Chapter 1687: NO．302：Putting on an Act (Part 2)

NO. 302: Putting on a Show (Part 2)

As Star Bear said, in this excessive self-defense case that was not a murder case, the extraterrestrial criminals who first enlarged themselves with the intent to destroy buildings and kill building residents were subdued by the emergency teams acting in legitimate self-defense.

And the police who arrived in time for the finishing blow, even failing to actually land the finishing blow, ultimately still took charge of the most well-known cleanup work:

drawing up a police line to protect the scene and the criminals' remains, and conducting consolidation, organization, and analysis.

Although the battlefield was vast and the destroyed buildings were not few, at least the Ultraman Knights, who were most prone to AOE destruction of public property, were unexpectedly restrained.

Even their beams were fired only after closing in and angling upward, to avoid piercing countless skyscrapers—this restraint alone already qualifies them as commendable tokusatsu heroes.

Know that many Ultramen stayed on Earth past their expiration date without realizing they should reduce environmental damage, simply relying on teammate support to improve, and their crowd-evacuation skills only improved over time, leading to less destruction later—

if you didn't rely on such support, with crisp punches and kicks, firing an eight-part light wheel could launch you straight up at a right angle—then you'd truly be a master-level benchmark.

That very observer of the Star of Light who refused everyone's invitation and remained on Earth possesses such masterful bearing.

But such masters are few; you cannot expect many like them, yet you can lower your expectations and hope that Ultraman Knights like this 'law-abiding' good citizen will become mainstream.

Although he actually knows neither rules nor law, merely following Aomo's orders and his own judgment, upon deeper reflection, it was he himself who first kicked down the door and provoked trouble—

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The building with surveillance was destroyed in the aftermath of 'legitimate self-defense,' and even the surveillance data that should have been uploaded to the main server was erased by abnormal data defense; the officers only praised the thin youth with single-eyelid bangs for saving them much trouble.

They also praised Aomo for bringing along good influence, drawing curious glances from the involved parties and the girl beside them.

And the two brothers' gradually unfolding faces of seeing through everything.

"I say……do you also have fans here?"

Walking silently to the side, he poked his elbow into Sai Luo's smirk, making people sigh at his growth.

A few months ago he still looked like a federal thing too complicated, more troublesome than human work, but now he needs no explanation to instantly grasp current developments—Sai family young master's perceptiveness is evident.

But the Imperial Crown Prince is not lagging behind either; following Sai Luo to Aomo's side, he first gazed reverently at Star Bear still being pulled away by Xihui Ya, then his tense face did not hinder his performance, his gaze growing even more reverent.

"Aomo-san, do you also have connections here?"

"What? I think you misunderstood something."

Aomo's observational skill, which when placed beside others could occasionally reveal near mind-reading ability, when directed at Chao Cang Lu would often fall silent.

This is like how he now looks at Chao Cang Lu, clearly wanting to veer into the realm of male-female relations with careful hesitation and evasion, making it hard to directly speak out, after all such topics are not suitable for public discussion, and speaking them risks inviting disgust.

But having him and the other party hem and haw together is obviously impossible, after all he would not sit idly by while such a time-wasting scene appeared in this segment that should have orders issued smoothly and orderly.

"That is Bixi Te's hometown old friend, and the blue-haired, horned one in the distance is also; as for these officers' stereotypical impressions, you can search online for the riot in Tiangmen City one year ago."

"Oh, I know that one," saying this, Xiao Lu became a little embarrassed, his fingers on both hands beginning to intertwine, "I was initially curious, secretly searched Aomo-san's name..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became; facing this visibly embarrassed person, Aomo merely said lightly: "I'm glad you weren't led astray by the negative news therein."

"Aomo-san..."

Young people are just like this—easily moved, and then when you want to give him more respect, he opens his mouth to speak:

"I will continue defending your views on love online!"

"Pfft..."

The laughter he tried to suppress but couldn't hold back faintly transmitted, causing Sai Luo, Xiao Lu, Naito, and the second generation to unconsciously glance around seeking the source.

"Who's laughing..."

"Sigh, you mind how others laugh, how they think."

Just as Xiao Lu opened his mouth, before he could finish speaking, a semi-illusory magic claw struck his slightly askew head, meeting Aomo's calm gaze.

"You Ultraman warriors fight too much for others and have fallen into the flaw of over-caring about others' opinions, truly needing proper correction."

"Ah, you say that, and I suddenly recall Jie De initially caring about citizens' evaluations of himself..." Sai Luo stroked his chin, speaking, while Jie De waved his hands repeatedly.

"That's all in the past, stop clinging to the past already! Sai Luo!"

"The past? Feels like not long ago."

"It's already been at least four years!"

"Four years isn't that short?"

"You... according to Bi Ze's words, you're just typical long-lived being thinking! Can't chat!"

When did Bi Ze start chatting with you so much? Although he indeed should talk to you more... after all, for transmigrators, Sai Luo, Jie De, etc., are all rounded-off celebrity idols; being able to talk without desperately boosting favorability makes one a divine person.

Don't even mention transmigrators—even locals can't help but come over with a few shares of excited nervousness to strike up conversation; 《Jie De Ultraman》 and Sai Luo's cameo in that gang of TV shows and his own movie and hero chronicle, their broadcast rate in the Federation is not low, let alone recently some transmigrators introduced a called-what Ultraman Great Hero subtle medley, vulgar as it is, catchy as it truly is, also stirring up a hard-to-describe craze on some video sites.

But if one truly relies on such things to understand the Ultraman series, then these people have already gained something in this lifetime—even Aomo Lindun would find it hard to withstand.

Such things perhaps more often serve as a inexplicable neurosis on the outside; Aomo only hopes Bi Ze hasn't become a divine person to the point of bringing that thing to give Sai Luo and Jie De a full viewing experience.

Originally, the bad parts of human civilization are already plenty enough.

Aomo often wonders, when chatting idly with Thus: Lipiya about current affairs, how he continues to persist in loving humanity; this question he always merely thinks about, dare not ask more. He fears this person becoming like Bi Gan, in a state of not being confronted, and once you ask, dark Thus: Lipiya shall be born.

That would truly be a great sin, which Aomo himself cannot forgive.

So he still hopes Bi Ze gives less of those 'dark' things to those two light warriors, feels he'll need to say something upon turning back, and now, while finding it interesting to watch these two argue, he is suddenly hailed.

"Aomo."

The one who, from the first meeting, put on an airs of having nothing to say, and when Xihui Ya, Star Bear, and Chen Huijie appeared, silently distanced himself further—Naito and his second-generation companion—now suddenly approached.

And this greeting was precisely from the former's mouth.

Walking up coldly and calling his name directly, already able to make Sai Luo and Xiao Lu beside him fall silent for a moment, looking as if this side were about to fight.

But Aomo's reply was very calm and peaceful: "An Ji Jun, you speak."

"Do you still have any hidden moves you haven't spoken of?"

"What does that refer to?"

"You in that... that what organization..."

"The Chasers Club, oh." The second-generation beside him pushed his glasses and whispered.

"Ah, yes, correct, that what club, you stayed in that club so long, using it as a springboard to attempt infiltration of the sect, surely you didn't do nothing?"

Although the first half of the performance seemed like a combination of a reliable female secretary and a useless young master, the second half's words directly cut to the core, instantly making Jie De and Sai Luo, who had been suppressing laughter, truly solemn and respectful, while also causing a certain pair of tiger ears not far away to twitch.

As for the other officers, most of them turned sideways or faced away, appearing to be focused on their work, paying no attention to this side, as if it were another case, and it was not ruled out that it might be some game-related topic.

"Ah..." His gaze did not even sweep over those officers; Aomo simply answered bluntly, "Of course I have done it, and whether to say it went smoothly or not smoothly? It hasn't reached the point of being able to catch everything in one net, so naturally it's not good to just straighten the hook—wouldn't it be better to be more patient?"

"Just like them themselves."

"Your pretentious manner is as annoying as Alexis's!"

"Eh eh eh, you can't say that, Nacht-kun!" Facing the young master's undisguised angry words and glare, the female secretary couldn't help but lose her composure.

"Patience is a virtue, Anqi-kun; only the weak show unease while waiting, because they cannot accept their own weakness."

"Isn't it only after accepting that one becomes weak?!"

"No matter who it is, strength and weakness are always temporary, Anqi-kun; but if one cannot see oneself clearly, nor see clearly those blindly stationed beside oneself, then everything will become mere empty talk."

"So you must wait patiently."

As long as one is patient, one can wait for that perhaps silent moment, which could be due to not yet having raised the alert level, or could be due to the remarkably enduring movements of the religious group.

Or it could be the other party urgently investigating the internal affairs of the religious group, being impatient.