Chapter 1410
Cui Ming: Want to Take Action
Angie is, after all, a princess.
But to be honest, she had never seen many things that were developed to this level of technological advancement.
Holographic billboards, shopping carts that automatically follow people, and face masks that change your makeup just by sticking them on your face—these are all very new to her.
So she and Hilda had a lot of fun.
Of course, they are also prone to arguing.
The two were bickering, but they seemed quite happy.
Cui Ming sat on a bench not far away, watching them; they were on holiday.
He held a cup of coffee in his hand, unsweetened, as bitter as his face.
Unfortunately, quite a few aliens are blind!
That's right, we're talking about the Pitt aliens!
This world also has Pitt aliens, and they, too, have their eyes on Cui Ming's DNA.
These guys are notorious in the universe for infiltrating target races using their beauty and disguises to steal superior genes and improve their own races.
Ultraman Seven once stumbled when the Pitt aliens stole his glasses, almost causing him to capsize in a ditch.
Now they've set their sights on Choi Myung.
After all, the price of Storm One's genes has been driven up to astronomical levels on the black market – it's powerful, durable, and most importantly, it's suspected of evolving super-strong adrenaline. Who wouldn't want such a sample?
So when Cui Ming was playing with An Qi and the others, there were actually quite a few beautiful women around them.
The flower seller across from the bench had blonde hair and blue eyes, and a gentle smile, but Cui Ming immediately noticed the thin fold of skin behind her ear—a trace of her transformation into a Pitt alien.
The internet celebrity on the left, taking photos and checking in, had a short skirt and long legs. The camera was pointed at Cui Ming and never moved away, but Cui Ming could smell the metallic coolant smell unique to interstellar travel on her.
The mother and daughter buying ice cream on the right are strikingly young, while the daughter looks completely dazed—that "daughter" is probably a biomimetic surveillance camera.
There was even a guy who pretended to fall and lunged at Cui Ming, only to be frozen in place by a single look from him. He eventually got up sheepishly, rubbing his knee as he walked away.
These beauties
There was nothing about him that moved Choi Myung, only a feeling of murderous intent.
His fingers remained on the holster at his waist, his index finger tapping rhythmically on the leather, like some kind of countdown.
If these guys dare to cross the line, dare to touch a single hair on Angie's or Elsa's head, he can draw his gun in 0.3 seconds and blast their heads into fireworks.
But they didn't.
They just watched and followed, occasionally throwing a flirtatious glance or sending a seductive look, like a pack of wolves circling a campfire, too afraid to approach, yet unwilling to leave.
"Cui, what are you shaking for?"
Angie ran back carrying a giant cotton candy and plopped down next to him.
"I wasn't shaking."
Your fingers are shaking.
"That's rhythm."
Angie tilted her head and looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly realized: "Oh! There are aliens around!"
"Ah."
"Pittians?"
"Ah."
How many?
“Seven.” Cui Ming took a sip of coffee, his gaze sweeping over the flower stalls across the street. “One across from the bench, one taking pictures on the left, two at the ice cream stall on the right, the one pretending to be mother and daughter is a duo, one on the rooftop, and the last one.”
He paused, looking at the clown in the distance handing out balloons to children.
"That balloon was filled with a nerve-numbing gas; touching it could make someone fall into a four-hour drowsy state."
Angie instantly bristled, like a dandelion.
"Then why are you still sitting there?!"
"They didn't cause any trouble."
Cui Ming put down the coffee cup, making a slight clinking sound.
"You can't kill someone without causing trouble."
He spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing the weather, but the restlessness in his eyes was impossible to hide.
For Cui Ming, killing enemies is the real thrill!
Find the enemy, confirm the threat, and then shoot them dead—clean, efficient, and satisfying.
What is this now?
Surrounded by a group of beautiful women, I can neither hit them nor scold them, and I have to pretend I don't see them and sit here like a wooden stake.
Wrong!
"Hey, can't you Pitt aliens have any backbone?"
Cui Ming suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but loud enough for the few "passersby" around him to hear.
The blonde woman selling flowers across the street trembled, and roses fell all over the ground.
"Either you take action directly, or you get lost." Cui Ming crossed his legs, tapping his fingers on his holster, the rhythm quickening. "Aren't you tired of following me like this? I'll count to three, and if you're still in my sight, I'll take it as a declaration of war."
"one."
The figure on the rooftop shrank back inside.
"two."
The online influencer who was taking photos put away her phone and turned to walk into the crowd.
"three--"
The beautiful flower seller froze as she bent down to pick up the flowers, while the "mother and daughter" at the ice cream stand exchanged a glance and slowly backed away.
Only the clown who was handing out balloons remained standing in the same spot, a crack appearing in the paint on his face, revealing pale skin underneath.
Cui Ming's hand was already gripping the gun handle. Then the clown moved.
He shoved the balloon into the hand of a child next to him, ruffled the child's hair, and then turned and disappeared into the alleyway.
He didn't look at Cui Ming even once throughout the entire process.
".whispering sound."
Cui Ming released the gun handle, leaned back, and the back of his head hit the metal frame of the bench with a dull thud.
"Boring."
Angie stared in disbelief, forgetting even to eat her cotton candy: "You just... let them go like that?"
"Otherwise what?" Cui Ming rolled his eyes. "They didn't draw their guns, didn't poison us, and didn't kidnap any children. Should I just shoot them in the street? What difference would that make between me and the Yabo people?"
"But they want to steal your genes!"
“There are plenty of people who want to steal from me.” Cui Ming sneered. “On the black market of the universe, a single strand of my hair is more valuable than gold. If I killed them all, I would have become a butcher long ago.”
As he spoke, he pulled a protein bar from his pocket, tore open the packaging, and took a bite.
"and"
"and?"
“And just because they didn’t make a move today doesn’t mean they won’t tomorrow.” Cui Ming chewed on a protein bar, his eyes turning cold again. “I’m waiting for them to make a mistake, waiting for them to lose their temper, waiting for them to think ‘today is the opportunity’.”
He paused, then a smile curled at the corner of his mouth that sent chills down Angie's spine.
"At that time, I will be able to fire the gun with a legitimate reason."
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Angie silently stuffed a big mouthful of cotton candy into her mouth and decided not to continue the topic.
Hilda came closer, carrying two bags of shopping spoils. She looked at Cui Ming's face, then at the furious Angie, and asked blankly, "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?"
No. *2
"Then why are you making that face?"
"Cui is waiting for the Pitt aliens to die," Angie mumbled.
“Oh,” Hilda nodded, then suddenly realized, “Wait! Pitt aliens?! Where?!”
"Let's go." Cui Ming crumpled the protein bar wrapper into a ball and accurately threw it into the trash can three meters away. "No chance today, I'll come back tomorrow."
He spoke of it casually, as if he were simply booking a movie.
Angie and Hilda exchanged a glance and simultaneously shivered.
This is Storm One.
Even waiting for the enemy to make a mistake can evoke a sense of excitement before the hunt.
"Alright, stop standing there." Cui Ming stood up, dusting off his pants. "Anqi, weren't you going to catch that Pikachu thing?"
"It's an electric mouse! Not Pikachu!"
"Whatever, let's go."
He strode forward, his scarf trailing behind him in an arc.
Angie and Hilda quickly followed, standing on either side like two guardians.
Meanwhile, the Pittians who had disappeared into the crowd were hiding in various corners, reporting in hushed tones through their communicators.
"The target is extremely alert, and conventional contact is ineffective."
"Request a change of strategy. Should we enable forced data collection?"
"Rejected. The risk of forced data collection exceeds the threshold. Storm One has been confirmed to have the ability to kill instantly."
"Then what should we do? Just give up like this?"
"He'll always have his moments of complacency while waiting for the right opportunity."
In the shadows at the alley entrance, the clown who was handing out balloons removed his painted mask, revealing the pale face characteristic of the Pitt aliens beneath.
She watched Cui Ming's departing figure, her fingers unconsciously stroking the palm that had just been rubbing the child's hair.
The child's hair was very soft, just as stiff as the rumors about Choi Myung.
"One day."
She whispered, then disappeared into the shadows.
As Cui Ming walked in the sunlight, he suddenly sneezed.
"You have a cold?" Angie asked.
"No." Cui Ming rubbed his nose, his gaze sweeping in a certain direction. "Someone is talking about me."
"Pittians?"
"Most likely."
"Then why aren't you chasing after him?"
"I told you, today is a holiday."
Cui Ming put his hands in his pockets and walked with an unusually light pace.
"Make them read it aloud. The more they read it aloud, the more hasty they will be when they take action. The more hasty they are, the more mistakes they will make."
He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"I'm waiting." (End of Chapter)