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

As the highest-level core conference room of the Ministry of Defense, all the important officials were gathered here at this moment, and the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Defense Minister Jiro Kikuchi, who was in charge, looked grim, leaning back in his chair with a hint of irritation in his eyes.

In the past, they repeatedly acted arrogantly in front of their neighbors because they were certain that the other side would exercise restraint, thus allowing them to divert attention from the escalating wave of opposition within their own countries.

But the other party actually made a move this time, which was completely unexpected. The island nation did want to break free from its constraints and go all out, but this was only the beginning.

Arguments rose and fell in the conference room.

"What's there to explain? It's an absolute disgrace!"

A far-right official slammed his fist on the table, speaking arrogantly.

"The sinking of an Aegis-class destroyer is clearly a declaration of war against the island nation! We must declare war!"

"This is probably a misunderstanding. The other side has no reason to lie to us, otherwise they would have already started a full-scale war by now."

The relatively conservative official retorted in a deep voice.

"We should be thankful that we didn't fire first."

"What utter nonsense!"

Kikuchi Jiro rubbed his temples.

He got to this position largely because he has a good father; in fact, he almost became the island nation's next prime minister last time.

In terms of domestic political struggles, he could indeed easily suppress others due to his background.

But when he actually faced a confrontation with a neighboring country, the pressure suddenly increased, as the other side didn't care about his background or origins.

Just then, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

"Minister Kikuchi!"

An intelligence officer strode in.

"According to the Metropolitan Police Department, Death has updated his tweets on the dark web. It is highly likely that the Chokai incident was not caused by a neighboring country."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

The image was projected onto the screen.

The people in the conference room looked at the picture of the masked Grim Reaper making an eggplant gesture at the camera, as if it were a silent mockery of the Ministry of Defense, or even the entire island nation.

Was it Death's doing?

Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!

With that in mind, Kikuchi Jiro breathed a sigh of relief. There was still room for maneuver. He couldn't start a war with the neighbor until he was fully prepared.

"The captured sailors..." Kikuchi Jiro turned to the Foreign Minister, stood up and buttoned his shirt, "I'll leave it to Minister Motegi to negotiate with Xia. I'll go see the Prime Minister."

……

The Metropolitan Police Department at this moment.

In the office of Class Zero, Death's selfie is projected onto a large screen.

After intensive analysis, one of the experienced agents, who was primarily responsible for data analysis, came to a conclusion.

"After analysis, the time when the Grim Reaper released the photos coincides perfectly with the time when the Chokai sank. The culprit is very likely the Grim Reaper, but there are still some doubts."

Tanaka Tsukasa crossed his arms and nodded: "What's suspicious?"

The agent pointed to the warship beneath the Grim Reaper on the screen:

"The Grim Reaper is positioned at least 100 meters above the sea, and he is standing. There are no features around him that reveal where he is. I have no idea how this photo was taken."

"The Self-Defense Forces' radar records also show that there were no reflected signals from any flying objects in that airspace at the time."

Kengo Kishida sighed.

"This is likely a new type of equipment that we are unaware of yet. We can only learn something from the island nation after further negotiations with them and the release of our sailors."

Just then, an agent walked in:

"We have further news. A video from that time has appeared on Douyin in China. It was filmed by fishermen at the time. Although it was quickly deleted, we still managed to capture it."

Tanaka Tsukasa's eyes lit up: "Project it on the screen!"

The image quickly appeared on the screen.

The video is a bit shaky, but you can still make out a lot of information.

A purple streak of light, like a meteor shower, poured down from the sky and landed on the hull of the Chokai, stirring up bursts of fire and thick smoke.

The final scene shows a thick purple beam of light piercing through the ship's hull, tearing a huge gash in the deck.

Even though they watched the scene through the video, they still felt a great sense of intimidation.

This weapon... is completely beyond comprehension...

It is completely different from existing laser weapons. Moreover, there are no flying objects in the picture, as if they appeared out of thin air.

"The specific mechanism of this weapon's operation may require further analysis after the warship wreckage is recovered."

Tanaka Tsukasa turned to the agent in charge of technology: "Any progress on tracking the Grim Reaper account?"

The detective shook his head:

"No, the other party seems to have used special anti-tracking methods. The data packets sent by the device are encrypted at least four times before entering the public network. On the data path, it jumps almost every two nodes, and each jump is in a different country."

"Are you capable of cracking it?"

"Yes, it is possible to deploy sniffing programs on several dark web portals that he frequently uses, but the problem is that the timing of his posts is completely unpredictable."

Tanaka Tsukasa said with some helplessness, "Looking at it now, this is the only breakthrough. We must crack their account and find their location as soon as possible."

Chapter 221 The Dark Side of the Scene: Miss Lily, No Hope Amidst the Ruins

After eating fruit and drinking tea, Han Chuan Meiyue shifted her position slightly, then used the low table to support herself as she stood up.

"I'm going to the restroom, please excuse me."

After Mizuki left, Hanchuan Yu turned to look at Yukinoshita Yuri beside him: "Miss Yuri, is that enough?"

"No, Yu-kun, now's the time, hurry up..."

Yukinoshita Yuri rested her chin on his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, her tender, affectionate voice clearly entering his ears, like a fine ASMR, giving him a head massage.

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but take a deep breath, no longer holding back.

When Mizuki Hanakawa returned to the living room, she saw Yukinoshita Yuri's body partially hidden behind the low table.

Yukinoshita Yuri, her cheeks flushed, slowly rose from under the low table and casually explained, "My phone fell under the table..."

She pursed her glistening lips, a gentle smile remaining on her lips: "Thank you for the hospitality, I should probably be going now."

As she said this, she glanced unintentionally at the boy beside her, as if she were referring to something.

“Okay,” Han Chuan Meiyue nodded. “I still have a lot of things I want to ask you. You can come visit me more often in the future.”

"Ah."

Yuri nodded slightly.

After seeing Ms. Yuri off, Mizuki turned back to the living room and heard Yuu ask her a philosophical question very seriously.

"Mizuki, what do you think is the purpose of life?"

"What kind of question is that? It's so mysterious."

Han Chuan Mei Yue sat down next to him and took a sip of tea.

Han Chuan You sighed and put his arm around Mei Yue's waist: "As a police officer, I am very disappointed in you."

Is this what they call "blind spot under the lamp"?

To be honest, this kind of behavior can indeed give people a unique kind of thrill.

As the siblings snuggled together chatting, the existence of the special weapon also caught the attention of the United States.

In the past, Death mostly manifested itself with individual weapons, but now, with weapons deployed on a massive scale, they truly felt threatened.

At the same time, it also aroused great interest from American intelligence agencies.

Regardless of the type of weapon, anything that can be salvaged from the wreckage may provide new inspiration for existing weapon systems and lead to a new direction for development.

The order was sent directly to the Seventh Fleet.

The amphibious command ship USS Blue Ridge will serve as the flagship, with Rear Admiral Richard Foster in full command.

The fleet, consisting of three destroyers, one salvage and rescue vessel, and one deep-sea exploration unmanned underwater vehicle mothership, headed south at full speed after receiving orders, heading towards the target area.

An hour before arrival, Major General Foster received a report from a frontline reconnaissance aircraft at the flagship command center.

"The other side's naval vessels have appeared in the target sea area. Preliminary assessment indicates that they are a coast guard vessel and two missile frigates. A salvage blockade has been formed, and there is also suspected underwater operation equipment in operation."

Foster stood before the nautical chart, his gaze fixed on the area marked in red, and remained silent for a moment:

"The reaction speed was much faster than expected."

He originally thought the other party would remain restrained, since in similar situations in the past, the other party would usually observe first before negotiating.

This time was different. The opposing fleet was deployed less than three hours after the sinking of the Chokai, and directly rejected the United States' proposal for a joint salvage operation.

Just as Foster ordered the fleet to continue approaching the target area, an urgent report came from the bridge: "The enemy warships have activated their fire control radar and locked onto our fleet!"

On the radar screen, a red lock signal was flashing continuously from the direction of the enemy's frigate.

"All units, halt!"

Foster immediately gave the order and turned to look at the map of the sea area.

"They're serious now."

"Major General, should we raise the warning level?"

"No need. Order the fleet to maintain its current positions and stand by. Also, inform the other fleet that we have no intention of entering the area they claim to be under our jurisdiction, but reserve the right to freedom of navigation in international waters."

Foster took a deep breath.

The fact that the other side maintains such a tough stance suggests that they may also be interested in the weapons possessed by Death, which implies that Death may not be on their side.

That's not necessarily true. It's also possible that the other party doesn't want the United States to obtain secrets about the Grim Reaper.

Foster didn't want to take any risks.

Because it's undesirable to have friction with the other side over something like salvaging wreckage, and the United States is currently mired in a quagmire, the island nation would be more than happy for the United States to have a conflict with the other side.

Han Chuanyou had no idea that his actions almost caused a military conflict between two world powers.

After a long journey, the fairy ship finally arrived in the Middle East.

With Mizuki in his arms, Han Chuan You also focused most of his attention on the clone.

The boat disappeared into the clouds and slowly descended.

Gaza, the region that Hanakawa Yu most wanted to see with his own eyes, finally came into view at the edge of the horizon.

Broken walls and ruins, a scene of devastation.

The once densely packed neighborhood is now reduced to bare steel skeletons and collapsed concrete blocks.

Compared to the edited videos online, the sights witnessed firsthand are far more sobering.

In the window on the second floor of a partially collapsed building, half of a curtain, faded by wind and sand, still hung. The figures that could be seen from time to time were exceptionally thin, as if they had been through a long period of ravages.

The celestial boat hovered slowly outside the blockade zone.

He saw a convoy of vehicles loaded with relief supplies slowly driving along the potholed road toward the ruins.

The white truck at the front had a prominent red cross logo printed on its cargo bed.

Inside the car, Sharon Miller's gaze fell through the windshield onto the distant ruins, a hint of undisguised sorrow in her eyes.

The children here never grow up.

That was a sentence she heard in a refugee camp a year ago, and it still lingers in her heart like a thorn.

Later, she devoted herself to this place, working with a group of like-minded people to try to help the children of this land survive, but it was extremely difficult in the face of these scumbags.

"parking."

The convoy was stopped at the checkpoint, and a squad of heavily armed soldiers came forward and knocked on her car window.

Sharon looked up at the group of fully armed soldiers, a hint of barely suppressed anger flashing in her eyes.