Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

They hurried toward Shinjuku, intending to meet up with Shinjiro at their target location.

As the vehicle drove along, Xia Shu also thought that if he had the chance in the battle to come, he would try to find an opportunity to escape everyone's sight and see if he could lure Bemular out using a special method.

Depending on Bemular's specific circumstances, he will also reassess the various forces in this world.

If it's really as he estimated.

Facing all this alone, he... must be very lonely...

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Chapter 380 Corpse

Shinjuku, Tokyo, a former factory redevelopment area.

The Cottage transport vehicles were parked outside a factory, surrounding the factory's exit area.

"Looks like I'm still a step too late..."

Moroboshi Dan stepped off the transport vehicle, frowned as he looked at the blood seeping into the ground from the factory gate in the distance.

The aliens inside the warehouse used some means to gather their targets here, then killed them. By the time they received the alarm, it was too late.

Inside is an alien criminal who needs to be eliminated.

"But now that the Science Patrol has found him, he can't escape." Moroboshi Dan looked at the warehouse with its gates sealed, and in his heart, he had already sentenced the guy to death.

Natsuki glanced at the warehouse and said to Dan Moroboshi, "It seems the Earth's interior is really not peaceful."

Yesterday he encountered the Kada aliens, this morning the Zuluk aliens... and now this guy.

Within just 24 hours, three alien-related crimes occurred.

He knew there were many aliens on Earth, but he never expected the crime rate to be so high.

This so-called Star Cluster Council doesn't seem to take Earth too seriously. They don't care much about whoever enters Earth, and they leave the Science Patrol to deal with illegal immigrants themselves.

"The crime rate among aliens is gradually increasing, and recently it has risen to an unusual level," said Dan Moroboshi, recalling the cases he had handled in recent days.

Even though the Science Patrol has become so ruthless, there are still aliens who choose to take the risk.

The Star Cluster Council has become lax in its management of illegal extraterrestrial immigrants.

As they were talking, an armored figure leaped down from a distant building, using the old factory buildings to land precisely in their location.

"I am coming!"

"The target is inside the warehouse, right?"

The figure in red and silver armor looked at the members of the Science Patrol's special operations team, and a boy's clear voice came from inside the armor.

After resolving the convenience store robbery, he received a call and rushed over.

Mr. Ed wasn't lying to himself; the alien crime incident had indeed given him a chance to fight.

He had always felt confused about the power within him, unsure how to survive in society as an outsider. He felt constantly suppressed, and even when helping a classmate out of a predicament, he would be disliked by both the thugs and his classmate because he couldn't control his power. Now that he had found some scenarios to use his power, he could finally release some of the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for so long.

"I will go into the warehouse with you in a moment to fight the aliens."

"This operation has already resulted in multiple deaths. You can probably guess what kind of scene is inside just by looking at the blood seeping out of this warehouse."

"This is a target that needs to be eliminated on the spot."

Before Moroboshi Dan could speak, Natsuki approached Shinjiro first, looked at the shining eyes on his helmet, and said earnestly.

"Our orders were to stay outside the warehouse."

After Natsuki finished speaking, Moroboshi Dan looked at him with some surprise and reminded him.

When they arrived at the factory, Ed had already issued the order: this mission required Ultraman to complete it alone, and they could not interfere until they received permission.

He understood what Ed meant: he wanted to make this guy, who needed affirmation from others to find meaning in his existence, see blood.

"I see."

"So... tell Ed for me that I don't care how much my salary is deducted." Natsuki casually completed her disobedience to her superior's order.

Next, he needs to find a chance to escape the sight of the Science Patrol during the battle with the aliens, try to find Bemular, and at the same time, he wants to see Shinjiro's battle with the aliens firsthand and get to know this overly young warrior better.

The last boy he mentored as a junior was Shinji Ikari when he was fourteen.

Hayata Shinjiro's upbringing was much more normal than Shinji Ikari's, and he was also older than Shinji. Hayata hoped that Shinjiro genuinely wanted to become an Ultra Warrior.

"Mr. Natsuki, are you coming with me too?"

“This… aliens are extremely dangerous.” Shinjiro glanced at Natsuki’s combat suit and refused.

The Ultraman armor I'm wearing is on a completely different level from these combat suits that only have a little bit of outer armor.

If Mr. Natsuki goes in like this, he will definitely get hurt.

After all, his father, who had fought alongside him last time, was still unconscious from his serious injuries, and he really didn't want to see his own people get hurt.

To put it nicely, what Natsuki was wearing was the special operations uniform of the Science Patrol; to put it bluntly, it was just a grunt's uniform. In a movie, it might just become cannon fodder in the next scene.

I'm glad you're thinking of me.

“However, if you underestimate me, I can have a headache,” Natsuki said to Shinjiro.

If it were someone else, their first reaction might be that they were being looked down upon, but when Natsuki heard Shinjiro say that, her first thought was that he was a really considerate child.

"Well... alright." Shinjiro hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

As an alien, Mr. Natsuki's self-defense capabilities should be stronger than those of ordinary people.

After that, I should be able to spare some time to take care of Mr. Natsuki.

“You bastard…” Moroboshi Dan looked at Natsuki with a furrowed brow.

My intuition seemed to have come true.

This guy is definitely not the type to obediently follow orders.

Seeing the two men walk into the warehouse, Moroboshi Dan could only report the situation to Ed.

Ed's response was... to wait and see.

"Even Ed is willing to let this guy do whatever he wants?"

"None of them are reliable." Moroboshi Dan put his phone back in his pocket, looking at the warehouse with a helpless expression.

......

"Crunch... Slurp..."

Open the warehouse door and step inside, and you can hear a sound coming from the darkness ahead, like a large animal feeding.

Shinjiro's armored boots clicked against the ground with a metallic clatter, his steps filled with fighting spirit.

Upon entering the warehouse, he originally intended to loudly question the aliens about why they were killing innocent people.

But before he could speak, he suddenly stopped and stood frozen in place.

Looking at the blood and gruesome severed limbs on the ground, the strong smell of blood could enter his nostrils even through the mask, causing his brain to buzz.

A person... is a person...

The corpse on the ground is a human corpse!

Not livestock like pigs and cattle, but people!

On the faces of the heads that rolled on the ground, you could still see the expressions of fear they had when they were alive, filled with despair and distortion.

"Ughhhhhh—" Shinjiro felt a chill creep up his spine and down to his limbs, his heart pounding in his chest, and he let out an angry shout amidst the buzzing in his head!

Chapter 381 Aidashik

"Thud..."

Upon hearing the shout, an alien dressed in a police uniform, with a long, thick head resembling that of a cicada exposed above his neck, threw a human head to the ground, looked in the direction from which the sound came, and rolled his eyes.

"Bang!" The impact of forceful stomping came from the ground.

"You bastard!"

"What do you think other people's lives are?!" Shinjiro charged forward, his anger surging as he rushed toward the Aidashik alien in front of him.

The armor on his arm unfolded, revealing two saw-like blades covered in dazzling Specium energy.

Without any strategy, fighting purely on instinct, Shinjiro approached the alien Aidashik, intending to use the Specium lightsaber on his arm to make the guy taste his current rage.

At only seventeen years old, Shinjiro, who had always lived as an ordinary person in a youthful school, could never have seen such a scene before, so it's normal for him to feel angry.

The alien, Aidashik, nimbly dodged Shinjiro's attack by stepping back, then stomped his foot on the ground, creating some distance between them.

"I didn't expect that it wasn't just the Science Patrol that came looking for me, but also a fake Ultraman." The alien from the Edashik clan glanced at an unremarkable grunt at the door, then looked at Shinjiro, who was wearing a magnificent suit of armor, and spoke in a sharp tone.

He knew about the Science Patrol and had seen the fake Ultraman in the recent news.

This is getting interesting.

"It is very impolite to disturb someone while they are eating."

"Didn't your parents teach you anything?" The alien from Alien Aidashik ignored the grunt and spoke to the person wearing Ultraman armor, licking the human blood off his chin with his long, thin tongue as if he hadn't had enough.

He knew his actions risked being discovered by the Kurt team, but he did it anyway.

Because he had prepared in advance, he was confident that he could break through the encirclement of the Kurt team.

"You actually consider this a meal?!"

"You bastard!" Shinjiro snapped out of his daze and yelled at the leisurely-looking Alien Edashik.

It charged at the opponent again, this time even faster than before.

He's going to tear this guy to pieces!

"Are you that angry?"

Could it be...?