Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 687: The Shooting Range is Like the New Year

In the universe, Moruroa's body was still oozing green blood, and its broken wings floated beside it like broken leaves. Its scarlet pupils that had been locked onto the Earth suddenly turned to Cui Ming, and it let out a gravel-like roar from its throat: "Who the hell are you!" The sound waves carried particles of atomic haze, creating tiny ripples on the Yukikaze's photon shield.

Cui Ming's fingertips rested on the launch button of the super-temperature difference light, but he did not press it immediately.

Mainly it's about accumulating strength.
He looked at the behemoth's face on the screen, which was twisted in pain. There was no right or wrong on either side, only positions.

"Storm One." His voice came through the interstellar communicator, with a metallic coldness. "Earth is my home, nothing more."

Moruroa's massive body trembled violently, and the spike on its tail unconsciously scratched a passing meteorite.

Of course, it had heard of this code name that terrified aliens. The rumors about "Storm One using the skeletons of super beasts to make traps" and "destroying the inter-dimensional channel single-handedly" were pieced together in its mind to form the outline of the human being in front of it - not a symbol of light like Ultraman, but a war machine that walks on the edge of the rules.

".You can't protect the Earth forever!" Moruroa roared with unwillingness, but his giant pincer-like claws quietly adjusted their angles, preparing to activate the superluminal flight mode, "I will be back." His pupils swept across the faint light and shadow behind the Yukikaze - it was the outline of some kind of giant beast, carrying the same murderous aura as Cui Ming, as if it came from an ancient shadow deep in the universe.

In fact, it is the power of the sky light belonging to Cui Ming.

Cui Ming's finger finally pressed the launch button, and the hum of the energy core suddenly increased by three decibels. "Really?" He looked at the black haze raised when Morulua turned around, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I only have one thing to say - if you come, I will beat you, it's that simple."

The charged beam of super-temperature difference light condenses into a twisted vortex of colors at the launch port.

Moruroa's fear ran through his body like an electric current. He almost increased his speed to the maximum and began to run away like a stray dog.

What a grandson!

Cui Ming looked at the rapidly shrinking red dot on the radar, his finger hovering over the launch button of the tracking missile, but finally let go. He knew that Moruroa's revenge would not end, but at least today, the earth was temporarily safe.

The hatch of the Yukikaze slowly closed. The light from the cockpit reflected his face and the fragments of Moruroa floating outside the porthole. Those frozen blood crystals seemed to still contain the resentment and fear that had not yet dissipated.

"Next time, it won't be as simple as breaking a wing." Cui Ming whispered, his fingertips gently stroking the EDF badge on the console.

"But at least, I won't kill you directly before you take revenge on Planet Bam." The Yukikaze turned around, and the light of its engine gradually went out, like a falling meteor, disappearing on the edge of the Earth's twilight zone.

In the distant fourth dimension, the Yabo people looked at the twisted wormhole in the surveillance screen and finally understood that their eternal enemy, Storm One, was far more terrifying than Ultraman. He was not the guardian of light, but the harvester standing at the junction of light and darkness, guarding the justice in his eyes in the most cruel way.

"Storm One. Humph."

Cui Ming knew that repelling Moruroa was only a brief respite.

When the Yukikaze broke through the atmosphere, the crisis on the surface of the earth had already been surging - those ambitious people who were tinkering with the Toron bomb in the shadows were the source of all the disasters.

He took off his helmet, letting the sweat drip down his chin, and rubbed the yellowed slogan in the cockpit with his fingertips: "EDF protects the earth and mankind." Those scientists are indeed geniuses, but when the hands of geniuses are stained with the desire for destruction, they must be locked in the cage of rules.

"Bring all the people in charge of the Toron project to the firing range." Cui Ming's voice came through the encrypted channel. The alarm lights of the EDF base cut his shadow into cold geometric shapes. "I will personally supervise the execution."

The shooting range was located deep in the frozen soil of Siberia, with thick frost on the metal fence. When Cui Ming walked over on the snow, 23 scientists were being pressed by soldiers on rusty execution chairs. Their white coats were still stained with chemical reagents from the laboratory, but their eyes were still crazy - until they saw the military pistol on Cui Ming's waist.

"Do you think that you can become the savior of the Earth by creating a weapon that can blow up a planet?" Cui Ming's leather boots crushed a piece of ice crystal, raised the muzzle of the gun, and swept the crowd with the crosshairs, "Look at the ruins of Moruroa's mother planet. That is your 'achievement'."

The leading scientist suddenly laughed wildly: "Do you think that by killing us, you can stop the law of the jungle in the universe? Sooner or later, humans will have to rely on Toron bombs."

"boom!"

The bullet penetrated his shoulder bone, and blood blossomed like red plum blossoms on the snow. Cui Ming's gun was still smoking, and his eyes were colder than the Siberian wind: "I don't stop the development of weapons, but you didn't even install the most basic safety device--" He kicked the metal box at his feet, revealing the unfinished detonation device inside, "A bunch of lunatics who can't even control gunpowder, why do you touch doomsday weapons? Explode on Earth? I beat you because you don't pay attention to safety regulations!"

The sound of shootings came one after another, like a string of untimely firecrackers. Cui Ming stood in the middle of the shooting range, watching the ambitious people fall one by one. He knew that these people were just the tip of the iceberg, and more chess players hidden at the top of the power pyramid were using more covert means to promote crazy plans.

"Report, all the main culprits have been executed." The soldier presented the blood-stained list, with the last name circled in red. "Do you want to continue tracking down the related persons?"

Cui Ming took the list and paused on the scribbled note "Technical cooperation with the Bam people". In the distance, the northern lights flowed on the sky like a scar. He remembered the hateful look in Moruroa's eyes before he left, and suddenly turned around and threw the list into the incinerator.

"No need." He wiped the gunpowder from the muzzle. "The ones who really need to be liquidated are never the pawns. Send the rest to the military court."

Outside the shooting range, a blizzard was brewing. Cui Ming wrapped himself tightly in his military coat and crushed the last pool of blood with his military boots.

Cui Ming did this kind of thing a lot.
These lunatics must die.

Or will they continue to cooperate with the aliens next time?

Cui Ming never cares about weapons of mass destruction. What Cui Ming cares about is insurance! Insurance!!!
No insurance at all!
Who will die if you don’t die?

And in Moruroa.
"Storm One."

It knows that Storm One, like itself, is an Avenger.
"interesting."

Having said this, it turned its gaze towards Bam Planet again.

Over there, is the real culprit!

(End of this chapter)