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

Vasily stood in the shadow of the garden tool shed, placing the garden shears in his hand on the tool rack.

He took off his mud-covered work clothes, changed into a black combat uniform, and then put on heavy bulletproof armor with a heavy helmet and limb protection. His tactical vest was full of magazines, and he had two pistols at his waist.

He smuggled all of these in while wearing a diving suit, and now it's finally time to use them.

It's a bit cumbersome now, but I'll receive divine grace later.

His eyes gradually turned fervent; what a sight that would be!

He took the two assault rifles from the hidden compartment, checked the bolts, pulled the cocking handle, and a bullet was chambered with a click.

He looked at the remote control in his palm, his thumb gently rubbing the buttons as if touching a sacred object.

He closed his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he prayed silently.

“My Lord, please look upon your servant.”

After opening his eyes, he pressed the detonation button without hesitation.

"Boom!!"

The ground shook as the first bomb blasted open the power distribution room, plunging the entire manor into darkness. Because the backup power supply had been compromised beforehand, the emergency lights did not turn on.

"What's going on?!"

The explosion threw everyone in the living room into a panic. Edward looked at the pitch-black living room and felt a sense of unease.

Immediately afterwards, a second bomb destroyed the bridge leading to the outside, cutting off any chance of external support.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Explosions came one after another from all over the manor, flames soared into the sky, and the sound of shattering glass echoed everywhere.

Edward's ears were ringing from the nearby explosion.

Damn it, what's going on? Who's retaliating against the Ashworth family? Where are the enemies?!

He staggered forward in the darkness, adjusting to the dim vision after the power outage, with only one thought in his mind: he had to get out of here and couldn't just sit and wait to die.

He grabbed the security captain, who was staggering down the corridor, and ordered:

"Seal off the entire manor immediately! Everyone out, and kill any suspicious individuals on sight!"

"Yes!"

The security captain immediately responded and turned to disappear into the darkness of the corridor.

At this moment, at the side gate of the manor garden.

Vasily wore a heavy bulletproof vest, a night vision goggle, and an assault rifle slung over his shoulder. The night vision goggle illuminated the entire estate as a dark green world.

He took a deep breath and submerged himself in the darkness.

The hunt has begun.

He offered the highest sacrifice to the divine messenger, prepared himself with no way out, and vowed to die for his cause.

He took out the pill bestowed by the divine messenger from his pocket and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

The moment the pill entered his throat, a scorching power erupted from his stomach, surging like boiling magma to his limbs and bones.

Feeling the surging power within him, his eyes grew increasingly fervent.

Is this divine grace?

My lord, Vasily will not let you down!

Chapter 137 Rapid Pursuit, A Hell of Blood and Fire

The deafening explosion still echoed over the manor, and Ashworth's guards quickly organized themselves.

They were well-trained, working in groups of three, their tactical flashlight beams crisscrossing in the darkness.

However, the near-total darkness made their search extremely difficult, with nothing but unknown shadows beyond the beam of light.

Vasily had already reached the side wing of the main building. He was pressed against the outer wall, and through his night vision goggles, the guards looked like live targets waiting to be slaughtered.

He raised his silenced pistol, held his breath, and aimed at the nearest group.

"Puff puff!"

Three bullets accurately hit the leading guard.

Two shots to the chest and one to the head.

Blood splattered, and the man instantly collapsed to the ground, his flashlight falling to the ground, its beam swaying wildly.

"The enemy is over there! Fire!"

The remaining two guards immediately opened fire in the direction of the gunfire. The muzzle flashes of pistols and rifles illuminated the darkness, and bullets struck the wall beside Vasily, sending shards of stone flying.

Vasily rolled on the spot, dodging the barrage of bullets. A bullet struck his left chest with a dull thud, but his heavy body armor stopped the bullet.

Using the momentum of his roll, he half-knelt on the ground, raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets. Several bullets accurately hit the faces and necks of the two guards, and their bodies immediately fell to the ground.

Hearing the gunshot, the guards searching the surrounding area quickly gathered in this direction. Footsteps came from both ends of the corridor and the stairwell. Vasily ejected the empty magazine, pulled a flashbang from his waist, removed the safety, and threw it in the direction where the footsteps were most concentrated.

The flashbang exploded in mid-air in the corridor, and the blinding white light instantly engulfed the darkness.

"Ah! My eyes! Fuck!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Vasily rushed into the main building. His spiritual energy circulated wildly within him, making him as light as a feather. The heavy bulletproof vest he wore had no effect on him at all.

The silenced pistol fired in rapid succession, each shot hitting the blinded guards with pinpoint accuracy.

Vasily stepped over a still-convulsing corpse, kicked open a half-closed side door, and entered the main building's first-floor lobby.

Along the way, he called out the names of the core members of the Ashworth family who had scattered and fled.

"Spare me...spare me!"

"Go and ask God for forgiveness."

Vasily mercilessly killed the man kneeling on the ground begging for mercy in front of him.

After the gunshot, blood splattered from the back of the man's head, and he fell backward to the ground.

The Ashworth family's wealth was built on the blood and sweat of the lower classes, whose deaths were of no consequence.

Stepping over the corpses of these people, Vasily continued deeper into the building. Outside, he heard a dense sound of footsteps, indicating that at least a dozen people were converging on him.

Vasily took two grenades from his tactical sling, pulled the pins, and threw them in the directions where the footsteps were loudest.

The grenade bounced twice on the floor and landed at the feet of a guard.

"Watch out for grenades!!"

The voice just fell.

"Boom!!"

The grenade exploded instantly, its orange-red flames illuminating the entire area, accompanied by screams and the splattering of blood and flesh.

Vasily raised his assault rifle, emerged from behind the Roman column, shouldered the rifle butt, and the crosshairs in the scope rapidly darted between the figures. He fired short, precise bursts, and spent cartridges bounced out of the ejection port, clattering onto the marble floor.

One, two, three...

The guards fell like wheat being harvested, their blood spreading continuously in the darkness.

At this moment, Edward, being escorted by guards to the underground safe house, was in a sorry state. His suit was wrinkled, his tie was crooked, and his forehead was covered in dust. He was a far cry from the spirited man he had been at the banquet.

"How many people were involved in the intrusion?"

He asked, panting heavily.

"It seems there's only one."

"one?!"

Edward could hardly believe his ears.

"He's got a death wish." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "Take him down! A five-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for capturing him alive, two hundred thousand for killing him!"

The generous reward boosted the morale of the guards.

Vasily knew the direction of the safe house and that time was of the essence. He no longer relied on cover and emerged directly from behind the Roman column, engaging in a fierce gunfight with the guards blocking his way.

The rifles were firing at full power, bullets raining down like a storm. The muzzle flashes stretched across the darkness, and bullets that hit the body were deflected by the heavy body armor, making dull thuds.

"Fuck! What is this guy wearing?!"

A guard fired several shots at Vasily's chest, but the bullets couldn't penetrate the heavy body armor; it was probably made of solid alloy steel plates.

The robust figure before them made them feel as if death itself was calling them.

Vasily's gun kept spitting fire, and anyone who stood in his way was blown to pieces.

The infusion of spiritual energy boosted Vasily's reflexes and strength by several levels. The gun had no recoil in his hands, and his accuracy and physical reflexes surpassed human limits.

At this moment, he transformed into a war god, reaping the lives of these guards with madness.

If you're hit by a .72 caliber bullet, your head will either explode or your chest will be blasted open with a hole the size of a bowl.

The captain of the guard was yelling for backup from behind, but before the backup arrived, a bullet blew his skull open.

Hearing the gunshots getting closer and closer behind him, like a death knell, Edward practically scrambled to escape.

He was filled with endless regret, wondering why he hadn't spent more money to build more safe houses.

Vasily advanced rapidly along the corridor.

A single shot, a reload, and when the bullets are gone, he bends down to pick up the gun from the corpse's hand and continues. Every movement is precise and efficient, perfectly demonstrating the qualities of a top-tier assassin, embodying the art of killing.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, he saw the heavy alloy door.

The safe house is now slowly closing.

Vasily regretted that it had taken too long to kill the other members of the fleeing Ashworth family.

His mind raced.

Now it seems that this is the last chance.

He decided to take a gamble, and his eyes grew increasingly fervent.

My Lord, do you see? The Ashworth family has become a bloodbath. I have cleansed so many sinful people for you.

Look upon your servant, for I will use my last ounce of strength to complete this sacrifice.

Behind them, the footsteps of the pursuers grew closer, led by a burly man carrying an anti-materiel sniper rifle.

He knelt on one knee, positioned Barrett at the corner of the corridor, and aimed the 12.7mm caliber gun at Vasily's back.

The bonus is almost in my hands.

He was 100% certain that no matter how thick the heavy bulletproof vest this guy was wearing, it absolutely couldn't withstand this gunshot.

"boom!"

Loud gunshots rang out in the corridor, making everyone's ears ring.

Vasily's back exploded in a cloud of blood mist as his heavy body armor was pierced by a large-caliber armor-piercing bullet, sending steel fragments and flesh flying everywhere.

He turned his head blankly, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilling from his mouth. He staggered forward and fell heavily onto the ground outside the alloy door. Blood gushed from the bullet hole in his back, spreading a dark red stain on the floor.

"The intruder has been killed."

Inside the safe house, Edward received a message from the guard outside the door and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes sinister.

Who on earth would dare to target the Ashworth family? The Kujo family? Those islanders wouldn't have the guts. Other families in California? He shook his head, unable to guess.

He decided to go out and see for himself what kind of desperate criminal dared to break into Ashworth's manor all by himself.

"Open the door."

He stood up, straightened his wrinkled suit, and regained the dignity of a head of the household.

The alloy door slowly opened, and the stench of blood assaulted his nostrils. Edward took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, frowned as he looked at the corpse on the ground with a hole in its chest, and ordered the guard beside him, "Take his helmet off."

A guard stepped forward, knelt down, and reached out to remove the helmet.

The moment the helmet was removed, Vasily opened his eyes abruptly.

His eyes were bloodshot, yet it seemed as if two flames were burning within them. The moment he was shot, he truly thought he was going to die.

But he didn't die; the gods had been watching him all along.