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

The surrounding American troops lost sight of their target and gradually ceased fire, their eyes fixed on the plume of smoke, fingers on the triggers, ready to fire another shot at any moment.

Han Chuanyou's figure emerged from the ground. He looked at the crater in front of him and frowned.

The local US military is really lacking in martial ethics, launching rockets at the slightest provocation.

Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless.

He hesitated for a moment between choosing the Flying Divine Talisman and the Five Thunder Talisman before finally making his decision.

Since they think it's a weather weapon, let them continue to misunderstand.

A Five Thunder Talisman appeared in his hand. He infused it with spiritual power, and the talisman trembled slightly between his fingers. As the spiritual power flowed in, the talisman instantly lit up with a dazzling golden light, flew out of his hand, passed through the smoke, and shot straight into the night sky.

The talisman exploded a hundred meters in the air, and golden light expanded and burst in the air, illuminating the area as bright as day.

The light spread in all directions, tearing through the clouds to reveal the unfathomable darkness behind them. The clouds surged and burned in the lightning, turning into a turbulent purple-gold, like a god opening his eyes in the sky.

As the smoke cleared, the unharmed figure shocked the surrounding American soldiers.

How could anyone survive an attack by a high-explosive armor-piercing rocket capable of destroying a tank?

But they had no time to remain astonished, for the power of the lightning in the sky had reached its peak, with golden-purple arcs of electricity slithering through the clouds like snakes, and low rumbles of thunder rolling in, making people's chests tremble.

"Boom!"

The first bolt of lightning struck, a thick, purplish-gold beam of light piercing straight down from the clouds, hitting precisely where several American soldiers were gathered.

Lightning flashed everywhere, and arcs of electricity danced wildly across the ground. Several soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed by the lightning, their bodies charred black, stiff, and unable to get up.

Matthew's pupils dilated sharply.

Sure enough, it's weather-based weaponry again.

Based on the descriptions in the previous materials, he didn't think this weapon was that powerful; at most, it was equivalent to the power of a cruise missile, and it required advance deployment.

He never expected the deployment to be so fast. This power of nature made him truly feel the insignificance of humankind.

He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling.

"Quick! Back up and get out of here!"

The driver also sensed something was wrong, and stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, causing the armored vehicle to accelerate rapidly in an attempt to turn around and escape.

Before the vehicle could even turn around, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket struck the armored vehicle directly.

The lightning struck the roof armor with devastating force, instantly short-circuiting the electrical system and sending sparks flying from the dashboard.

Immediately afterwards, the ammunition compartment exploded.

"Boom!"

The entire armored vehicle was blown into the air, flipped halfway through the air, and crashed heavily to the ground. The turret flew more than ten meters away, and the vehicle body burst into flames, with black smoke billowing into the sky.

The car door was blown open, and Matthew, engulfed in flames, rolled out of the car and writhed desperately on the ground.

The shockwave from the explosion severely damaged his brain, leaving him only with the instinct to survive. He was kept alive by adrenaline and soon fell silent.

More and more lightning bolts struck without mercy.

Several Black Hawk helicopters were climbing frantically, the roar of their rotors swallowed by the thunder. One of them was struck by lightning on its tail rotor, the blades flew off, and the fuselage began to spin wildly as it plummeted toward the ground.

Another helicopter was hit in its fuel tank and exploded into a fireball in mid-air. It collided with another helicopter during its descent, the sound of metal tearing through the night sky. The wreckage crashed to the ground, and flames shot into the sky.

Only one Black Hawk helicopter managed to climb to a safe altitude and escape towards the base, trailing thick smoke.

The thunder gradually subsided, the clouds slowly dispersed, revealing the starry night sky.

The ruins were filled with smoke and charred black.

Armored vehicles and Humvees were burning, helicopter debris was scattered everywhere, and soldiers' bodies lay strewn about. The smell of burnt, bloody, and fuel mingled together, making it nauseating.

Moments later, reinforcements arrived late. The commander in charge jumped out of the vehicle, looked at the carnage before him, his face turned pale, and he was speechless for a long time.

This time, the casualties were truly heavy.

The entire encirclement and suppression force suffered almost half its casualties.

Chapter 120 The So-Called Fight to the Death and a Date with the Young Lady

[You have successfully wiped out a demonic lair and escaped unscathed from the demons' siege. Congratulations on obtaining the following loot: 10 High-Grade Yellow Spirit Gathering Pills, 8 High-Grade Yellow Soul Crystals, and 50 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones]

A bumper harvest.

Han Chuan You's lips curled up as he appeared in the guesthouse room.

He said, "This isn't a den of demons, it's a treasure trove!"

With a new item in hand, Han Chuanyou took out the Soul Crystal from his storage ring.

Each piece is about half the size of a fist, with an irregular crystal shape, emitting a faint blue light, and containing a strong spiritual energy fluctuation.

A sense of longing surged through Han Chuanyou's body, and he subconsciously drew upon a sliver of energy from within. The moment the energy flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness, his mind instantly cleared, and his mental strength increased slightly.

It seems to be a resource for enhancing mental strength.

Han Chuan slowly opened his eyes; this thing was very useful to him now.

The following day, at Camp Courtney, the headquarters.

The command center was deathly silent.

Thomas's face was grim; he was still reeling from the devastating blow that Death had dealt him the previous night.

That bastard William Jones dared to conceal information. For a weather weapon of this scale, he reported only eight casualties.

Due to a lack of information sharing, they could only infer the Grim Reaper's combat strength based on casualty analyses provided by Tokyo, concluding that the threat was still within a manageable range.

Unexpectedly, when they actually clashed, the destructive power displayed by the opponent far exceeded their expectations.

After the intelligence officer finished reporting the situation, the conference room fell into an even deeper silence.

Thomas paused for a moment, then slowly said, "So, most of the research data in the lab was destroyed, and the researchers disappeared without a trace?"

Colonel Joshua, an intelligence officer from the Army Intelligence Analysis Unit, nodded and said, "Yes, it can now be confirmed that this was all the work of the Xia Kingdom. One of the test subjects was a Xia Kingdom agent, and Death's main purpose should be for him."

Thomas took a deep breath.

"Continue to develop a plan. You have two days to come up with an effective solution to counter this weather weapon."

We still have to take down Death, but the tactics against him must be completely changed; we can no longer sacrifice soldiers' lives.

It wasn't because he cherished those young people, but because it would directly affect his career.

As the meeting ended and everyone filed out, the adjutant, Eric, approached, a stack of documents between his fingers, and asked in a low voice:

"Lieutenant General Thomas, regarding last night's casualty figures... how should we report them?"

Thomas leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"Remember, we fought to the death against the fierce attacks of Xia Kingdom's weather weapons and super soldiers, sacrificing eight soldiers to preserve some key experimental data. In addition, all participants signed a confidentiality agreement."

This was a major mistake, and he would never let it become a stain on his career. He had plenty of ways to legitimize the deaths of the fallen soldiers.

Training accidents, vehicle rollovers, helicopter malfunctions... there are as many excuses as you can ask for.

"By the way, draft another report to Congress explaining the seriousness of the situation. Xia Guo has already mastered unconventional weather weapons, and the combat capability of the Super Soldier program has far exceeded expectations. Tell them that if they don't increase funding for the laboratory, the next time, weather weapons will have to be used on the American mainland."

Those congressmen will only obediently hand over money to save their lives if they actually have a knife sticking out of their heads.

"Yes." Eric understood, saluted, and turned to leave the conference room.

……

After getting up, the siblings enjoyed breakfast at a coffee shop near the guesthouse.

The two sat under a parasol outdoors, enjoying the sea breeze and drinking coffee. Before them lay the azure sea, with seabirds occasionally gliding low overhead, their calls echoing long and drawn-out.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Han Chuan You took out his phone and was surprised to see that it was a message from Kujo Kitsune.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: Guess where I am?]

He tapped the screen with his finger: [Where? Did they come to Ryukyu too?]

[Kujou Kitsune Feather: You guessed right, come find me.]

The young lady gave him an order.

They actually came, but can Han Chuan You handle it?

【No way. I'm not some puppy that you can just call on and dismiss at will. Kujo-kun, let me tell you, there's an attitude to pursuing someone.】

[Kujou Kitsuneha: Is that so? The information you gave last time was very accurate and helped the Kujou family a lot. I was thinking of giving you a reward...]

[Received, Miss Kujo, I can be your loyal dog too.]

Han Chuanyou's bottom line changes very flexibly.

A penthouse suite at a resort hotel owned by the Kujo family.

Kujou Kouha leaned back in a deck chair by the French windows, the sea breeze slipping in through the half-open window and ruffling her long hair that fell over her shoulders.

She put down her phone, picked up her coffee and took a sip, her deep eyes gazing at the horizon outside the window, a charming smile playing on her lips.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a golden glow on her beautiful face and adding to her noble and glamorous aura.

She put down her coffee cup, pressed the power button on her phone twice, and called Hongye next door.

"Miss."

"Okay, get the car ready, let's go."

"Yes."

Han Chuan You put his phone back in his pocket and took a bite of his shrimp sandwich.

"Mizuki, where are you planning to go today?"

Han Chuan Mizuki stirred her coffee with a spoon: "No, I spent the whole day shopping on Kokusai Street yesterday, and my legs are sore. I want to go back to the guesthouse and lie down for a while."

"Really? Then I'll go out for a walk."

"Ah."

Mizuki responded lazily, completely unaware that her loyal dog was about to be kidnapped.

……

Beneath the white lighthouse at Cape Zanpa, Yuu Hanakawa spotted Kujo Kitsune's figure from afar.

Behind her was the almost transparent blue sea, where the sky and sea merged into a blurry line in the distance.

The sea breeze blew, lifting her long, black hair, and the hem of her light blue dress fluttered gently, revealing a section of her fair and slender calves.

She wore a woven straw hat, and her fox-like eyes, visible beneath the brim, curved slightly. A smile played on her lips, and the sunlight bathed her, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

“This is my first time here too,” Kujou Kitsune raised her hand to adjust the brim of her hat that was being blown up by the wind, and smiled slightly at him. “Shall I show you around?”

"You're making it sound like this isn't my first time here."

Han Chuanyou approached, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

This person is captivating just by standing right in front of you.

"How did we choose this location?"

He looked around; the waves were crashing against the rocks beneath his feet, splashing up white foam.

Hanchuan Yu actually prefers cultural landscapes to natural scenery.

"Don't you think this is romantic?" Kujou Kitsune tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with laughter.

"Is there?"

Han Chuanyou turned his head and met her gaze.

The girl noticed his gaze, and the smile on her lips deepened. She reached out her hand to him, her fingers long and slender, the tips gleaming a pale pink in the sunlight.

"A little trick to seduce someone."

While Han Chuanyou said this, his hand honestly reached out and took her hand.

He falls for that.

My palms were warm, and my fingers were soft, like holding a warm, smooth piece of jade.

The two walked hand in hand along the coastline, their feet sinking into the white coral sand, their ears filled with the whispers of the waves and the calls of seabirds in the distance.