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

This is definitely related to the Super Soldier program.

Ordinary humans could never possess such skill.

Chapter 106 Thunderous Might!

This was the first time Death had so openly revealed his presence in front of them. William clenched his fists, his heart pounding.

Tonight, we must catch Death!

He got back into the car and instructed the driver to continue the pursuit. Then he picked up another encrypted phone, dialed the Yokota Air Base's operations command center, and simultaneously issued a request for assistance to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Send me two patrol Black Hawks! The coordinates have been sent; I need them to be over Ikebukuro within five minutes! Everyone, full-scale search and capture! He won't escape tonight!"

"Roger that!"

The jeep ran through the intersection where the light was still red. Just then, a double-decker bus was driving out of the intersection on the right. The driver honked the horn and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

The front of the bus crashed straight into the side of the jeep.

"boom!"

The jeep's rear wheels were lifted off the ground by the impact. While traveling at high speed, it lost its balance and finally rolled off the road, throwing the people inside the vehicle into various positions.

The vehicle rolled several times before finally landing upside down in a roadside flowerbed, its debris scattered all over the ground.

After a long while, William Jones kicked open the deformed car door and scrambled out of the car in a disheveled state.

A shard of glass cut his forehead, and blood trickled down his brow bone, staining half his face red.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He kicked the wrecked car body several times.

In the distance, several convoys belonging to the same investigation team were speeding off in the direction where Death had disappeared.

"Stop!" William waved his arms. "Stop the car! I haven't even gotten in yet!"

……

In the distance, two Black Hawks flew rapidly towards them, the roar of their rotors growing louder as they approached. The beams of their searchlights swept back and forth across the ground, illuminating the narrow alleyways as if it were daytime.

Han Chuanyou deliberately slowed down, sometimes leaping onto the rooftop, sometimes weaving through alleys, to make sure that the tails behind him wouldn't lose him.

Adachi Ward, one of Tokyo's most chaotic neighborhoods, has a rare vacant lot located on the banks of the Arakawa River. It is a construction site that has been abandoned for many years.

There were no residents, no surveillance cameras, and a wide-open view; it was the perfect place to make an example of someone.

Han Chuanyou finally landed on the top of the boom of a small tower crane in the center of the construction site. The night wind blew from the river. He turned around and faced the rapidly approaching traffic.

Dozens of black SUVs braked suddenly at the edge of the construction site, their tires leaving long skid marks on the gravel.

The car doors opened in unison, and more than a hundred fully armed soldiers filed out, quickly deploying into tactical formations.

Gun muzzles, searchlights, and the red dots of infrared sights were all locked onto him.

Two Black Hawk helicopters hovered overhead, their rotors whipping up a fierce wind that made his clothes flutter wildly, while the bright beams of searchlights shone down from the sky, enveloping him in a blinding white light.

Upon receiving William Jones's order to hold off Death, Lucas, the deputy commander of tonight's operation, took William's place, quickly got out of the car, raised the megaphone, and his voice echoed across the open field:

"Death! You are surrounded! Surrender, hand over your weapons and technical data, and we can guarantee your safety!"

Han Chuanyou did not answer. Looking at these people, his eyes behind the mask were calm as water, even with a hint of pity.

"Who said I was going to run away?"

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.

A talisman shimmering with a pale golden light appeared out of thin air in my palm. As spiritual energy flowed into it, fine lightning patterns appeared on the surface of the talisman, like countless tiny lightning bolts dancing across the paper.

Once fully activated, he tossed the Five Thunder Talisman into the sky, and it shot straight into the night sky like a shooting star.

Lucas paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.

Finally, the talisman exploded suddenly at a height of 100 meters.

Golden light spread outwards from the talisman in all directions, instantly filling the entire night sky.

Is this... fireworks? Or is it a signal flare requesting reinforcements?

Gradually, several muffled sounds came from the sky, the clouds were torn apart, revealing the bottomless darkness behind them, and that darkness was illuminated by lightning, turning into a surging, burning purple.

The sky and earth changed color, emanating a faint sense of oppressive power.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the rolling thunderclouds, their pupils reflecting the golden lightning.

"What the hell..."

Lucas looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

The next second, the sky collapsed.

Countless bolts of lightning poured down from the clouds, one after another, thick as waterfalls, like Zeus unleashing his fury upon the world.

Golden lightning tore through the night, illuminating the entire construction site as bright as day. Each bolt of lightning precisely avoided the spot where Han Chuanyou stood, mercilessly striking the soldiers who were gradually abandoning their weapons and fleeing in all directions.

"what!"

The screams were swallowed by the thunder.

Several soldiers were struck by lightning and flew out like broken puppets, crashing heavily to the ground, their bodies charred black and emitting wisps of smoke.

A soldier's grenade was detonated by lightning, shrapnel flew everywhere, and people around him fell to the ground.

Some people didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed by the lightning. Their bulletproof vests were no match for such divine power. Their bodies were charred black, trembling constantly, their pupils dilated, and white foam spilled from the corners of their mouths.

The two Black Hawk helicopters were struck by lightning, their searchlights were shattered, sparks flew from the fuselage, their electrical systems completely collapsed, and their instrument panels malfunctioned, constantly issuing alarms.

One of the fuel tanks was struck by lightning and exploded with a deafening roar. The fuselage instantly turned into a burning fireball, spinning rapidly as it crashed into the ground and into the crowd.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky, and heat waves carrying debris spread in all directions. Another plane, trailing thick smoke, rapidly ascended, but it still couldn't withstand the successive strikes of lightning.

The high-speed spinning propeller swept across the ground at an angle, tearing apart several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time like a giant blade. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and shards of the broken propeller blades ripped open the intestines of several people not far away, with screams echoing one after another.

More than a hundred people were killed instantly by the lightning strike.

The remaining soldiers were terrified by this divine power and hid behind cover, not daring to show their faces.

The thunder gradually subsided.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt protein being roasted, mixed with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

The construction site was littered with charred human bodies. Some were not quite dead yet, twitching occasionally, while others were motionless, with blood seeping from their wounds and meandering into dark red streams among the rubble.

Seeing that these people no longer had any desire to fight back, Han Chuan You lost interest in continuing his attack.

To put it bluntly, these soldiers were just following orders. There are so many people at the US military base; they can't just kill them all.

There's no need to be so bloodthirsty, otherwise you'd be no different from a demon.

Tonight was a lesson for these people; they don't have the ability to take me down.

He leaped backward, his figure landing in the river. He activated the water-repelling pearl and quickly fled into the distance.

During his escape, the Star Lock emitted a spiritual light, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

Chapter 107 Weather Weapons, Maki Kujo's Secret Past

Han Chuanyou appeared in the room.

The straight-line distance of eighteen kilometers cost forty low-grade spirit stones, which was a bit extravagant, but still acceptable.

At this very moment, William Jones arrived late at the abandoned construction site.

The jeep came to a sudden stop. He opened the door and got out. Looking at the horrific scene, his pupils dilated in shock, and he was stunned for a long time.

The helicopter wreckage was still glowing with fire, and there was a chorus of cries of anguish. The surviving soldiers were carrying the wounded, and the charred marks and human fragments on the ground were horrifying to see. The scene looked as if it had just been ravaged by artillery fire.

He pulled over a soldier who seemed dazed.

"What exactly happened on the scene? Lightning, Zeus's wrath? Are you kidding me?"

He felt the report he received from his subordinates was far too exaggerated, and the situation on the ground gave him a rude awakening.

The United States absolutely could not accept such a horrific casualty, especially the loss of two Black Hawk helicopters. At the time, the Black Hawk crash in the Middle East had a huge impact, killing eighteen soldiers and forcing the United States to change its overseas intervention policy.

Even the wars in the Middle East during this period did not result in as many deaths as this one.

Judging from the situation at the scene, the death toll is definitely far higher, and may even be increasing.

At that moment, he felt like the sky had fallen.

With so many dead and injured, he, as the commander-in-chief, cannot escape blame.

The soldier seemed to be answering, or perhaps muttering to himself, "It's true, I can't believe it either. It's God, it's divine punishment!"

Recalling the scene just now, that moment that seemed like divine punishment, the soldier felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

He wanted to go home. He didn't want to stay in the island nation for another second. To hell with this absurd mission and soldier's honor. The East was just too terrifying.

Where is Lucas?

"Lieutenant Colonel Lucas was tragically struck through the chest by a broken helicopter rotor blade and died instantly."

William swallowed hard.

He felt incredibly lucky to have survived the car accident; otherwise, he wasn't sure if he would still be standing here unharmed.

William Jones quickly directed the cleanup of the scene and rushed the wounded soldiers to the hospital. He also ordered a news blackout, prohibiting anyone from taking photos or contacting the outside world.

After the cleanup was completed, he looked at the logistics officer who was counting data in a notebook: "How many people died in total?"

"A total of 34 people died on the spot, 22 were seriously injured, and 28 were slightly injured."

Upon hearing the data, William Jones took a deep breath and remained silent for a while before speaking:

"The death toll is only eight. The accident was caused by a helicopter collision. Notify everyone that this operation is top secret. All personnel must sign a confidentiality agreement. Anyone who dares to leak even a single piece of information will be treated as a traitor."

"Yes."

The logistics officer didn't ask any further questions and turned to carry out the order.

This operation must not be leaked at all, otherwise it will definitely cause a sensation in the country. It doesn't matter if he is dismissed, but if it affects the president's approval rating, he will definitely not be able to escape.

The following day, at the Yokota base laboratory.

The samples, photos, and video data collected on-site were spread out on a huge analysis table, where several scientists sat in a circle, repeatedly watching the on-site videos and lightning trajectory maps.

Professor Noah took off his glasses, rubbed his tired eyes, and slowly began to speak:

"It is highly likely that it is a weather weapon that creates thunderstorms of this magnitude by altering turbulence or the ionosphere in the atmosphere, thereby triggering a disastrous climate response."

He pointed to the strange cloud on the screen.

“Look here, the speed of thunderstorm formation and energy release are completely contrary to the laws of nature, it is definitely not an accident.”

The other scientists nodded and discussed in hushed tones.

William stood to the side, arms crossed, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This coincided with his own thoughts; having worked in the intelligence system for many years, he had heard many secret rumors.

Weather weapons, a taboo weapon jointly prohibited by the United States and the Soviet Union, have a strategic importance far exceeding that of nuclear weapons.

The United States itself had carried out Operation Popeye during the Vietnam War, which artificially extended the monsoon season to cut off North Vietnam's supply lines.

As for the HAARP project, it is still considered by outsiders to be an ionospheric research project, but insiders know that it is only the tip of the iceberg.

William comforted himself, saying that the casualties were a bloody exchange for this intelligence.

With this valuable data and analysis, the higher-ups probably won't investigate too much...

For those people at the Pentagon, human lives are never the most important thing; what matters is how much value you can gain from those losses.

Conclusive evidence of weather weapons would be enough for Congress to approve a new round of special funding, making those military-industrial complexes and related laboratories very wealthy.

William Jones may no longer be a useless commander who lost dozens of soldiers, but the first hero to confirm the existence of an Eastern super weapon.

He took a deep breath, picked up the encrypted satellite phone, and dialed the familiar Pentagon number.

"Sir, this is Jones. I have an urgent report regarding last night's operation... Yes, the casualties were heavy, but I've obtained crucial intelligence: Death possesses weather attack capabilities. I have complete on-site data and preliminary analysis. Requesting immediate reporting to the Joint Chiefs of Staff..."

……

The massive pursuit team that emerged from Tokyo last night could not have gone unnoticed by those with ulterior motives, and related intelligence was being circulated among various families and politicians.

In the traditionally decorated tea room of the Kujo family residence in Chiyoda Ward.

The mother and daughter, dressed in visiting kimonos, sat facing each other.