Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

He hummed a song, returned to his room, went straight to the study and sat on a chair.

Masao Nishijo turned on the computer skillfully.

Today’s technology is so convenient. In the past, if he wanted to peek at something, he had to go outside the room in person.

Nowadays, you can just install hidden cameras in rented rooms and peek into their lives.

Masao Nishijo used these methods to understand the situation of those people, and then used money to attack them, or took advantage of someone's weak character and used threats.

"Let me take a look at Xiao Ai-chan today~"

Masao Nishijo had a lewd expression on his face.

He had been staring at the girl in Room 403 for a while. He clicked the mouse and the girl lying on the bed appeared on the screen, seemingly troubled by something.

"Hey, soon, you'll be mine."

Little girls like this are the easiest to deal with. All you need to do is find some gangsters to help intimidate the popular person in the class, and let them take the lead in bullying this girl, and you can slowly destroy her mind.

By then, he will be able to succeed.

Masao Nishijo got excited and picked up his phone to call the girl living in Room 604.

"Nanase, come to my room right now and I'll help you with your studies."

"Mr. Nishijo, I'm busy."

"Nanase, you don't want your parents to worry about you, right? Don't forget, who paid for the compensation when your boyfriend injured someone?"

Masao Nishijo threatened.

After a brief silence, a response came from the other end, "Okay."

"Good girl," Masao Nishijo hung up the phone and turned the surveillance camera to 604. He watched the girl talk to her parents for a few words and then walked out the door.

A smile appeared on his face.

“Is this your interest?”

The sudden sound in his ear made Nishijo Masao's heart almost jump out of his chest, and he was so scared that he lost interest completely.

He is old and doesn't want others to discover his dirty interests and ruin his good reputation.

"who are you?"

Nishijo Masao turned around, stared at the blond man in front of him, and threatened: "My son is a member of the House of Representatives of the National Assembly. It is illegal for you to break into a private house like this!

I can put you in jail for life!"

“Rules are for those who cannot survive without following the laws.”

Qingze raised his hand and used another ability of the Miraculous Hand to give the disease to Nishijo Masao, "Since you like to move so much, I will make sure you can never move again.

Total paralysis."

A wisp of black mist emerged from his fingertips. When Nishijo Masao saw this, he was so shocked that he couldn't even react. He just stared at the mist, wondering if this was reality.

The fog suddenly penetrated into his brain.

"what!"

Only then did Nishijo Masao let out a scream of fear and raised his head to avoid it, but the fog penetrated into his brain.

Qingze used telekinesis to hold up Xijo Masao's body and moved him back to the chair. "Enjoy your life in prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of breeze and left the house.

……

After a while, the door was opened.

"I am coming."

Nanase's soft voice sounded, she bent down to take off her shoes and changed into home slippers. She walked into the living room, and when she found no one there, she opened the door of the study.

As she expected, the disgusting guy was sitting on the chair.

"Uh-huh."

There were sounds coming out of his mouth and drool was coming out of the corners of his mouth.

Although it was disgusting enough before, the current look made Nanase want to vomit.

"I'm already here, what do you want to do?"

"Uh-huh."

Masao Nishijo made meaningless noises, his eyes filled with fear.

It's like the soul is trapped in the body, even though the consciousness is clear and normal.

But his hands and feet were completely out of his control and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He could only make grunting sounds, which made him extremely terrified.

"what happened to you?"

Nanase noticed his strangeness and asked, getting more uh-huh responses.

Such a scene made Nanase frown slightly. Her first reaction was that the old man was having a seizure. She quickly stepped forward and searched for her own video in the old man's mobile phone.

I found a hundred GB of video.

The longest video note is July 6th, thirty-six years ago.

She quickly deleted her video and found many familiar figures in the massive amount of photos, all of whom were ladies and girls living in this apartment.

There is no dietary restriction from the age of ten to forty.

Those disgusting photos caused great shock to Nanase.

It wasn't until I saw the photo of my mother next to my own that I realized that her appearance was completely different from her usual dignified look.

She was completely stunned, and then she remembered that her mother seemed to be next to her in the video just now.

"Uh-huh."

There was a sound like phlegm that couldn't be coughed up.

Nanase came to her senses and quickly deleted the photos and videos of herself and her mother. Then, looking at the landlord drooling in front of her, she said in a resentful tone: "Evil will be punished, you will have to live like this forever!"

She turned and left.

……

Ikebukuro, Silver Moon Club.

The bright light fell into the goblet, making the bright red wine glow like a ruby.

As the owner of the wine glass shakes.

The appearance of the wine is exceptionally delicious.

Paris was not in a hurry to taste the wine in the glass. Instead, he looked at the guest in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Although in the world's perception, Mossad and the CIA are often as close as father and son.

But on the question of who is the father and who is the son, Mossad and the CIA have different understandings.

As a member of the CIA, Paris naturally considers himself to be in the father's position.

So he was very dissatisfied with the remarks made by the man in front of him.

"Mr. Goodrich, what did you just say?"

He spoke slowly, placing the goblet on the table. There was no anger on his face, but his tone was clearly reproachful.

Goodrich sat opposite. He was tall and looked like a rough and unkempt man, but he was actually a man with a shrewd mind that did not match his appearance.

He did not answer Pallis's question, but said to himself: "We are allies, and Mossad and the CIA have already agreed to share intelligence with each other.

Mossad provides the CIA with any intelligence it has as soon as possible.

The CIA has intelligence, why doesn't it provide it to us?"

Paris's face darkened. If it weren't for the CIA's support behind the scenes, the current Mossad would be at such a poor level that it would have lost even its initial reckless style, becoming a complete Heisei otaku.

But he was not angry, and said: “We have already provided you with the information about the Yemeni lion Muhammad.

He is somewhere in Tokyo and we are looking for him.”

Goodrich shook his head and said, “No, what I want to ask is, why did Muhammad go to Tokyo?

Don’t you CIA know this?

His goal is the same as yours, to find Dio.

Ironically, Muhammad, our enemy, knew about Dio's existence earlier than we did."

"Our CIA is also investigating Dior's case, and we will inform you of the details as soon as we have them."

Paris answered calmly, and it wasn't really a lie.

Everything concerning Dio is top secret within the CIA.

The only thing he knew was that the Special Intelligence Investigation Department was responsible for investigating this matter.

He even learned the name Dio from John only yesterday, just to deal with the doubts of some allies.

No matter how they questioned, the CIA's standard answer was that they had just discovered Dio's existence.

More information about Dio is being investigated.

Of course, Paris knew that the higher-ups knew much more information than this, but he had no interest in embarrassing the director.

Goodrich said solemnly, "Mr. Palliser, your answer will undoubtedly hurt the relationship between us."

"I am the one who should be sad. Since you don't believe the information we provided, there is no need for us to continue talking here."

Paris's face turned cold, and he stood up and said, "If you want to be held accountable for this matter, I'll take my leave."

Seeing this, Goodrich quickly changed his expression and said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Palliser, please don't be angry.

I naturally believe in the friendship between the CIA and Mossad, but the people above are difficult to deal with, so I always have to find some excuses. "

"Just report truthfully."

Paris did not fall into his language trap and agreed to make excuses here, which meant admitting that the CIA was looking for excuses to deal with Mossad.

There are some things that everyone knows but cannot say out loud to leave any handle.

"I'm telling the truth."

Chapter 290: The Lion Who Purifies the World with Fire

In the box, Paris' voice was full of determination, without any sign of wavering.

Such a shameless attitude made Goodrich curse him as a bastard inwardly.

These guys in the CIA are really thick-skinned.

Goodrich knew that the other party was lying, but he couldn't do anything about it.

As long as the CIA insists that they have just learned about this matter, Mossad cannot ask the CIA to provide more detailed intelligence.

If they investigate on their own, their power in Tokyo will naturally be inferior to that of the CIA, and they may even be obstructed by them.

This is CIA territory.

"That's true. Let's talk about Muhamrad. We must not let him meet Dio. He is a complete lunatic."

Goodrich gave the excuse for the meeting, which was to jointly deal with the Yemeni lion Muhammad.

Paris did not want to leave, so he sat down again and said solemnly, "There are too many people coming to Tokyo recently, and we can't find Muhammad's whereabouts for a while.

The last time he was seen was three days ago in Nippori, Arakawa District."

"Who did he contact in Higurashi?"

"I don't know. The waters in Tokyo are very complicated and we have no way of knowing everything."

Palliser had a look on his face saying we're doing our best.

Goodrich knew that it was not so much that there was no way to know, but rather that the CIA simply did not put any effort into it.

They spent more time and energy on Dio and blocking the information related to Dio.

"I hope to get news from him as soon as possible, otherwise Mossad may have to stay in Tokyo for a long time."