Chapter 235: Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherf*cker!

Chapter 235: Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherf*cker!

Ling Ling threw her head back and let out a wild, echoing laugh that completely defied the grim atmosphere of our upcoming infiltration. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!"

She flashed me a confident thumbs-up while her bright pink ranger suit gleamed under the harsh streetlights. I immediately raised my hand to my ear, pressing down hard on the comm-link button to connect with our support line.

"Lucy, tell God Squad to start the attack. Have them empty one magazine of ten fast shots each, reload, and empty one more right after we break inside. Once that chaos hits, order them to escape the area immediately."

[Orders sent Rick, good luck.]

Across the wide thoroughfare, the seventeenth floor of the thirty-story skyscraper facing the Tokyo Tower erupted into absolute violence. The massive glass panels spanning the entire level shattered outward all at once, raining sharp shards down into the night like a crystal waterfall.

Without even pausing to deploy their bi-pods, fifty elite members of the God Squad stepped into the open frame and leveled their heavy weapons. They unleashed a frantic, widespread magazine dump of ten rapid rounds each, completely saturating the asphalt below.

A devastating hail of five hundred massive fifty-caliber rounds rained unholy death straight upon the panicked Yakuza guards. The sheer kinetic force tore up the concrete and pulverized their defenses, throwing the entire defensive line into absolute misery and bloody confusion.

The engine of our armored van roared as I pushed the gas pedal straight to the floor, steering directly toward the scattered clusters of running guards. I glanced sideways at my partner, gripping the steering wheel tight as the speedometer needle climbed.

"I think you might want to use a bit of Chi for the entrance break-in, Ling'er. Just in case our momentum forcefully stops somehow when we hit the barrier."

She offered a sharp, understanding nod, her eyes narrowing behind her visor as she began circulating her internal energy. I immediately did the same, flushing a hot wave of raw Chi through my pathways until my muscles coiled with superhuman strength.

The world outside dissolved into a chaotic symphony of deafening metal impacts and heavy thuds as we crashed straight through the outer perimeter security. The Yakuza guards had already spotted the van accelerating at breakneck speeds and realized a lethal assault was underway, quickly ducking behind stone pillars for cover.

They opened fire with their handguns, sending a barrage of bullets that splintered the reinforced windshield into spiderweb patterns while I kept my foot heavy on the gas, running down the brave but foolish guards who tried to block our path.

Ling'er and I instinctively raised our left forearms to shield our only vulnerable spots, our groins and eyes, from the flying glass and stray projectiles, ducking our heads low against the dashboard. Several nine-millimeter rounds smacked directly into our torsos and legs, the impact thudding heavily penetrating our specialized outfits without piercing the flesh of our cultivator bodies.

A pair of loud pops echoed over the screech of the engine as two front tires blew out from concentrated gunfire, but the vehicle already had too much forward momentum. We slammed right into the entrance of the underground facility, and I violently over-steered to compensate for the flat rubber.

Blinding sparks illuminated the dark concrete walls as the bare metal rims scraped against the downward ramp, dragging us deep into the belly of the parking structure.

Behind us, a few surviving gunmen scrambled out onto the street level and raised their weapons to shoot into the tunnel, but they never got the chance.

Another coordinated rain of heavy caliber death from the God Squad caught them in the open, making short work of the remaining reinforcements before they could pin us down.

Up in the opposing skyscraper, my support group quickly gathered their gear and abandoned their firing nest to escape from the building, ruthlessly cutting down anyone who dared to compromise their retreat.

Deep inside the first level of the subterranean parking garage, Ling Ling pointed a gloved finger toward a wide, open clearing on the left side. "Park there and I will set the bomb, and you can play with the guards."

The moment the words left her lips, I yanked the emergency brake handle upward and sent the heavy van into a wild sideways skid. We slid to a smoking, screeching halt as the ruined front axle ground against the floor, rendering the vehicle completely unrideable for any future escape.

A pair of deafening explosions echoed through the garage as we both channeled our raw Chi and kicked outward, bypassing the door handles entirely to send the heavy metal doors flying off their hinges. The reinforced doors rocketed straight into the oncoming groups of Yakuza guards, scattering them like a perfect strike in a game of bowling as they crashed into the concrete.

I drew the legendary blade of Hanzo in one fluid motion, the cold steel whispering as it cleared the scabbard while I rushed the flustered survivors.

With my left hand, I plucked a flash-bang grenade from my chest rig and hurled it directly into the center of their formation to shatter their coordination.

The grenade detonated in a blinding flash of white light and a concussive boom that left the guards completely incapacitated. They screamed out in agonizing pain, clutching their ruined eyes as I tore into their midst like a whirlwind.

My sword carved through flesh and bone without distinction, bisecting both the men and women who raised weapons against us while Ling Ling moved with terrifying efficiency at the back of the van. With a single explosive tug, she ripped the rear doors completely off the chassis and hurled them like giant throwing stars, crushing a couple of approaching combatants instantly.

She reached into the storage compartment, tearing away the heavy bulletproofing material with her bare hands to expose the core of our explosive device. Her fingers flew across the control panel, punching in the coordinates and locking the countdown timer for exactly five minutes.

"Time to go Hanzo, these bullets stuck in my suit are chafing my tits!" she yelled over the lingering gunfire.

I tried my best to maintain a serious expression and keep my battlefield focus, but the vivid mental image of flattened nine-millimeter slugs lodged firmly against her tight cleavage made me let out an amused smile. I gave her a firm nod, pivoting on my heel as the two of us began bounding toward the main facility entrance.

Our path was instantly blocked as the heavy metal doors of the stairwell burst open, revealing a reinforcement squad of six martial arts Masters who had rushed down because the elevators were disabled.

One of the lead Masters caught sight of our advancing forms and immediately pulled a fragmentation grenade from his belt, cooking it for a split second before launching it straight at our faces. My mind calculated the trajectory instantly, knowing standard grenades operated on a strict four-second fuse, which left zero room to catch and return it.

Instead, I snapped my wrist back and whipped a heavy steel Ninja Star directly at the incoming projectile, hitting it dead center with enough superhuman strength to deflect it deep into the rows of parked cars.

Boom~ The grenade detonated with a thunderous roar, sending a shower of fire, shrapnel, and shattered glass across the entire level. All six of the enemy Masters dove headfirst behind the nearest vehicles to shield themselves from the blast wave, temporarily halting their advance.

Ling Ling paused beside me, her breathing slightly heavy as she monitored her internal energy pathways. "My Chi is running low, so I will sprint, deal with them and meet me up top."

I nodded to let her know she could break formation, remaining completely silent in accordance with the strict discipline of the shadow arts. She exploded forward with a burst of speed that rivaled a hunting cheetah, leaving the recovering Masters completely stupefied as they watched a Pink Ranger rocket up the exit ramp faster than a sports car.

A wide grin spread across my face as my eyes locked onto a bright red Smart Car parked directly to my right. I lunged forward and drove my fingers straight into the front bumper, piercing the metal framework with my Chi-infused hands to secure an unbreakable grip.

With a mighty heave, I lifted the entire vehicle above my head like a giant metal club and charged straight at the terrified Masters, whose minds completely fractured at the impossible sight of a man wielding an automobile.

The garage filled with the horrific sound of crushing metal and breaking bones as I spun the entire hunk of machinery horizontally, following up with devastating overhead strikes that smashed through their defenses. The extreme violence of the impacts finally caused the chassis to snap apart, sending the largest remaining chunk of the vehicle flying down the empty elevator shaft.

I managed to completely crush three of the Masters beneath the weight of the Smart Car before the pressure became too much for the survivors to handle. Two of them turned tail and scrambled up the stairwell, while the final master fled deeper into the subterranean levels to escape the absolute insanity.

I was having so much fun breaking their ranks that the sheer adrenaline caused me to lose track of our strict timeline, until a sharp, urgent voice cut directly through my earpiece. [Are you out? The Bomb is going off in only one minute! I do not see your GPS outside the building?]

"FUCK!" I dropped the remaining scrap metal and bolted up the exit ramp, channeling every single ounce of my remaining Chi to replicate the insane speed Ling Ling had used just moments before. I burst out onto the Tokyo streets and leaped across the wide pavement toward her position, but the countdown hit zero before I could clear the blast zone.

BOOOOOM~! An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the underground parking garage, tearing the concrete structure apart and releasing a concussive shockwave that blew me completely off my feet. The force launched my body through the air like a ragdoll, sending me crashing straight through a second-story window of the commercial building across the street.

Even with my internal Chi actively shielding my organs from the trauma, the sheer vibration of the blast wave left my head ringing and my vision swimming in absolute disorientation. I blinked rapidly through the dust, barely able to make out the distinct shape of a Pink Ranger standing over me and speaking words I couldn't quite hear.

Before I could struggle to my feet, I felt myself being hoisted into the air and held tight against a soft chest, completely immobilized as Ling'er carried me away in a clean princess carry.

Two full blocks away from the burning ruins of the facility, she finally slipped into a dark corridor and set me down onto the pavement. The entire back of my black ninja outfit had been burned and shredded into absolute tatters by the heat of the explosion.

Ling'er looked down at me, crossing her arms over her chest as a knowing smirk played on her lips. "Let me guess, you were having so much fun you forgot about the bomb?"

I extended my arms and picked her up in a swift motion, adjusting her weight against my shoulder since her internal Chi reserves were completely depleted while mine were still circulating. I broke into an inhuman sprint to carry us far away from the arriving emergency services, keeping my voice low as we darted through the shadows. "No, I thought you set it for five minutes, and I guess I was counting wrong, but I am fine, cough."

As we moved at rapid speeds through the pitch-black backstreets, I couldn't help but feel the heavy, continuous jiggling of Ling'er's breasts pressing firmly against my chest with every stride we took. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I navigated the alleys, silently reflecting on the fact that superheroes certainly led highly interesting lives.

A few blocks further out, just as the very last reserves of my active Chi began to fade from my muscles, I veered into a deeply recessed, unlit alleyway and finally set her back on her feet.

We immediately tore off our ruined ranger and ninja suits and specialized gear, stuffing every single scrap of incriminating fabric into a large metal trash can that had been pre-staged with potent acid to dissolve the evidence. I knew my loyal Fire Birds group would arrive later under the cover of night to safely remove and dispose of the chemical bath.

A sleek black motorcycle had been hidden behind the bins for our escape, alongside a fresh bundle of ordinary civilian clothing consisting of dark trousers, a pair of traditional yukata, and a formal kimono. The two of us quickly donned the fresh garments, stepping close to carefully smooth down each other's black hair and fix our disheveled appearance.

She stepped into my space with a beautiful, sultry smile, her eyes locked onto mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "This was a fun date, my husband. Now, when we get back, take care of your little wife, and then take care of me. I need some Chi, baby~!"

Our lips met in a deep, burning kiss that made the chaos of the city completely melt away into the background. We held each other tightly in the darkness, the passion rising so quickly that we almost ended up having full sex right there against the brick wall before sanity finally prevailed.

We reluctantly broke the embrace, breathing heavily as we climbed onto the seat of the black motorcycle and kicked the engine to life. The distant wail of police sirens began to echo across every major district of Tokyo, serving as a harsh reminder that we needed to return to our alibi immediately.

Using the exact same infiltration route I had mapped out the night I took Hanzo's life, we quietly navigated the motorcycle into the hidden sector of the Hilton hotel. I instructed Ling'er to wrap her arms securely around my neck, anchoring her weight against my back as I reached out and gripped the exterior structure.

Using my raw physical strength, I scaled the towering wall of the building frame by frame until we reached the ledge of our pre-opened suite window. We slipped over the sill and stepped onto the plush carpet, safely inside our room without a single soul realizing we had ever left.

Once inside, I locked the heavy glass window tight to seal out the distant sirens and stepped directly into the living room. Ning was sitting on the plush sofa, her eyes glued to her laptop screen as she monitored the breaking news feeds from across the city.

The moment she noticed our entrance, a relieved smile broke across her face, though her eyes remained sharp and analytical. "Are you two alright? Any issues?"

She closed her laptop half-way and walked straight over to stand directly in front of me, her gaze sweeping down to examine my posture for injuries.

Suddenly, her nostrils flared, and she leaned in close to take a sharp sniff before twisting her features into a deep frown.

"What is wrong?" I asked, shifting my weight slightly under her intense scrutiny.

"You smell strongly of motor oil, particularly on your hands, and your hair smells like explosives?" she noted, her voice dripping with suspicion.

I stared at her in disbelief, wondering if she secretly possessed the hypersensitive nose of a trained hound. There was absolutely no way I could look her in the eye and explain that the industrial scent came from using a bright red Smart Car as a giant metal baseball bat against enemy Masters.

"Oh, the oil is from rolling on the ground with cars that got shot up, and the explosives were from the dust cloud of the building, yup," I lied smoothly, offering a casual shrug to downplay the chaos.

Her deep blue eyes locked onto mine with a piercing glare that told me she knew I was completely full of it, but she simply snorted in amusement instead of pressing for details. She turned her attention to Ling'er, her voice shifting into a commanding yet playful tone. "Could you please shower him, and in an hour send him to sleep with me, please. I will wait for you Rick, goodnight Ling Ling..."

With a subtle toss of her head and a clear stroke of playful attitude, she spun around on her heel and disappeared into the master bedroom.

Ling'er let out a soft, wicked chuckle, her grey-blue eyes flashing with pure mischief as she watched the bedroom door click shut. "Let's go, she just gave me time to clean and dirty you, ha-ha. She is so dishonest. Come Rick, you do stink, Ufufu."

She wrapped her arm securely around mine and began leading me toward the steamy bathroom for a thorough wash and a round of intense, Chi-restoring sex, but she paused at the threshold to drop one more fascinating piece of information.

"Oh, and by the time we get back to Star City, Sam will be arrested for his recent sex crimes with the women in Black State. He won't be getting out of jail for a very, very long time. One of the Shadows will be claiming rape as well, so he is done for. So how will you console this pregnant newly divorced woman, Rick?"

A brutal grin spread across my face as the full weight of Sam's incoming downfall washed over me. I reached down and scooped my lovable, beautifully chaotic small woman up into my arms, lifting her off the tile floor with a loud laugh. "If I did not hate the kid, I would almost pity Sam. But, I think some sex will get me over it, ha-ha!"

With those words, the final curtains of the historic day the Tokyo Tower fell came to a definitive close. Ling'er, Ning'er, and I remained secluded in the luxury hotel for a few more days, turning our remaining time in Japan into an extended, passion-filled honeymoon before the calendar forced us to travel back home to Star City.

The brief moments of peace were sweet, but the underlying tension never truly left my blood. Soon, I would face the corrupt Li family in open warfare, and finally put a permanent, bloody end to their many years of targeted familicide against my bloodline.