked up the weight to fight back, but was tripped by the oncoming sweeping kick and hit the back of his head hard on the ground.

The battle soon turned into a one-sided crushing. Special batons hit the joints and ribs accurately, and the big men's movements were chilling with tacit understanding. The drunk in the flowered shirt tried to attack by surprise, but his wrist was pinned behind his back as soon as he raised it, and the baton stabbed into his waist. "Ah--!" The screams were mixed with the sound of tearing cloth, and someone's glasses were thrown away, and the lenses fell to the ground into spider-web-like cracks.

As the sirens came closer, the only sound on the road was the wailing of the elderly woman, who was slumped beside an overturned vegetable basket. Amid the chaos on the ground, the half-broken baton was still trembling slightly, and the words "Police Use" on the baton glowed strangely in the pool of blood.

Of course it was used by the police~
"Save us!"

The old lady looked at the people from the Metropolitan Police Department and said, However.
"Take them all away! Quick! There are monsters over here! You guys! We are here to catch you!"

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The aunt and the others were stunned.

The Metropolitan Police Department personnel quickly said to the suppression troops: "Sir, we will take the person away first."

"Well, go ahead. Thank you for your help."

"Sir, you're not driving?"

Seeing the drunken men, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department were scared.

"Smart, don't worry."

(End of this chapter)