Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Having Choi Myung's assistance makes all the difference.
Both Dan and Hideki Go were deeply moved.
Cui Ming really dared to take down the higher-ups.

Cui Ming was indeed shrewd; he wanted to openly tell those higher-ups that it was none of their business to interfere in EDF affairs. If things really came to a head, even if they had enough capable troops, the EDF had plenty of weapons to teach them a lesson.

The man in the suit in the distance seemed to have overheard Cui Ming's communication. His face paled even more, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call a higher-up, his voice filled with panic: "Minister, it's no use! Cui Ming isn't listening at all, and he's even sent the mecha unit to patrol. We can't get close to the incinerator at all!"

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, the man in the suit nodded repeatedly. After hanging up, he said to his companion with a wry smile, "Let's retreat. The minister said not to confront EDF head-on for now. We can't afford to mess with them."

The group slunk into the car and quickly disappeared into the ruins.

Cui Ming watched their retreating figures, then turned his gaze back to the incinerator—as long as Linton's remains were completely burned away, no matter how much the higher-ups tried to sabotage things, they wouldn't be able to come up with anything new. As for their discontent? The EDF wasn't afraid of even cosmic monsters, so why would they be afraid of a few politicians who only knew how to talk big?
After all, in the face of absolute strength and superior weaponry, any power struggle seems utterly ridiculous.

These politicians are only good at stealing now.
Anyway, Linton was trampled into a pulp.
Everywhere
Nanyuan and Beidao, two men who always competed against each other on the training field, actually set wedding dates one after the other and even held their weddings around the same time.

Bei Dao's marriage had been foreshadowed. He and his childhood sweetheart had grown up together. When he was injured and hospitalized during a mission, she visited him every day with soup she had made, her worry evident in her eyes. On the wedding day, Bei Dao wore a sharp suit, his gaze towards his bride so tender it could melt hearts, and even his usually stern face was filled with a smile.

Nan Yuan's wife was a relatively unfamiliar face to most people, and Cui Ming didn't recognize her either, only knowing that Nan Yuan had met her by chance during a vacation. However, seeing the undisguised excitement in Nan Yuan's eyes when he spoke of his wife, Cui Ming sincerely offered his blessings. He had the logistics department prepare two custom-made gifts in advance—a pair of tactical watches engraved with their initials for Bei Dao, both practical and meaningful; and a set of lightweight protective gear for Nan Yuan, since Nan Yuan always liked to be on the front lines, and good equipment would provide extra protection.

After delivering the gifts and seeing the two brothers' happy expressions, Cui Ming felt a surge of warmth in his heart. However, he didn't linger and turned back to the base—after all, the base couldn't be left unattended, as the threat of monsters and aliens could appear at any time, and he was undoubtedly the one in charge.

Fortunately, Lin and the eight-foot-tall woman volunteered to stay and accompany Cui Ming on duty. Lin carefully checked the real-time footage of each area in the monitoring room, reporting the situation to Cui Ming from time to time; the eight-foot-tall woman conducted routine checks in the armory, ensuring that all equipment was ready for immediate use. The three of them would occasionally chat during breaks, talking about the interesting things that happened at Nan Yuan and Bei Dao's wedding, which added a bit of liveliness to the somewhat monotonous duty.

However, no one expected that during the days of Nanbara and his family's wedding, a hidden crisis was quietly brewing—Linton, who had been trampled into mincemeat and burned, was still alive! In an underground pipe near the incineration zone in Shinjuku Sub-center, a few drops of green liquid that had not been completely burned were slowly writhing, and the regenerative cells in the liquid were constantly dividing and reorganizing in the darkness. Although most of his body had turned to ashes, these few remaining cells were stubbornly trying to revive him thanks to Linton's terrifying super-regenerative ability.

Like greedy vines, they gradually absorbed energy from their surroundings, their initially weak activity increasing, and the green liquid slowly condensed into a small, viscous, gel-like substance. At this rate, after some time, this small substance might be able to regrow a complete body, unleashing another wave of destruction.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming, on duty at the base, was unaware that his earlier act of "completely burning" Linton had not entirely extinguished his life. Everything on the monitor screen remained calm, but an unknown danger was already quietly budding beneath the city.

Of course, the situation at the top is even more outrageous.
No one expected that these guys would be so absurd as to skip even the most basic protective measures when studying Linton's flesh and blood samples. The more eager they were to get the samples, the more perfunctory their protective measures became during the research—the laboratory's sealed chambers were not closed tightly, the sterilization equipment was only turned on at the lowest power, and some researchers even touched the samples directly with their bare hands for "easier observation".

Sure enough, trouble came soon after.

In the laboratory, a few drops of Linton's flesh and blood, originally contained in a test tube, somehow broke through the seal and began to slowly spread across the lab table. At first, no one paid attention, until a researcher discovered his trouser leg was stuck to the green liquid. When he tried to pull it off, the liquid, as if alive, quickly climbed up his skin and instantly seeped into his pores!
"Ah—!" The researcher let out a shrill scream as his body began to convulse uncontrollably. His skin turned a bizarre green at a visible speed, and he was quickly enveloped and devoured by Linton's flesh and blood, eventually turning into a pool of green, viscous substance that merged into the ever-expanding flesh and blood.

Panic instantly spread through the lab, but it was too late. Linton's flesh seemed to receive "nourishment," gathering faster and faster, crawling from the lab bench to the floor, then spreading along the door cracks into the corridor. Wherever it passed, anyone who came into contact with it was instantly absorbed, unable to even utter a complete cry for help.

Meanwhile, in the underground pipes of Shinjuku Subcenter, the small piece of gel-like substance seemed to sense the call of its kind and began to slowly move towards the research lab. At the same time, Linton's flesh and blood in the lab were also extending towards the pipes; the two seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, heading towards the same point!
There was no other way; Linton needed more flesh. The few cells remaining after the incineration were too few, and the energy from the underground pipes alone was insufficient to fully revive him. A human body, however, could provide him with ample "nutrients," allowing him to quickly regain his strength.

In just a few hours, the building housing the research lab became a living hell—red flesh and blood covered the entire structure, with occasional screams emanating from within, only to quickly fall silent again. Even more horrifying, Linton's flesh and blood continued to spread outwards, engulfing the surrounding streets like a giant red spider web, threatening to engulf the entire area. (End of Chapter)