Ultraman grunts? Call me Space Policeman outside!

Outside the office, there is a long corridor filled with steel.

"Wait, what are you planning to do?" Albert also came out of Marshal Strick's office and asked, looking at Xia Shu's back.

Lyman's methods were very clever. Building drone armor was one aspect, but more importantly, he gained the trust of many high-ranking officials in various countries, giving them no open reason to target him.

At the same time, he hid his whereabouts very well, rarely appearing in public, making it impossible to find where he was hiding.

He knew that Xia Shu's combat power was extremely strong, which would be considered a level of dimensional reduction attack in this world.

However, facing an enemy that doesn't engage in direct confrontation should be quite challenging.

He knew that most Ultraman were kind and would not harm the innocent even if they had good reasons, so he couldn't imagine what methods Natsuki would use.

"Just do what needs to be done." Xia Shu waved her hand without turning around, her tone relaxed, as if she had long been experienced with this situation.

At that moment, the bracelet on my right wrist suddenly vibrated.

Members of the Space Garrison often encounter difficult situations during missions, and it is precisely in such situations that they must remain calm and make rational judgments.

[The decision-making task has been triggered!]

[Option 1: When facing Zachary Lyman hiding among humans, choose to observe and wait for him to reveal a weakness before calmly responding. Reward: 20 hours of mental space training (Note: We always act reasonably)]

[Option Two: Facing Zachary Lyman hiding among humans, choose to take the initiative and use your own methods to force him out. Punishment: 12 hours of hellish mental space training (Note: Are you sure you want to talk about physics?)]

[Note: We are not gods, and nothing can be perfect. (Leave a note from Ultraman, Captain of the Seven Nebula Branch of the Space Garrison of the Land of Light)]

Lyman's drone armor is being shipped all over the world; ostensibly, they are used as guards to protect cities, and there is no reason to stop their transport.

Humans simply cannot determine Lyman's identity as a time traveler.

The most rational approach would be to wait until the drone mech is controlled by Lyman and its true nature is revealed before taking action. This would provide a legitimate reason and would not be considered interference in human internal affairs.

However, this also has a fatal flaw: no matter how timely their subsequent actions are, they cannot stop the first wave of drone attacks; they can only play a secondary role.

The number of people who will die is an unimaginable figure.

If a new recruit from the Space Garrison were to handle it...

They might get carried away with their passion and destroy all the drone mechs, only to be criticized by humanity in the ensuing public outcry.

They either have to wait for a second chance, abandoning the first wave of dead humans, and get caught in the trolley problem of saving a minority versus saving the majority.

Dealing with such an enemy would indeed be exceptionally difficult for those naive and kind-hearted younger generations, and would most likely severely damage their mentality.

If things aren't handled properly, you could fall into a state of confusion, or even be used against you by the enemy.

But what is confusion to an old man like Deng, who is 19,000 years old? Can I get a raise?

In Natsuki's eyes, there was clearly a more reasonable and efficient solution to this problem.

Since he said he would take a serious attitude, he wouldn't be ambiguous when it came to innocent lives.

“Some people have advised me to change this saintly personality.” Natsuki, with her hands in the pockets of her floral shirt, walked further and further down the corridor in her flip-flops. “But Hikari is right, how can a person change completely so easily?”

The sound faded into the distance until his figure became obscured.

Albert pushed up his glasses, his gaze serious.

He knew that Mr. Natsuki was completely different from the Ultraman he remembered, and he was very much looking forward to seeing what choice Mr. Natsuki would make at this moment.

As for Natsuki's "saintly personality"?

He just wanted to say it was humorous.

He had heard from young Hansen how violent the giant of light had swept across the entire space behind the gap, and how his methods against the invaders were even more extreme than the invaders'.

If anyone calls Natsuki a saint, Little Hansen will be the first to strangle them. Last night, when he was sleeping, his mind was still filled with the shocking image of the Giant of Light releasing the Specium Ray.

However, Natsuki really has something to say.

There are reasons why I say I am the Virgin Mary.

In such situations, others would always sacrifice a small number of people to save the lives of the majority, but I would want to save them all. What is this if not being a saint?

I'm such a saint.

Since you see how saintly I am... using a little extreme measures shouldn't be too much, right?

......

After Albert and Natsuki both left.

Marshal Stark then summoned several mech pilots and Cai Tiantong to his office.

"Our battle is not over yet."

"The mechanical scythe head that fought the Dangerous Gadgetzan was one of its creations. We'll be fighting even more unmanned mechs next," Marshal Stark said in a deep voice, looking at the pilots lined up in front of him.

He conveyed their upcoming mission objectives and intelligence to them, but did not mention the existence of the transmigrators, since revealing that information would only confuse them further.

“Danger Ranger and Storm Crimson are not seriously damaged and can be put into battle immediately.” Marshal Stark first looked at Raleigh and Mako Mori, then at the three Tang brothers.

"Both arms of the Cherno Alpha are completely destroyed, but Dr. Albert will lead the repair team to install spare arms on the mech as soon as possible."

“Although a short-term repair will not achieve the same effect as when it is in full, I believe you can unleash its full power.” He looked at Sasha and Alexis.

Finally, he looked at Hansen and his son.

"Our finest Jaeger, the Eureka Raider, was destroyed inside the breach, but I firmly believe that true excellence is never in the Jaeger itself, but in the pilot with a courageous heart." Marshal Stark looked at young Hansen with a hint of satisfaction.

When he heard that the father and son were being held hostage inside the breach, he detonated the nuclear bomb without hesitation, which was undoubtedly a heroic act.

"Even without the Eureka Raiders, we still have the Shaolin Knights."

“I’m sure you’ll prove that to me.”

Upon hearing this, little Hansen grinned and nodded.

He bowed and said, "Yes, sir!"

"I will drive as well as Mr. Natsuki."

"No...I want to surpass Mr. Natsuki!"

"I will never let this mech tarnish!"

Young Hansen spoke with the youthful vigor unique to him, and Old Hansen nodded in agreement.

Chapter 60 Giants in Satellite Orbit

"However... can we really handle the enemy's fifty mechs with just our four mechs?" Cai Tiantong pondered the numerical disparity between the two sides and couldn't help but ask with concern.

If the two sides really start fighting, each of their mechs will have to deal with at least twelve enemies, and they will be surrounded and attacked almost the entire time.

Although the enemy's drone armor was a mass-produced model, it was not scrap metal.

"There's no need to worry about that. Mr. Natsuki will fight alongside us again," said Marshal Stark.

"Mr. Natsuki?"

"That's great." Cai Tiantong felt a little relieved when he thought about Xia Shu's record.

No matter how many drones there are, they can't possibly be a match for the giants.

"However, the drones are transported over a wide area, and we also have to take on a portion of the responsibility," Marshal Stark said.

Earth and the pioneers' colonies are ultimately different.

When facing invaders, there's no need to hold back; just use light to sweep the area clean.

But on Earth, if Natsuki went all out, a single Specium Ray wouldn't even be enough to destroy the enemy before all the humans around her were sent flying into the sky.

This is the same principle as why nuclear bombs cannot be detonated in urban areas at will.

"Once the mechs are ready, we will proceed ahead of schedule to the city where the drone mechs are located. Once Mr. Xia Shu's negotiations have yielded results, we will immediately take control of the drone mechs."

"Received!"

Afterward, Marshal Stark slowly turned around and looked once again at the Pacific Ocean, where the waves were gradually becoming turbulent.

I was looking forward to it.

What will Mr. Natsuki do?

......

The drones that had already landed were under the control of the military, while the remaining drones were still en route.

Goddard Space Flight Center, a division of NASA, is located in Maryland.

In the mission operations center, several technicians dressed in white lab coats sat in chairs, examining rows of sophisticated instruments in front of them as usual.

"The breach has been closed... and there's the drone mech, both of those are big news." Wilson held a donut in his hand, idly flipping through the tablet in his hand, catching up on today's news.

Since the monster disaster, humanity has focused its main efforts on how to deal with the monsters. The funding for space agencies like theirs has long been cut to the limit, and their daily work is very leisurely.

"You said... the Pioneers attacked us from the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."

"What if aliens launch an attack on us from outer space?"

He turned to his colleague who was recording instrument data and asked.

"Maybe."

“However, I still believe that friendly civilizations exist in the vast universe,” Cooper, wearing round-framed glasses, replied casually.

For these astronomers, there is still a certain romantic fantasy about the universe.

He believes that, apart from invaders, there must be other friendly civilizations in the universe that are willing to communicate and interact with humanity.

"Well...I used to think that way too."

“But in these past ten years of being plagued by monsters, I’ve changed my mind,” Wilson said, shrugging as he chewed on a donut. “There’s probably no friendly civilization in the universe, and even if there were, we’d never see it.”

For Wilson, the existence of the Pioneers and the Monsters had completely destroyed his romanticism about the universe.

"Who knows, maybe today will be..."

"and many more......"

Cooper was looking at a satellite surveillance image when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He quickly slid the chair over and brought up the specific image.

"What's this?"