Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

In a dark corner of the universe, in a hidden outpost, a group of assassin aliens sat together, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

"Hmph, that Storm One is a tough nut to crack! None of our assassination plans have succeeded." A hunched alien assassin spoke first, his tone full of resentment. He took a big gulp of what looked like an energy liquid in his hand and slammed the container heavily on the table.

The Catan alien sat in the corner, its large, pointed head trembling slightly with rage. It shrieked, "How dare you say that! We Catan people went to so much trouble to assassinate him! Last time, one of our kind finally managed to possess a shop assistant at his usual store, planning to strike when he came in. But what happened? The moment he entered, it was as if he'd seen through everything, and he just stabbed my comrade in the head with a pen! A pen!!!! That's just a stationery item you can easily get your hands on! He used that as a weapon, and my poor comrade didn't even have a chance to react!" It grew more and more agitated, waving its hands in the air as if reliving the horrific scene.

At this moment, the Nackle alien, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up, his facial tentacles contorted, and roared, "What are you Katan aliens compared to that! We're in a much worse situation! One of our kin meticulously planned a perfect assassination, but that Storm One completely drained him, and then, disguised as one of us, turned around and assassinated our own people! Our skin!" The Nackle alien's eyes widened, filled with a complex mix of fear and anger. "That guy is too cunning. He knows our tricks perfectly, and he always anticipates our moves, completely thwarting our plans."

Another assassin alien sneered, "You two, stop complaining. You at least tried a few times, while we didn't even have a chance to get close to him. That guy's intuition is like a wild animal's; he can sense the slightest movement."

Upon hearing this, the Catan alien's large, pointed head drooped limply, and his voice lowered considerably: "Another time, we sent seven of our kind, disguised as passengers, to ambush him on a bus. We thought that in the dim light of the tunnel, we could catch him off guard. But he seemed to have known we were going to act beforehand, easily dodging our attacks and then using flying needles to wipe us all out. Afterward, he calmly blew up the bus as if it were a trivial matter, and then went to the street corner for breakfast, as if the life-or-death struggle had never happened."

The Nackle alien sat down again, holding his head in his hands, and said helplessly, "We also tried to ambush him in the underground parking lot, pretending to be security guards. We thought he would cooperate and check our IDs, but he instantly turned his ID holder into a weapon and cleanly and efficiently took care of us. Afterwards, he cleverly covered everything up, leaving no trace of anything unusual on the surveillance footage, as if we had never been there at all."

A deathly silence fell over the base. All the assassins from the universe had their heads down. They knew in their hearts that Storm One was far from being a target they could easily deal with, but a sense of unwillingness kept surging in their hearts. They didn't know how disastrous the next assassination attempt against Storm One would end.

As Nackle thought about Storm One, his face turned pale and then red. Although he had a dark complexion, he had been tormented by Storm One and was now filled with helplessness and resentment.

After a long silence, it suddenly spoke, its voice low but tinged with hope: "Katan alien, I think we should stop focusing on Storm One; it's too difficult. How about... we assassinate Taro first?" Its eyes brightened as it said this, "Taro is strong, but compared to Storm One, he might not be as troublesome. We don't need to send too many people at once; we can probe little by little, and maybe we'll find an opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the Catan alien's antennae twitched involuntarily, as if startled by the suggestion. It frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Taro? That guy is not to be trifled with! You forgot, we witnessed his battle before. Look at the Imperial Pedestrian being blown to pieces by his Ultra Bomb. He also has that Strium Ray, which is incredibly powerful. If we were hit head-on, we'd be nothing but dust." The Nackle alien waved its hand, saying urgently, "This time is different. We can plan carefully. Taro has a relatively volatile temper and is prone to impulsiveness. We can set a trap to lure him in. Besides, Taro often acts alone, which is much easier to deal with than Storm One, who always has a group of helpers. As long as we can find his weakness and strike decisively, we can succeed."

The Catan hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of assassinating Taro and Storm One in its mind. After a long while, it gritted its teeth: "Fine, I'll try Taro first. But if I fail again, I really don't know what to do."

After gritting his teeth and deciding to assassinate Taro, the Catan paced back and forth in the base, his shrill voice carrying a hint of ruthlessness: "Doesn't Taro always like to disguise himself as a human and wander around Earth? I heard he's particularly attentive to children. Last time, a child fell down, and he squatted there comforting him for half an hour!"

The Nackle alien looked up at this and said, "You mean..."

"Use children!" The Catan abruptly stopped, his eyes gleaming with calculation. "We'll find a few seemingly harmless children and have them approach Taro with toys concealed with poison gas. No matter how wary he is, he can't exactly attack children, can he? When he lowers his guard, the poison gas will explode. Even if it doesn't blind him, it'll temporarily incapacitate him, and then we can swarm him..."

"That's a cunning move!" Alien Nackle clapped his hands, then frowned. "But where are we going to find so many obedient children? What if they say something inappropriate?"

"Idiot!" the Catan alien spat. "I have the ability to possess! I just need to find a few lone children, slightly disrupt their consciousness, and use them as hostages. After it's done, I can erase their memories without anyone noticing!" It became more and more excited as it spoke, as if it could already see Taro falling for its trick. "The weaknesses of the Ultra race are still too easy to find!"

The alien Nackle nodded, got up, walked to a corner, and pulled out a pile of equipment: "I also have a few miniature flamethrowers here, perfect for hiding inside the dolls. If Taro dares to resist, those 'kids' will catch him off guard!"

However, they didn't know that the person patrolling with Kotaro during this time was Choi Myo-jin. (End of Chapter)