Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 203 Cutting out the roots
Chen Baiyu stared quietly at the man in front of him who had stiffened up immediately after he finished speaking.

His heart remained completely unmoved.

Or rather, compared to the tension and fear on the other side, he appeared quite relaxed.

He even opened a contact list he found in the villa and was slowly flipping through it with great interest, looking for something.

They looked as comfortable as if they were at home.

Even though the man opposite me had a gun.

Although theoretically a gun is faster beyond seven paces, it is both fast and accurate within seven paces.

Although he should have given way.

But so what?
As he pondered...

Hans Müller, standing before him, turned his head with a look of fear and confusion.

The action that occurs together with turning one's head.

It was the muzzle that turned in sync with the trigger, and the trigger that was pulled without hesitation.

For such operations.

Chen Baiyu's gaze never left the contact list page.

The instant Hans turned his wrist and raised his gun.

The metallic clang of the trigger being pulled and the burst of gunfire erupted almost simultaneously.

Chen Baiyu's head tilted three centimeters to the right like a pendulum, causing the bullet that was supposed to hit his left temple to miss with a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air.

The scorching airflow from the bullet ruffled the stray hairs at his temples. The bullet grazed the edge of the wooden mask and entered the wall behind him, exploding into a cloud of cement debris.

He dodged the bullets with ease.

next moment.

The air became quiet.

Hans stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe that such a close-range shot had been dodged so easily by someone turning their head.

His pupils were frozen in the ferocity of the gunshot, not yet turning to terror.

Chen Baiyu reached out and grabbed the right wrist of the person holding the gun.

With what seemed like a casual push, Hans's entire arm joint groaned in pain as it was twisted and dislocated.

The Glock 19 pistol he was holding was immediately snatched away by Chen Baiyu.

The entire movement was extremely smooth and swift.

Hans could only stand there helplessly, clutching his right hand and wailing, while subconsciously glancing at Chen Baiyu.

Then I saw the other person close their five fingers.

The steel-forged gun barrel immediately emitted a tooth-grinding groan, followed by the slide twisting and deforming under immense pressure, and fragments of the broken recoil spring flying out from between the fingers.

When Chen Baiyu opened his palm.

A mass of metal debris fell to the ground.

The deformed magazine bounced twice on the floor, and an unfired bullet rolled out of the flattened chamber and came to a stop at his feet with a clatter.

Hans stood motionless amidst the mess.

His camouflage uniform, soaked with cold sweat, clung to his back; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he dared not utter a sound.

He understood immediately at that moment.

Why did his two trusted confidants suddenly turn into that state without saying a word?

Because of the speed at which this person reacted to bullets and seized the gun, and the terrifying strength with which he crushed a handgun with one hand.

That's enough to crush and annihilate all ordinary people.

It can only be said that the deaths of their two trusted confidants were not unjust.

Even if Schwarzenegger were standing here today, the odds would be at most 30/70.

The kind of 30/70 split where you get cut into seven pieces in three seconds.

And almost at the same time.

Hans Müller immediately understood what situation he was in.

He was caught before he could even run away.

The first to come knocking were neither the Maoist gang nor the capitalists who had previously supported the sect.

Rather, it was that unknown and powerful humanoid creature.

He is now facing the same fate that those people at headquarters went through.

We must find a way to survive the monster.

Think of this.

More cold sweat poured out.

Chen Baiyu ignored Hans Müller's reaction and instead looked intently at the yellowed pages of the address book in front of her. Then, the face hidden behind the wooden mask turned to the ashen-faced man.

"I still have quite a few people in my contacts."

"You know where these local territories guys live, right?"

talking.

Chen Baiyu handed the contact list to Hans Müller, and a cold, seemingly emotionless voice came from behind the wooden mask.

if you can.

He hoped to eliminate the problem completely in one fell swoop. In addition to thoroughly destroying and clearing the buildings and corpses in the primeval forest villa area, he also planned to deal with the local natural baptism sect members before leaving Alaska.

To accomplish this, it would be best to obtain as much information as possible from the person in front of you to assist you.

After all, it was too much trouble for him to find the place himself. Before he had a powerful ability that he could use to track people, it had already taken him a lot of effort to get here.

Previously, when we were in the jungle.

He followed the footprints of the three men to a patch of tire tracks, and then followed the tire tracks all the way to a main road outside the primeval forest.

And once you get to this point, it becomes very difficult to continue the pursuit.

The tire tracks left on the main road become increasingly blurred as the distance increases, and more and more variables also appear as the distance increases.

He is not a god.

The pursuit ended abruptly here.

However, considering that there was a small town nearby in the direction the wheel tracks were heading, he decided to note down all the information provided by the wheel tracks and head straight to the town to find the car.

Perhaps due to a stroke of luck, he quickly drove around the town in his optical camouflage vehicle and soon pinpointed the location of the car.

Then, after driving around in optical camouflage and listening for a while, he compared the three people to make sure he hadn't made a mistake before taking action.

have nothing to say.

If it has been confirmed that they are members of the Natural Baptism sect, and they have also been to the villa area in the primeval forest and seen the scene of devastation, then it is better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

And now.

He didn't want to spend any more effort carefully searching for targets that needed to be eliminated completely.

The best option is to get this guy in front of you to listen and tell you some information.

He believed the person on the other end was intelligent.

And at this moment.

Hans Müller's gaze was fixed on the address book that was handed to him, as if drawn by an invisible magnet.

The booklet that recorded most of the sect's contacts and supporters was, at this moment, nothing less than a death warrant in his eyes.

No, this is the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell.

The other side clearly wants him to reveal some of his damned accomplices, and then, like the King of Hell calling roll, they'll come knocking on his door one by one to offer him comfort.

Think of this.

The hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

It felt as if my heart was being gripped tightly by a cold, iron hand, and each beat was accompanied by a suffocating feeling of impending death.

The person in front of him, wearing a simple wooden mask, possessed strength, speed, and a calm indifference to life that far exceeded his understanding of danger.

Even when he had a gun pointed at him, he had never felt so terrified.

Because the opponent was a monster more terrifying than a gun.

It can crush a pistol as easily as crushing a cookie, and it can even react to bullets.

Faced with such an extremely sinister monster.

He dared not think about anything more.

The thought of resistance had barely surfaced when it was completely crushed by the gruesome image of Karl and Renn's heads being turned around, which resurfaced in his mind.

Absolutely impossible to resist!

Resistance not only offers no chance of success, but failure will inevitably lead to torment.

Or to be more precise, he actually had virtually no chance of survival.

Only brainless villains in TV dramas and novels would agree to spare their enemies; anyone with a modicum of sense would absolutely eliminate them completely.

As a smart person.

He is very clear.

If I were to cooperate actively now, I would probably only get a quick and painless death.

Don't think this doesn't count as a reward.

In fact, if you don't actively cooperate, you'll most likely end up in a situation where you can neither live nor die, and that's when the real suffering begins.

While thinking.

He made the decision slowly.

"clear……"

"I am familiar with most of the core members and senior executives of the Natural Baptism sect."

Hans's voice was dry, like sandpaper, and trembled uncontrollably.

He dared not refuse to answer.

Because he understands that he, like most young people in the world, is afraid of pain but not of death.

A quick death is not a threat.

The greatest threat to him was the pain he would have to endure until death.

No one can withstand severe torture; those who can are truly extraordinary individuals who transcend ordinary human beings.

So I only hesitated for a moment.

Hans then extended his uninjured left hand and, with trembling hands, took the address book, which was clearly very light but felt heavy at that moment.

The cold touch of the paper sent a shiver down his spine.

But he dared not pause for a moment.

Instead, I forced myself to concentrate and quickly scroll through the pages, browsing and filtering the names and contact information that once represented connections, resources, and power.

“This…this one, Jim Thorne, is our supplies coordinator in Juno Harbor. The warehouse is at No. 7, Third Street, Dock District…”

"This is Martha Winters, the owner of the 'Aurora' Hotel in town. The basement is our temporary transit point... The address is..."

Hans's voice trembled violently, and he struggled to keep his sentences coherent.

But he kept trying to speak.

The way he was exerting himself made it seem as if he was rushing to speak, as if he was afraid that pausing for even a second would bring about his doom.

After each name is pointed out.

Hans Müller would glance cautiously at the wooden mask out of the corner of his eye, as if trying to see Chen Baiyu's expression through it.

However, the gaze behind the mask seemed to remain fixed on the contact list, never directly falling on him.

It makes people feel like there's an opportunity to take advantage of it.

But actually.

Hans just wanted to say, what a load of rubbish! With his gun already crushed, how was he supposed to kill such a monster with his bare hands when he was less than a meter away?

I should just wash up and go to sleep; anything can happen in dreams.

Seeing that the other side was so unprepared did not make Hans relax or raise any thoughts of resistance; on the contrary, it made him even more fearful.

He felt that the other party's contempt and arrogance stemmed from a sense of complete control and confidence in all changes and developments in the situation.

This sense of control is extremely strong.

Even if the other person isn't looking at him right now, it's as if they can still keep track of his every move.

This made him swallow hard in fear.

He then hurriedly began to recount the information he knew, as if reciting a menu.

Chen Baiyu listened quietly, her expression beneath the wooden mask remaining unchanged.

He doesn't need to be threatened or urged.

Just standing there.

Just like the abyss itself, it released an extremely terrifying pressure.

This was more than enough to break down the self-proclaimed shrewd cult leader in front of him, and make him willingly hand over information about his so-called comrades.

This is a logical outcome resulting from overwhelming force.

He didn't care at all whether the information the other party was saying was true or false, because although he, who possessed the rudimentary form of the Yang God, couldn't travel thousands of miles in his spirit, he could already vaguely perceive the truthfulness of other people's words from their mental fluctuations.

As a human lie detector, he will make liars pay the price.

However, it seems that Chen Baiyu's pressure was too strong, or perhaps it was because Hans Müller wanted to take a few people down with him before he died.

In short, Chen Baiyu didn't realize the other party was lying.

The other party obediently cooperated and told Chen Baiyu everything he knew, which gave Chen Baiyu a general idea of ​​what to do next.

Time passed in this way amidst Hans's intermittent, fear-filled accusations.

soon.

The sky outside the window grew a few degrees brighter.

However, the temperature did not warm up with the dawn.

Because of its proximity to the Arctic, the gray-white light of Alaska at dawn carries a unique chill.

When the cold light shone through the window, it immediately made Hans, who had stopped speaking, tremble twice, making him unsure whether he was trembling from fear or from the cold.

All he knew was that the other side had made a move.

Chen Baiyu's patience finally ran out, just like a precise timer.

When Hans pointed to the last name and finished saying the address, his voice almost choked with tears.

Chen Baiyu no longer looked at the address book stained with Hans's cold sweat.

Instead, it landed calmly on Hans's face through the holes in the rough wooden mask.

"very good."

"Goodbye."

The cold voice betrayed no emotion.

He didn't say anything unnecessary.

This made Hans freeze instantly, as if he were hearing the final judgment.

next moment.

Chen Baiyu slowly raised his hand.

The movement wasn't fast, but it carried an undeniable sense of finality, heading directly for Hans Müller's face.

Hans Müller's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

He wanted to back away, he wanted to scream.

But my body felt frozen, unable to move, and I could only watch helplessly as the hand drew closer and closer...

Even if one is prepared to die.

But when death is truly imminent, it is hard to resist the urge to struggle and to do something because of the immense terror between life and death.

but……

He can't actually do anything.

They wanted to back away, but couldn't even move their feet.

He wanted to scream but could only make a "hoarse" inhalation sound in his throat.

In the end, he could only helplessly watch as the hand that had just crushed the steel reached out to him.

He extinguished his thoughts, clinging to the faint hope that he might survive.

Despair, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed all his remaining hope.

That's right.

He's next!

Before the King of Hell begins his roll call, the first to die is him, who has no further use.

While pondering this...

Before he could even recall his life, a sharp pain shot through his neck, followed by everything going black.

World, screen off.

Game over.

(End of this chapter)