Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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She stubbornly held fast to her beliefs and rushed headlong into the darkness.

During this process, she was subjected to undisguised ridicule from her seniors and was also ostracized behind her back by her colleagues who joined the newspaper at the same time.

But none of this discouraged her; instead, it fueled her determination.

She was determined to create a sensational story to prove that her persistence was worthwhile.

This time, the world, which had always treated her with cold reality, finally rewarded her efforts.

"Hi!"

Mai Komura nodded emphatically, ran forward quickly, and with a nimble leap, sat on the back of the motorcycle.

Fortunately, she was wearing casual trousers that allowed her to move around freely, so she could sit with her legs straddling without any worries, unlike when she wore a skirt where she had to sit sideways.

Her hands instinctively reached forward to wrap around the driver's waist for stability.

But thinking of the other person's identity, she restrained herself and instead gripped the metal luggage rack behind her tightly with both hands, shouting, "I'm seated!"

"Give me your phone, I'll use navigation to find out the exact location of Ikebukuro Mitsuo General Hospital."

"Oh well!"

Mai Komura quickly took her phone out of her handbag, unlocked the screen, and handed it over.

Aozawa took the phone, quickly entered the destination, glanced at the route and approximate distance displayed on the navigation, and then handed the phone back to Komura Mai, saying, "Hold on tight, let's go."

"Hi."

Mai Komura nodded, and the motorcycle engine beneath her emitted a deep, powerful roar.

Her heart, like this engine, was pounding wildly in her chest.

She never imagined that she would personally experience a thrilling ordeal like that of a movie heroine.

She was saved by a mysterious "urban legend" and is now heading to a dangerous place with him.

"If this news is released later, it will definitely cause a national sensation!"

Her breathing became slightly rapid with excitement. She tried to open her eyes wide, wanting to imprint every detail of the figure in front of her and the street scene rushing past her into her mind.

Qingze's mood remained calm and undisturbed.

The crows in the sky acted like his eyes, constantly providing him with a high-altitude view and helping him avoid monitored sections of road and streets where there might be roadblocks or patrol cars.

These matters did not delay Qingze for too long.

Because Japan has never been a country with extensive surveillance.

Except for a few accident-prone intersections, most streets and alleys are in blind spots of surveillance.

This allows him to pass directly through.

Soon, the crows in the sky had their eyes locked on the sign for "Ikebukuro Mitsuo General Hospital," as well as the buildings inside the hospital.

At the last intersection leading to the hospital, the traffic lights were flashing a glaring red.

However, there were no vehicles traveling in the transverse lanes.

Qingze, adhering to the principle of "saving lives is like putting out a fire," naturally had no intention of obeying traffic rules.

The motorcycle sped through the red light like an arrow released from a bow.

Meanwhile, in the opposite lane, a dark green military off-road vehicle was stopped behind the white line, waiting for the green light.

Brad leaned back lazily in the back seat, propping his cheek up with his hand, gazing listlessly at the flashing traffic lights outside the window.

His casual gaze suddenly sharpened like that of a hawk when it caught sight of the motorcycle that had run a red light.

A motorcyclist.

Wearing a fox mask, a dark purple cloak, and a crisp black uniform, with a silver cross pendant on her chest.

"fox?!"

Brad was shocked. Almost instinctively, he rolled down the car window and drew his sidearm.

Shooting at a fast-moving target is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

But as an elite member of the U.S. military, Brad had absolute confidence in his marksmanship.

Without the slightest hesitation, relying on his extensive experience to predict the motorcycle's trajectory in the next second, he decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunshots ripped through the hustle and bustle of the night.

The moment Brad drew his gun, Qingze saw it through the crow's vision and used the Flame Necklace to enhance his own perception.

Before the trigger was even pulled, Qingze had already detected the bullet's trajectory and landing point.

His head tilted back slightly in a posture that appeared relaxed but was actually precise to the millimeter.

The scorching bullet, whistling sharply, flew past the front of his fox mask and disappeared into the darkness to his side and behind.

The motorcycle did not slow down at all, crossing the intersection and heading straight for the hospital gate.

"fox!"

Brad leaned half his body out of the car window and let out a furious roar in frustration.

The bright red "Demon" tag above his head was particularly eye-catching in the night.

Qingze "saw" the label through the crow's vision, but he was in no hurry to deal with it.

Prioritize tasks; dealing with the organ trafficking ring at hand is the top priority.

Moreover, this "demon" doesn't seem to be running away immediately.

"Follow me!"

Brad yelled at the driver's seat.

The Black driver reacted quickly, jerking the steering wheel sharply. The SUV violently rolled over the curb, veered into the non-motorized vehicle lane, and roared as it accelerated to give chase.

Brad tried to fire a second shot, but Qingze's motorcycle made a nimble sharp turn and disappeared inside the hospital gate.

"Damn it!"

Brad cursed under his breath, quickly pulled out his phone, dialed Kiyoshi Kaneda's number, and issued the order in a rapid-fire voice: "Quick! The fox has appeared at Mitsuo General Hospital in Ikebukuro!"

Immediately mobilize all nearby patrol police forces and block all surrounding traffic arteries.

At the same time, orders were given to the Metropolitan Police Department's standby helicopters to take off immediately and arrive here as quickly as possible!

"clear."

On the other end of the phone, Kiyoshi Kaneda's reply was unusually brief and calm.

Brad took a deep breath and added, "Listen, Kaneda, if I die, I'll leave you a different message, revealing the fox's identity."

"Ah."

Kiyoshi Kaneda responded again, without uttering any further words.

Brad hung up the phone and muttered to himself, "Fox, I never expected to meet you under these circumstances."

Is all of this just a coincidence?

No, this must be God's guidance!

He viewed this encounter as a battle of fate.

The SUV suddenly swerved, violently crashing through the entrance barrier and ignoring the panicked shouts from the nearby security booth, before hurtling into the hospital area.

Brad stared ahead and saw the motorcycle dart around a corner and disappear into the entrance to the underground parking lot.

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Knowing full well that there are pursuers behind them, they still do not change their original goal. What arrogance and confidence this shows!

The SUV roared and sped to the corner where the fox had disappeared.

Upon arriving here, Brad calmed down and stopped being impatient.

He knew that "Fox" was not an opponent that could be easily defeated.

If they are not careful, they will go from being hunters to being prey.

"Arm your troops immediately!!"

He ordered in a deep voice.

The two Black subordinates in the front row immediately nodded, quickly got out of the car, and skillfully opened the large trunk of the SUV.

It was essentially a small, mobile arsenal.

The three men quickly donned heavy bulletproof vests and tactical goggles, then slung assault rifles, several magazines, grenades, flares, smoke grenades, and other equipment over their bodies.

The entire process was completed in just a few dozen seconds, demonstrating their extremely high level of military prowess.

Fully armed, Brad strode toward the terrified parking lot security guard and demanded sharply in English, "Which way did the fox go?!"

The security guard looked bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Brad then realized that they couldn't communicate due to the language barrier.

Although he was an elite member of the U.S. Seventh Fleet stationed in Japan and was fluent in multiple languages, Japanese was not among them.

In his view, anyone in Japan who needs to speak with him should naturally be able to speak English, so he has no need to learn Japanese at all.

"Then go to hell."

Brad raised his assault rifle almost without hesitation.

"Da da da!"

Short bursts of gunfire rang out.

Several bursts of blood erupted from the security guard's chest, and with an incredulous look on his face, he collapsed limply to the ground.

Brad's two subordinates did nothing about it, as if they had just stepped on an ant.

They were all veterans who had been stationed in Iraq, and they were already used to killing civilians to vent their frustrations.

Especially when both parties are at risk of sacrifice, it's quite normal to kill someone over a minor grievance.