Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Meanwhile, the Kirieloids inside the house were completely unaware, squatting in the corner of the living room assembling bomb parts. They only felt inexplicably irritated, their mental bodies seemed to be gently tugged by something, and their movements while assembling the parts became somewhat sluggish, but they did not realize that this was the signal for the trap to be activated.

Over the communicator, Cui Ming's footsteps grew clearer. He was approaching the doorway, his tone tinged with coldness: "Very good. Once you're sure, cut off all the exits to make sure none of them escape."

"Understood, the exit blockade procedure is ready, starting in 10 seconds." Kaina's data flow accelerated again, and on the house structure diagram on the central control screen, the positions of the doors and windows were lit up with red blockade markers.

A meticulously planned operation, under Kaina's precise control, was quietly closing in. Inside the house, the Kirielod people were still gloating over their impending success, completely unaware that they had already stepped into a trap set by Cui Ming and Kaina, with even their escape route blocked in advance.

In Megumi's old house, the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a faint sliver of light. Five Kirieloids were scattered throughout the room, some hiding behind doors, others crouching beside the sofa, clutching half-assembled miniature bombs tightly in their hands, their eyes warily fixed on the doorway—according to the plan, "Megumi" should have come at this time to collect the old things.

The door lock made a slight turning sound, and the Kirielo instantly held their breath, even deliberately suppressing the fluctuations of their mental energy. The door slowly opened, and a figure wearing the beige trench coat that Izahime often wore, along with a matching short wig, walked in, mimicking her figure and gait perfectly.

The fake prophet, hidden in the corner of the living room, immediately stepped forward, his tone deliberately crafted with an air of "holiness": "We've been waiting for you, Captain Megumi. What happened in the studio last time was just a warning to humanity. We hope you understand that believing in us, the Kirieloids, is the only true way out, Tiga..."

"Jujian Hui" didn't reply. Instead, she raised her hand to touch the communicator by her ear, seemingly fixing her hair, but actually listening to Kaina's real-time report: "Target one, left side behind the door; Target two, under the sofa; Target three, corner of the living room (prophet form); Targets four and five, on both sides of the bedroom door, both carrying explosive device parts."

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, the fake prophet's tone suddenly turned cold, carrying a hint of threat: "Captain Megumi! Please show us some respect! The god Kirieloid has given humanity a chance. Don't wait until divine punishment arrives before you regret it!"

"boom!"

A sharp gunshot suddenly shattered the silence of the room.

A hole appeared on the disguised prophet's head.
Before the Kirieloids could react, "Kiji Megumi" suddenly raised her hand and ripped off her wig, revealing Cui Ming's cold and hard face, with a few strands of wig fibers still stuck to her short black hair.

"Holy crap! Storm One!!!!"

The fake prophet's scream pierced the air, and the Kirieloids, who had been hiding everywhere, were thrown into chaos. Some jumped out of their hiding places in fright, while others dropped bomb parts on the ground with a clatter. They couldn't believe that the "Merchantress" they had been waiting for was actually Cui Ming in disguise!

Cui Ming raised his hand and pointed the gun at the fake prophet, his eyes as cold as ice: "Respect? Do you deserve it?"

The door behind him slammed shut, and the energy barrier remotely activated by Kaina instantly enveloped the entire room, sealing off all exits with a pale blue light membrane. Only then did the Kirieloid realize that they had been part of Cui Ming's scheme from beginning to end—from the choice of ambush location to the timing of "Intermediary Hui's" appearance, and even their hiding places, everything had been thoroughly investigated.

"You... how did you get here? Where's Megumi?" The fake prophet forced himself to take a step back, his voice trembling. Cui Ming chuckled, his finger on the trigger, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "You think I'd let her come to such a dangerous place? You're the ones who delivered yourselves to my doorstep, saving me the trouble of searching everywhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, he said into the communicator, "Kaina, activate the sound wave suppressor to maximum power. Don't give them a chance to self-destruct."

"Received. The sound wave suppressor has been adjusted to maximum power."

Invisible low-frequency sound waves suddenly filled the room, causing the Kirieloids' mental bodies to fluctuate violently. They could barely maintain their mimicry, and their bodies began to become translucent. As they watched Cui Ming approach step by step, only despair remained in their hearts—this time, not only had they failed to capture Jujian Hui, but they had also gotten themselves into Storm One's encirclement, with no chance of escape.

As soon as Cui Ming's command was given, the room was filled with the subtle sounds of machinery operating. The drone that had been hidden in the cardboard box in the bedroom took the lead. The propellers at the bottom of the drone spun rapidly, and it took off with a sharp whistling sound. In less than three seconds, it flew to the center of the room, and miniature laser sights popped out from both sides of the drone. The red dots accurately locked onto the chests of each Kirielod.

Immediately afterwards, a hidden compartment in the living room floor slowly opened, and three silver unmanned turrets rose from within. The muzzles automatically adjusted their angles, aiming at the Kirieloids behind the door, beside the sofa, and at the bedroom door, respectively. The displays on the top of the turrets lit up red, clearly showing the words "Target Locked," and the muzzles were still making slight adjustments to ensure there would be no firing deviation.

These devices were all hidden in various parts of the house by Cui Ming in advance. Drones were responsible for aerial surveillance and sealing the ventilation openings in the ceiling—preventing the Kirielod from escaping through the ventilation ducts; unmanned turrets were responsible for ground deterrence, and could immediately fire non-lethal tranquilizer darts to subdue the enemy in the event of any resistance or attempt to escape.

The Kirieloids targeted by the lasers panicked completely. They had initially tried to rush through the chaos and break through the energy barrier, but the drone's laser beams followed them like leeches, and the cannons of the unmanned turrets were fixed on them, making them afraid to even move. One Kirieloid instinctively raised its hand to summon an energy shield, but the drone's laser beam immediately moved to its wrist, startling it into quickly pulling its hand back.

"Don't even think about resisting, and don't even think about running away." Cui Ming walked to the center of the room, his gun still pointed at the fake prophet. His tone was calm but carried an unquestionable authority. "The drone's laser can transmit your location in real time, and the unmanned turrets are three times faster than you. Even if you want to self-destruct, you won't have the chance."

The disguised prophets looked at the drones and unmanned turrets around them, then at the energy barrier enveloping the room, and realized with despair that they had no chance of breaking out. Their carefully planned "ambush" now seemed more like a ridiculous performance—from the moment they stepped into this house, they had become fish on a chopping block, completely at the mercy of their opponents.

Kaina's voice came through Cui Ming's communicator, calm and electronic: "Report, all targets have been locked, unmanned equipment is functioning normally, energy barrier is intact, external support has arrived outside the building and is ready to make the arrest at any time."

Cui Ming nodded and said coldly to the Kirieloid, "Now, put down what you're holding, put your hands behind your head and squat down. Don't force me to take action."

The Kirieloids exchanged glances, and ultimately, under the intimidation of the drones and unmanned artillery, reluctantly dropped the bomb parts, crouching on the ground with their hands covering their heads. They could feel the drones' lasers still lingering on them, and the muzzles of the unmanned artillery not moving. Any slight movement would be met with a merciless attack.

Only then did they fully realize that they were facing not only a terrifyingly powerful opponent, but also a "hunter" skilled in planning and meticulous in calculating every detail. And they, these self-proclaimed "hunters," were nothing more than prey prepared long ago by their adversary. (End of Chapter)