Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Chased to the brink by the villagers, the Kahn alien had only one thought left in its mind—to call the police. It felt that, no matter what, human police should be reasonable and not act like those "Showa-era troublemakers" who immediately started shouting for violence.

In its panic, it spotted the Metropolitan Police Department sign in the distance. It quickly hid in an alley, used its alien disguise ability to transform into an ordinary human wearing a suit and glasses, gave itself the name "Sakamoto," straightened its disheveled clothes, and then stumbled into the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Officer! Help!" The alien Kahn (Sakamoto) shouted at the officer on duty as soon as he entered the room, his face still showing the terror of being chased. "Villagers are chasing me with hoes and sickles, saying they're going to kill me and bury me. Please do something about it!"

The two officers on duty were chatting idly at their desks when they heard the shout. They slowly looked up, their eyes full of impatience. One of the officers, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at it and said, "What are you shouting for? It's nothing, sit down and talk."

The Kahn alien quickly pulled up a chair and sat down, then incoherently recounted how he had been "misunderstood and hunted down by the villagers," emphasizing that "they had weapons and would really kill people."

After listening, the other officer yawned and said slowly, "Oh, you mean that village to the east? Those villagers do have a bit of a temper, but they're not really going to kill anyone. They're probably just messing around with you."

"Are you kidding me? They're throwing scythes at me! They almost slashed me!" The Kahn alien jumped up, gesturing wildly. "You guys have to stop them! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

The officer with the cigarette in his mouth frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, we know. We'll call the village police station later and have them check it out. You can go back now and stop making a fuss here."

"Go back? If I go back, they'll still hunt me down!" The Kahn alien couldn't believe his ears. "Aren't you coming with me? What if they attack again?"

"Why are you so troublesome?" Another officer finally lost his patience, his tone hardening. "We at the Metropolitan Police Department have other things to do. These kinds of village disputes can be handled by the local police station. Besides, if you didn't do anything wrong, why would they chase after you and beat you up? You must have provoked them first. Go back and apologize properly, and the matter will be resolved, right?"

These words completely baffled the Kahn alien—it was clearly the victim, so how did it become "at fault" in the eyes of the police? Moreover, these officers never intended to actually help it; they just wanted to get rid of it perfunctorily.

"Are you just going to ignore this?!" The Kahn alien was both angry and anxious, and his voice rose several decibels.

"Aren't we handling this? Calling the police station is handling it!" The officer with the cigarette rolled his eyes. "If you cause any more trouble here, we'll take you away for 'disturbing public order'!" Looking at the two perfunctory and ineffective officers in front of him, the Kahn alien finally understood what "salary thieves" and "playing the peacemaker" meant—they took taxpayers' money but turned a blind eye to the public's pleas for help, only using excuses like "we'll handle it later" and "we'll apologize when we get back," completely disregarding the lives of the victims.

Its last glimmer of hope was extinguished. It stood there, watching the two police officers lower their heads and chat idly again, as if its plea for help had never happened.

"Fine. I guess I'm just unlucky." Kahn (Sakamoto) gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, his heart filled with despair—he couldn't even rely on the police, and now he really didn't know where to hide from those "Showa troublemakers".

As he stepped out of the Metropolitan Police Department, the sounds of villagers shouting and fighting seemed to rise again in the distance. Kahn shuddered and could only turn tail and run once more, with only one thought in his mind: This Earth is simply my hell!
The alien Kahn (Sakamoto) stumbled and ran, the faint shouts of battle behind him chasing after him like a death knell, his anger and grievances almost overflowing.

"This place is absolutely outrageous!" it cursed inwardly as it ran, nearly tripping over a rock and falling flat on its face. "It's one thing for the villagers to be abnormal, but the police are abnormal too! They take the money but do nothing, all they do is muddle through. What kind of Metropolitan Police Department is this? It's just a decoration!"

It couldn't understand how its attempt to trick the villagers into dealing with Orpheus had led to this predicament—being chased by villagers wielding farm tools, being evasive when it called the police, and now having nowhere to hide. Of all the countless planets it had traveled to, none were as rife with "abnormalities" as Earth: the Showa-era peasants were more ferocious than monsters, the police more indifferent than con artists, and there was Storm One, feared by all cosmic beings. This wasn't a planet; it was a "hell" riddled with pitfalls!
"If I had known Earth was this absurd, I would never have come here!" The more the Kahn alien thought about it, the more regretful it became. Its hook-shaped hands were clenched in its pockets until they turned white. If it weren't afraid of attracting Cui Ming's attention, it would have liked to immediately release its light and blow this place that made it feel so stifled to smithereens.

It turned into a secluded alley, leaned against the cold wall, and gasped for breath, trying to calm its racing heart. At that moment, its mind was filled with thoughts of "how to escape Earth," and it didn't notice that several birds with glossy feathers—sparrows, crows, and a few particularly spirited pigeons—were perched on the telephone poles and roof tiles at the alley entrance.

Unlike ordinary birds that flit about aimlessly, these birds all stared intently at the Kahn alien in the alley, their dark eyes revealing an unusual focus. They tilted their heads, seemingly observing the Kahn alien's every move, even the way it leaned against the wall and the frequency of its heavy breathing were precisely "recorded".

One crow even flapped its wings and quietly flew to the rooftop closer to the Kahn aliens, letting out a low "caw," as if signaling to its companions.

The Kahn alien was completely unaware of this. It was still lamenting its unfortunate situation and figuring out where to hide next, completely oblivious to the fact that its whereabouts had been silently brought into the "surveillance range" by these seemingly ordinary birds.

This guy really underestimated Earth.
Wherever there are birds, that's Cui Ming's intelligence network area!
After all, Choi Myung's household also has the demon, Blood Crow.
While it may not be a complete coverage, the bird relationship network is still quite good. (End of Chapter)