Chapter 43: and then translation of chapter title

Emerald Beam, the main beam technique of Ultraman Sevi.

In setting, that thing can pierce all metal; after adjusting its energy it can destroy part of a monster's body, possessing the destructive power to knock down ordinary monsters and aliens in one hit, and in the show it was used by Ace Killer without being weakened, but in reality—he jabbed at Strike Freedom for over ten seconds before piercing someone's head camera!

How could someone be so stupid as to fixate on a Gundam's head camera... no, that's not the point; the point is that Strike Freedom's appearance after being tortured by prolonged electric welding doesn't look like the visual effect of having snatched Barbatos's anti-beam coating, so how did this Seventh Uncle Beam become a monkey version?

In Aomo's impression, Ace Killer's beast power, while not as strong as Star Kirby's to surpass the original, at least keeping up with the official version is passable.

After all, it is the supreme masterpiece of the Alien Babes, although in the end even its weapons and creators were wiped out by Ultraman, each time its corpse-feigning ability is not bad; it's just that the opponent is the protagonist role, the hero role, destined to win in the story.

Hero... Aomo suddenly recalled those days of the college entrance exam, when he had once chatted with Kailifu about how monsters could also become heroes.

The hero's strength, the hero's love and justice... facing the Ace Killer currently embroiled in more attacks and counterattacks, not to mention the latter, even the former is somewhat lacking.

Is it a defective product?

Or is it an imitation by an unrelated party?

At this very moment, the Executors are already in position, each employing means that have reached the upper echelons of systems such as mages, Hei'an creatures, exotic beings, angels, cultivators, and so on; the initial eye-catching presence of Strike Freedom is no longer as high.

Even some 'enthusiastic citizens' distinct from the Executors have begun to join the fray, unsure whether they truly trust their own abilities or think they can let the Executors take the lead while they comfortably reap damage.

Aomo glanced at the DD monitor in the lower right corner; already many streamers were lamenting the tilt of the battle, their words already cracking open champagne, as if they had forgotten the original wanted criminal Mataer.

No, they originally came just to livestream the big monster; those who would care about the wanted criminal are another group, including Aomo himself—

——at this moment he was already considering relocating the drone's filming target.

Although he had considered the possibility that that guy's true identity was Ace Killer, seeing that Ace Killer would even strike a Gundam's head camera, Aomo pondered for a moment and felt it was still unlikely.

After all, the real Gundam still enjoys considerable fame, whether it's an IP copied from texts, or people pursuing the romance of giant robots attempting to recreate part of it successfully, or even finished products that have come straight through a crossover—these are enough to make aliens have long admired its name.

Or perhaps prioritize the possibility that that guy fled!

Aomo was controlling the drone to turn and circle the building, while also paying attention to the dozen or so Executors who had left the main force, when he finally noticed a rather subtle problem.

There wasn't much space left for the drone.

At this moment, there are really too many drones in the airspace, to the point that stray bullets from distant combat could shoot down a dozen or so at once.

There are official ones, media ones, and also other mercenaries and even civilians.

Aomo felt no satisfaction of 'my path is not lonely'; he only thought these guys were testing his drone piloting skills.

Moreover, those few drones bearing the Rhodes Island logo somehow seemed familiar!

He immediately searched his memory, and two folders' files came up: one was a pharmaceutical company from the hometown in Jiemen District, the other was an otherworldly mobile game; the instant impression after loading them was:

Holy crap, this is a pharmaceutical company?

Reality is already this chaotic, and the space male ghost whispering in his ear still doesn't forget to add fuel to the fire.

"Aomo! In livestream room 6, the danmaku says a monster has appeared in the West District!"

"? Is the information reliable?"

The drone's terrible flight space already made it inconvenient for him to shift his gaze; he could only wait for Morrison's response.

"I'm confirming... livestream rooms 5, 34, 25, and 52 have also had people say it, someone even gave the monster's name! It's Ace King, do you know it?"

"Adult size 53 meters, 25,000 tons, an electricity-stealing specialist; its threat is far less than Ace Killer's, but wait, you said it's in the West District?" Without hesitation he reported the opponent's basic template data, and Aomo immediately recalled that over the past two days he had already looked at the Tianmen City map no fewer than ten times.

"In the West District, some residential areas are small in area, but there is a nuclear power plant, and there are also two Tianmen airports, including the one that lost its secret key; where would it attack?"

"I'm looking!" Morrison's tone was a bit hurried; he actually hadn't figured out what was happening, but he faintly caught the urgency in Aomo's tone, as if Aomo had already sensed something bad.

Ace Killer and Ace King are both the same type of tokusatsu product; if they were visitors from another world, they'd be fellow countrymen.

The connection between fellow countrymen, extraterrestrial mercenaries, a mysteriously arrogant woman, the Tsuburaya exhibition hall... no, the gathering at the tokusatsu exhibition hall; that woman he had jointly written into the reporting scope, but that woman had no wanted poster—rather than saying it's due to lack of information, it's more like she simply hasn't been noticed, still hidden in the shadows.

The mercenaries' whereabouts are also unknown.

Two people, two monsters, acting separately?

And those two cards— which one is the bait?

Which are the bait?

Uncertain, many guesses but few can be confirmed; Aomo instinctively feels that all this is connected, and that they already share the two traits of 'tokusatsu' and 'extraterrestrial', yet still lack something more decisive as evidence.

He needed to verify more information, but he couldn't be in two places at once; all he heard was Morrison shouting loudly:

"It went to Tianmen Airport No. 3! That's the Tianmen where the secret key was lost!"

Bang!

The sudden explosion startled Morrison in the light screen; he turned back to see the main screen pitch black, instantly realizing the drone had blown up, and Morrison, surprised, turned his head again to see Aomo already having dropped the controller.

"Let's go to the West District."

"Eh? We're not going to bother with whatever that killer and Mataer are?"

"It's highly likely a case of 'luring the tiger away from the mountain,' with a small chance of 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao.'"

Aomo also wasn't sure whether Morrison, who couldn't even make sense of these proverbs, could understand his two Dongyan-area idioms, so he simply stated the conclusion:

"Anyway, that side is more important! There's a 30% chance Mataer is also there; if it's a 70% chance over there, I'll try to hunt down Mataer, but either way I'll definitely avenge you!"

Aomo earnestly told Morrison on the light screen, not even waiting for his response to his comment before immediately adding:

"What's more important in the West District right now? Too much is unclear; let's first consider sabotaging the enemy's plan!"

"? How to sabotage? You haven't even bought weapons."

"Actually I have bought them; I just need to wait a bit, someone will deliver them."