Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Noah pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Yes, it does, but to reach this level of high temperature requires an extremely large energy output. Moreover, judging from the form of the ash, it burns from the inside, which cannot be achieved by external high temperature. It's more like... spontaneous combustion inside the body."

Spontaneous combustion inside the body?

Upon hearing this, Tanaka Tsukasa gradually formed a deduction in his mind that even he found crazy.

All the witnesses saw Death alone; none of his so-called accomplices showed a trace.

So, if we don't want to complicate things, what if Death isn't an organization, but a single person?

But this is too outrageous. Even if he is a super soldier, even if he has all sorts of unbelievable weapons and equipment, how can someone appear and disappear silently and possess endless methods of killing?

The fact that one person could do all this is simply beyond the limits of human understanding.

These deduced weapons are unbelievable even to these scientists. What if he really is a god?

Thinking about this, Tanaka Tsukasa couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, finding it somewhat ridiculous that he had such a thought.

How could gods really exist? This is most likely a misconception deliberately left for them by the Grim Reaper, making them believe that this is a supernatural phenomenon, in order to confuse the public and cover up the truth.

"Mr. Tanaka."

William's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"We have designed countermeasures against weather weapons. Next, we need you to devise a plan to lure Death out again."

The island nation's government brought the issue of death to the forefront, attracting worldwide attention. This made William feel a sense of urgency; the secrets hidden within death must be mastered by the United States, and no one else should be allowed to get there first.

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed and rubbed his temples:

"It's simple to get Death to show itself, but whether you can actually catch him is another matter."

He cannot bear the responsibility if he creates any more commotion and causes social panic.

William waved his hand, his face full of confidence:

"As long as the Metropolitan Police Department can lure out Death, the rest is up to us."

He couldn't wait any longer. Despite the large number of troops gathered in Ryukyu, Death still managed to escape. However, thanks to them, the Diet has finally begun to take the threat of Death seriously. Recently, not only has a large special fund been approved, but several special items have also been sent as assistance.

Death, super soldier... William's lips curled up slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Human research on lightning protection is already quite advanced; it is not an invincible miracle, and we have already found ways to deal with it.

So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? He looked out the window at the Tokyo night view, his eyes filled with a confident determination.

……

Just as all sectors of the island nation were searching for traces of death.

It was Friday, and after school, Yuuichi Kaname was invited out shopping by Anna Yagyu.

The three of them walked and stopped frequently along the way.

After getting tired of shopping, Anna pulled the two of them into a Burger King.

"I haven't had a hamburger in ages."

Anna Yagyu held the hamburger in both hands, took a big bite, squinted her eyes, and chewed with a satisfied expression.

High-calorie foods instinctively make people feel happy.

Han Chuanyou ordered a large Whopper. With one bite, the refreshing taste of vegetables and pickles mixed with the rich sauce, along with the aroma of beef, made it exceptionally satisfying.

Compared to McDonald's, this is a normal-sized hamburger; he could finish a McDonald's in two bites.

Anna Yagyu swallowed the food in her mouth and casually started talking about the hot news of the past two days:

"I heard the Metropolitan Police Department is hunting down the Grim Reaper everywhere. I hope the Grim Reaper doesn't get caught and kills a few more bad guys."

"Anna is even worried about the Grim Reaper's safety?"

"After all, he is just as righteous as his senior. I just don't know what the Grim Reaper looks like. Come to think of it, no one has ever seen him before."

She couldn't help but picture the image of Death in her mind: was it a scruffy, middle-aged man, a handsome young man, or just an ordinary-looking passerby?

Han Chuan You nodded in agreement: "I know, he must be as handsome as me."

"Narcissist," Yagyu Genon muttered casually from the side.

"These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth."

Yagyu Genon sighed. She wasn't particularly concerned about the Grim Reaper's actions, but rather focused on the recent political developments in the country.

"Speaking of which, recently, China has been expanding its military under the pretext of maintaining domestic stability, and its behavior has become increasingly bold, causing such tension in relations with neighboring countries."

"is it?"

Han Chuan You picked up the chicken nugget in front of him, dipped it in sauce, and then casually offered it to the girl's mouth.

The girl, who was speaking, subconsciously opened her mouth and ate it. Her lips accidentally touched his fingertips, which were soft and slightly warm.

She chewed incoherently and continued, "I'm really afraid that this place will eventually become a battlefield between the neighboring country and America... Wouldn't it be better if everyone could live in peace?"

Han Chuan You smiled slightly.

When Yagyu Tsurune realized what had happened, she remembered the sensation of her lips touching him. Her ears turned bright red instantly. She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, then glanced at her younger sister beside her. Seeing that she was focused on eating a hamburger, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, when people are focused, they subconsciously eat what others hand them.

Ignoring the girl's embarrassed and annoyed gaze, Han Chuanyou picked up his cola and took a sip.

"Who knows what that old hag is thinking? It's not a big deal to unleash the dog, but I'm afraid she'll overestimate herself and try to test the bottom line of the surrounding countries. She'll know the pain when she gets hit with a stick."

These people have used my actions during this period as an excuse to expand our military.

These people are truly unafraid of being purged. It seems they really want to gamble on the nation's fate again. Let's just hope they can withstand their own purge first.

He raised his chin, indicating, "Xianyin, give me one of your fries."

"help yourself."

"I want you to feed me."

Han Chuan You opened his mouth with a smile.

Seeing how shameless he was, Yagyu Genon simply grabbed a few fries and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

The touch of the girl's fingers on his tongue was fleeting; he coughed, his throat tickling from the stimulation.

He picked up the Coke and smoothed it out.

"Xuan Yin, you wait, I'll stab you like this someday too."

"I'm not going to let you stab me."

Yagyu Genon lowered her head, her fingers still damp from stuffing the fries in her mouth. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him fiercely with her phoenix eyes.

Anna Yagyu looked at the two of them, her face inexplicably turning rosy, as if they were making a suggestive joke.

Chiyoda District, Kujo Family.

Inside the spacious and brightly lit restaurant, the mother and daughter sat facing each other across a long table.

The table was neatly set with a variety of exquisite dishes, from light Japanese cuisine to Western-style cold dishes, each one showing the chef's dedication.

Kujo Maki served herself a bowl of vegetable soup, picked up a spoon and stirred it lightly, the porcelain spoon making a soft, crisp sound against the rim of the bowl.

She picked up the bowl, took a sip, and slowly put it down.

"Recently, Tokyo has started to get chaotic again. The Grim Reaper's actions have crossed the line for those politicians, and people from abroad who are interested in the Grim Reaper are also getting restless. Recently, there may be quite a few mixed-race people sneaking into Tokyo, so be careful."

Kujou Kitsune put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin and lightly wiped her lips with elegant and graceful movements. She looked up at her mother:

"I understand. What does Mother plan to do? Those people probably want to drag the Kujo family into this too."

Kujo Maki nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips:

"Let them do as they please. We, the Kujo family, will just cooperate a little on the surface."

Although the Kujo family has close ties with those politicians, and the Grim Reaper's actions have had some impact on the family's interests, in Kujo Maki's eyes, temporary gains and losses are never what she truly cares about.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in her beautiful eyes:

"Actually, I think it would be a good thing if the Grim Reaper could really cleanse this country thoroughly. At that time, the Kujo family would no longer be hindered and could develop at their own pace."

Chapter 136 Explosion! Vasily in Action (Chapter 132 Released)

The island nation's current development strategy has completely deviated from the path that the Kujo family hoped for.

As a prominent aristocratic family in the history of the island nation, the Kujo family lost most of their privileges after the war due to the American reforms of the mainland. Only after the American control was relaxed was they able to rebuild and develop to their current state based on the foundation they had built in the past.

Maki Kujo was well aware of how devastating the cost of war was, and she did not want the Kujo family to repeat the same mistakes and be crushed under the wheels of history again because of the country's reckless advance.

However, the direction of the nation is ultimately an unstoppable torrent for a single family.

The most they can do is protect themselves and safeguard their own little corner of the world in this chaos.

Kujo Kitsune also agreed with her mother's point of view.

"How's the situation in California? Has it improved at all?"

Kujo Maki frowned slightly, her dignified face showing a rare look of distress: "It's still the same. Those bandits are utterly despicable."

Although they can maneuver through government channels and the U.S. Congress, those robbers will not give up the meat that is within their grasp.

In their eyes, the island nation is just a fat sheep being raised in captivity. They feed and treat it well, but once it's fattened up, it's time to slaughter it. They don't care whether the island nation is their ally or not, and they've never taken the island nation seriously.

The likely outcome for the industries in California is that they will have to cut their losses and leave.

This is precisely why Kujo Maki so desperately wants the Grim Reaper to give this country a thorough reckoning.

Only through destruction and reconstruction can a nation truly be brought into the light.

……

Tokyo descended into chaos due to the Grim Reaper's actions.

On the other side of the world, in America, Edward stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his luxuriously decorated study, looking at the sunny view outside, his brows slightly furrowed.

The Cuban cigar in my hand is burning, and a faint smell of tobacco wafts through the room, only to be quickly drawn away by the fresh air system.

He was already somewhat dissatisfied that so much time had passed and the assassins he had hired had not yet brought back any good news.

However, the assassin was indeed quite skilled, so he decided to wait a little longer.

A smile crept across his face as he thought about the Kujo family's assets that were about to be acquired.

The Kujo family dares to challenge me? Don't they know whose home turf is California?

He took a deep drag on his cigar and then slowly exhaled.

Recalling the news from Tokyo that the so-called Grim Reaper had acquired something extraordinary, capable of turning the city upside down.

According to reliable intelligence, the weapons technology that even the US military covets is in the hands of that mysterious masked man.

If the Ashworth family could be the first to grasp the secret held by Death...

A glint of longing flashed in Edward's eyes. Today was the Ashworth family's weekly gathering, and he planned to discuss this matter thoroughly with the core members at the banquet.

What he didn't know was that the assassin he hired, Vasily, had already returned to America and had been lying in wait at his manor for quite some time.

Vasily bribed the manor's gardening supervisor with a false identity and sneaked in as a temporary worker.

This period of time was enough for him to thoroughly investigate every corner of the manor and know the guards' shift changes.

After infiltrating, he didn't stop for a moment and came up with a perfect plan.

He planted seven or eight bombs inside and outside the estate: in the load-bearing walls of the wine cellar, under the bridge, in the power distribution room, and at the communications base station...

Each one plays a crucial role.

Tonight's family gathering, in his view, is a divinely ordained opportunity.

He must offer a grand sacrifice to the messenger of the gods, using the blood and fire of the Ashworth family to cleanse himself of his past sins.

He glanced at his watch; it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, and the cleaning was about to begin.

As the banquet began, the gates leading into the manor slowly opened, and a line of black cars filed in.

The manor is surrounded by a lake and is only accessible by a single bridge, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. That's why he chose this method of invasion.

This also created a great opportunity for him; with the bridge blown up, those people had no chance to escape.

Family members dressed in their finest attire, the women lifting the hems of their evening gowns and the men adjusting the lapels of their suits, as they entered the main building surrounded by guards. The manor was much more lively than usual.