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

He landed in front of the sniper, less than a meter away, looking down at the face contorted with fear.

Hankawa Yu raised his hand.

Death loomed over my heart in an instant.

"No!"

"boom."

The aura bullet shot out of his hand, and the sniper's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering blood and brain matter all over the ground.

Han Chuanyou turned around, his gaze sweeping towards the direction where the last sniper was hiding, and jumped in that direction.

The man was lying behind a pile of construction debris when he saw Han Chuanyou walking towards him. He threw away his sniper rifle, drew his pistol, and fired several shots.

The bullets struck the spiritual energy shield like raindrops, creating ripples on the water's surface.

"That's it?"

Han Chuanyou strode up to him, grabbed his neck, lifted him up from behind the pile of scrap, tightened his grip, and cracked his bones. Then he slammed him away into the distance.

Finally, with a thud, it crashed onto the container and collapsed limply to the ground.

The remaining snipers were finally wiped out, and Han Chuanyou turned his attention to the factory building.

At this moment, six gunmen stood at the main gate, rifles in hand, their eyes fixed on the commotion outside.

"hello."

Behind them, Han Chuanyou appeared out of nowhere and greeted them.

The men were startled and immediately turned their guns around.

"Fire!"

The leader immediately gave the order, but what he saw next was horrifying: his teammate's gun was pointed at him.

"What's going on!"

He was met with a burst of bullets.

"Bang bang bang..."

After a burst of gunfire, the men turned on each other, falling to the ground in less than three seconds. Their bodies lay scattered on the concrete, their blood spreading and emitting a strong stench.

Well done.

Han Chuan You praised the little ladybug in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the little ladybug responded with two buzzing sounds.

Having absorbed spiritual energy from his body for a long time, this little thing has undergone a complete transformation. It can no longer only perform simple single-person control, but can control four people at the same time.

In the live stream, hundreds of thousands of viewers heard the intense gunfire coming from the screen, and the chat exploded instantly.

"What was that sound? Gunshots?!"

"Why are there gunshots in Tokyo? Did they fire from next door?"

"Hahaha... Let's fight! The more chaotic the better! I've been eyeing the lady next door for a long time."

The sudden and unknown situation instantly stirred up the darkness deep within human nature.

The next moment, the screen went black, and the live stream was cut off.

In the study, Hashimoto slammed his fist on the table, his expression agitated.

Death, you've finally arrived!

He immediately gave the order: "Everyone, full firepower! I'll reward the person who kills Death with one hundred million."

Just as Han Chuanyou arrived in the center of the factory and was exposed to the machine gun fire, a barrage of gunfire came from the second floor of the factory, pouring firepower towards the place where he was on the first floor.

Han Chuanyou immediately dodged, then held back, two explosive talismans appeared in his hands, he infused them with spiritual power, and shot them toward the machine gun positions on the east and west sides.

"Boom! Boom!"

After two loud explosions, flames shot into the sky, and the two M240s, along with their gunners, were blown away. The steel frame structure twisted and deformed before finally collapsing with a crash.

Indeed, art is an explosion.

He was very satisfied with his technique. He sank down and disappeared underground. The next second, he emerged from the ground on the second floor.

With a flash of light, the blade flashed as the heads of three gunmen who were reloading rolled to the ground, blood gushing from their necks and staining the ceiling red.

"He's behind me!"

Someone raised a gun and opened fire. Han Chuanyou raised his left hand, his index finger like a gun.

"Boom."

A solid spiritual energy bullet flew out of his hand, hitting the man precisely between the eyebrows, and the back of his head exploded into a bloody mist.

He pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Bang bang bang..."

The five men fell to the ground with a thud, each with a round hole the size of a marble between their eyebrows, as if pierced by an invisible bullet. The remaining gunmen retreated in terror, frantically unleashing a torrent of ammunition.

Han Chuanyou brandished the Azure Spirit, the blade drawing a trail of azure light in the air.

With his current mental strength, the trajectory of a bullet is no longer obscured in his eyes.

"Ding ding ding..."

The bullets struck the blade, sparks flew, and they were deflected one by one.

He charged forward through the hail of bullets, one step, two steps, three steps, his blade never ceasing.

The gunman at the front stared wide-eyed at the approaching Grim Reaper, his finger gripping the trigger tightly. The magazine was empty, the chamber was empty, and Qingling's blade was already at his throat.

A single, fatal blow.

Before the body could fall, Han Chuan You had already dodged to the side and sprinted away in a zigzag pattern.

The blade flashed like an arc, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see. The four gunmen froze simultaneously, and a line of blood slowly appeared on their necks.

A moment later, the four heads slid off and rolled on the ground, their eyes still open and their mouths slightly agape, trying to shout but unable to make a sound.

The factory finally quieted down, leaving only a faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood, and the hissing sound of blood gushing from arteries.

Chapter 82 The auspicious time has arrived; I'm here to receive you.

Finally, Han Chuan You found the imposter huddled in a corner, trembling, in an empty room.

He stepped forward and precisely cleaved open the Asura mask on the man's face with a single stroke, revealing the face behind the mask that was distorted by fear.

Han Chuan You curled his lip, thinking, "Why pretend to be a Grim Reaper when you're not as handsome as me?"

The man trembled all over. He had wanted to escape just now, but he didn't expect death to come so quickly. You should know that there were more than forty elite soldiers with live ammunition guarding this place, with firepower comparable to a reinforced platoon.

Now that death has appeared before him, the fate of those outside is predictable.

He knelt on the ground, his body trembling: "Lord Death! Spare me, I was only acting under someone else's orders."

Han Chuanyou didn't waste any words with him. He plunged a knife into Han Chuanyou's heart and kicked him to the ground.

Then, he walked toward the man who was tied to a chair in the center of the room.

The man sobbed desperately, as if trying to say something.

Han Chuan You tore off the tape from his mouth, and the man immediately spat out the cloth, his voice hoarse:

"Lord Grim Reaper, run! This is a plot by the Hashimoto family! I... I overheard someone on the phone saying there are explosives here. You run, don't worry about me..."

Hanchuan Yu's eyes narrowed.

At this moment.

Inside a black sedan outside the factory.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a man with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle; he was none other than the old butler of the Hashimoto family, Maruyama Jin.

At this moment, his hand was gripping the walkie-talkie tightly, trembling slightly, but there was no response from inside.

How is that possible? More than forty elite soldiers couldn't defeat him.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to resort to the last resort. Maruyama Jin picked up the detonator from the passenger seat, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Death, so many people can't do anything to you, so let's blow you up and bury you alive.

You'd better pray that you're a true god descended to earth.

Without further hesitation, he pressed the detonation button in his hand.

Upon hearing the word "bomb," Han Chuanyou immediately reacted, placing her hand on the man's body. The two instantly sank to the ground and fled rapidly towards the outside of the factory.

Almost the instant they disappeared underground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Several deafening explosions rang out, and the entire factory building seemed to be lifted off the ground by an invisible giant hand. The steel frame twisted, the concrete cracked, and the glass shattered into dust.

An orange-red fireball, billowing with thick smoke, shot into the sky, the factory collapsed with a deafening roar, and dust and debris swept outwards like a tsunami.

The police officers on the perimeter were startled by the sudden explosion. Some instinctively fell to the ground, while others stumbled into police cars and covered their heads with their hands.

Dust rained down on us, and the car windows rattled as gravel struck them.

The high-ranking Metropolitan Police Department official, lying on the back of the car with his face covered in dust, cursed loudly: "Damn it! How dare the Hashimoto family make such a commotion? How are they going to explain this to the public tomorrow?"

The shockwave from the explosion traveled along the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently.

Underground, Han Chuan You placed one hand on Fukuda Shinya's shoulder and used the other to create a spiritual energy shield, as the two of them swiftly traversed the gaps between the soil and concrete.

The shockwave traveled through the soil, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the protective shield. Fortunately, the talisman had been activated in advance, and the spiritual energy shield withstood the aftershocks. If he had taken the hit head-on with his physical body, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

A moment later, Han Chuanyou appeared with the man from an empty alley.

Fukuda Shinya felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by a lightness in his body. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a quiet street.

Flames and thick smoke billowed from the factory buildings in the distance, and the sounds of collapsing buildings continued.

"Lord Death, you..."

The bizarre scene completely overturned Fukuda Shinya's understanding.

How did I get here from the factory? Could the person in front of me really be a god?

Indeed, if it weren't for divine intervention, how could someone be completely unharmed while surrounded by more than forty gunmen? How could they escape unscathed from such a horrific explosion?

"you can go now."

Han Chuan You didn't talk to him anymore.

The Hashimoto family...

Very well, you have found a way to die.

Han Chuan You originally wanted to turn around and ask the man what time it was, but the man clearly didn't have a phone, and she was being cautious and didn't want to take out her phone to check the time, so she had to give up in the end.

I've wasted so much time here, and I still need to get home before 9:30.

Then he thought to himself, "How could I, the Grim Reaper, be afraid of any access restrictions?"

Never mind! Let's do it!

If Meiyue dares to refuse her entry into her home, she'll dare to beg other women to take her in. She'll regret it to death then.

I imagine Miss Yukinoshita would be very welcoming to me, and might even treat me to a seafood feast.

As Fukuda Shinya watched the Grim Reaper disappear, he prepared to find a safe place to lay low for the time being.

Thinking of the Hashimoto family's heinous acts, he gave a bitter smile. This time, he had lost everything because of his so-called sense of justice, and even almost lost his life.

But the flame of justice will never be extinguished.

Once the Hashimoto family lowers their guard, I must release the files on my USB drive that I have backed up, so that the public will know the true nature of the Hashimoto family.

"that……"

Fukuda Shinya had only taken a few steps when he was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.

Do you know where the Hashimoto family lives?

Fukuda Shinya's eyes gradually brightened: "Lord Grim Reaper, do you mean to..."

"I understand the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. Tonight will be the day the Hashimoto family is destroyed."

Having obtained useful information, Han Chuan You left again.