Chapter 1448
Earth’s Big Stage
Earth is a grand stage; if you don't have a job, don't come.
To put it simply, if you don't have some strength, you'll die if you come to Earth now.
However, many people in the universe are still unaware of this.
The top powers are aware of Earth's terrifying nature, but they keep quiet! They deliberately sabotage people! Those kingdoms of light, the empires of the Empera aliens, and even certain neutral business alliances—they all pretend not to know. Earth? Oh, it's a newly emerging civilization, quite weak. Go, go, you can make a fortune there.
What a load of rubbish.
Go there and you'll die.
So the current situation is that Earth still receives quite a few cosmic monsters.
However, first they have to get past Earth's defenses against cosmic fire.
"Hahahaha!!!! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!!! Shoot them all off! Hahahaha!!!!"
Meanwhile, satellites in Earth's outer reaches were frantically firing beams of light, a torrential downpour of blue-white rays that shattered approaching meteorites and unidentified flying objects into fragments. These fragments burned up outside Earth's atmosphere, like a dazzling fireworks display illuminating the dark universe.
And the madwoman in charge... Cui Ming knew her.
Cui Ming had no idea how this guy came from the EDF world to the Ultraman Tiga world.
He stood in the TPC monitoring room, watching the figure on the screen frantically pressing the launch button, and his lips twitched.
"How did she get here?" Cui Ming asked Kaina.
"They came along with the EDF follow-up support forces." Kaina's projection brought up the file. "Normal transfer, all procedures are complete."
"..."
Cui Ming fell silent.
He recalled that back in the EDF world, this girl would hide alone in an air-raid shelter, firing at the radar screen, never going into battle, never attending parties, and even having someone slip nutritional supplements into the crack of her door for meals. Her artillery accuracy was the highest in all of EDF, but when they spoke face-to-face, she couldn't even form a complete sentence.
When they arrived, they were told they were there to be gunners for the defensive satellite.
Cui Ming went to see her in person. The guy was huddled in a corner, holding a beam cannon, his eyes darting around. He would look at her for three seconds and then look away, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"I...I want to...fire the cannon..."
"why?"
“Because…because…” She buried her face in her knees, “The universe…is fine…I don’t need to…see anyone…”
Cui Ming was actually quite speechless.
Why aren't you properly fighting the Star Guides in the EDF world? What are you doing here?
“The coordinates given by others… are too complicated… to calculate… to communicate… it’s troublesome…” She shrank her neck. “Storm One… is easy to recognize… its killing intent… can be smelled from a great distance…”
"..."
“And…” She looked up, glanced quickly at Cui Ming, then looked down again, “…it’s fulfilling to play support for Storm One…”
Cui Ming remained silent for a long time.
He remembered when this girl was with EDF, every time he led a charge, she would go on a rampage in the bunker, blasting the Star Guide fleet to smithereens. When he returned, she would send him a message through the screen: "Fired 300 rounds, all hits, are you alright?" He would reply with a simple "yes," and she would be happy for the whole day.
Incidentally, she really enjoyed her job in the universe because she was socially awkward.
But as long as we don't meet, she's normal... even a little crazy.
"Hahahaha!!!! One more shot!!! That meteorite! Yes! That one! Smash it!!!"
On the screen, her hair was disheveled, her eyes burned with fanaticism, and her fingers flew across the control panel, pressing each launch button like she was playing the piano. Under her control, the satellite cannon accurately hit every target, with an error of no more than 0.3 meters.
"Left! There's a fish that slipped through the net on the left! Finish it off! Finish it off! Hahahaha!!!"
Cui Ming looked at the screen and shook his head.
"What was her name again?"
“She’s a bombardment maniac.” Kaina’s voice carried a hint of helplessness. “Her codename on the EDF side, nobody knows her real name, and she won’t tell us.”
"..."
"Of course, TPC registered her under the name 'Peripheral Defense Specialist'."
Is she satisfied?
“Satisfied.” A hint of a smile flashed across Kaina’s projection. “She said…it’s bigger than the EDF’s air raid shelter…better visibility…and can shoot at…more things…”
"..."
Of course, this madman, though crazy, is still very capable.
She is indeed skilled at operating the satellite cannon; she has taken down quite a few space monsters and illegal spaceships during this period.
Cui Ming nodded as he looked at the constantly flashing destruction logs on the screen.
"Let her continue."
"Yes." On the screen, she pressed another button, and a beam of light accurately hit an illegal spaceship that was trying to approach, exploding into a dazzling spark.
"Hahahaha!!!! Beautiful!!! Again!!!"
Cui Ming turned and left the monitoring room, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Although he's a madman.
Although I am a socially anxious person.
Although he's a coward who only dares to fire his guns through a screen.
But at least, she held the first line of defense for Earth.
Let those reckless cosmic monsters and illegal spaceships turn into fireworks before they even land.
This is enough.
Earth is a grand stage; if you don't have a job, don't come.
Once you arrive, you have to get past her first.
And she never disappointed Cui Ming.
Actually, this crazy woman scared the people at TPC quite a bit.
The main problem is that this crazy woman keeps sending messages to Cui Ming, asking where to call.
In the command center, Cui Ming was eating instant noodles when his communicator suddenly rang. He glanced at it and answered it expressionlessly.
"Hey."
"Storm...Storm One..." A voice barely audible came through the communicator, but the background noise was mixed with the frantic pounding of control panel buttons. "To the left...three o'clock to the left...there's a spaceship...should we engage?"
"That's a TPC patrol vessel."
"……Oh."
Three seconds of silence.
"That...that big one right in front of us..."
That's the moon.
"……Oh."
Three more seconds passed.
"Then...then down there...that moving one..."
“That’s Spike,” Cui Ming’s voice remained calm. “It’s chasing Tom.”
"……Oh."
The communication was disconnected.
In the command room, Shinjo and Horii huddled in a corner, their faces pale.
"Was she...was she trying to bomb the moon just now?" Shinjo's voice trembled.
"It seems...yes." Horii's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
At the time, everyone's thought was...
Hey sis! You're operating a satellite cannon! The kind that kills a whole bunch of people with one shot! The instructors wouldn't dare use that thing carelessly!!!
You just need to deal with the meteorite from outer space...
Don't use it recklessly!
Xincheng mustered his courage and moved closer to Cui Ming: "Instructor... um... the outer perimeter defense specialist... isn't she... a little...?"
"What's up?" Cui Ming slurped up a mouthful of noodles.
"A bit...too enthusiastic?" Shinjo carefully chose his words, afraid of being targeted by a satellite cannon. "Isn't...is the communication frequency she's sending you...too high?"
"Not much." Cui Ming finished the instant noodle soup. "Only about twenty times a day."
"Twenty-odd times?!" Shinjo almost jumped up. "Then... what if she accidentally... points the cannon at the base one day..."
“No.” Cui Ming put the cup on the table. “She only listens to me.”
“But…” Horii leaned closer, his voice low, “What if… what if she misunderstands something… like… like she thinks we haven’t respected you enough…”
"and then?"
"And then...and then she might...maybe she made us her targets..." (End of Chapter)