135: Chapter 135 A clean getaway, concealing merit and fame

The blockade at Haneda Airport was drawn even tighter than a national border.

Police lights dyed half the night sky a piercing red and blue. Countless police cars and armored riot vehicles, like a pack of sharks smelling blood, were deadlocked at the entrance to the private apron.

Even Self-Defense Force attack helicopters circled overhead, their searchlight beams sweeping anxiously across the ground.

The entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had gone mad.

A massive blackout in Ginza, the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu building blown into ruins—casualties were unknown, and losses were immeasurable.

This was the most severe 'terrorist attack' Tokyo had suffered since World War II.

And the primary suspect was currently sitting inside that bulletproof Rolls-Royce, grandly demanding to take off.

"Stop the car! Kill the engine immediately!"

The Section Chief of the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department held a megaphone, his face twisted in a snarl as he blocked the convoy. "Everyone in the car, get out! Hands behind your heads! Or we will open fire!"

Hundreds of SWAT officers raised their guns simultaneously.

The dark muzzles formed a forest of steel.

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, the window slowly rolled down halfway.

Chen Yuan sat inside.

He still held that unfinished glass of red wine in his hand.

He looked at the police outside who were acting as if facing a formidable foe, not even bothering to take off his sunglasses.

"So noisy."

He picked at his ear and turned to look at Alice.

"Tell them I'm in a hurry. If they delay my return to America for breakfast, they will bear the consequences."

Alice nodded.

She pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Facing hundreds of automatic rifles pointed at her head, there wasn't a single ripple of emotion on the blonde woman's face.

She pulled a dark red credential from her coat, along with a diplomatic letter sealed with the British Royal Family's wax seal.

"Look closely."

Alice held the credential up to the Section Chief's face, her voice cold as ice.

"The person sitting in this car is a hereditary Baron of the British Empire, the Chairman of the Umbrella Corporation, and... The Pentagon's specially appointed Senior Defense Consultant, Mr. Chen Yuan."

"According to the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations, as well as the special supplementary clauses of the U.S.-Japan Security Treaty."

"You have no right to search, no right to detain, and even less right to..."

Alice paused, her eyes sweeping contemptuously over the gun muzzles.

"...point these firesticks at a nobleman."

The Section Chief was stunned.

He looked at the embossed seal on the document, his hands trembling.

British nobility? American Defense Consultant?

What kind of god-tier stacking of buffs was this?

"But... but he is a major suspect! The explosion at the Mitsubishi Building..."

"Where is the evidence?"

Alice interrupted him coldly. "Do you have evidence? Do you have video footage? Or do you have witnesses?"

"If not, then this is slander."

"Mr. Chen only came to Tokyo for a pleasant business inspection. Now, he is tired and wants to go home."

"Move aside."

Those last two words carried an unquestionable murderous intent.

The Section Chief's face turned the color of pig liver.

He knew he couldn't stop them.

Without evidence, and with the other party protected by such terrifying identities, forcible detention would only trigger a serious diplomatic incident.

"Baka..."

He gritted his teeth and waved his hand fiercely.

"Let them through!"

The encirclement reluctantly split open a gap.

The Rolls-Royce restarted.

Chen Yuan sat in the car, looking at the Japanese police officers outside who were full of humiliation yet helpless; a mocking arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his wine glass and made a 'cheers' gesture to the Section Chief.

"Arigato (Thank you)."

This 'thank you' was more hurtful than the bomb from earlier.

Ten minutes later.

The gulfstream g650 roared into the sky.

Chen Yuan stood by the porthole, looking down at the brightly lit city beneath him.

From high above,

the smoking pit in Chiyoda Ward looked like an ugly scar on the face of the city.

That was the mark he left behind.

It was also a tombstone set for all those who coveted him.

"Is this the so-called 'Yamato Spirit'?"

Chen Yuan shook his head contemptuously. "They can't even keep a single dragon from crossing the river, yet they want to dominate Asia?"

He pulled down the window shade, isolating himself from the outside world.

"Boss, these are the items brought out from the vault."

Alice placed the black hard drive and the yellowed notebook on the table.

Chen Yuan sat down, put on white gloves, and flipped open the notebook.

Amaterasu Project: Final Chapter》.

As the pages turned, a wicked history buried for twenty years finally unfolded completely before him.

It turned out,

Fujiwara Shin hadn't failed back then.

He had succeeded.

But what he created wasn't a 'perfect human,' but a... monster.

"Genetic Lock."

Chen Yuan pointed to a line of Japanese in the notebook, his expression solemn.

"They wanted to rewrite human genes to create a 'Super Soldier' that could be controlled via brainwaves."

"And my mother..."

Chen Yuan's finger stopped on a photograph.

In the photo, his young mother wore a lab coat, looking at the contents of a petri dish with eyes full of horror.

"She was the only one who discovered the vulnerability in the Genetic Lock."

"That vulnerability could allow the controlled Super Soldiers to... awaken self-awareness."

"That is why they had to kill her."

Chen Yuan closed the notebook and took a deep breath.

The hostility suppressed in his heart for many years had been vented quite a bit by that explosion, but seeing these truths now still made him feel a pang of heart palpitations.

"Although the Fujiwara Family is destroyed, that 'monster'..."

Chen Yuan looked at the hard drive.

"Natasha said that the 'Progenitor' Fujiwara Shin created back then didn't die."

"It disappeared."

"Or rather, it has been hiding in some corner of the world, waiting to be awakened."

"Interesting."

Chen Yuan tucked the hard drive into his inner pocket, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually turning into the excitement of a hunter.

"It seems this game of chess is even bigger than I imagined."

"But it doesn't matter."

He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"No matter what kind of monster it is, as long as it dares to block my path."

"I'll stuff it into a Tyrant's belly."

The plane crossed the Pacific, chasing the dawn.

More than ten hours later.

When the first ray of sunlight spilled onto the lawn of Elysium Manor, Chen Yuan finally returned to his territory.

The wind of San Verde still carried that familiar, reassuring heat.

"Boss! You're finally back!"

Victor stood at the manor entrance. Seeing Chen Yuan get out of the car, he immediately came forward to meet him.

But the expression on his face was somewhat strange.

It wasn't the joy of a long-awaited reunion, but a kind of... hesitant awkwardness, even carrying a hint of schadenfreude as if watching a good show.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Yuan threw his coat to Alice, unbuttoning his cuffs as he walked inside. "Is the company bankrupt? Or has someone come to deliver their head again?"

"No... no."

Victor wiped his sweat and followed behind Chen Yuan, his small steps moving very fast.

"It's... it's at home."

"Home?" Chen Yuan paused.

"After you left, a... special guest arrived at the manor."

Victor pointed toward the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, lowering his voice as if telling a huge secret:

"It's a woman."

"And... she is very, very impolite."

"She didn't just drive away your Hollywood little lovers, she even ordered the Tyrant to carry her luggage for her, and even..."

Victor swallowed, glancing at Chen Yuan cautiously.

"She even had the kitchen make her a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, saying... if the taste wasn't right, she'd feed the chef to the dogs."

Chen Yuan was stunned.

Drove away Jessica? Commanded a Tyrant? And wants to eat a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast?

Where did this ancestor come from?

"Who is she?" Chen Yuan frowned.

"I don't know." Victor shook his head. "She refused to give her name, only said..."

"Said what?"

"She said she's a runaway."

Victor's expression became even more peculiar, as if he were holding back a laugh but didn't dare to.

"She said she came to find you... to take her in."