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

As the three of them turned the corner of an alley, several police lights suddenly flashed across the intersection ahead, and they could hear the sound of walkie-talkies.

Zhou Qiang immediately stopped and pulled the two of them around, retreating into another, narrower alley.

Huang Hao muttered under his breath, "The Metropolitan Police Department is here too. They're really good dogs of America. It seems they won't give up until they take us down."

As Zhou Qiang was leaving, he knocked over a wine bottle leaning against the wall, the crisp sound of it rolling was particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

"Who's there! Something's up!" Several beams of tactical flashlights instantly swept towards the source of the sound.

"Damn it..." Huang Hao cursed under his breath, tightening his grip and quickening his pace.

The Metropolitan Police Department officers who discovered their whereabouts were all members of the Foreign Affairs Division II, specializing in espionage cases involving East Asian countries, and most of them were highly trained.

They maintained a high level of professionalism in the face of these three clearly well-trained targets.

The goal of survival is more valuable. They maintained a perfect distance from the three, calling for backup while keeping close behind, like a pack of jackals wearing down their prey's will.

The news quickly reached Peter, and after hearing the report over the walkie-talkie, the CIA agents around him were invigorated.

“I told you they couldn’t escape. Once we capture them, it will be a huge achievement.”

"Everyone, stay alert and don't mess things up."

Jason Evans, the head of the Tokyo base, whispered a word of advice.

Peter stood in the crowd, hoping that Death would come quickly enough.

The encirclement tightened, and police cars and footsteps converged on the area from all directions.

The three were eventually forced into a dead end. A wall more than two meters high blocked the end of the road, and the pursuers were right behind them. There was no way out at all.

Zhou Qiang looked up at the wall. Normally, the three of them might have been able to climb over it together, but now that their captain had been shot and the pursuers were close, they had no time left.

"Put me down," Qin Lianhu said again, "You can still make it on your own..."

Zhou Qiang pretended not to hear, gritted his teeth, and quickly glanced at the top of the wall.

Huang Hao let go of the captain's arm, took a deep breath, and stood at the side of the alley entrance, leaning against the wall, as if preparing for the final preparation: "Never give up, never abandon. At worst, we'll just kill ourselves on the spot."

A resolute glint flashed in Zhou Qiang's eyes as he reached for the pistol at his waist.

"They're over here!"

A shout came from not far away, and footsteps were rapidly approaching.

The three leaned against the wall, squinting, just as they were about to make their final decision.

A tall, slender figure appeared there silently.

"You've gone to such lengths because you're looking for me?"

Han Chuanyou stood guard at the alley entrance, watching the police officers who were closing in.

grim Reaper?!

The figure before them instilled fear in these people instinctively.

Jun Onishi, the head of the Second Foreign Affairs Section, said in a fierce but inwardly cowardly tone:

"Grim Reaper, this has nothing to do with you. We are all officials of the Metropolitan Police Department. You'd better not make any rash moves."

He never imagined that simply chasing after those damned agents from Xia Kingdom would lead him to this scourge.

Han Chuanyou glanced at them and roughly understood who they were.

The only organization involved in the spy roundup operation concerning the Xia Kingdom was the scandal-ridden Second Foreign Affairs Section.

Most of those who can join the Foreign Affairs Section II are far-right extremists. Relying on their privileges, they keep a close watch on businessmen, scholars, and students who are traveling between the two countries, violating their privacy and abusing their power to take photos that can be sold for a good price on the dark web.

Developing civilian spies is also a common tactic of theirs. In order to meet quotas and report to their superiors, they fabricate charges, conduct entrapment, set traps for extortion, and use all sorts of disgusting methods with ease.

Countless innocent people have fallen victim to them over the years.

Han Chuanyou's gaze swept over these faces.

In his eyes, all the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department were labeled as henchmen of evil lords, and none of them were clean.

Why not just be a tax thief? Why insist on being the one who jumps out and invites disaster?

Han Chuanyou drew his long sword from his waist, not intending to let go of the meat that was being offered to him.

Everyone present instantly felt the threat of death and simultaneously drew their guns, pointing them at him.

In his nervousness, one of them couldn't help but pull the trigger.

"boom!"

Sparks burst from the muzzle of the gun.

The first bullet tore through the night and shot toward his face.

Han Chuanyou suddenly pushed off with his feet, his figure moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow. He slashed horizontally with the blade, and with a crisp "clang," the bullet was knocked away, grazing the wall and bouncing far away, leaving a trail of sparks.

He strode up to the nearest police officer and slashed diagonally with his knife.

Before the police officer could even see the trajectory of the knife, he felt his upper body suddenly separate from his lower body, and then his gaze slowly slid down.

The incision was as smooth as paper, and the blood paused for half a second before gushing out from the cut.

"Pfft!"

Hot blood spurted out, staining the cheeks of the two police officers next to him crimson.

This long-lost feeling of sharp, piercing blows brought a strange sense of smoothness to Han Chuan You through his clone.

This unique immersive manipulation also gave him a different kind of pleasure.

"shot!!"

Jun Onishi's eyes widened in horror, and he hurriedly retreated.

Gunshots rang out, and seven or eight lines of fire intertwined as they shot at the rapidly moving figure.

These officers, true veterans with real-world training, fired as they retreated, quickly seeking cover in their surroundings.

However, the bullets were completely useless against Han Chuanyou. He walked forward into the hail of bullets, his blade dancing into a curtain of blue light, each bullet that hit the blade was either deflected or shattered.

Sparks flew everywhere, like iron flowers falling from the night sky.

"puff!"

Another slash cut open a person's neck, and the blood mist gushing from the severed artery shone dark red under the light.

Just as the other officer on the left raised his gun and aimed, Han Chuanyou gripped the knife handle with his left hand and slammed it hard into the officer's cheek.

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the man was sent flying sideways, crashing into the wall as half of his head shattered like a watermelon, splattering red and white liquid.

Zhou Qiang, huddled behind the wall, watched as the figure carved a bloody path through the barrage of comments, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Holy crap... Death is here to help us? Could he really be one of our own?"

"What are you thinking! Get up here!" Huang Hao pressed down on his shoulder and pushed him towards the wall. "You go up first, I'll push the captain up from below."

Taking advantage of the chaos, the group retreated towards the backup vehicle. The pursuers were completely drawn to that figure, and no one paid attention to the three disappearing figures behind them.

Jun Onishi had already turned and run away.

He heard screams behind him, and with a trembling heart, he glanced back and saw Death cleaving the last officer in two at the waist—a terrifying sight.

Seeing the CIA agents rushing towards him, he felt a sense of security and shouted:

"Quick! Run!"

He pushed through the crowd and looked back again.

With such a long distance and the CIA agents covering for them, they should be able to escape, right?

We need to get in the car quickly and drive away!

A way out is just ahead! His eyes shone with hope for survival.

Just then, Han Chuan You, having dealt with the last person, pulled out the spirit bullet gun from his waist.

He raised his gun and aimed.

"biu!"

A white aura blast streaked through the air and landed in Jun Onishi's eyes, instantly filling him with the feeling of death.

"no, do not want!"

A white aura blast streaked across the night sky and exploded right in the center of Jun Onishi's chest.

The entire sternum, along with the spine, was shattered, with bone fragments mixed with internal organ fragments scattering in all directions. Several CIA agents nearby were covered in hot blood mist.

Before his consciousness had faded, Jun Onishi felt dizzy and disoriented.

The upper body, having lost spinal support, fell forward, landing on top of its lower body with a dull thud.

Blood gushed out from the cut, spreading a dark patch on the asphalt road with a hissing sound.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Death.

It looks like those three people managed to escape.

He noticed the gun in Death's hand and was stunned by its power.

What kind of weapon is this? How could an ordinary gun have such power? Even the largest caliber revolver wouldn't have this effect when it hits the body. Moreover, the bullets it fires are completely different; they're white light.

These CIA agents aren't all that great either; quite a few of them have special labels on their heads.

"Do you want to dance too? Go ahead and run away."

Han Chuan You fired another shot, removing the black hair from one of the black-haired detectives with the demon on his head.

Blood splattered, the others exchanged glances, then turned and ran.

Han Chuanyou followed.

Peter ran after the others, feeling that this was the happiest evacuation he had ever done, and he almost burst out laughing.

The surrounding agents were either shot through the chest or shot in the head.

"boom!"

The head of the base leader next to him exploded, and warm liquid splashed onto his cheek.

He restrained himself a bit, shrinking his neck, hoping that Death would see him clearly and not blow him up too.

After all the tags were eliminated by him, Han Chuanyou didn't continue the pursuit. Leaving three insignificant guys behind would allow Peter to hide even deeper.

[You have successfully rescued your comrades from the Immortal Alliance and have obtained the following loot: Mid-grade Yellow Rank Storage Bag, 150 Mid-grade Spirit Stones, and 13 Soul Crystals]

Han Chuanyou nodded in satisfaction; it was a good haul.

He took out a storage bag from the storage ring and imprinted it with his divine sense. The bag contained about 1.5 cubic meters of space, slightly smaller than the storage ring. It was just the right size to hold some powerful items when his clone went on a long trip.

Chapter 202 A Battleground on the Stadium

June 12th.

morning.

Han Chuan You opened the window.

It rained lightly last night, and the air was damp. Taking a deep breath, it felt as if my lungs were being cleansed by the cool air.

Looking up at the sky, it was mostly cloudy, with a clear blue sky and the sun peeking out from behind a cotton-like white cloud, a bright and sunny day.

"Crash..."

A white hand gently pushed open the sliding door opposite, revealing Yuri under the snow in the sunlight. Her voluptuous figure inexplicably gave her a maternal aura.

The white nightgown gave her a lazy and soft vibe, and her bare calves were dazzlingly white.

"Good morning, Miss Lily."

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled gently and nodded gracefully.

"Good morning, Yu-kun, today's style is white..."

As she spoke, she naturally reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt.

Seeing that the woman was about to lift her skirt again, Han Chuanyou quickly stopped her:

"Wait, no need for that, I've seen enough."

Yukinoshita Yuri's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes lowered, and a look of disappointment appeared on her beautiful face: "Yu-kun, are you tired of my body?"