Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 202 Let's see what's behind you.

It is not difficult to conclude that someone has been here.

Chen Baiyu noticed several patches of trampled soil and broken plants.

Human footprints were left there.

He slowly squatted down.

Focusing its gaze on the most recent set of footprints, its superhuman vision and enhanced perception, enhanced by its upgrade, captured all the information contained within.

The first thing you can tell is that the footprints are very new.

The edges were incredibly clear, and even the traces of the churned soil still carried a damp moisture.

Therefore, based on the overall assessment, these footprints appeared only a few hours ago.

With the vast amount of knowledge he had recently crammed, Chen Baiyu was able to quickly make a fairly accurate judgment in conjunction with his strong observation skills.

Besides.

He discovered that the footprints did not belong to one person.

They came from three different people in total.

They formed a loose triangular formation, but their destination was always directly in the direction of the villa area.

The first footprint shows clear tread patterns on the sole, clearly indicating it's a typical heavy outdoor boot tread, and is close to size 44.

The pressure at the front of the footprint is slightly greater.

This is likely because the person's gait carries a habitual pause as if surveying their surroundings, characteristic of a leader or pathfinder.

Most importantly, the soil around his footing showed obvious signs of being squeezed outwards, indicating that the person was carrying a considerable weight.

Based on stride length and footprint depth, his height should be around 1.85 meters, his weight approximately 95 kilograms, and he is male.

This weight suggests that in addition to the weight of the robust physique itself, it most likely includes heavy equipment.

I thought to myself that this was a free country.

Immediately, images of rifles, ammunition, and backpacks flashed through Chen Baiyu's mind.

Bringing these with you when entering a primeval forest is not excessive.

The footprint immediately following to the left is slightly smaller, about size 42, and also shows deep serrations from an outdoor boot. However, it is shallower and the stride is shorter.

This suggests that the owner of the footprints was somewhat cautious, as the force exerted by the soles of the feet was more pronounced when the footprints were placed, as if they were constantly observing their surroundings with vigilance.

身高估计在1米75-1米78之间，体重约75-80公斤，同样为男性。

Their route closely followed the leader, showing an attitude of dependence and obedience.

The last footprint, located further back on the right, is somewhere in between, approximately size 43.

The stride is large, and the landing is decisive.

However, the mud splashed around the edges of the footprints was more pronounced, suggesting a sense of recklessness or impatience.

Height should be around 1.80 meters, weight approximately 85 kilograms, male.

Let's take a quick look.

Chen Baiyu quickly obtained general information about the three people.

Obviously.

not long ago.

Three burly men, most likely fully armed, have been seen in this area.

This made Chen Baiyu frown.

I couldn't help but follow the footprints and look all the way.

Then he saw more from it.

Judging from the footprints...

The three of them seemed to know the place well, without the feeling of getting lost while repeatedly exploring, so it must have been their first time here.

His observations revealed that the footprints changed significantly as the area approached the villa district.

Especially after getting close enough to see the villa area.

The stride spacing indicated that they were no longer moving at a constant pace, but were slowing down noticeably as they approached the villa area.

The stride shortens, the footprints become deeper.

This is because the body's center of gravity has been lowered.

It is a typical posture of vigilance and readiness for battle.

Chen Baiyu's gaze followed the direction the footprints extended.

It eventually landed on the desolate ruins of that villa district.

Considering the freshness of the footprints and the fact that these people seemed to know the way well, the conclusion is obvious.

Several hours ago, three fully armed men arrived at this location.

And they entered that bloody villa slaughterhouse with a clear purpose and vigilance.

They are remnants of the Natural Baptism sect.

Only they could find this nest hidden deep in the primeval forest with such precision, even after being out of contact with headquarters for many days, while carrying weapons.

Think so.

Chen Baiyu searched the surrounding area again.

They quickly noticed the footprints of the three men who had become flustered and were running away.

They were clearly frightened away after witnessing the horrific scene.

After he went on a killing spree.

Aside from looting the corpses and exploring for treasure, they only made simple disposal of some remaining evidence that might expose them, without thoroughly cleaning up the mess.

So the scene after the massacre was like something out of a horror movie.

It does look rather scary.

He pondered this.

Looking in the direction the three men's footprints indicated, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Cutting the weeds but not the roots...

It's easy for it to sprout again after the spring breeze.

As he pondered this, a palpable killing intent solidified around him.

Humans may find it difficult to perceive this coldness and terror unless they are facing his gaze directly.

However, for animals with more acute senses and who rely more on instinct, this killing intent is a chilling, bone-deep cold.

It frightens away all the small animals that live nearby.

They were terrified of provoking this killing god.

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A small town near the Tongas National Forest.

Inside a dimly lit villa.

Hans Müller sat nervously at his desk in his unlit rooftop office.

I could faintly hear the conversation of two trusted men downstairs eating pizza, and the chirping of birds after dawn at three in the morning.

He has been sitting in silence ever since he witnessed that scene at the headquarters villa in the Tongas National Forest last night.

Hans Müller didn't know what to do now.

All he knew was that the images he had witnessed were still vivid in his mind.

It makes it difficult for people to settle down for a long time.

As the external relations director of the Natural Baptism sect, and disregarding the mascot-like vice-leader, he was the second most powerful figure under the leader.

He was an important figure who helped the sect mediate between various forces and capital.

He has always been quite intelligent and quick-witted.

Therefore, he was very clear at this moment about how many astonishing details were contained in the horrific scene he witnessed at headquarters.

Hans could tell from the traces at the scene.

It was an incredibly powerful humanoid creature that managed to wipe out the entire headquarters despite facing a barrage of automatic weapon fire.

That's right.

It is a humanoid creature.

Although it may sound like a story, the evidence from the scene confirms that it is true.

He saw on the neck of the sentry's corpse a pinch mark shaped like five human fingers, which had directly crushed the hard cervical vertebrae and laryngeal cartilage.

This is not the kind of force that human muscles and bones can output; it's more like the industrial violence of a hydraulic clamp closing instantly.

The front ends of some of the bullets scattered on the ground were flattened, proving that these bullets could not penetrate any further when they hit their targets.

This means that the opponent has the ability to defend against rifle fire.

The fragments of the villa gate scattered radially inwards, as if it had been blown apart by a tremendous force. The mass of flesh and blood at the entrance was so pulverized that it looked as if it had been repeatedly crushed by a high-speed heavy truck.

This method of causing large-scale structural destruction in a very short time is as brutal and incomprehensible as a Tyrannosaurus Rex breaking into a block castle.

all in all.

The clearer you are about what happened, the better.

Hans was increasingly incredulous about what had happened.

At that moment, all he knew was how to run away. He wanted to get out of that awful place as quickly as possible.

He didn't realize it until he was sitting in the car.

If the other side hadn't left yet, he wouldn't have been able to escape from such a monster; he would likely have had his head ripped off without even realizing it.

Just like the cult leader Manny.

He ended up with the same fate as Louis XVI.

But even so.

Fear still compelled him to get into the car immediately.

Then, they returned to the villa, looking around cautiously and with trepidation the whole way.

The good news is.

Hans did not encounter that guy on the road.

The bad news is.

Even now, Hans still cannot completely calm down.

Because he realized that his current situation was very bad.

Regardless of whether the unknown and powerful humanoid creature was targeting the Natural Baptism Cult or simply passing by without any specific purpose.

After setting aside the threat of the unknown humanoid creature, there is still a threat from the Big Russian gang.

The cult leader had already finalized a deal with that group for the organs he had. If he backed out now, he would definitely be tied up and sunk in the Pacific Ocean.

After all, most of the sect's senior executives and key figures in the capital that supports them have already been taken down at headquarters.

The sect is practically defunct, and the Da Mao gang can't possibly extend him a few days out of respect for the sect.

"Should we go back to headquarters and search for more organs?"

Hans murmured.

He immediately dismissed the idea.

Even if you suppress your fear of unknown creatures and find the organ, what good is it?
They even work for religious sects?

Your mother's Qing Dynasty is dead!

Next, it won't just be the big Mao gang; the capital lost by the loss of key members at their headquarters will also cause trouble for these remnants of the sect.

While thinking.

The sky, which had already brightened at three in the morning, shone through the window, making the room bright enough to see clearly.

Downstairs, Carl and Ryan were still wolfing down their heated frozen pizzas while chatting incoherently.

As simple-minded, physically strong guys who were raised as confidants, they seemed completely indifferent to what was happening.

Hans glanced at the documents he had been working on on the table, then looked out the window at the town that was lighting up in the morning light.

He pondered for a moment.

He immediately gritted his teeth and looked at the set of car keys beside him.

I can't keep overthinking.

Got to run!
It doesn't matter whether that creature is targeting the Natural Baptism Cult or whether I will be targeted by that creature next.

If it's directed at yourself, then it's game over.

If we're not targeting this issue, then let other people worry about this unscientific thing.

He's definitely going to have to run away now.

No matter where you run, as long as you stay away from Russia and the free country, it's fine.

After all, if he didn't run away with the money, he might really be torn apart by unknown creatures, the capital that originally supported the sect, and the Mao gang.

He has no intention of paying homage to Shang Yang.

Think so.

Hans Müller almost immediately grabbed the car keys at hand and then skillfully began rummaging through the office.

He was packing things he might need for a getaway, and judging by his skill, he had clearly practiced countless times.

They quickly packed several remarkably realistic forged passports and other necessary documents, along with a small bag of diamonds.

He then quickly zipped up his travel bag.

The sound of metal buckles snapping shut was particularly jarring in the overly quiet rooftop office.

After taking a deep breath, Hans picked up the heavy package and strode towards the stairs.

The leather boots thudded on the wooden stairs.

He subconsciously quickened his pace.

however.

They suddenly stopped halfway down the stairs.

wrong!

Hans stood frozen in place.

It felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen instantly.

Cold sweat broke out on his back.

He stopped because he suddenly realized a problem: it was too quiet!

The conversations between close confidants downstairs, which could usually be heard from the rooftop office, were now completely silent.

He was clearly on the stairs going downstairs, closer to the source of the sound, so he should have heard it more clearly!

Why can't I hear anything at all?

Have they stopped talking?

Think of this.

A sense of foreboding mixed with intense fear instantly gripped his heart.

He wanted to shout immediately and ask what the two guys were doing.

But an ominous premonition prevented him from shouting. Instead, his other hand, which wasn't carrying a bag, moved silently toward the Glock 19 pistol at his waist.

He seemed to be gripping the gun with a practiced ease, but the white knuckles from the force indicated that he wasn't as calm as he appeared.

He held his breath and slightly hunched his body.

Like a trapped beast that has sensed a deadly trap, it begins to incline down inch by inch.

He took each step with extreme care.

Try to make the wooden stairs as quiet as possible as he moves forward.

He also tried his best to catch even the slightest movement downstairs during this process.

But respond to him.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat growing louder and louder.

at last.

As he stepped down the last step and stood at the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

The moment his gaze swept into that area, Hans Müller's pupils contracted to their maximum size.

He saw Carl and Ryan.

They remained at the dining table, their postures even appearing somewhat natural.

For example, Carl even had one hand resting on the edge of the table, as if he was about to pick up a can of Coke from the table.

however.

Their heads were forcibly rotated a full 180 degrees at an angle that is absolutely impossible for human physiology!

They all turned the back of their heads and faces to face different directions.

At that moment, Hans suddenly realized.

No wonder there was no sound!

Because their voices were forever trapped inside their completely shattered cervical vertebrae.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Hans's mind went blank.

All escape plans were shattered by the sudden sight before them.

A tremendous shock overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

What followed was deep doubt.

who did it?

Or what did it?
In such a short time...

Without his knowledge...

As if crushing two insects, he easily and inhumanly eliminated his two fully armed henchmen?!

While thinking.

A calm, emotionless voice suddenly sounded behind him, as if speaking right next to his ear:

"Look behind you?"

(End of this chapter)