Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

"Don't worry, we will assist you in solving the case and eliminate the evildoers who created terror!"

Paris answered with a serious face.

The CIA did not want Mossad to stay in Tokyo for too long.

Goodrich said with a smile on his face: "Okay, this is the relevant activity funds, please be sure to accept it."

Two checks were handed forward.

Palliser took a look.

Goodrich smiled and said, "The one below is your service fee. Thank you for your concern this time."

Paris took the check, with the bulk of the money going to the CIA and the rest going to himself. The amount was a little less, but he didn't have to share it with anyone else. "I will find Muhammad as soon as possible."

"Wish us happy cooperation."

Goodrich raised his glass and said that it would be easy as long as the other party was willing to pay.

Today it's Muhammad, tomorrow it's Dio.

The higher-ups took Dio's news more seriously than Muhammad's.

Although the relationship between the two countries is like that between father and son, Dio's information is a secret that neither father nor son can reveal casually.

Paris raised his glass and clinked it lightly.

……

boom!

The loud noise drowned out the collision of the two people's wine glasses. The door of the box broke away from the walls on both sides, rolled in the air and hit Goodrich's head, leaving half of it dented.

Blood immediately spurted out along the gap.

The whole person fell to the ground along with the door.

Paris reacted quickly and tried to draw his gun, but his arm suddenly felt numb and the sharp flying knife pierced his arm. The wound quickly turned black and blue, and the knife was poisonous.

His numb nerves prevented him from holding the gun.

"Mohammad!"

He growled, looking at the man outside with a look of shock and anger on his face.

The man at the door had distinct facial features, a crew cut, no beard, dark eyes full of indifference, and his hands were stained with blood.

The guards standing outside had obviously been dealt with by him.

"Tell me about Dio."

Muhammad asked in English, striding into the house.

Paris yelled, "Don't underestimate the CIA."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked over the heavy table in front of him. He quickly squatted down and tried to use the overturned table to block the flying knife, trying to get the gun in his left hand to fight back.

His idea was good, but he underestimated Muhammad's speed. As he grabbed the gun, a foot stepped on the back of his hand.

The terrifying force poured down in an instant.

"Ah!" Paris shouted. His left hand was crushed and even the bones were broken into pieces.

Muhammad bent down slightly, grabbed his lower central incisor with his right index finger and thumb, and pulled it upward with force.

He pulled out the entire front tooth.

"Ah!" The intense pain made Paris's brain explode.

Muhammad was indifferent. He was very experienced in dealing with CIA agents. In the past years, he had interrogated and killed at least thirty CIA agents.

"Answer my question, or I will pull out your teeth one by one, peel off your nails one by one, and then use a knife to peel open your abdomen and let you taste your own intestines."

His voice and expression were like a statue made of steel, extremely cold.

"I don't know. I only know that Dio is a person with super powers."

"You don't need to tell me that." Mohamrad pulled out another tooth from Paris. He was not a savage who was isolated from the world, so he naturally saw the videos on TikTok.

Videos of terminally ill people getting better and a large number of fake special effects miracles made Mohamrad realize that this was another CIA tactic and they wanted to cover up the truth.

Including the previous actions, all were intended to obtain this power.

"Special Intelligence Investigation Department. This is the department of the CIA that is investigating Dio!"

When Paris saw that he wanted to extract the third tooth, he immediately shouted what he knew, "I really don't know anything else, please let me go!"

"No."

Muhammad smashed his head with a punch, then raised his foot and stomped hard on the door, causing a large amount of blood to spill out like a can of tomato overturned on the ground.

After making sure the two were dead, he turned and walked out the door.

A tall woman wearing a veil stood there and asked, "Any specific clues?"

"He is not from that department. We need to find someone from the Special Intelligence Investigation Department to find out the situation."

Muhamrad shook his head and added to his companions, “Dio is a person with super powers. The miracles that happened yesterday and today were probably caused by him.

The CIA wants that power.”

"Superpowers...Does he really exist?"

"We must contact Dior before the CIA. If we can master that powerful force, we can confront the United States."

Muhamrad's eyes were burning with fire, and his ideas were among the most extreme in Yemen.

In his view, all the chaos in the world was caused by pagans.

The United States is a typical example.

It is useless to just destroy one puppet as long as the top order full of evil is not burned.

The holy city of Jerusalem will never return to their arms.

He wants to find Dio and get the power that can change the world.

……

Shinjuku, Center Building.

Jack stared at the scenery outside the window with a frown on his face. Tokyo was exceptionally peaceful tonight.

The task force received no reports of Dio's appearance, and the CIA had no relevant information.

It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

Jack didn't like the silence, he preferred to know who Dio was killing and what he was doing.

Dio, who was doing nothing like now, made Jack feel very worried.

Doing nothing means that Dio can do anything.

So depressing.

He loosened his collar with his right hand, turned around and opened the drawer, wanting to reward himself with a glass of brandy to relax his tense mood.

Ding, the phone suddenly rang.

Jack answered quickly, "Hello, Chief, what can I do for you?"

"Parris is dead."

John's first words left Jack a little confused.

There were too many people in the CIA and he didn't recognize who Paris was, but he didn't ask any questions and continued to listen to the director.

“He was discussing Muhammad with Goodrich of Mossad before he died.

Judging from the situation at the scene, it was Muhammad who discovered the place where they were communicating, and went to the door and killed the two.

Paris had all three of his front teeth pulled out. From what I know about him, he would have definitely given the Special Intelligence Unit away before he died.

You should be careful next time."

After listening to John's description, Jack hesitated for a moment and said, "Chief, should we deal with him?"

"I have arranged for someone to deal with him. You just need to pay attention to your safety."

John replied.

Jack nodded quickly and said, "Please rest assured."

After hanging up the phone, Jack hurriedly called the agent outside to come in.

An agent entered the office and said, "Minister Jack, do you have any instructions?"

"Who is Muhammad?"

Jack was too embarrassed to ask in front of John just now, fearing that the man had mentioned Muhammad's situation to him before.

The agent thought for a moment and replied, "A famous madman in Yemen said he wanted to burn all the infidels in the world, especially Americans, to death with fire."

"What a madman."

Jack complained, asking, "Is he great?"

"Mohamrad once attacked the firepower reinforcement company sent by the GCC to Yemen alone and annihilated it.

He also escaped from the traps set by the CIA several times and killed our people. He is known as the Lion of Yemen. "

Jack panicked when he heard about Muhammad's brilliant achievements.

The special intelligence investigation department of the central building does not have as many people as a company.

Although John assured him that someone else would deal with Muhammad, he didn't trust CIA agents at all.

What if those guys were jealous of his power and deliberately had him killed?

Jack knew very well that he had no background and no connections, and that he got to where he was today only by luck.

There are a lot of people in the CIA who are jealous of his position.

He thought about it, waved the agent to leave, picked up his phone and called the task force.

"Any news about Dio?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Emily's excited voice was heard, and she couldn't wait to take action.

Jack shook his head and said, "No, it's news related to someone other than Dio. There's a man named Muhammad, and I need you to eliminate him."

"What did he do?"

Emily asked curiously.

Jack said in a deep voice: “He wants to kill me and get information about Dio.

The director said someone would deal with him, but I was afraid someone might be jealous of my position and deliberately let me die.”

"OK, leave it to me."

Emily decided to kill Muhammad. She didn't want to lose such a good partner as Jack.

Chapter 291: Lion and Swastika Society

Wednesday, June 28th.

Chiyo Morimoto locked the door and left Ayase Apartment and headed for Ayase Station. She entered the women's carriage smoothly and found a seat to sit down.

Although she wanted to sit in the same seat every day, the women's carriage was not a private compartment, so her seat often changed.

Get off at Okubo Station.

She walked towards the Hisamatsu Apartment.

The morning sun is bright and it seems that the rainy season has passed, but the weather forecast tells us that this is a false illusion.

It is essential to bring an umbrella when going out.

However, some students apparently don't take that kind of thing to heart.

Chiyo Morimoto observed that many international students on the street had empty hands. Some energetic young people even approached her, asking which school they were from or what year they were in.

The fact that she is still mistaken for a college student several years after graduation is also due to her beauty.

Chiyo Morimoto never exposes what those people say, but instead smiles and says that it is not convenient for her to disclose it.