Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 630 - 571 Escape

Numerous chains instantly cleared all the machine guns. Li Ang slowly stood up, feeling slightly dizzy.

Control of the Elemental Material was not without cost; he felt as exhausted and hungry as if he hadn’t eaten or rested for a week. Even a live cow in front of him seemed tempting to bite into raw.

BUZZ! The naturally extended chains sensed danger and suddenly vibrated. Li Ang instinctively dodged to the side, pressing himself close to the armored vehicle’s door.

BANG!

The sniper rifle bullet missed his neck by a hair’s breadth, hitting the concrete road and leaving a clear crater.

Li Ang abruptly twisted his head toward the direction of the sound. A chain shot out from behind him, severing a lamppost and taking only the middle steel tube. Hefting it slightly, he hurled it like a javelin toward the rooftop.

A sniper, who had immediately repositioned after missing his shot, was running with his rifle on the rooftop. The steel tube, its momentum undiminished, pierced the concrete eaves and struck him, impaling his waist and leaving him dangling in mid-air.

With the last threat eliminated, Li Ang rubbed his throbbing, buzzing forehead and strolled to the rear of the vehicle.

The officers and others inside heard the footsteps, silently drew their pistols, and aimed at the rear door.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Several chains burst through the rear door and into the vehicle, piercing everyone’s shoulders and pinning them firmly to the inner wall. Their guns clattered to the floor.

RIP! The chains easily tore off the door as if opening a can.

Li Ang looked coldly at the people inside the vehicle, his gaze stopping on the SAT operative.

"You lied to me," Li Ang said slowly, controlling the chains to twist slightly. The operative turned pale with pain, nearly fainting.

The Sakura incense he had smelled after leaving the hotel and boarding the armored transport vehicle must have been some kind of anesthetic gas—the SAT operatives all wore masks and were therefore unaffected.

"I didn’t lie to you," the operative struggled to say. "The meteorite fall, the emergence of Superpower Users, the standoff between multiple nations—all of that is true!"

"Then what about the call from the embassy?"

Li Ang was unmoved. If the embassy had truly known his situation and made promises, the Japanese authorities likely wouldn’t have dared to treat him this way—anesthetized, strapped to a surgical table, with plans to remove his arm bones.

As expected, the SAT operative’s gaze flickered. He struggled to say, "That was the idea of the Metropolitan Police Department’s General Affairs Division. Your resume shows you’re a social elite, a graduate from a prestigious university; simple lies wouldn’t fool you. So, they needed a story that was mostly true, with a single lie woven in, to deceive you. The call from the embassy was faked by a Japanese-to-Chinese translator from the Police Department using a real embassy counselor’s name and phone number. The goal was to gain your trust and buy time for you to inhale the anesthetic gas."

So that was it. Li Ang pursed his lips. He had been too naive, too worried that the Elemental Material might endanger his life, making him susceptible to their lies. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Li Ang raised his hand. The chains picked up a Fragmentation Hand Grenade from a dead soldier’s body.

The SAT operative’s pupils dilated in terror. "Wait! What are you going to do?" he shouted.

The commanding officer stared intently at Li Ang, gritting his teeth. "The United States won’t let you go! To obtain something as unique as the Elemental Material inside you, they’d start a war if necessary! The power of a modern military is far beyond what a Superpower User like you can contend with!"

"Oh," Li Ang responded indifferently, retrieved the chains, tossed the fragmentation grenade into the vehicle, and then casually shut the door.

BOOM!

Flames and thick smoke erupted from the armored vehicle’s empty machine gun ports.

It was over, for the moment.

Li Ang turned. Drones were falling from the sky as the command and communications vehicle was destroyed. However, from the northwest, the sound of approaching armed helicopters grew louder.

They were quick...

Li Ang had no choice but to run south. He cut across the campus lawns and found a dormitory building. From under an awning on one of the balconies, he grabbed a set of clean clothes, pants, and shoes, changing out of his rough hospital gown.

Then, he walked off the campus and onto the street.

The earlier attack at Omotesando Station, located northwest of Keio University and only three kilometers away, had caused a complete traffic lockdown, which also affected this area.

Vehicles on the streets were at a standstill, horns blaring incessantly.

Li Ang blended into the crowd, hands in his jacket pockets, head down, walking forward silently.

Two AH-1 Cobra attack helicopters drew nearer, hovering over Keio University. Their searchlight beams swept back and forth, observing the aftermath of the battle.

US Army armored vehicles approached from all directions. Due to the traffic jam, some even rammed their way onto pedestrian paths, snapping lines of ornamental trees.

The firepower of the US Forces in Japan was far beyond what the Self-Defense Force could match: 20mm cannons, 25mm cannons, 105mm wheeled assault guns, and even 155mm howitzers.

Would a single hit turn a person into mincemeat?

Li Ang, along with the ordinary citizens around him, looked up at the US military parading through the streets.

These soldiers stormed into Keio University, coordinating with the AH-1 helicopters overhead, searching every corner of the campus.

Seeing such a "grand" spectacle, the surrounding pedestrians began to discuss anxiously. Young people took out their phones to record videos and upload them to social media. Meanwhile, older, middle-aged, and elderly people quickened their pace to leave the area. Even the congested vehicles on the street managed to inch forward a bit, and the blaring of horns diminished.

Taking advantage of the crowd’s distraction, Li Ang quickened his pace and slipped into a small stall selling tourist souvenirs. He casually picked up a baseball cap printed with a skull pattern, a pair of real sunglasses, and a beige scarf.

He put on the cap and sunglasses, wrapped the scarf around his lower face to ensure surveillance cameras couldn’t identify him, and then headed east.

The national embassy was to the northwest. Considering the US military had dared to drive armored vehicles into a crowded urban area, the officer’s claim that the United States would ’wage a war if necessary’ to obtain the Elemental Material was likely true. If things went as expected, the embassy was already under surveillance by Japanese or American authorities. Phone lines were probably bugged or even outright redirected—any calls would be answered not by embassy staff, but by someone playing a part, a repeat of the earlier deception. In other words, he couldn’t just rush into the embassy seeking his country’s protection; the reach of authority had its limits.

Li Ang walked on with his head bowed, pondering. The negative effects of overusing the Elemental Material were taking hold, and the hunger and exhaustion grew more intense.