Chapter 994
Zei: My mission is now.
"Listen up, everyone! Keep artillery fire, I'm going to finish them off!" Cui Ming shouted into the communicator, grabbed the incendiary bomb belt from his waist, and charged directly towards Silizan. At this moment, the Yukikaze's artillery fire continued to fall, and the flames from the exploding incendiary bombs formed walls of fire on the beach. The high temperature distorted the air, but Cui Ming didn't care. He nimbly moved through the gaps in the fire walls, stepping on the scorched sand.
Silizan's lower legs were burned to bone, and the rotting flesh in its abdomen continued to burn, yet it still struggled to swing its claws, trying to smash the annoying human. Cui Ming charged at the claws, and the instant the claws landed, he rolled to the side, simultaneously inserting two incendiary bombs precisely into the gash in Silizan's abdomen—the cells there could no longer regenerate as quickly as they burned, and flames exploded from within, causing Silizan's body to convulse violently.
"Kaina! Focus fire on its head!" Cui Ming stood up and pulled out the last three incendiary bombs from his backpack. The Yukikaze's artillery immediately adjusted its direction, and several incendiary bombs simultaneously slammed into Silizan's head, flames and thick smoke engulfing the entire head. Taking advantage of this opening, Cui Ming took two running steps and leaped into the air, using a protruding reef for leverage, and smashed the incendiary bomb hard into Silizan's eye socket!
"Boom—!" Flames erupted from Silizan's eye sockets and mouth simultaneously. It let out a final, shrill roar, and its massive body crashed to the ground, motionless. The intense heat continued to burn, and Silizan's body gradually turned into charcoal. The originally nauseating stench was replaced by the smell of burning.
Cui Ming landed on the ground, dusting off his clothes—aside from some black ash, they weren't badly damaged. He looked at the completely burned Silizan, stretched, and said casually, as if he'd just come back from a walk: "Like I'm on vacation."
The aliens behind the distant reefs fell into a deathly silence after deciphering the words through their lip-reading device. The green-skinned leader stared at the dust-covered human on the screen, his fingers trembling: "What...what did he say? Fighting a 60-meter-tall zombie monster like it's a vacation?!"
The adjutant beside him swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Chief, perhaps we should abandon our reconnaissance mission to Earth. These humans are terrifying. Their tiny bodies can take on giant monsters head-on, and they think it's just a vacation. What have they been through?"
The other aliens nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Cui Ming. They had originally intended to observe Earth's combat capabilities, but now it seemed that Storm One alone was beyond their comprehension—this wasn't a normal human being, but a madman who treated even monsters as "vacation and entertainment"! If they really provoked him, their entire fleet probably wouldn't be enough to defeat him.
Cui Ming didn't care about the aliens' thoughts. He spoke into the communicator, "Kaina, confirm if Silizan is completely destroyed. Everyone else, come and clean up the scene, and be sure to take precautions." After speaking, he glanced at the burning monster corpse, a faint smile playing on his lips—for him, this level of battle was indeed much easier than dealing with those high-level messes.
On the monitor screen of the temporary command tent, as Silizan's massive body crashed to the ground and was completely engulfed by flames, Sawai's tense shoulders finally relaxed. He took off his reading glasses, gently rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up—on the screen, Cui Ming was brushing dust off his clothes, looking as relaxed as he did after every difficult mission.
"That kid, still so reliable," Zejing murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. From the initial monster crisis to handling various emergencies, Cui Ming was always the one rushing to the front. Even when facing a sixty-meter-tall zombie monster, he could win the battle with his reckless tactics and accurate judgment. He picked up the thermos on the table, took a sip of warm tea, and felt the warmth slide down his throat, dispelling the frustration he had felt earlier due to the officials' obstruction.
Setting down his thermos, Sawai immediately got up and began preparing for the follow-up work. He first went to the map, circled the area where Silithan was burning in red, and marked it "Continuous temperature monitoring is required to prevent reignition," adding next to it, "Set up an isolation zone within a five-kilometer radius and arrange for purification teams to handle the corrosive liquid contamination in batches." Then, he picked up his communicator and dialed the TPC purification department: "This is Sawai. The shallow sea monster has been eliminated. Immediately dispatch three purification teams with high-temperature disinfection equipment and neutralizing agents. Please take precautions to protect yourselves; the remaining corrosive liquid at the site is contaminated."
After hanging up the communicator, Sawai's gaze fell on a crumpled document on the corner of the table—it was the approval signed by Japanese officials when they refused to burn the site. The words "the residents' 'perceptions' must be given priority, and burning should be postponed" seemed particularly ironic at this moment. He recalled the scene of the meeting with the officials a few days ago: even though Choi had already presented a detailed burning plan, demonstrating its safety and efficiency, the officials argued endlessly about "whether it would affect the surrounding land prices" and "whether the media reports would be negative," with some even slamming their fists on the table and saying, "EDF shouldn't be so arbitrary; it should listen to the local opinions."
"Now look what happened, they brought it on themselves." Zejing snorted, tapping his fingertips lightly on the document. The battle plan and communication records released by Cui Ming had gone viral online, and the public's anger was directed at these officials who only cared about "face" and ignored the actual risks. TPC headquarters also sent a message to establish a special team to investigate the incident—these people would not only be dismissed, but would probably also have to bear the responsibility for pollution cleanup compensation. They were really in deep trouble.
Thinking of this, Ze Jing couldn't help but laugh out loud. He picked up the communicator again and dialed Cui Ming's number this time: "Old Cui, well done! Leave the follow-up to me. You go and rest first. You're covered in dust, you should take a shower." Cui Ming's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone. Ze Jing hung up the phone, looked at the map again, and his eyes became firm—although the follow-up cleanup work was tedious, as long as those inactive officials paid the price, it would be worth it no matter how hard it was.
The sea breeze was still blowing outside the window, but this time, the stench in the air had faded considerably, leaving only a faint smell of burning. Sawai tidied the documents on the table, strode out of the tent, and prepared to go to the site to direct the cleanup work—he wanted to see this beach, polluted by the monster, restored to its pristine state, and he wanted to witness firsthand how those officials would pay the price for their foolish decisions. (End of Chapter)