Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

At this very moment, in the coastal area of ​​Edogawa Ward, on a piece of wasteland beside the Arakawa River, stands a slightly dilapidated steel-framed factory building.

After the bursting of the bubble economy in the 1990s, this factory went bankrupt due to a broken capital chain and has been abandoned ever since.

The location is remote, surrounded by a vast logistics warehouse area. There is almost no one around at night, and the only way to reach the factory is an old asphalt road.

At this moment, the flashing red lights of police cars on the road reflected on the glass curtain wall of the factory building, as if foreshadowing something.

Police have been deployed to guard the entrances to the surrounding alleys to prevent any unauthorized entry.

Tanaka Tsukasa sat in the car, looking at the factory not far away. Years of handling cases had given him a keen sixth sense, and he had a feeling that tonight's plan would not succeed.

The Hashimoto family, unaware of the Grim Reaper's true nature, deliberately provoked him, which they considered an extremely unwise act.

He then thought of that innocent reporter. Although the Hashimoto family claimed it was an act, anyone with eyes could see that his ultimate fate was already sealed.

Both the current ruling party and the Metropolitan Police Department want to get rid of the Grim Reaper as soon as possible, even at the cost of becoming accomplices.

As for so-called justice...

He scoffed, hoping he wouldn't drag the Metropolitan Police Department down with him.

Dealing with the various cases left behind by the Grim Reaper, Tsukasa Tanaka developed a sense of mutual respect for this adversary he had never met.

I just hope that if death really does appear, it won't disappoint me.

Deep inside the factory, dim lighting cast a play of light and shadow on the empty steel frame structure. The air was thick with the smell of machine oil mixed with rust, and the walls were covered with all sorts of graffiti.

You can see fully armed teams, like professional soldiers, holding guns, scattered around, alert to any unusual situations.

High up in the factory, the muzzles of several snipers' guns gleamed coldly as they watched every rustle of the guns within the factory area.

Several drones were hidden high above, and cameras covered the entire factory area, capturing every detail.

The Hashimoto family.

In the study, Hashimoto Fumio sat upright at his desk, the screen of his laptop in front of him lit up, displaying surveillance footage from several cameras.

Beside him, Hashimoto Aoyama was speaking quietly to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Ren, is everyone in position?"

Maruyama Jin's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Our personnel are all in place within the factory area. If Death really appears, there's no way we can escape. As for that... it's already been arranged. No one else knows about it. The remote detonator is in my hands."

Hashimoto Aoyama took a deep breath and turned to look at his father:

"Father, everything is ready. We're just waiting for death to walk into our trap."

The Hashimoto family had made ample preparations this time, with both their plans and countermeasures in place, just waiting for death to fall into their hands.

The gunmen were all elite members of the Hashimoto family who had undergone professional mercenary training, far superior to the Self-Defense Forces. Their weapons and equipment were also high-quality items obtained from US military bases.

In addition to these people, there were also military explosives buried in the factory's load-bearing pillars and foundation.

Maruyama Jin is the Hashimoto family's butler and is absolutely trustworthy. If so many people really can't stop the Grim Reaper, then just take him down with them.

When the explosives detonate, the entire factory area will be blown to the sky, and even if Death had wings, it wouldn't be able to escape.

Hashimoto nodded, his eyes fixed on the monitor screen, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Outside the factory, sentries were scattered throughout. Inside, fully equipped gunmen patrolled in groups of three, their tactical flashlight beams sweeping across the darkness.

Everything seemed impregnable.

However, right under their noses, in an inconspicuous corner, a paper puppet lay on the ground and flew by silently, like a piece of paper being blown by the wind.

Its perspective was connected to Han Chuan You's consciousness, and the enemy's location, number, and weapon configuration were all transmitted into his eyes.

Sure enough, this live stream was bait used against me, designed to lure me into showing myself.

So... the hunt begins.

Han Chuanyou concealed himself behind a wall on the west side of the factory area. There were a total of nine sentries around him: three on the roof, two behind abandoned shipping containers, and four in the bushes.

He smirked slightly, lowered his body, and crept toward the hidden sentries.

The first sentry, with his back to a concrete pillar, was lighting a cigarette with his head down.

Just as he lit the fire, a pair of hands silently emerged from the concrete pillar and covered his mouth and nose.

The blade pierced through the spine from behind, the tip protruding from the chest with a slicing sound, blood splattering out, and the man fell to the ground, quickly losing consciousness.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The paper puppet hovered in the air, guiding Han Chuan You's steps.

He was like a silent scythe of death, reaping lives on the periphery.

Before each sentry died, they only saw a dark shadow flash by, then felt a chill in their throat, or a void in their chest; either their heart was pierced by a knife, or their neck was snapped.

The area around the factory fell completely silent.

"What's going on? Why is it so quiet outside?"

The boss, who was in charge of the factory, hadn't received any reports for a while, and immediately became alert. He grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Sniper, what do you see?"

A hissing sound came from the walkie-talkie, and after a moment, a low voice replied:

"Nothing's amiss... wait, someone's there!"

"Bang!"

The sudden burst of gunfire shattered the silence of the night.

The expressions of both the police on the perimeter and the people inside the factory changed.

On top of the container, the sniper had just pulled the trigger when he saw a blurry black shadow flash by, and then a sentry fell silently.

Just as he was about to continue observing, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze pass by behind him.

He turned around abruptly, drew his pistol, and his finger was just on the trigger.

A hideous Asura mask had appeared before them.

With a flash of light, a head flew off, and blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, drawing a bright red arc in the air.

The headless body was still standing, its fingers nervously pulling the trigger twice before it collapsed.

Han Chuan You flicked the blood off his knife and was about to leave when he heard a whooshing sound behind him.

"call out!"

The sniper rifle fired, and a spiritual energy shield instantly opened around Han Chuanyou, a layer of light that blocked the bullet.

The warhead hovered half a meter outside the light shield, spun a few times, and finally fell to the ground, landing on the metal of the container with a pleasant sound.

In the shadows between the containers in the distance, a second sniper lay prone in the gap, his finger still on the trigger, but his pupils suddenly dilated.

He clearly aimed correctly; the shot should have hit him squarely in the back. How come there was no reaction?

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

The figure shrouded in mist stomped its foot on the ground and leaped into the air, flying towards him at a speed that seemed inhuman.

Suppressing his fear, the sniper gritted his teeth, moved his M24, aimed at the dark figure, and fired two shots.

"Bang! Bang!"

Han Chuanyou stepped on the wind wall, changing direction continuously in mid-air. Bullets grazed his clothes and sparked two bursts of sparks on the steel frame behind him.

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!"

"Bang."

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.

"this one?"

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.

It's dried well.

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 whoever 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 us!"

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, accurately hitting the man's forehead, and the back of his head exploded into a bloody mist.

He pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Boom boom boom..."

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.