Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 119 The Slaughter is Underway, the Show Has Only Just Begun

"You, open all those doors for me."

Han Chuan You pointed his knife at the last researcher and gave the order.

"Yes—yes—"

The researcher's fingers trembled as he pressed the control panel of the electronic lock, and all the compartment doors popped open simultaneously with a click.

"Open it! Spare my life! We were wrong! It was all orders from above!"

"Go to hell and beg Death for forgiveness."

Han Chuanyou ended his life with a single blow; he has no obligation to forgive the victims.

"You are free."

He sheathed his sword, looked around, and his voice carried clearly into every compartment.

These people were momentarily stunned; they had been imprisoned for so long that freedom had become a foreign concept to them.

"Open the door!"

There was a rapid knocking on the door, and the heavy blast door was being pounded loudly. It seemed that the people outside had also received the message and were planning to break in.

Among the test subjects, a relatively young man was the first to react. He quickly picked up a rifle that a guard had dropped from the ground, skillfully checked the magazine, loaded it, and rushed to Han Chuanyou's side.

"I'll help."

"Who are you?"

Han Chuanyou glanced at him.

Through the other person's words and actions, he sensed that this person was unusual; such a reaction was not something an ordinary person would have.

"Don't worry, I'm an agent from a certain country sent to investigate this laboratory," the man said in a low voice. "My informant was exposed, and I became a test subject as well. These people are from different countries, and we probably can't take them out on our own."

Han Chuanyou was somewhat surprised by his identity. Although he didn't say it, he had already guessed who the person in front of him was.

He nodded slightly: "Then I'll go take care of them. You all wait here."

He turned and walked towards the door, and Qingling was drawn back into its sheath.

"Wait," the man called out to him, his gaze complex, "There's at least a platoon of soldiers outside, along with armored vehicles, and you're all alone—"

Han Chuanyou countered, "After killing these people, can you take them all with you?"

"Yes, we have a meeting point in Okinawa. These people are all witnesses. As long as we make a phone call, someone will come to pick us up."

"Then there's no problem. You're in charge of maintaining order inside. Once things calm down outside, you can leave."

Han Chuanyou turned and walked towards the blast door, then turned back to remind him.

"You'd better find somewhere to hide and cover your ears, there's going to be an explosion soon."

Without asking any further questions, the male agent quickly organized the still-terrified test subjects to hide behind a load-bearing wall in the laboratory. They covered their ears with their hands, and everyone huddled together, keeping their bodies low to the ground.

Seeing that they were hiding very well, Han Chuanyou raised his right hand.

Spiritual energy gathered in his palm, and a ball of red light appeared in his palm. The light grew brighter and brighter, and a scorching atmosphere began to permeate the air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise sharply.

The U.S. troops outside were preparing to force their way in. An officer raised a hand gesture, signaling the demolition team to place the breaching explosives.

Just then.

"Boom!"

The fireball spell exploded on the blast door, blasting the iron door and frame away, sending them hurtling towards the dense crowd outside.

The soldiers at the front were hit by the flying door panel, their bones shattered, and they were sent flying backward, crashing into their comrades behind them.

Immediately afterwards, scorching flames erupted, engulfing the corridor entrance and turning the entire area into a sweltering hell.

"Scatter! Scatter!"

The officer roared as the shockwave threw him to the ground, his ears ringing.

Han Chuanyou stepped out onto the still-burning ground, his Shura mask flickering in the firelight.

"Death—Death!!" the officer shouted in disbelief as he looked at the familiar figure.

Han Chuan You did not answer, but responded with his actions.

As Qingling was drawn from its sheath, the blade reflected the raging flames, the firelight illuminating the night and foreshadowing their fate.

Fire!

Gunshots rang out continuously, and bullets came from all directions, drawing dense lines of fire in the air.

Han Chuanyou's figure moved nimbly and gracefully amidst the hail of bullets.

Cut off the water flow, the third move - striking the rain.

The Azure Spirit in his hand transformed into azure light.

All the bullets were either cleaved in two by his blade or deflected to the side by the tip of his sword, unable to get even a fraction closer to him.

He closed in on the soldier closest to him, and with a flash of his blade, the soldier's rifle and both arms were severed at the elbow. Before he could even scream, his throat was slit.

Han Chuanyou didn't pause. With a flick of his left hand, a spirit energy bullet flew out and hit the machine gunner who was aiming at the gunner three meters away. The man's chest was pierced, leaving a bloody hole the size of a bowl, and he fell straight backward to the ground.

"He's over there! Focus fire!"

Before the officer could finish speaking, Han Chuanyou had already appeared in front of him, the tip of Qingling's knife piercing through the officer's chest and exiting through his back.

The officer looked down at the blade on his chest, his legs went weak, and he knelt down.

He drew his knife, and blood splattered everywhere.

He kicked aside the corpse blocking his way and advanced along the corridor. Enemies who rushed in along the way fell to the ground under Qingling's blade.

As he stepped out of the bunker, a cool night breeze rushed into his nostrils.

On the open ground in front of the gate, an armored vehicle was already in position, its turret turned in this direction, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the exit.

The moment he appeared, flames spewed out.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

Bullets rained down like a storm, striking the concrete and sending debris flying.

Han Chuanyou pushed off with his feet, advancing instead of retreating. His figure dodged left and right amidst the hail of bullets, like a leaf swept up by a gale, graceful and unrestrained.

He raised his right hand, palm facing the armored vehicle, and spiritual power gathered wildly in his palm. A blazing red light grew brighter and brighter, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Inside the observation window, the soldier's eyes widened suddenly.

Is this even human?

The light reflected in his pupils grew larger and brighter.

"Boom!"

The Fireball spell was unleashed, and the blazing fireball struck the front of the armored vehicle.

The armored vehicle's steel plates deformed instantly under the high temperature, the turret was blown off, the hull was engulfed in flames, the tracks broke, and debris flew everywhere.

The vehicle was pushed sideways for several meters by the shockwave, overturned upside down on the gravel ground, and burst into flames.

After dealing with the remaining enemies, the noise subsided. At the bunker entrance, the male agent peeked out and stared in disbelief at the scene of devastation.

Which country's organization is this? The destructive power is terrifying.

This is what a true saturation rescue should be, right?

Han Chuanyou approached them and said, "You can leave now. Get out of here as soon as possible. American reinforcements should arrive soon."

The male agent asked, "And you?"

"Don't worry about me."

Han Chuanyou planned to continue drawing their fire while giving them time to leave. He also wanted to teach these people a lesson.

The show has just begun.

After spending these past few days playing with them, it's time to make it clear to them who the hunter and who the prey are.