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

She took another sip of cola. In the sweltering summer heat, with the sea view in front of her, she felt like something was missing.

Why didn't you buy any alcohol?

Do you think I can buy alcohol?

"Heh..." she chuckled softly, "I forgot you're still a little kid."

"Don't underestimate little kids, believe me or not I'll show you the power of a little brat."

"letter."

Han Chuan Mei Yue nodded, a maternal smile appearing on her lips, and reached out to pat him on the head.

"But little kids can't do things that only adults do, okay?"

Han Chuan You took her hand speechlessly: "Mei Yue, what do you take me for? You're treating me like a child."

"Aren't you my child?"

Having raised Han Chuan You for so many years, Han Chuan Mei Yue felt that there was absolutely nothing wrong with what she said.

Han Chuan You was extremely surprised, as if looking at some kind of twisted older sister:

"I treat you like an older sister, but you want to be my mother. I never expected you, Meiyue, to have such a fetish!"

Mizuki Hanakawa showed absolutely no embarrassment and said matter-of-factly:

"You boys like others to call you Dad, but can't we like others to call us Mom? Come on, call me Mom."

Han Chuanyou didn't deny the meaning of "whoever feeds me is my mother," so he smiled and leaned closer, resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder:

"Mama Mizuki, I want to drink Neinei."

When Han Chuan Mei Yue saw him actually cry out, she was stunned for a moment, and a strange flutter rose in her heart. But when she heard his shameless words afterward, she realized what was happening and pushed him away.

"Get lost, I don't have an unfilial son like you."

……

In Los Angeles, far across the ocean, there is a luxurious Western-style castle mansion.

Edward, the head of the Ashworth family, sat leisurely under a parasol in the courtyard, his fingers gently holding the handle of a white porcelain coffee cup as he slowly took a sip.

Sunlight streamed onto the neatly trimmed lawn, and the artificial fountain in the distance shimmered with fragmented rainbows in the sunlight.

"Mr. Edward, we have the latest intelligence."

The butler, dressed in a black suit, strode closer, bowed slightly, and handed over a document that had just been delivered.

Edward waved his hand: "Just say it."

"It concerns Mr. Henry's whereabouts. The island nation reported a plane crash, and after verification, the crashed plane was our Gulfstream. It is highly likely that all the people on board perished."

Edward paused slightly in his coffee-serving hand, then slowly put the cup down, the porcelain saucer tapping against the table with a crisp sound.

His expression darkened, and his hawk-like eyes narrowed into slits: "Was it the Kujo family who did it?"

"It is currently uncertain whether the missile launch was detected by radar at the American base. Preliminary analysis suggests that the sabotage may have originated from inside the aircraft."

“Very well.” Edward sneered, his eyes surging with anger. “The Kujo family actually dared to go this far; this is a blatant provocation against the Ashworth family.”

He made no attempt to reflect on whether sending someone to assassinate the heir of the Kujo family was a provocation.

In his eyes, it was only natural for the Ashworths to scheme against others, and if others retaliated, they would be considered ungrateful and guilty of heinous crimes.

"Give the order."

Edward stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked ruthless.

"Unite with our allies in Congress to completely block the Nine Family businesses in California. Show no mercy. Let those islanders understand that we have ways to make them return every penny they've earned from the American market over the years, with interest."

The butler hesitated for a moment:

“The Kujo family has close ties with the island nation’s political scene. I’m afraid that if we do this, we will offend the island nation and affect the relations between the two countries.”

Edward smiled mockingly:

"Ha... They're just America's dogs. What can they do to us besides protest? Didn't their prime minister just recently sign an investment agreement worth over 500 billion US dollars to curry favor with us?"

The political and business worlds of America are dominated by these local tycoons. These island nation tycoons who come across the ocean to make money are nothing but beggars.

In their eyes, the overseas assets of island nation capital like the Kujo family have always been nothing more than fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"in addition."

Edward turned around, his gaze cold.

“Besides the asset blockade, I think it’s necessary to plan another operation against the Kujo family to remind them of the consequences of going against Ashworth.”

He sat back down in the wicker chair, picked up the slightly cooled coffee, drank it all in one gulp, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

The Kujo family... just wait to be harvested, why do you have to go against us?

"Yes."

The butler acknowledged and withdrew.

Chapter 117 Secret Laboratory, Human Experimentation

For the next two days, Han Chuan You accompanied Mei Yue to visit tourist attractions during the day, and at night he transformed into the Grim Reaper, unleashing heavy blows on those scum soldiers.

Han Chuanyou noticed that there were many more US military police patrolling various parts of Ryukyu in the past two days, with people responsible for patrolling in various places, as if they would not give up until they found him.

However, these conventional methods were useless against him. Earth Escape Technique, Immortal Boat, and Divine Sense Warning were all loopholes in his defenses.

Night fell once again.

"Hey girl, wanna come to a hotel and have some fun?"

In the alley, a drunken soldier stopped a female tourist by the roadside and tried to drag her into his car.

Before the words were finished, a dark figure appeared from the alley entrance.

With a single slash, the blade sliced ​​across the soldier's neck.

The soldier didn't even have time to see the person's face clearly before he fell straight down.

"Death...Death!"

The female tourist covered her mouth and gasped in surprise.

Han Chuanyou did not linger; he sheathed his sword and disappeared into the night.

Five mid-grade spirit stones have arrived in my account again.

He couldn't help but purse his lips.

These thugs are still everywhere; it seems my deterrent power is still insufficient.

Camp Courtney, the location of the headquarters.

The atmosphere in the war room was somber.

"Three times! A full three times!"

Thomas slammed the report in his hand onto the table.

"Death has made its move three times right under our noses, and you still managed to let it escape?"

The military police captain, head bowed, explained:

"Report to the General: Death is too elusive. Every time we receive a message and rush to the scene, he has already disappeared without a trace, as if he knew our deployment route in advance."

"Known in advance?" A cold glint flashed in Thomas's eyes. "You mean, there's a mole within our ranks?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Matthew, who was standing nearby, took over the conversation with a serious expression.

"The Metropolitan Police Department had previously deduced that the Grim Reaper was likely backed by an organization, possibly even connected to the Super Soldier program next door. Their actions in Okinawa this time seem rather small-scale; perhaps it's just a smokescreen. Their real purpose is likely to confuse us and cover up a larger scheme."

Thomas paused for a moment, tapping his finger on the table, then suddenly asked, "What about the lab?"

"We have increased the number of troops to guard the area strictly, with 24-hour shifts, and all personnel entering must undergo double verification."

Thomas nodded: "The secrets there must not be revealed in the slightest. As for Death... continue the search."

"Yes!"

Just as these people were speculating about the Grim Reaper's true purpose, Han Chuanyou's figure gradually appeared outside a somewhat hidden concrete building, which looked like a bunker.

There were many soldiers deployed around the building, which seemed to be a very important place, and he did not intend to provoke it for the time being.

However, just as Han Chuan You was about to finish work and go home, the subtitles in front of him suddenly changed.

You have discovered a horrific den where people are being subjected to inhumane human experiments. As a disciple of a righteous sect, what will you choose...?

A den of demons? Isn't that a treasure trove?

On the other hand, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​leaving, his body sinking down and disappearing into the depths of the ground.

Layers of concrete are useless against the earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that can be used to escape from the

Inside the underground laboratory, rows of stainless steel workbenches are neatly arranged, with microscopes, centrifuges, gene sequencers, and other sophisticated equipment whose names I don't know.

Several researchers in white coats were busy at work, their heads down, while various charts and gene sequence maps were posted on the wall.

At the end of the laboratory are rows of enclosed cubicles.

The cubicles are made of bulletproof glass and steel plates, about two meters long, one and a half meters wide, and only high enough for an adult to stand up. Each cubicle has a palm-sized observation window on the door, through which the person inside can be seen.

A researcher, holding a notebook, stopped in front of a door, observed for a moment through the observation window, and then calmly wrote something down in his notebook.

These people didn't seem like humans to him; they were more like lab rats.

This laboratory was the research institute for America's DNA bomb, codenamed "Code Red".

The goal of the project is to develop a targeted biological weapon based on population genetic markers.

This unconventional weapon does not rely on explosives or chemical agents, but instead silently triggers a deadly immune response or organ failure by recognizing haplogroups and specific gene fragments in the DNA of a particular population.

Because of its proximity to East Asia, the Ryukyu Islands have a rich source of samples.

The institute uses fabricated high-paying jobs and humanitarian aid as a pretext to lure or kidnap refugees and stateless persons from East Asia, Southeast Asia, and South Asia, and uses them for human experiments.

It's easy to guess who it's targeting.

Once this research is completed, America will truly possess the ability to wipe out a race without bloodshed.

No aircraft carriers or missiles are needed; simply dropping a few DNA bombs on a target area can cause the entire population of an area to die mysteriously within months.

At that moment, Han Chuanyou silently slipped in.

As soon as he entered, his attention was drawn to the people being held in the cell.

The scene before him instantly brought the words "human experimentation" to Han Chuanyou's mind.

No wonder it's called the Demon Cave.

Through the observation window, it was clear that the subjects were in very poor mental condition and had suffered greatly.

The United States and an island nation are truly birds of a feather.

After the island nation's defeat in the war, some war criminals who should have been executed for their experiments escaped trial because they provided the United States with so-called data related to human experimentation.

Now, unexpectedly, they've still ended up together.

Han Chuanyou's murderous intent arose instantly.

He appeared in the laboratory, startling a researcher at the lab bench.

"Who...who are you?!"

"You deserve to die! Go down there and ask us."

Han Chuanyou plunged a knife deep into his chest, the blade piercing through his back and spraying a mouthful of hot blood onto the lab table and another researcher beside him.

"Ahhh!!"

Screams erupted, and the rest of the people in the laboratory, witnessing this scene, instantly panicked and scattered in all directions.

Several researchers ran towards the exit.

Han Chuanyou raised a finger, and a spiritual energy bullet shot out from his hand, piercing the back of several people's heads, with red and white liquid splashing out.

"Run! You'd better run fast, or I'll kill anyone who falls behind..."

Han Chuan You approached them step by step, sword in hand.