Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

No matter how advanced his makeup skills are, it is impossible to change his height.

There are people in the world who, through special training, can shorten their bones, thereby affecting their height.

But that has nothing to do with Durant.

He won't.

Durant wiped the P229 in his hand for an unknown number of times and looked at the time again. If he didn't go out, he would miss the meeting with Dio in Shinjuku.

If he goes out, with his height, he will easily be questioned by people from the Metropolitan Police Department.

He looked at the P229 in his hand and decided to take the risk and give it a try.

Durant stood up and made his makeup as close to Asian style as possible.

It’s just that the face shape is difficult to change.

He had to try to put on some soft makeup and a wig to make himself look closer to Japanese.

After putting on makeup, Durant left the secret base.

This is the CIA's safe house. Apart from Jack and John, no one else knows about it. It is very secretive.

This can be considered as indirect help provided by the CIA.

Without any help, it would be impossible for Durant to hide in Japan.

Japan's underground world and the right wing are deeply connected and cannot be hidden.

……

In order to avoid the crowds as much as possible, Durant took a taxi directly to Kabukicho 1-chome in Shinjuku.

The taxi driver had no doubts about his appearance as long as the banknotes were real.

It doesn't matter what the guests look like.

Along the way, Durant was nervous and brushed shoulders with police cars several times, fearing that his taxi would be stopped by them.

As they were about to reach Kabukicho, the thing he worried about happened.

"Excuse me, please pull over for a routine inspection."

"It's really troublesome."

The driver muttered something and pulled the car over reluctantly.

Durant's heart was pounding, and he held the gun in his hand. If the situation was not right, he would kill the person and run away immediately.

He must not be caught back.

The police officer in charge of the inspection didn't know that he had one foot in the door of hell. He knocked on the car window and said, "Excuse me, can you please talk for a moment?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

The driver replied impatiently.

The police turned their attention to Durant.

"Don't delay my time of enjoyment."

As an agent, Durant is fluent in eight languages.

His Japanese is more standard than that of ordinary Japanese people.

But in previous actions, Durant always used Japanese or English with an accent, just to avoid being questioned by using fluent language while putting on makeup.

"Sorry, let's go."

The police waved his hands. The task assigned to them was to detain and interrogate those who were over 1.9 meters tall and whose accents did not sound Japanese.

If the other person doesn't have an accent, there's no need to question them too much.

Although the above requirements are very strict, be sure to question every suspicious person in detail.

But for the police below, such a request is obviously unrealistic.

There are quite a few over 1.9-meter-tall men in Tokyo. Are you tired of interrogating them one by one?

Besides, their attitude towards arresting Durant is often indifferent.

They were not the ones who were dismissed.

It would be better to say that if the Superintendent of Police or the Superintendent of Police were dismissed, they would celebrate by drinking beer and cursing that they deserved it.

"This car is not suspicious, go check the next taxi."

The police walked away.

Durant's pounding heart calmed down and his hand quietly moved away from the gun handle.

The driver was still there complaining: "Those tax thieves are so incompetent, they can't catch the murderer so they make trouble for us ordinary people.

A bunch of trash."

"You're right."

Durant agreed, saying that the colorful streets of Kabukicho could already be seen from here.

Among the people passing by, there were also people in police uniforms.

His heart became calm, and this was the standard of the interrogation.

I worried for nothing before.

Durant couldn't help but look forward to meeting Dio.

PS: Thanks to the reward from the banana behind

Chapter 223 Crazy Wild Dog

Shinjuku, Kabukicho, 1-chome.

Inside the box of paradise on earth.

It is said that the magic tablets that have no side effects on the human body are stuffed into the incense burner. Under the high temperature, wisps of smoke are exhaled from the dragon's mouth.

Anyone who smells this smoke will feel refreshed.

The specific reasons are known to those who understand, and Sumitomo Jiro does not want to investigate whether there are really no side effects.

He just wanted to enjoy himself.

"Son, you are so bad~"

Two mature women, who were a dozen years older than him, whispered in his ears.

They knew very well the interests of this young master.

Just one shout like this can make this person extremely excited.

Sumitomo Jiro looked up, immersed in this illusory feeling of pleasure.

"Asshole, who told you to touch this pendant!"

The sudden roar somewhat dissipated the warm atmosphere in the box.

Sumitomo Jiro glanced sideways and saw that the bodyguard he had hired at a high price was full of anger. He pressed the woman's right hand directly on the table, then took out a fruit knife and nailed it directly into the table.

"what!"

The young girl serving drinks screamed and was hit hard on the head by a wine bottle.

Normally, it is difficult to smash a wine bottle like in the movies, but the man's strength was obviously beyond that of an ordinary person, and he smashed the bottle with a loud snap.

The broken wine bottle and the blood flowing from the forehead appeared in everyone's eyes, but did not cause any surprise or panic.

Under the influence of the smoke, everyone's minds have become extremely numb, and they are indifferent to anything that happens to them.

Not to mention outsiders.

The beaten girl showed a trace of pain on her face, but the pain disappeared after she took several puffs of smoke.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

The girl apologized in a low voice, then vomited on the table, feeling dizzy.

"This is your sin! This pendant contains a photo of my grandfather.

He is an upright, idealistic man who is determined to change this country.

With your dirty hands that have touched countless men's anuses, don't touch this pendant!"

The more the man talked, the more excited he became.

Sumitomo Jiro said slowly: "Kintaro, why are you angry with that woman?

If you don't like her, kill her.

I'll take care of it for you."

Upon hearing this, Kintaro stabbed the woman's aorta with the broken beer bottle in his hand. Bright red blood gushed out from the bottle and landed on the table.

Even after seeing this scene, the woman in the box did not show any shock or fear.

They were calm and lazily leaned on the men's shoulders, watching their colleague lose his life bit by bit with unfocused pupils.

"Master Sumitomo, I'm going to go out and get some fresh air first."

Kintaro's good mood was ruined.

His body was exceptionally strong and he had a strong resistance to smoke. The smoke did not make him lose his mind, but instead made him hate this place.

Kintaro felt like every moment he spent here was against his grandfather's teachings.

But he has been disobeying for a long time.

From the age of seventeen until now.

Thirteen years passed.

The path he took was completely opposite to what his grandfather expected.

Whenever he thought about this, Kintaro would become extremely irritable and violent.

"You go out."

Sumitomo Jiro waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Seeing Kintaro leaving the box, another person said, "Stray dog ​​really doesn't know how to experience good things."

Sumitomo Jiro leaned back and said slowly, "It doesn't matter. Wild dogs just need to be strong and obedient to be fine."

"Tokyo has been a bit uneasy lately. Will his departure put us in danger?"

"It doesn't matter, he knows where to stand and won't go too far."

Sumitomo Jiro is not worried about this, nor does he want to worry about those.

The purpose of inhaling these fumes is to avoid fear.

The death of his eldest brother, the death of his grandfather, and the unusual actions of the six major financial groups all hinted that his father was hiding something from him.

He didn't know what exactly happened, he just knew it was related to a man named Dio.

Was it Dio who killed Grandpa and eldest brother?

I do not know.

Sumitomo Jiro didn't want to think about those complicated things. He took a deep breath of smoke to calm his mind.

……

On the bustling streets of Kabukicho, Durant did not choose to stay in one place.

A large number of police officers were patrolling the streets, and if he stood in one place for a long time with his height, he would easily be questioned.

He had to keep moving around, pretending to be choosing a brothel he wanted to enter.

But his real intention was to find Dio.

Based on previous experience, Dio is likely to emerge from the shadows.

His real focus was on the alleys.

When Durant was doubting that Dio would not show up tonight, a tall figure stood in the alley between two buildings and hooked his finger at him.