Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Linton's super-regenerative ability was both powerful and terrifying—even after being crushed into a pulp, some cells still maintained a faint trace of activity, leaving the scientists who came to collect samples both shocked and excited. Wearing heavy protective gloves, they carefully placed the flesh and blood samples into specially sealed tubes, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for the unknown technology.

"This regeneration efficiency far surpasses any existing biotechnology!" A white-haired scientist stared at the fluctuating data on the testing instrument, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "If we can decipher the underlying principles, human medical advancements could progress by at least fifty years!"

But these scientists did not hesitate at all. As soon as the test data was initially formed, they immediately called the higher-ups. They were too eager to make progress and were too aware of the "value" behind this discovery. Rather than slowly studying it themselves, they thought it would be better to hand it over to the higher-ups who had resources and power, which would not only speed up the research process but also win them more support.

Meanwhile, the higher-ups were immediately intrigued upon hearing the words "super regenerative ability."

Today, thanks to cooperation with extraterrestrials, technology is developing rapidly, and the lifespan of most people has been extended. However, the longer people live, the more afraid they are of death – after all, no one knows if some extremist dissatisfied with the status quo will suddenly appear behind or in the distance to snipe them, causing them to have a “mind-blowing” or “open their hearts”.

Unless you possess Choi Myeong's extraordinary sensitivity, capable of sensing danger in advance, once assassinated, you're basically doomed. This invisible and intangible threat is what these Japanese politicians fear most—they enjoy the conveniences that power brings, yet are constantly shrouded in the risks behind it.

Therefore, the appearance of Linton's thing is no less than a super nuclear bomb to them - such a powerful regenerative ability, if it could be applied to themselves, even if they were assassinated, as long as they still had a breath left, they could recover with the regenerative ability, which is equivalent to having several extra lives.

“Shouldn’t we take a look at this?” At the high-level meeting, a politician pounded on the table, his voice filled with urgency. “No matter how many resources it takes, we must figure out Linton’s regenerative principles! This is a matter of great importance concerning the safety of each and every one of us!”

Other politicians echoed this sentiment, and no one raised any objections—they have always been in complete agreement on the matter of being "afraid of death."

Thus, a uniquely Japanese "ability" was activated—the incompetent high-ranking officials!

You can always trust these guys' ability to create chaos! They didn't even fully assess the potential risks of the Linton remains before hastily establishing the "Super Regeneration Research Task Force," allocating huge sums of money, and even trying to get more flesh and blood samples from the Set team, without considering any possible accidents during the research process—such as the regenerating cells going out of control and cultivating even more terrifying monsters.

Cui Ming had already noticed the higher-ups' subtle movements—just as the logistics team gathered Linton's remains, several vehicles marked "Special Research Team" were loitering in the distance. However, he didn't intend to intervene directly, having already mentally cursed those people's actions: "Are these idiots crazy? Linton was only killed less than an hour ago, and this crappy team is already formed. They're rushing to steal the body before it's even cold. Is that all they care about—regeneration?"

"Fine, let these guys court death. If they cause any trouble, we can always clean up the mess later." The only thing Cui Ming could do now was to have Linton's remains pushed into the incinerator as quickly as possible, burning as much as possible to minimize the risk to those people. "Captain, someone says they want to take over your place," Nan Yuan said quietly as he approached Cui Ming, glancing at the several men in suits peeking out in the distance—clearly, people sent by higher-ups to claim the remains.

Cui Ming didn't even look up, staring at the flickering flames in the incinerator, his tone as cold as ice: "Tell them to get lost or wait." He didn't have time to argue with these people now; the faster it burned, the fewer regenerative cells would remain, so he didn't have time to waste with them.

"Yes!" Nan Yuan immediately responded and turned to walk towards the men in suits. When conveying the order, his back was straighter than usual—after all, with the captain backing him up, he had no need to be afraid of these guys who only knew how to manipulate power.

Then Cui Ming raised his hand to signal the troops to speed up. The logistics team members immediately and tacitly increased the power of the thrusters, and more debris was sent into the incinerator. Black smoke mixed with a strange burnt smell gradually filled the air above the ruins.

The men in suits who arrived turned pale after hearing Nan Yuan's words—how could they dare to actually challenge Cui Ming? One of them mentally cursed, "Am I crazy? Why did I have to mess with this guy?" Last time, a politician refused to accept Cui Ming's arrangements and insisted on interfering with the mission, only to be humiliated in front of the entire command center and ultimately transferred to a remote area. They didn't have the guts to repeat that mistake.

The group looked at each other, then could only huddle at a distance, watching helplessly as the remains in the incinerator dwindled, lacking even the courage to step forward and say another word—after all, their "higher-level authorization" was utterly insignificant in the face of Cui Ming.

Cui Ming caught a glimpse of the men in suits cowering in place, too afraid to move. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly: Japanese high command? How many divisions does he have?
Let alone a few divisions, even if you mobilize all your forces, it's no match for EDF—after all, EDF is a real weapons manufacturer! From fighter jets and mechs for daily combat to ultra-temperature difference beam cannons and ice bombs for dealing with monsters, and even heavy weapons that can contend with aliens, all of them are independently developed and produced by EDF. In terms of equipment strength, there are few forces on Earth that can compare.

Previously, some high-ranking officials wanted to interfere with EDF's weapons development under the guise of "oversight." However, Choi Ming directly ordered the logistics department to drive the latest mechs to the entrance of the Capitol Building. Without saying a word, he scared those politicians so much that they dared not mention the word "oversight" again—after all, having guns and cannons in hand is the real source of confidence.

These people think they can just take Linton's remains with an "authorization document"? That's wishful thinking. Cui Ming took out his communicator and said calmly into it: "Notify the weapons research and development department to send over a few of the new incendiary bombs from the last test. Also, have the mech units patrol the area and prevent unauthorized personnel from approaching the incineration zone."

(End of this chapter)