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

The explosion kicked up smoke and dust, and Han Chuanyou's figure emerged from the swirling gray mist, his long sword hanging at his side, the edge of his mask reflecting the firelight.

Uri had already received inside information and knew the person's identity the moment he saw the figure.

grim Reaper.

He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Wild goats here! Death has been spotted at the current coordinates! Reinforcements coming immediately! Reinforcements coming immediately!"

In an instant, gunshots rang out.

He immediately ordered the gunners:

"Aim at him!"

The tank's turret began to rotate.

The reconnaissance team immediately sought cover and set up defenses on the spot, their guns constantly spitting fire.

Bullets crisscrossed like a net, raining down like a storm.

Han Chuanyou took a step forward and rushed towards the few people closest to him. His figure flashed and moved, and it was almost impossible to keep up with his speed with just the eyes. He managed to find the best route forward in the circle of bullets.

A flash of blue light, and before the nearest soldier could adjust his gun, the blade had already grazed his chest.

Blood spurted from inside the ripped bulletproof vest as his body slid off course, leaving a bright red drag mark on the dusty ground.

The other person was hiding behind a stone pillar and hadn't peeked out yet when Han Chuanyou stopped walking and slashed horizontally with his blade.

The stone pillar was cut off, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror.

Blood appeared on the neck, then the head flew into the air, spun twice, and rolled to the ground.

"You'd better die!!"

A soldier, terrified by the inhuman sight, turned pale and, in a panic, took the grenade from his chest, pulled the pin, and threw it at Han Chuanyou.

Han Chuanyou used the Azure Spirit sling in his hand to swat the grenade back the way it came, as if he were hitting a ball with a bat.

The grenade arced through the air and landed at the soldier's feet.

"boom!!"

The shockwave from the explosion sent several nearby soldiers flying.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, piercing the bodies of those people, and cries of agony filled the air.

The shrapnel aimed at him was stopped by a gray halo just before it made contact with his body.

The air still smelled of gunpowder and burnt fumes when a muffled cannon shot came from the side.

The other Merkava had already turned its turret around, and high-explosive shells tore through the air, hurtling towards his location with a sharp whistle.

Almost at the same instant before the shells arrived, Han Chuanyou turned around, drew his spirit gun with his left hand, and pulled the trigger.

The white light shot out of the gun and collided head-on with the high-explosive shell in mid-air.

The shell was detonated prematurely, and the shockwave created a huge orange-red halo in mid-air, briefly obscuring the vision of everyone inside the tank.

The shockwave swept across the ground, filling the air with smoke and dust.

Uri peered intently through the observation window at the figure still standing in the same spot.

how is this possible! !

His pupils contracted sharply. The pistol in Death's hand had just intercepted a high-explosive shell fired from a 120mm tank gun.

What exactly is that weapon?

His reason told him it was impossible, but what he saw completely overturned his judgment.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Han Chuanyou's figure moved once more.

Wherever they went, they left behind only broken limbs and severed bodies.

Another shell landed nearby, the shockwave kicking up debris and dust, but he emerged from the smoke unharmed.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the billowing smoke, and landed on the wrecked Merkava.

"Open fire!"

The machine gunner on top of the tank lowered the muzzle, and a line of fire swept wildly across the spot where Han Chuan You had just stood. Shell casings rained down on the armor, making a dense and rapid metallic clanging sound.

Han Chuanyou dodged left and right amidst the barrage of bullets, each one grazing his afterimage and missing its mark.

He didn't stop. The bullet gun in his left hand had disappeared, and his right hand reached behind him to grasp the grip of the modified M24.

Pull it out, shoulder it, aim.

Mode: Single shot.

Pull the trigger.

The patterns on the gun instantly lit up, and spiritual energy rapidly gathered along the barrel, blooming into a straight purple beam at the muzzle.

The speed was so fast that the air in the field of vision was distorted, and the beam of light spanned tens of meters, heading straight for the Merkava's frontal armor.

The purple light appeared to everyone as a fleeting moment, yet it seemed to last a very long time.

Uri could clearly see his hands, exposed to the light, becoming transparent at a visible speed.

His heart pounded, and he froze on the spot.

"Do not!!"

The next instant, the light engulfed him.

The tank's bulkhead was torn apart like paper in front of the purple beam of light, and its thick armor was pierced.

Everything inside—the control panel, the seats, the ammunition racks, and all the flesh and blood inside the vehicle—was reduced to dust.

After a brief silence, the explosion of ammunition and the resulting flames and deafening roar tore the entire tank into twisted pieces of iron.

Fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Han Chuanyou lowered the muzzle of the gun, and the purple light on the gun slowly faded away.

Chapter 227 Saturation Bombardment

The roar of aircraft approached from afar, as Israeli air power, which was on constant combat patrol, rushed over.

In the air, the Heron drone had already locked onto the figure standing on the ground.

The live footage was transmitted to the command center of the Israeli Defense Forces.

Lowell stood with his hands behind his back in front of the giant screen, his eyes fixed on the image.

The other party was looking at the drone, and the gaze behind the mask seemed to carry a weight, pressing down on the shoulders of everyone in the command room through the drone's lens.

Suppressing the emotions that suddenly welled up inside him, Lowell took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"No matter the cost, keep him here and give him a massive, saturation attack!"

Han Chuanyou shifted his gaze from the drone in the sky and turned to look at the group of civilians he had just rescued. They were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and thanking him.

Without saying anything, he stomped his foot and shot off like an arrow into the distant no-man's land.

"They're scared after all! Chase after them!"

Lowell chuckled.

Where else do you think you can run? As long as it's a carbon-based life form, no one can survive under heavy fire. You didn't die, it's just that the yield wasn't big enough.

The roar of engines filled the sky as two F-35s crossed paths, leaving two arcs in their wake.

The GAU-22/A 25mm cannon is ready, and the 2000-pound precision-guided bombs mounted under the fuselage are enough to turn any ground target into dust.

"Bang bang bang..."

The machine gun fire swept across the ground, blasting dust and gravel into the air.

Han Chuanyou's figure leaped and dodged among the ruins, each step seemingly landing precisely in the gaps between bullet screens.

However, in Lowell's eyes, it was a completely disheveled and desperate escape.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief; death was nothing more than that.

Inside the fighter jet cockpit, the pilot, codenamed Flying Shark, curled his lips into a smile as he locked his gaze on the still-moving shadow on the ground, like watching prey about to fall into a net.

"Here you go, a 2000-pound gift! It'll make your death worthwhile."

He pressed the bomb release button.

The precision-guided bomb detached from its rack, its tail fins deployed, and after a brief descent, it quickly adjusted its attitude and hurtled towards the target area.

Han Chuanyou sensed the rapidly approaching danger above him, but remained completely calm.

He never underestimated human technology; he just found it interesting when it was challenging.

The bomb landed.

"Boom!!"

Flames shot into the sky, and shockwaves swept across the ground with devastating force, hurling debris and dust dozens of meters into the air, where a gray-brown mushroom cloud swelled up.

The earth shook violently, and even buildings several kilometers away trembled slightly.

"Wuhu!!"

Inside the cockpit, the pilot, codenamed Flying Shark, let out a triumphant shout; he loved the feeling of life turning to dust in an explosion.

Even if it's the infamous Grim Reaper, it only adds a little fun. It's much more enjoyable than the last time we carried out the bombing mission on the refugee camp.

"Alright, Vulture, this is Flying Shark. Mission complete, time to return!"

The two fighter jets pulled up their noses, preparing to break away.

On the screen, the smoke and dust from the original explosion site had not yet dissipated.

With an explosion of that magnitude, he would definitely be dead, right? Lowell smiled with relief.

Just as they were about to send the drone back, as the smoke dissipated and faded, a figure reappeared from the shadows.

Han Chuanyou emerged from behind the cover, his body still intact and unharmed.

He raised his M24, pointed the muzzle at the sky, and aimed at the two F-35s that were climbing.

You think you can fly fast? Well, then let me show you what it's like to be covered in fire.

Switch to scattering mode.

I could see the figure clearly.

Lowell's smile froze, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

How can it be? !

That was a 2000-pound bomb! How could he possibly emerge unscathed from such an explosion?!

Also, what is the weapon he is holding?

A sniper rifle with a unique design?

He wants to use this to shoot down a supersonic F-35? Does he think this is science fiction?

However, what happened next completely shattered his worldview.

Countless purple streaks of light erupted from the gun muzzles, like a dazzling meteor shower, sweeping across the sky towards the two fighter jets in the air.

This scene completely shocked everyone in the command room.

He instantly grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Watch out!! Death isn't dead yet!"

Each of these F-35s is a treasure to Israel, and is key to Israel's ability to control the airspace of the entire Middle East. It is absolutely crucial that Israel does not lose any of them.

The F35 pilot, codenamed Flying Shark, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the streaks of light rushing towards them.

"Damn it! What the hell?!"

He immediately pushed the stick to the right, tilting the fuselage to the side, and heat decoys shot out from the belly of the aircraft like fireworks.

Han Chuanyou's lips curled up. Fearing that the other party might not feel it was enough, he aimed at the two F-35s and pulled the trigger four more times in succession.

Countless streaks of light, like a sky full of fireflies, almost engulfed the two F-35s.

The two F-35s kept spitting out heat decoys behind them, but to no avail.