Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chapter 757 Hostages? What kind of hostages?
Choi Myung looked at the message that Kotaro had secretly sent, a subtle smile curving his lips, his eyes full of approval.

It's good that Kotaro noticed the problem; it seems Katachon's training paid off. As for the solution, Cui Ming thinks it's actually quite simple. He plans to see if shooting the girl directly might kill the Catan alien along with her. Anyway, Kotaro already knows the girl is suspicious, and even if it turns out to be an accidental killing, it's still better than letting the Catan alien continue to lurk and threaten Taro and Earth's safety.

While weighing his options, Cui Ming swiftly returned to his secret hideout. This place housed various deadly weapons, his reliance for dealing with cosmic crises. He pressed a hidden compartment in the wall, which slowly popped open, revealing an EDF Killer shotgun. The gun was entirely black, its cold metallic texture exuding an aura of death. Its 12-round high-capacity cylinder seemed to gape like a bloodthirsty maw, waiting to devour its enemies. Its bolt action resembled a revolver, featuring a unique rotating drum magazine. Each trigger pull rotated the cylinder, aligning the next round with the barrel; rapid fire was achieved with continuous trigger pulls.

Cui Ming gently stroked the gun, a murderous intent surging in his eyes. He knew the gun's power; at close range, it could instantly tear an enemy to shreds. To ensure the kill, he carefully inspected the weapon, turning the knob in front of the cylinder to wind the internal spring mechanism until it was fully wound. He then checked the ejection system again to ensure it was functioning properly. Once ready, he slung the Killer shotgun over his shoulder, and with a flash, he ran again towards the direction where Kotaro and the little girl were, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the city like a grim reaper about to descend upon the Catan aliens.

To onlookers, angels are often seen descending with holy light, but this time, Cui Ming appeared like an "angel" wielding a shotgun, radiating a chilling aura as he approached. He carried a bamboo basket filled with rubble from the Nackle aliens' destruction; the fragments clanged together within, producing a terrifying sound. The EDF Killer shotgun in his hand further enhanced his bloodthirsty and ruthless image.

Passersby, noticing Cui Ming's appearance, instantly quieted the once noisy street, tacitly making way for him. They knew that Storm One was usually a decent person, but when it came to dealing with aliens, he was ruthless. Nobody wanted to risk trouble at this time; as long as they didn't block his way, they wouldn't get into any trouble.

Meanwhile, the Catan alien, still deep within the little girl's consciousness, racked its brains, plotting its next assassination attempt, completely unaware of the impending danger. Lost in its calculations, it glanced up and saw Cui Ming carrying a bamboo basket of Nackle alien corpses, a powerful shotgun in his hand, steadily approaching. The scene was like a terrifying image straight out of the horror film "House of 1000 Corpses." Cui Ming seemed like a grim reaper from hell, radiating a chilling killing intent. The Catan alien froze instantly, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of fear.

Hey! Something's wrong! Has Storm One gone berserk?! The Katan alien inside the little girl's body stared wide-eyed as Cui Ming drew closer. The fragments in the bamboo basket swayed with each step, pale green liquid dripping from the cracks, leaving a disgusting trail on the ground. Holy crap! Nackle aliens?! How did they all become pieces?!

A chill exploded from the depths of its consciousness, and the Catan alien finally realized—Cui Ming wasn't on a mission at all, he was hunting! And it was the next prey! It desperately tried to control the little girl to back away, but its legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, and it couldn't even curl its toes.

When Cui Ming raised his shotgun, the dark muzzle firmly aimed at the little girl's chest, the Catan alien was terrified. It instinctively looked at Kotaro, clinging to a last shred of hope—surely Kotaro would stop him?

result……

Kotaro was leisurely turning his head, gazing at the billboard across the street, his fingers tapping to the music, seemingly oblivious to everything. Oh no! He'd been spotted!
This thought struck the Catan alien's mind like lightning. Kotaro wasn't unaware; he was playing along! Those gentle smiles and patient company were all a facade! These two had been in cahoots all along: one played the good cop to keep him calm, the other the bad cop to prepare the kill!
The shotgun's safety clicked open, and Cui Ming's finger was already on the trigger. The Catan alien stared at the dark muzzle and suddenly understood why the Nackle aliens had died so tragically—faced with this coordinated hunt, they didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

The Catan alien panicked completely. In this life-or-death situation, it no longer cared about its disguise. It instantly detached itself from the little girl's body, and in a flash, it appeared behind her like a ghost. Its two pincer-like hands gripped the little girl's neck tightly, lifted her up, and shouted at the top of its lungs, "I have a hostage! Don't come any closer!" The little girl's face instantly turned bright red, her eyes widened in terror, and her legs thrashed helplessly in the air.

"Hostage? What hostage?" Cui Ming asked abruptly, his voice as cold as the winter wind, devoid of any warmth, his eyes radiating a chill that seemed capable of freezing a person. His expression remained unchanged, as if the scene before him was nothing more than a boring farce.

At this moment, the Catalans realized! Damn it! They forgot that Storm One bastard hadn't even spared the hostages! It realized it had made a fatal mistake. Cui Ming wasn't like ordinary humans, showing any restraint because of hostages. In Cui Ming's eyes, the mission and eliminating aliens were paramount; the lives of others were of no concern to him.

Without a second thought, the Catan alien, in its panic, tossed the little girl into the air like trash, then plunged into the dense crowd beside the street, hoping to use the chaos to cover its tracks and find a glimmer of hope.

"Aaaaah! Don't come any closer! Storm One is aiming right here!" The Catan alien screamed hysterically as it rampaged through the crowd. It desperately wanted to stir things up even more, making Cui Ming hesitant to act.

But to its utter surprise, the passersby, upon witnessing this scene, not only did not panic and flee, but instead, their faces contorted with rage, they attacked it like madmen. Some picked up stones from the roadside and hurled them at the Catan alien; others waved their umbrellas and canes, striking it with their own.

There was no other way. Everyone living in this area knew that Storm One didn't care about hostages when he made his move! Everyone understood that if they didn't take down this dangerous alien now, they might be caught in the crossfire if Cui Mingzhen actually opened fire. Rather than waiting to be killed, they might as well take the initiative and perhaps protect themselves and those around them.

(End of this chapter)