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

Under the cover of night, the Capital Expressway is bustling with traffic, and the headlights cast flowing ribbons of light on the black asphalt road.

A black heavy truck was slowly driving onto the ramp, its body painted with a ferocious shark design, its gaping maw facing forward as if it were about to tear apart anything in its path.

Inside the car, Muto Taisei gripped the steering wheel, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.

He was a fugitive who roamed the dark side of Tokyo, and also a notorious mechanic who spent years in the car modification scene and underground racing circuits. With his ferocious and reckless driving style, he caused many people to fall, and some even died in car crashes.

This heavy truck was his masterpiece, and also his murder weapon.

The chassis has been reinforced, and the front bumper beam has been replaced with special steel, with a steel plate thickness comparable to that of an armored vehicle.

The windshield is made of thickened bulletproof glass, and the windows are also explosion-proof. This 30-ton steel behemoth is the absolute king on the road.

He squinted, glanced at the cars around him, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Almost there…” he muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the roar of the engine. “Death should be heading out by now.”

He didn't know much about Death; the limited information he had told him only one thing: no matter how strong that guy was, he was still just flesh and blood.

This mobile fortress, weighing thirty tons, can definitely keep death at bay; all I have to do is wait for those people to show up.

Five hundred thousand US dollars, almost in my hands.

He licked his lips, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, skillfully shifted gears, and floored the accelerator. The engine roared violently, as if a wild beast had been awakened.

"My darling, it's time for you to show your fangs!"

The engine had also been modified, and the heavy truck accelerated continuously, like a runaway steel behemoth, rushing straight towards a car that was driving normally about 100 meters ahead.

Today he's going to rampage recklessly and crush all these vehicles.

Just as we were getting closer and closer to the car in front.

In the darkness illuminated by the headlights of the car ahead, a figure appeared on the road at some unknown time.

He blinked hard.

grim Reaper?!

It really happened?!

A hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

This heavy truck weighs ten tons even when empty, but to increase its impact force, additional weight was added, bringing the total weight to thirty tons.

He didn't believe the other party could withstand the impact of such weight and remain unharmed.

Luring the other party out would earn a reward of $500,000, so what if you just ran them over and killed them? Wouldn't you get the entire reward?

"Suffer to death!"

He roared and slammed on the gas pedal. The heavy truck, like a moving city wall, crushed the figure.

Han Chuanyou stood in the middle of the road, and through the windshield, he could clearly see the crazed person in the driver's seat.

He chuckled, and a faintly glowing talisman appeared in his right hand.

Divine sense probes in, activates.

The explosive talisman transformed into a streak of light and shot forward.

Muto Taisei stared blankly for a moment, only managing to see a blinding light flash in front of the car headlights, followed by a crimson flame, and then a deafening roar like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open.

"Boom!!"

The heavy truck was violently lifted off the ground by the shockwave from the explosion, and the windshield shattered like paper, turning into countless sharp blade-like fragments that pierced deeply into Muto Taisei's body.

"Ugh!!"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Muto Taisei's pupils dilated in disbelief.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.

However, the flames had already completely engulfed him.

Under the cover of night, the firelight illuminated the entire highway, forcing the traffic behind to a sudden stop.

The black shark-shaped heavy truck turned into a burning pile of scrap metal, and then exploded violently again amidst the raging flames.

Ariel was initially annoyed to learn that the first team to arrive at 4-chome had come up empty-handed, but soon after, he received news from another location.

He perked up and immediately gave the order:

"Death has appeared in the capital city! Full speed ahead!"

The command was simultaneously transmitted to the other two squads.

Ariel's eyes were gloomy.

How did Death manage to move so fast?! It's unrealistic.

wrong!

He suddenly realized.

By the time the news arrived, the incident at the capital city had already occurred. By the time they arrived at the scene, death would have already escaped.

The final destination: Dogenzaka.

Regardless of how Death found out their location, his next destination was definitely Dogenzaka.

"All squads, change direction! Head to Dogenzaka, Shibuya Ward!"

Without asking any further questions, the Black Hawk swung its tail, changed direction, and flew straight towards Shibuya.

The three teams turned simultaneously and headed straight for the last location.

At the same time.

The Metropolitan Police Department and Yokota Air Base received requests for reinforcements from Ariel's side almost simultaneously.

William Jones looked at Martin Haggis:

"Brigadier General Haggis, we..."

"Follow behind and remain still."

Martin Haggis's gaze was steady.

Although the interests of the two countries are deeply intertwined, they will not blindly act as pioneers, lest they be the ones stalking the cicada while the oriole is behind them.

Those who rush to the front at this time are often the first to be swallowed up.

The Metropolitan Police Department.

Tonight, Toshiro Hirano will personally oversee the Zero Division, ready to deal with any potential chaos.

Tanaka Tsukasa breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing that both locations were now under control.

"Director Hirano, what's our next step?"

Hirano Toshiro did not answer immediately, but turned to Kishida Kengo, who was standing beside him with an equally solemn expression:

"Section Chief Kishida, what do you think?"

Kengo Kishida pondered for a moment: "I think it's best to decide based on the situation. Death has Mossad people completely outmaneuvered, so we'd better not get involved for now, lest we get burned."

Hirano Toshiro nodded, then instructed Tanaka Tsukasa: "Pass down the order that officers maintain order upon arrival at the scene and be prepared to deal with any chaos. Tomorrow, I don't want to see the Metropolitan Police Department's name on the headlines again."

"Yes."

……

Shibuya Ward.

Dogenzaka.

As a ramp connecting Shibuya Station and the bustling area, the neon-lit alleyways are home to a variety of bars and izakayas.

The streets were a mixed bag of people, and Hiroshi Iida emerged from a secluded alleyway.

He was burly, nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a white clown mask, with an exaggerated smile on his lips. His yellow and purple overalls made him stand out on the street, and he carried a pointed hammer.

Tonight, the Metropolitan Police Department will turn a blind eye to his crimes.

I can finally experience the feeling of killing to my heart's content.

His eyes burned as he scanned the passersby, searching for a target.

He grew up in various violent environments.

Domestic violence, school violence, street violence.

He has also learned to solve problems with violence, and now it's time for Tokyo to know his name.

Chapter 209 The Night Chase

Hiroshi Iida felt that he was born to kill.

At the age of fourteen, he killed his drunken, abusive father. After receiving a lenient sentence from the law, he was sent to a juvenile detention center the following year for suffocating his mother.

At school, when faced with students who looked at him differently, he used his fists to teach them his survival rules.

As he grew up and roamed the streets, anyone who displeased him would be met with his beatings or sneaky blows.

Countless lives have been lost at his hands, and he enjoys that feeling.

But after secretly dealing with so many people, he didn't even make a ripple, while a so-called Grim Reaper gets so much attention.

He was incredibly jealous.

So tonight, he'll use the blood of those around him to make himself famous throughout Tokyo, even if it means sacrificing his own life.

Furthermore, if one could kill Death, proving oneself to be stronger than Him, one would be even more worthy of being remembered...

The fervor in his eyes grew stronger, and he desperately needed blood to cool it down.

He spotted a woman in business attire with a young child beside her, who looked like he was just starting elementary school.

Let's start with this mother and daughter... they're easy targets.

He walked briskly in that direction.

"Mom, look, Mr. Clown."

The little girl pointed at Hiroshi Iida and said in a clear, crisp voice.

Seeing the aggressive man, the woman instinctively pulled her daughter back a step.

The passersby all ignored it, silently walking along their predetermined routes, as if the scene around them had nothing to do with them.

In the oppressive society of Tokyo, any strange behavior or phenomenon is considered quite normal.

"What...what do you want to do?"

The woman pulled her daughter behind her, her eyes filled with fear.

"Remember, the person who will kill you is the Joker."

Hiroshi Iida grinned maliciously, raising the pointed hammer high in his hand.

The woman immediately grabbed her daughter and ran back.

Hiroshi Iida caught up in a few steps.

Just as he was about to grab the woman, a huge fist slammed into his head.

who is it?

His long street life honed his fighting instincts to an exceptional degree.

He immediately raised his hand to block.

too slow!

He scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.

However, just as his hand was about to grasp the fist that was attacking him, the fist suddenly accelerated and slammed hard into his palm.

"Crack!"

Several ear-piercing cracking sounds rang out, and his arm snapped in two, like a broken piece of dried noodle...

The bones were twisted, and ultimately, due to the immense force, they twisted twice along the joints.

"Ugh!!"

He staggered and fell to the ground, looking at his dangling arm with a horrified expression as he glanced at the person next to him.