Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

"Hojo Tetsuji."

He answered truthfully.

Mark pointed to the barbecue restaurant next door and said, "When it's the turn of the group of black-haired men to enter the store, let our duel begin."

"You are such a nagging fellow. If you want to fight, do it quickly. I have to hurry to buy milk tea."

Hojo Tetsuji was very impatient with Mark's delay and looked at the Arab's store.

Qingze has already queued up and is buying a burrito.

He didn't want to wait any longer, so he strode forward.

Mark sighed, saying that Japanese people just don't understand romance at all.

Whether it is fighting or coaxing girls, everything must have a sense of ritual to increase the romantic atmosphere.

A stand without a sense of ceremony is not romantic at all.

Having said that, if Hojo Tetsuji took the initiative to attack, Mark would not wait obediently for the designated time to arrive.

As soon as he saw Hojo Tetsuji step into the attack range, Mark showed his agility, went straight to the left, and swung a powerful right hook.

Marco is good at boxing.

As an elite member of MI6, martial arts is a compulsory course, and he chose boxing and Muay Thai as electives.

In the ring, he might not be able to beat the world boxing champion due to the restrictions of the rules.

But if he walked to the ring and fought one-on-one, he was absolutely sure that he could beat the boxing champion to death with his bare hands, and it wouldn't even take more than a minute.

This is Mark's fighting ability.

Considering that the conflict between him and his opponent was not serious, Mark did not use his full strength in this punch. At most, he gave his opponent a slight concussion and taught him a lesson.

……

boom!

When Mark's fist landed on Hojo Tetsuji's chin, he realized something was wrong and quickly retreated three steps away to a safe distance, as agile as a frightened cat.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes. What was going on?

The fist hitting Hojo Tetsuji's chin did not feel like hitting a human body at all, but rather like hitting the surface of tempered steel.

This seemingly low-class gangster actually possesses a physique and muscle strength beyond that of an ordinary person.

Hojo Tetsuji is no ordinary person.

Is this guy here for Dio's bounty as well?

Mark's eyes flashed with contemplation, and he even suspected in his heart whether this incident was deliberately set up by someone.

This was not an overthinking on his part. MI6 was very good at creating a series of coincidences.

When people die, they think it was an accident and never imagine that someone is secretly controlling everything.

A person you meet by chance, a vase that you accidentally drop, a car that you turn to avoid water being thrown by a shopkeeper, and so on.

Mark carefully planned many accidents, so he never believed in so-called coincidences.

Was this encounter also deliberately planned by someone? Could it be someone from some intelligence agency?

Who is hiding in the dark?

Mark quickly scanned the crowd on the street, his heart sinking. His arrival should be confidential. Could it be that someone from the CIA was dissatisfied with MI6's interference?

This cannot be blamed on them. Although they are part of the Five Eyes Alliance, the CIA does not give MI6 any face in some aspects.

The wild criminals who blasphemed the king must be brought to justice.

Even if you join the CIA you will die!

"You bastard!"

Hojo Tetsuji was a little annoyed. He was annoyed at Mark's attack, which obviously retained some strength, and his distracted performance afterwards.

Make him feel that he is looked down upon by the other party.

"Tetsuji, what are you doing here?"

"Qingze, go buy two cups of milk tea. Although I have no interest in this guy, he took the initiative to come to my house to provoke me.

As a man, I cannot avoid fighting."

Hojo Tetsuji's words brought Mark back to his senses, and he opened his mouth to say that it was all a misunderstanding.

To him in MI6, face is like a brick on the ground that can be stepped on as many times as you like.

Hojo Tetsuji didn't give him a chance to explain. He kicked his feet and pounced out like a tiger from the darkness.

A fierce wind blew in his face. Mark, who was proficient in martial arts, could see that this man had never learned any martial arts and was simply a practical fighter.

However, when it comes to actual combat, this man is definitely one of the best, just like a lion's hunting instinct engraved in his body.

This man's body is also imprinted with the instinct for fighting, and he is a natural fighter.

Mark gave up defending himself. With such a short time and distance, he didn't want to think about how to resist, but instead defended himself. He would be knocked out by the opponent in an instant.

Relying on his flexible steps, he created a certain distance between himself and the opponent, then used his left foot as a fulcrum and kicked out with his right foot towards the opponent's waist.

It is a universally acknowledged fact that feet are stronger than hands.

Most people cannot answer how much bigger it is.

Mark is aware of the difference in strength between his hands and feet.

His full punch is 2400 pounds.

The feet are three times stronger than the hands.

His control over the power of his feet was also very good. With one kick, he could split thirty layers of tiles into pieces. They were not shattered into pieces, but rather like a knife, directly splitting from top to bottom, leaving a crack in the same place.

After he discovered that Hojo Tetsuji was not an ordinary person, he quickly became serious.

The kick hit Hojo Tetsuji's side accurately.

Won? !

The thoughts in Mark's mind were shattered by the surging force of the shock, and his entire right leg went numb.

"good."

Hojo Tetsuji didn't retreat a single step, nor did he make any fancy moves. He just punched Mark in the chest with a right straight punch.

boom!

Mark was like being hit by a large truck. He flew into the air, rolled several times, and landed on a store sign six meters away.

With a crackling sound, the colorful lights wrapped around the sign were pulled off, and Mark's eyes rolled back, as if they were embedded in the sign.

"Hey, did you see that?"

"That guy actually knocked someone several meters away. Isn't this a movie?"

Everyone present was shocked.

This kind of scene of knocking someone flying with one punch was usually only seen in movies.

The patrolman who was originally called over by the woman turned around and left silently, pretending not to see anything.

Ordinary people don’t realize how chaotic Tokyo is, but as patrol officers, they know it very well.

Yesterday, a patrolman was admitted to the ICU ward because he was involved in a fight between those guys.

As for the criminal, no action was taken against him.

"Tetsuji, is that guy dead?"

"No, I'll control my strength and just stay in the hospital for a few months."

"Oh, what kind of milk tea do you want?"

"Pearl milk tea."

Listening to the calm conversation between the two people, the women and the shop assistants around them all felt it was magical.

Is it such a small matter to beat someone up and put them in the hospital for several months?

……

After walking around with Hojo Tetsuji, Qingze returned to Ayase's apartment, opened the door and said, "Chiyo, I'm back."

The kitchen bar has been set up for today's dinner, including stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, stewed chicken with mushrooms, scrambled eggs with leeks, and stir-fried cabbage with peppers.

Chiyo Morimoto untied her white apron and said, "You're back at the perfect time, wash your hands and eat."

Qingze glanced at her and said in surprise: "Chiyo, you seem to be in a particularly good mood today."

"Can you tell?"

Chiyo Morimoto asked back.

Qingze nodded and said, "Of course I can see it. You just acted on purpose for me to see."

"Smart, I'll give you a chicken drumstick as a reward."

Chiyo Morimoto picked up the chicken leg and put it into Aozawa's bowl.

Sometimes she would not hide her expression, but would deliberately reveal a little to see if Qingze could notice.

If you fail to discover it, you will naturally be ridiculed implicitly.

"You always like to do these little tricks."

"That being said, my compliments must have made you happy. It's a great way to add to the fun."

Chiyo Morimoto smiled and said that if you want to make life full of surprises, you need to interact from time to time, both physically and spiritually.

The idea that you can keep a man by using your body is very superficial.

Men are greedy and always want more.

If women cannot keep up in time, it is easy for their lives to become dull.

"Did anything good happen today?"

“I met a group of very cute girls.”

"Is this something to be happy about?"

Chiyo Morimoto glanced at him and smiled, “Of course, life has become a little more interesting.

Let’s not talk about that and eat.”

Chapter 253 Monday Morning

The next day, Chiyo Morimoto left home on time.

There will be no holiday this weekend, and Shinjuku Station will need someone to monitor it. Some places with large crowds of people, or important places such as the Prime Minister's Residence, will need someone to keep an eye on them.

There is no other way but to take this stupid approach of waiting and seeing.

According to the task force's inference, Tritium should have died together with TEPCO's senior executives, but a small chance of survival cannot be ruled out.

The lack of movement may very well mean that he needs to rest and recuperate after using his superpowers last time.

Since this may not be able to be extinguished, they still have to continue to be on guard at Shinjuku Station under the idea that Tritium is not dead.

It is not easy to let ordinary people interfere in these matters, so only the task force members can help keep an eye on the scene.

When manpower was so needed, Chiyoko Morimoto was too embarrassed to ask to be left alone to rest.

There are human relationships everywhere in society.

In the emotionless Ayase Police Station, she can force her superiors to give her legal off-duty time and vacation.

After getting familiar with the task force, her mindset changed and she decided to help with things if she could.

Chiyo Morimoto held a cup of milk tea in her hand and wore a Bluetooth headset on her right ear. She lowered her head and sipped the tea. She glanced at the people around her and reported in a low voice, "G1 did not find any trace of tritium."

"Neither does G2." "Neither does G3."

Reports rang in her ears one after another. Chiyo Morimoto drank her milk tea, glanced around casually, and complained: "How long will this kind of life last?"

"At least another half month."