The US Military Courts Death, Bai Xing Takes Action

Takahashi Syndicate Headquarters Building.

Inside the surveillance room, two men dressed as security guards, though actually members of the Takahashi Syndicate, were chatting.

"I thought the organization would descend into chaos after the old boss passed away. Who would've thought it would develop even better than before?"

"Exactly. Last time I went to Yamamoto's place to have some fun, that guy who used to be so lukewarm toward me actually came over to suck up to me. Haha! It felt great!"

"We have the current boss to thank for all this. As expected of the former boss's daughter!"

"I beg to differ. Have you forgotten how the current boss rose to power?"

"You mean that mysterious Mr. Bai?"

"Hehe, I happened to overhear some inside information."

"Quit keeping us in suspense. Tell me already."

Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly caught the surveillance feed beside him.

"Wait! Something's wrong!"

The two hurriedly composed themselves and examined the footage closely. Sure enough, they spotted a squad of combat personnel dressed in tactical gear and armed with standardized weapons.

What terrified them even more was that those people appeared to be right outside the surveillance room!

Bang!

Just as the two were about to trigger the alarm, the door was smashed open.

The suppressed guns made crisp sounds like staplers.

Two shots struck home, sending them straight to the afterlife.

"Come on!"

A squad of combat personnel entered the surveillance room and took control of its monitoring system.

As the operation proceeded smoothly and they gained the initiative, the combat personnel no longer bothered concealing themselves.

They were soon discovered by the Takahashi Syndicate's security forces inside the building.

The two sides immediately exchanged fire.

But even though the Takahashi Syndicate had expanded rapidly with the support of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the underworld was still just the underworld. Even on their own turf, their combat strength was no match for these regular troops.

They were beaten back step by step, and the entire building swiftly descended into chaos.

Amid that chaos, an elite squad drove deep into the building like a sharp blade.

They arrived at the target location.

The captain at the front directed his team with hand signals, and one unit rushed inside first.

The allotted time passed, yet no information came back.

Everyone was puzzled, and their vigilance rose accordingly.

Then, at that moment—

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of leather boots striking the floor.

Yet the footsteps were strangely sticky, as though they were stepping through something viscous.

A man emerged from the darkness.

The black trench coat he wore fluttered without wind, adding a trace of mysterious charm to his cold and imposing presence.

That trench coat was no ordinary fabric. It was like the darkness of the night sky—deep, mysterious, and enough to stir endless imagination.

His black trousers were impeccably straight, their legs appearing like two streams of black water against his boot heels, smooth yet powerful.

Those black military boots were made of hard leather. Their crisp sounds kept pace with his footsteps, as though proclaiming his arrival.

Only then did the captain finally see what those military boots had been treading upon.

The crimson liquid still radiated faint warmth. It was clearly blood that had only just flowed from human bodies!

Before he could react, the man's entire figure had stepped free of the darkness.

His handsome face carried an iron-like resolve, its sharp lines resembling a sculpted work of art.

His eyes were like a lake in winter—cold and profound, reflecting the myriad forms of the world.

"Fire! Fire!"

The erupting bullets formed a metallic storm that enveloped Bai Xing.

Yet every single one stopped before him, resembling bullet time from a science-fiction film.

The next second, all the bullets shot back.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Carrying even greater kinetic force than before, the bullets easily pierced through their special combat uniforms.

In an instant, every combatant fell dead. There was no accident, no luck, no exception.

Bai Xing slowly walked over to the lead captain's corpse and removed his tactical hood.

What came into view was the face of a Westerner with short blond hair, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes.

"Oh?"

Bai Xing raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Then he placed his hand over the man's head, and faint arcs of electricity burrowed inside.

Though the man was dead, his brain cells would not lose their activity so quickly.

Bai Xing intended to use electrical stimulation to read his memories.

To find out what this was all about.

Savas Carson, a Warrant Officer Grade Two, came from Yokota Base, the Command Headquarters of the Fifth Air Force among the US Military stationed on the island.

He had received orders to use helping the Japanese government eliminate the source of unrest and suppress the Ajin crisis as a pretext to capture the target, Bai Xing.

After learning this information, Bai Xing withdrew his hand.

There were far too many suspicious aspects to this matter. Someone was clearly targeting him from behind the scenes.

And the most likely culprit was Sato, who had vanished for a month!

It did not take Bai Xing much effort to kill every member of the US Military stationed on the island who had infiltrated the building.

The only pity was that he found no trace of Sato.

Standing atop the building and looking down at the chaos below,

he muttered, "Sato, what gives you the confidence to make a move against me?"

Bai Xing was not afraid of being exposed. He had never deliberately concealed himself from the start.

He simply could not understand what Sato's purpose was in bringing the US Military to attack him.

On the other side of the city, after observing the chaos at the Takahashi Syndicate building, the smile at the corners of Sato's mouth became more pronounced.

"A chess piece can leap off the board and become a player. A cricket can jump out of its jar and bite its owner in return. Mr. Bai, perhaps I do not yet have that ability, but I can still drag you into the water. I hope you enjoy the pleasure this game brings. Good luck."

But at that moment, Sato's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Within his field of vision, a streak of lightning tore across the sky.

It shot rapidly toward the northwest.

"That is..."

At that moment, Bai Xing's entire body was wrapped in electric current. Using magnetic acceleration, he steadily pushed his flight speed higher and higher.

As everyone knew, only by reaching 500,000 Horsepower in the Anti-Gravity Realm of Magnetic Field Rotation could one ignore a planet's gravity and fly freely.

So, had Bai Xing already attained the terrifying power of 500,000 Horsepower?

The answer was no.

Two specially made metal plates had been added to his military boots.

Together with the control granted by his formidable physical abilities, they allowed him to fly through the sky.

It might have looked as though he was flying, but in truth, the two metal plates were merely carrying him.

Still, for now, that was enough.

Limited by his flight speed, even with magnetic acceleration, Bai Xing was discovered long before he reached his destination.

Yokota Base.

It was not only the location of the Command Headquarters for the US Military stationed on the island, but also the Command Headquarters of the Fifth Air Force.

Spanning five cities and one town in the capital of Tokyo, it was the second-largest military base of the US Military stationed on the island.

The Fifth Air Force was one of the four air forces under the US Pacific Air Forces Command.

After the smoke of war on the Korean battlefield had dispersed, the Fifth Air Force remained stationed on the island. It was responsible for assisting the Japan Air Self-Defense Force in defending the island nation's territory and supporting aerial combat operations in Korea and the Far East.

The base had as many as 4,400 active-duty soldiers and 900 civilian personnel, in addition to 1,400 local employees.

The base commander was Morteza Sherman, who held the rank of major general.

At that moment, he had already received news that today's operation had been completely wiped out, and he stared grimly at the blaring radar.