Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

You only saw Sato Shintaro being shot, but you didn't see what Sato Shintaro did behind the scenes.

The murderer must have had some unusual experiences to be forced to resort to such means.”

"Meiji, do you sympathize with the murderer?"

"No, I never sympathize with those people. They are warriors, and warriors don't need sympathy. I respect them."

"Haha, that's a good point."

Nomura Manami smiled and didn't care whether the murderer was a warrior or an executioner.

She was just there for the fun.

Fenghuangin Meiji did not continue to talk about this topic, but chatted about some other things casually. Then she looked at the time on the wall, stopped chatting, and walked back to her seat.

"Qingze, do you know about the assassination of Sato Shintaro?"

“Of course I’ve seen the video that went viral on YouTube.”

Qingze stopped using his catalyst sensing ability.

When he had nothing to do, he liked to use this ability to listen to what students in other classrooms were saying.

All kinds of interesting student gossip can be heard from the desks within a one-kilometer radius.

The hottest topic among boys right now is the Sato stabbing case.

He was also a little surprised that the action against Durant went so smoothly.

“Tokyo is really dangerous right now.”

Phoenix Court Meiji glanced at him, and always felt that this sentence coming out of Qingze's mouth was a bit strange, "Are you scared?"

"Of course I'm scared. I'm just an ordinary high school student."

Qingze sighed.

Phoenix Court Beauty rolled her eyes and said, "Rather than being scared, your tone sounds more like you're gloating. Could it be related to you?"

"Meiji, I think you have extraordinary expectations of me. You actually think that such a big thing has something to do with me?"

Qingze's face was full of astonishment. "Let me emphasize again that I am just an ordinary high school student."

He decided to get Durant another submachine gun that night.

"Too."

Fenghuangyuan Meiji put away her doubts and said with gentle eyes: "Maybe I have too high expectations of you.

Fool."

It was a soft voice, and I didn't know who it was talking to.

Chapter 222 Traditional Craftsmanship

Shintaro Sato was taken to the hospital at 2:10.

At 5:03 p.m., he announced that the gunshot wound involved the heart, causing excessive blood loss and death.

At the same time, the Metropolitan Police Department also confirmed that the assassin was Rodrigo Durant, and the pistol he used was the P229 that the SAT unit reported lost.

How the P229 was lost and why it fell into Durant's hands are things that need to be clarified.

Before that, the Superintendent of Police had to lead a group of police inspectors out to bow.

If P229 had not caused the death of Shintaro Sato, it would not have had much to do with the Metropolitan Commissioner and he would not have needed to hold a press conference and bow.

But Shintaro Sato died from the P229 rifle lost by the SAT unit.

The Superintendent of Police must bow.

"…Red bean paste private Marseille!"

It was a very standard bowing posture, and the four words "uniform" were rigorously embodied at this moment.

The six people bowing looked like one person, without any flaws.

"We must arrest the murderer Durant as quickly as possible and bring him to justice for the sacrifice of Councillor Sato and the victims of the shrine incident!"

The Superintendent of Police said some more polite words, then left the press conference and returned to his office.

The apology on his face quickly gave way to anger. He threw the teacup, documents, and other items on the table to the ground. The crackling sound of the ground covered his roar. "I give you three days! Arrest Durant!"

"Please rest assured, Director, we will do our best!"

"I want people! People! If any of you dare to slack off, I will take off your hat. In three days, all of you must resign!"

These words are already very serious.

But the Superintendent of Police didn't think at all that what he said now could not be fulfilled.

Shintaro Sato is no unknown figure.

The future prime minister designated by the political circles and a supernova in the political arena.

After losing this candidate, it will not be easy for the Liberal Democratic Party to choose a more competitive prime ministerial candidate from within.

All previous resources were used to train Shintaro Sato.

Now there may be changes in the position of future prime minister.

If the Superintendent fails to bring the murderer to justice, he must resign.

Liberal Democratic Party lawmakers will replace the police chief with a more capable person.

If he is forced to resign, he will definitely force the people who have harmed him to resign as well.

"Hey, we must catch him!"

The police inspectors present answered in unison, knowing the answer in their hearts.

If I don't hurry up, I might be forced to resign.

……

The sound of sirens came from afar.

Qingze looked up and the voice seemed to come from two or three streets away.

"It's been really rough lately."

A gentle voice sounded.

Qingze glanced sideways and found that it was Mrs. Ishimura leaning against the iron gate of her house.

She was wearing a printed white dress, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes seemed to be able to squeeze out tears.

"Young man, would you like to come in and have a cup of ginseng tea?"

Mrs. Ishimura extended the invitation with a smile.

Qingze couldn't help his curiosity about her and used his ability of clairvoyance.

The thin dress disappears in an instant, and the two toys are very eye-catching.

The thighs are as white as white paper, and seem to have the same function as white paper, allowing people to practice calligraphy on them.

It can be said that she is worthy of being Mrs. Ishimura. In this regard, she never disappoints anyone.

"Need not."

Qingze shook his head, retracted his ability of perspective, and trotted towards Ayase's apartment.

Mrs. Ishimura's bell-like laughter came from behind.

He was very confused. Whether it was Mrs. Ishimura or Takahashi and the others, those women who did not take their innocence seriously were not as disgusting as they seemed in books or movies.

Perhaps it is that pure and kind appearance that can deceive men.

Qingze returned to the apartment, unlocked the door and shouted, "I'm back, Chiyo."

There was no response, and no one was seen in the kitchen. There was just a piece of white paper on the bar counter, with two ten-thousand-yuan bills pressed down by a teacup.

"I'm working overtime tonight, you can use this money to eat."

Chiyo's handwriting is beautiful and her painting skills are also quite good.

A smiley face was drawn below the words.

Qingze picked up two ten-thousand-yuan bills and fell into deep thought, wondering what he should eat tonight.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the Thai restaurant in Ayase Shopping Street.

……

The Thai hotpot was still delicious, but the waiter looked at him with a slightly strange look.

Qingze couldn't explain it, he just felt that the old man was a little weird.

"This bottle of green tea is free for you."

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

Qingze was a little confused. He never believed in free lunch.

Could this old guy have any special hobbies?

"Don't get me wrong, I think it's not easy for you either. Come back next time when you have time."

The old man's face was full of sincerity, with a hint of sadness between his brows.

His prediction still came true.

Even if such a woman may be confused by love for a while, she will not be confused for a lifetime and will eventually fall into the arms of a rich man.

That kind of beauty is not something an ordinary man can afford.

"Really...thank you very much, I will definitely come next time when I am free."

Qingze sighed in his heart that it was difficult to find good employees like the old man, who actually paid for his boss to attract repeat customers at his own expense.

Could it be that he actually opened this restaurant?

Being a waiter is just a hobby for the old man?

Qingze stepped out of the restaurant, thinking that the latter was very likely.

After dinner, he strolled on the street, looked around, tucked the green tea under his arm, and checked the messages on his phone.

All are read tags.

Now he sends messages to chat with people, and then he says he has something to do and ends the chat.

It’s too troublesome, forget it. Qingze decided to watch a short video for a while, and after a short rest, he started running.

Run to the small park.

Then start Dior's nightlife.

……

Night is coming.

Durant glanced out the window and heard sirens drifting from the distant street.

After five o'clock, the police from the Metropolitan Police Department drove around various districts of Tokyo in police cars as if they were not off work today.

Just strolling around is okay.

According to Durant's observation through a telescope.

The Metropolitan Police Department is conducting an orderly search for foreigners over 1.9 meters tall.

Whether they are from Africa or Europe and America, all of them will be questioned.

This is a time-consuming but effective method.

When the Metropolitan Police Department is operating at full capacity, the explosive power cannot be underestimated.

He saw a press conference saying that the Metropolitan Police Department would mobilize 60,000 police officers to set up a dragnet to catch the criminals.

The constant sound of sirens proved that the Superintendent of Police was not lying.

Durant felt like a bird watching the net tighten.

There is nothing but despair.