Chapter 1641: You Have to Come With Us

Inoue's expression became somewhat difficult to maintain; he couldn't help but want to curse out loud. How could those be the same? The other party's father was a Councilor, after all. Although their Special Action Group was not under anyone's jurisdiction, there were some things that one ultimately had to be wary of, right?

"Chen Yu, because your medical skills are poor, resulting in the deaths of three infected persons, you must come back with me to accept our investigation," Inoue said angrily. "Those who died at your hands were three human lives."

"Those three people were killed by your own people. I am waiting for news from Chuan Naizi; I believe she will give you the truth," Chen Yu smiled. "So, wanting to take me back today is impossible."

"That is likely not up to you." Takeshita waved his hand, and the several men behind him suddenly stepped forward, each drawing a gun from their waist at the same time.

Four guns pointed at the two of them. Zhao Ping clenched his fists tightly; several sharp small knives had already appeared between his fingers. As long as these bastards made the slightest move, he would resolve them at the fastest speed.

Of course, Zhao Ping would not engage in a protracted fight with them. He practiced only killing techniques, and he was confident he could resolve the four people holding guns in an instant.

"Alright, stop being so nervous; it's not appropriate to kill people here." Chen Yu patted his shoulder.

Zhao Ping was startled, his tense nerves finally relaxing, but the sharp blades tucked between his fingertips were not put away.

He did not trust the people of Fusang, so no matter what time it was, he would maintain absolute vigilance.

Especially this group of people before him; they were not worthy of his trust either.

"Chen Yu, are you coming yourself, or shall we give you a hand?" Inoue took out a pair of handcuffs and said coldly.

"Do you really think you can catch me?" Chen Yu stared at Inoue, and he suddenly smiled.

"This is Fusang. If you dare to resist arrest, even Chuan Naizi cannot save you," Inoue warned.

"Heh, I think there is one thing you still haven't figured out." Chen Yu smiled slightly. "In front of me, the term 'resisting arrest' is inappropriate, because even if I killed all of you, I wouldn't have any sense of guilt."

As soon as Chen Yu's voice fell, Inoue's heart gave a violent jolt, sensing something was wrong. He turned his head and hissed at his subordinates: "Fire, fire immediately."

His subordinates had received special training and their reactions were not slow. At the same time he shouted, they quickly raised their hands and fired several shots at Chen Yu—bang, bang, bang.

However, after their bullets sprayed out of the gun barrels, the speed was strangely slow.

One could see several bullets moving slowly through the air in a bizarre fashion; one could even see the trajectories of the bullets.

And the speed of these bullets seemed to have been slowed down countless times, slowly approaching Chen Yu, while Chen Yu stood calmly on the spot, not moving at all.

The few men were dumbfounded. They raised their guns violently and kept pulling the triggers at Chen Yu, shell casings falling all over the ground.

But after all the bullets were fired, none could harm Chen Yu in the slightest. These bullets moved slowly, and after traveling for a period of time, they stopped completely on the spot, not moving at all.

"Can you not come up with any other means?" Chen Yu looked at the few people in front of him with a mocking face, his right hand reaching out and flicking slightly.

*Puff, puff. * Several bullets flew back in reverse. Accompanied by several screams, the people from the Special Action Group were hit in different parts of their bodies, such as their arms and thighs.

Only Inoue was left at the scene. He watched his teammates lying on the ground, wailing incessantly, and he was completely stunned.

"I said, the strength of you few cannot deal with me," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Even at the very least, you would have to invite Heavenly Child-level experts to take action, or Onmyoji; otherwise, it is meaningless."

"You, you dare to hurt our people." Inoue pointed at Chen Yu, trembling as he spoke.

"What, you fire your guns to hurt me, and I'm not allowed to fight back?" Chen Yu stared at Inoue and said, "Take your people and get lost. If there is a next time, the bullets won't just land on their arms and thighs so simply."

Helpless, Inoue had no choice but to take his people and leave.

"Let's go, to Chinatown." Chen Yu got into the car and said to Zhao Ping.

"Chen Yu, from now on you are my big brother. You were really too cool just now, cool beyond measure." Zhao Ping's emotions were incomparably agitated; even his hands holding the steering wheel began to tremble.

"Don't be so excited, you still have to drive." Chen Yu looked at him speechlessly.

"No, Chen Yu, no, Big Brother." Zhao Ping swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying his best to calm his mood down. "You don't know, they are the Special Action Group."

"Never heard of this department, but it seems they are quite formidable," Chen Yu said to himself.

"More than just formidable, they are the strongest special duty department in Fusang. Our colleagues who go on missions often deal with them, but we never gain any major advantage," Zhao Ping said excitedly. "Big Brother Chen, you didn't even move, yet you made them suffer injuries, and you were even holding back. If you hadn't held back, not one of these people would have been able to leave alive."

"It's not appropriate to kill people here right now," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "We are currently suffering from cyberbullying by Fusang keyboard warriors; if we kill a few more people, the consequences will be even more severe."

"The gunshot wounds just now are already a very serious incident," Zhao Ping said.

"It's different. The bullets were fired from their own guns. They were shooting at each other with guns; this has nothing to do with me, right? Did you see me move my hands or feet just now?" Chen Yu said with a straight face.

"That's true, shameless enough, I like it, hahaha." Zhao Ping laughed out loud. "But then again, these guys have always been arrogant; today they were beaten like this, I'm afraid they won't be embarrassed to speak of it, right?"

"That's the idea. Alright, let's go back to Chinatown first and see if there are any problems there," Chen Yu said.

"Alright, Big Brother, sit tight." Zhao Ping grinned and accelerated away.

Fengkong District, Temporary Laboratory.

Noda kept his body extremely low; his face was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Yamamoto Masao was in a fit of rage; he crumpled the experimental data in his hand into a ball and then smashed it fiercely onto the ground.

"Trash, all trash, not one is capable." Yamamoto Masao's face was extremely angry. Another day had been wasted, yet he still had no progress.

Now, for every second they waited, more people died, and the virus had already ushered in a massive outbreak period, soaring to three digits in a short time.

But the death toll announced by the authorities was still in the single digits. Everyone was trying their best to cover up the true death toll, and for now, the public reaction to the virus remained calm.