Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

Chapter 286 A Miracle That Cannot Be Covered Up

I want to die.

Yoji Nakamura didn't know how many times such negative thoughts had flashed through his mind.

Ever since the accident at the construction site, he has become a paralyzed person confined to bed.

In the doctor's words, he will never be able to stand up in his lifetime and cannot even take care of himself. He is like a parasite, living on his family.

He knew that he was a huge burden to his wife and daughter.

But even so, he couldn't control his temper, and even blamed them for letting him live.

There should have been no rescue at that time. It would have been much better for him to die like that, ending his life quickly.

Countless negative thoughts flashed through my mind.

When there is no one around Nakamura Yoji, those negative thoughts will roll around in his mind, making him think about ending his life countless times.

But the instincts that remained in the creature's body prevented him from taking action, so he began to expect various accidents to happen every day.

He might choke to death while drinking water, or the wall from the ceiling might suddenly fall down, or a meteorite might suddenly fall from the sky and hit his home, ending his life instantly.

At worst, a desperate fugitive or a mentally ill person could climb over the wall and end his life.

In this way, his death will not have any impact on his family, and will not make them feel guilty.

It doesn't matter who it is, just end his life quickly!

Yoji Nakamura looked forward to this event day after day. He stared blankly at the ceiling and could hear the sound of urine falling into the bag.

This was the sound he hated to hear the most.

As a man, he couldn't even go to the toilet on his own, and had to urinate in a bag through a catheter.

"Damn it!"

Yoji Nakamura growled, and the furious temper of helplessness and rage surged up in his heart again.

But venting this violent emotion to myself was no longer enough to vent.

Soon I will complain to my wife and say all kinds of hurtful words.

When did I become a monster that outputs negative energy?

Yoji Nakamura covered his cheeks with his hands, trying to recall himself before he was paralyzed, but that memory was so distant, so far away that he could never recall it again.

"hateful."

He repeated it once more.

"Are you in pain?"

A seductive tone suddenly sounded, and Nakamura Yoji turned his head and found a tall European and American man standing at the head of the bed, speaking fluent Japanese.

"who are you?"

"Someone who helps you get rid of your pain."

Qingze raised his hand, wanting to try to see if he could heal this person who was paralyzed due to an accident with his miraculous hands.

If this kind of paralysis injury can be stored and then given to others, it means that resurrection is not only a healing superpower, but also a very terrifying superpower.

Advanced leukemia, advanced cancer, mental illness, etc.

There are countless diseases that plague humanity.

"Yeah, someone finally came to kill me."

Yoji Nakamura did not resist the approach of the hand. Instead, he showed a relieved smile. His dream had finally come true.

Qingze's hand touched his forehead, and the healing power came into play. A warm current spread across Nakamura Yoji's forehead, and then quickly rushed to the broken spine and nerves.

A warm feeling spread around his waist, and a hint of surprise appeared on Nakamura Yoji's face. It was the first time in many years that he felt the area below his waist.

Could it be?! A bold idea suddenly flashed through Nakamura Yoji's mind, but he was afraid that he was thinking too much, so he tried to lift his foot.

Although he has been paralyzed for many years, he can still lift his feet as easily as before he was injured, and his muscles have not atrophied.

Qingze raised his hand and found that the black smoke of Nakamura Yoji was bigger than Emily's.

He flicked his fingertips, stored the black mist, and used Schrodinger's cat ability to quickly disappear in the room.

Yoji Nakamura looked at a living person who suddenly disappeared, and his expression became more and more shocked.

"Am I dreaming?" He pinched his cheeks hard, then pinched his thighs. The pain told him that this was not a dream!

His face was somewhat excited and trembling, and he slowly got up from the bed.

"Yoji, it's time to eat."

The door opened and the woman paused. She was stunned when she saw Nakamura Yoji standing on the bed.

The bowl she was holding fell to the ground. She covered her mouth with both hands, tears of surprise welling up in her eyes, "Yoshi, you stood up?! Am I dreaming?!"

"Meika, this is not a dream, I'm standing up!"

Nakamura Yoji had an ecstatic expression on his face, and thinking of the blond man who disappeared inexplicably, he said incoherently: "It was all because of that blond man, he saved me, he must be an angel!

From then on, I went to church to pray every week.

Thank God, thank the angel for letting me stand up again!"

……

Shinjuku, Central Building, the Special Intelligence Investigation Department captured some strange short videos and comments on the Internet, and quickly compiled them into a report and handed them over to the minister.

Jack looked at the report in his hand with surprise on his face.

My father who had been paralyzed for ten years suddenly stood up, my husband who had a stroke was fine, and a man with 90% severe burns did not have any signs of burns at all...

On TikTok, YouTube, even Twitter or other social software, young people celebrate the recovery of their family members in their own way.

And in their mouths, they all have one person in common, that is a tall blond white man.

Some say it was a manifestation of God, others say it was an angel, Brahma, the Messiah, and so on.

Jack looked at the series of reports and suddenly felt a headache. It was not easy to suppress such a huge voice.

He could only adopt Plan B. Dio's affairs could not be concealed, so he used more miracle news to cover up the true news.

This is also a common tactic used by the CIA.

If you want to discredit something, the best way is not to suppress it, but to integrate it.

Just like environmental protection and animal protection, which are originally very positive things.

However, a large number of people who have nothing to do with environmental protection and animal protection were hired by the financiers to take the most extreme approach, thus arousing public disgust and directly ruining the reputation of environmental protection and animal protection.

"Release fake news, then find a few bloggers with large traffic, ask them to post related videos, and use this traffic to boost the flow.

In a few days, a celebrity scandal or corruption material of a corrupt official will be exposed. "

"Yes."

The agent withdrew and Jack called the task force.

"Emilia, have you seen the short video that went viral on YouTube?"

"Yes, I saw it. Those things should be done by Dio."

Emily answered calmly, "The Z potion in me was also healed by Dio."

"What does his behavior mean?"

Jack felt a little confused. Dio had rescued people before, but the way he rescued people back then was completely different from the way he rescued people now.

Diseases that plague people and so on.

All were cured.

In the ICU ward of Rice Field Hospital, all the critically ill patients have become lively and energetic.

Jack couldn't understand why Dio would do that.

Emily couldn't answer immediately, and after thinking for a while, she said uncertainly: "I guess it should be a necessary step to go to heaven.

Dio hadn't done that before, probably because he didn't think he needed to.

He chose to do this now, maybe because he had come to a new conclusion after his last failure and needed others to believe in him?"

This explanation is indeed convincing.

No one knows clearly what the methods and steps are to go to heaven.

Jack suppressed his doubts and complained: "In this case, it will be difficult for us to cover up his news."

"Hasn't the news already been leaked?"

Emily replies that she remembers Mitsui's murder, which means that the news that Dio has super powers has been leaked.

"That was only leaked to some big countries. For some small countries, it was still hidden in their bones. But the situation may change now."

Jack sighed softly. The fake news they created could only confuse the attention of ordinary people, but for some countries that were already paying attention to the situation in Tokyo, it would be easy for them to find the real news from the complicated fake news.

The CIA cannot do anything to interfere.

On paper, they are still allies.

The Five Eyes Alliance has always had a covenant to share information.

The CIA's previous concealment of their identities was already a violation of the alliance.

"There is nothing we can do about this. We cannot restrict Dio's actions.

He does whatever he wants.”

Emily can meet when more countries know about the existence of Dio and the existence of people with super powers.

Tokyo will become more lively.

By then, she might not be the only one who wants to use the beauty trap.

Jack leaned back and sighed, "You're right, Dio's actions are not something we can control.

Please prepare a report for me regarding this incident.

I'll hand it over to the higher-ups later."

"no problem."

Emily knew clearly that her report was not written from the standpoint of the task force, but from the standpoint of Jack from the CIA, to record the incident in detail.

Then hand it over to Jack, let Jack take a look at it and then hand it over to the higher-ups.

This guy is getting lazier and lazier, but Emily doesn't hate this lazy leader.

As long as you don't interfere in her affairs, actively cooperate with her, and bear the pressure, you are a good leader.

It’s okay to be a little lazy.

She hung up the phone.

Chiyo Morimoto, who was sitting opposite, picked up a cake and complained, "Has our task force become a subordinate organization of Jack, the director of special intelligence investigations at the CIA?"

"Stop complaining about that and write me a report."

“Hey, let me write it?”

"Of course. Who do you think caused me to encounter that?"

Emily answered confidently that she was fine, so naturally she had to bring up the matter of going to the dentist to control Chiyo Morimoto.

This guy's conscience has a time limit.

If it's too long, you won't be able to grasp it.

"You're okay, aren't you?"

Chiyo Morimoto muttered, and her mind began to think about how to write a report. She really wanted to make up for her behavior.

Well, her conscience is not bad enough.

Chapter 287 No One Understands Dio Better Than Me

Outside the prison, the afternoon sun was shining brightly.