Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

To be honest, the idea of ​​an alien falling from the sky is really bizarre.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the monitoring screen of the defense base station, forgetting to even move the joysticks in their hands. Aragaki stared blankly at the small figure plummeting on the screen, his mind a complete blank. It took him a long time to react before he instinctively turned to Cui Ming and asked, "Captain, should we fire the artillery?"

His tone was full of uncertainty. After all, in the past, it was either spaceships that came with hostility or monsters that roared as they landed. He had never seen any aliens enter Earth's airspace in a "free fall".

The main problem was that Aragaki was completely dumbfounded. His fingers tapped the table unconsciously as he muttered to himself, "What's going on with this thing?! Is it a new enemy tactic? Or did it just fall down by accident?"

He simply couldn't reconcile the absurd scene before him with words like "invasion" or "threat."

Cui Ming leaned back in his chair, watching the scene speechlessly, his lips twitching. He had seen countless bizarre cosmic events, but never anything so outrageous—everyone else came to Earth in spaceships or flying machines, but this guy just crashed off a comet, it was like something out of a comedy.

"Forget it, let's not fight for now," Cui Ming shook his head. If they really blasted this alien who fell down out of nowhere, who knows what new trouble it would cause. "But let's go and see what's going on. Kotaro! You and Spike go over there."

"Okay!" Kotaro immediately stood up, about to grab his equipment, when he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned around sharply: "Wait?! Spike?!" His eyes widened as he looked at Spike, who was wagging his tail beside him, his face full of disbelief—it was one thing to send a dog on a mission with him, but what was he trying to do?
Spike seemed to understand Kotaro's confusion, calmly nodded, and then took out a special car key from his small backpack, deliberately waving his paw at it.

That's right, Spike is driving on this mission. Kotaro stared at the key, which was obviously modified and was the perfect size for a dog's paw to hold, and was completely stunned. For a moment, he didn't know whether to complain, "Why can a dog drive?" or to marvel at "Just how many skills did Trevor train Spike in?"

Seeing Kotaro's shocked expression, Cui Ming couldn't help but explain, "Spike is self-taught, and I should mention that Spike has many extraordinary abilities; driving is just one of them." His tone carried a hint of approval for Spike, after all, even he was surprised by his partner's potential.

Upon hearing this, Kotaro immediately nodded vigorously. "That's true." He subconsciously touched his fist, and the image of learning boxing from Spike flashed through his mind.

Spike skillfully maneuvered the specially designed vehicle, the steering wheel turning nimbly under its paws. Before long, it had brought Kotaro precisely to the location where Pico had crashed. After getting out of the vehicle, the two carefully searched the surrounding grass and woods, but couldn't find a trace of the alien—only a few shallow scratches on the ground, like marks left from the crash, but the person was nowhere to be found.

"Strange, according to the trajectory, this should be the place." Kotaro squatted down to examine the scratches, his brows furrowing slightly. Just as he was about to take out his communicator to report to Cui Ming, a quarrel suddenly broke out from downstairs in the apartment building not far away.

The two followed the sound and saw a middle-aged landlord in an apron patiently persuading a young couple. A little boy beside him was tightly clutching a white rabbit, his eyes red-rimmed. "It's not that I'm heartless," the landlord sighed, pointing to the rental agreement posted on the wall, "You saw it when you signed the contract; the apartment rules state no pets. After all, there are other residents in the building, and if the rabbit runs around or has an odor, it won't be good for others." Spike stood to the side, watching the argument, and shrugged indifferently—it often saw these kinds of conflicts arising from rental rules when it accompanied Cui Ming on missions, and was already used to it.

It wagged its tail, thinking to itself: If the boss sees this, he'll definitely think these people are being unreasonable. After all, in Cui Ming's opinion, the landlord had written the "no pets" rule in the rental agreement beforehand, it wasn't a last-minute tactic. Since the tenant signed the contract, they should abide by the agreement; if they really couldn't bear to part with the rabbit and didn't want to follow the rules, they could just move out and find a place that allowed pets. There was no need to argue loudly downstairs, wasting time and disturbing others.

Moreover, Cui Ming has always felt that everyone's preferences and concerns should be respected—some people do like small animals and treat their pets as family members; but there may be residents in the building who are afraid of rabbits, or who are allergic to animal fur. The landlord's rule is to balance the feelings of all residents, and it is not without reason.

Spike thought about this, then glanced at the little boy who was still holding the rabbit and wouldn't let go, and gently shook his head. He felt that the matter wasn't that complicated, but someone had to make such a simple problem so difficult.

Kotaro glanced at the two sides still locked in a stalemate and gently tugged at Raspaik's collar: "Let's find that alien first, don't waste too much time here." After all, their primary task was to confirm the situation of the fallen alien, and the dispute in the apartment was ultimately someone else's private matter, so it was inconvenient to interfere too much.

Spike nodded and turned to leave with Kotaro. But after taking only two steps, the landlord behind him suddenly froze, staring intently at Spike. He then instinctively took a few steps back, keeping his distance, and even temporarily stopped arguing with the young couple.

Kotaro noticed the landlord's reaction but wasn't surprised—after all, Spike was quite famous in the area, not because of its peculiar identity as a "dog that can drive," but because of its formidable "strength" that made people afraid to mess with it.

Seeing how nervous the landlord was, one of the tenants couldn't help but whisper, "Don't be afraid, this dog won't bite you." This made the landlord breathe a sigh of relief, but the fear in his eyes didn't disappear, because he knew better than anyone that Spike wouldn't hurt people by biting, but would "hurt" you in another way that was even more frightening.

So what method is it?

The answer was soon hinted at—a few thugs who looked like hooligans were surrounding a student-looking boy not far away. Just as they were about to reach out and snatch something, they caught a glimpse of Spike out of the corner of their eyes, and instantly turned pale with fright, scrambling away as fast as they could.

Snapped!
No one actually saw Spike make a move, but everyone remembered that a thug had once bullied an old man in front of Spike, only to be slapped (or rather, slapped) across the face by Spike. The thug spun around three times before falling, half of his face swollen like a bun, and he ran away crying and screaming.

From then on, Spike's "big fight" became a psychological shadow for countless thugs in the neighborhood—compared to being bitten by a dog, this lesson of "utterly losing face and excruciating pain" was clearly more frightening to them. The landlord had also heard about these incidents, which is why he subconsciously avoided Spike, afraid of accidentally crossing this "dog king's" bottom line. (End of Chapter)