Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

With a beauty in my arms, her soft long hair feels silky against my cheeks, and there is a scent of mature perfume that I can never get tired of.

He couldn't help but rubbed it and said, "Chiyo, how about you use these long legs to help me solve the current problem?"

Chiyo Morimoto glanced at him sideways, raised her hand and flicked him on the head, saying, "Da-Me~"

The already gentle voice seemed to be mixed with honey at this moment.

"You should read less comics in the future. You actually made such an outrageous request."

Chiyo Morimoto rolled her eyes. If she could use her legs to help solve the problem, she would rather just go to base.

After all, it has come to the point of using your legs, so what’s the difference between using that part?

"release."

She said calmly.

In order to be able to hug Morimoto Chiyo again next time, Qingze had to let go of her hand and pinched her at the same time.

The tingling sensation spread from her chest to her whole body, and Chiyo Morimoto almost couldn't stand, but she kept her expression unchanged, raised her hand and said, "That's good, let's eat.

I have to work overtime tonight, so don't stay out too late and come back on time."

"it is good."

Qingze was curious and asked, "Did the boss ask you to work overtime?"

"No, I met a difficult guy and I need to work overtime to solve him."

Chiyo Morimoto shook her head. Two of Muhammad's men were captured, but they did not confess any useful information.

The Yemeni lion is still active in the dark, and it is possible that he has a desire for revenge against his two men because they were captured. He must be dealt with as soon as possible so that the task force can continue to deal with Dio's case.

"who is it?"

"Children should not worry too much about adult matters, just eat."

Chiyo Morimoto did not reveal anything and sat down, preparing to finish the meal and then run back to Shinjuku to deal with Muhamrad's affairs.

"it is good."

Qingze shrugged and decided to use Schrödinger's cat to see what Chiyo Morimoto was busy with.

……

After dinner, Qingze went for a night run as usual.

Chiyo Morimoto put the dishes into the dishwasher, then returned to the room and changed her underwear.

Teasing Qingze is a double-edged sword and it also affects her.

But she still enjoys it, and likes the excitement of walking on the edge of a knife, just like blocking bullets with an M500 at noon.

I feel excited when I think about it now.

Chiyo Morimoto got on the train to Shinjuku, and the women's carriage seemed unusually empty.

As we got closer to Shinjuku, the number of people gradually increased.

She got off at Okubo Station anyway.

Outside Okubo Station at night, there are more bloggers live streaming on the roadside.

Some of them had talents and were singing and playing there.

Some of them are simply twisting around there, and no one knows what they are trying to show the audience.

Chiyo Morimoto rejected several invitations to go to the bar and came to Hisamatsu Apartment.

She quickly went up to the second floor and knocked on the door.

The inner door opened quickly.

"Morimoto, you're too slow."

Emily's complaints floated from the living room, and Chiyo Morimoto shrugged and said, "This is unpaid overtime, so don't say those things.

I’ve already worked long hours today.”

"Younger than me."

Ito Otome said coldly, and she actually ran back to cook for the male high school student.

Chiyo Morimoto said unhappily, "Necrophiliac."

It's fine for normal people like Emily to complain about her relationship with Qingze, but what right does this woman who likes to do that kind of thing to corpses have to speak here?

"I just have a medical pursuit. Don't look at me dissecting corpses with your dirty eyes."

"Love knows no age. If you can't even figure this out, why are you pretending to be serious? You are just a weirdo who likes corpses."

"Okay, you two should stop bickering every time you see each other."

Emily interrupted them.

At first, the two people quarreled just because one was not used to smelling perfume and the other was not used to smelling disinfectant.

Now it has gradually evolved into a quarrel over all kinds of things.

"You guys have a good relationship, don't you?"

Hearing Emily's words, Chiyo Morimoto said expressionlessly: "Are you kidding me?

Things like quarreling in public but being close in private only happen in TV dramas. In real life, if you hate someone, you really hate them."

"You can still get the occasional tusk out of your dog's mouth."

It was rare for Ito Otome to agree with Morimoto Chiyo's opinion on this matter, and the disgust in her heart was by no means false.

Catalina handed over the tea at the right time and said, "Let's not talk about that. Sit down and drink some tea first."

"Okay." Chiyo Morimoto sat on the single sofa and asked, "Is there still no news about Muhammad's whereabouts?"

Emily said truthfully: “Those two men are tough, but their brains are not very good.

From their side comments, I could roughly guess what kind of person Muhammad was.

If I'm not mistaken, he should be inside a Yakuza organization in Tokyo."

"why would you say so?"

"He is a cautious yet bold guy who likes to set traps to lure people into taking the bait. The Yakuza's manpower meets his requirements."

Emily replied, "I have asked Yancheng and Jack to strengthen the surveillance of the Yakuza."

Chiyo Morimoto frowned and said, "If he and Dio appear at the same time, who should we look for first?"

"Dior."

Emily gave this answer decisively. Compared with Dio, Muhamrad's importance must be ranked behind.

Chiyo Morimoto asked again, "Did the hospital receive any news of any patient being cured during the day?"

Emily shook her head and said, “There’s no news of recovery, and no new strange patients.

Dio may not have made a move.

It is also possible that actions have been taken against some people who are difficult to be discovered, so the news is delayed.

Ah, if I think about it this way, it seems the scope has expanded.”

Emily scratched her head and stopped thinking about it. She picked up the black tea and took a sip, replenishing the sugar to calm her mind.

Iwaki Kusuke inside the house suddenly shouted, "There's movement."

"Dio or Muhammad?"

Emily quickly put down the tea in her hand.

Iwaki Kusasuke replied, "I'm not sure, I saw some foreigners wandering around outside the home of Team Leader Matsuki in Setagaya.

In terms of appearance, he doesn't look like the Dio you described. He has a dark complexion, a shaved head, and a thick neck, like a bundle of steel bars.

He is very tall and strong, wearing a floral T-shirt, loose pants, and a pair of large slippers.

Ah, that guy found my drone."

When Iwaki Kusasuke said this, the screen suddenly went black. He said angrily, "Damn it! That guy smashed my drone with a rock."

……

"Hit~"

Sting Singleton was as happy as a boy in a competition where he threw a ball of paper accurately into a trash can.

His companion's voice came from the headphones he was wearing again.

"Sting, be serious. If we let Mohamrad escape again, we won't be able to report to the higher-ups."

"Don't worry, no one is helping him now. The Yemeni lion is just a fish in the net."

Sting looked indifferent, as this was not the first time he and Muhammad had fought.

That guy tried to assassinate the president several times and got away with it.

Not only does it embarrass the CIA and the FBI, it also embarrasses the Secret Service, which is responsible for protecting the president, making them seem like they are incompetent.

In the past, it was members of the Swastika Society who helped Muhamrad cover his tracks in the United States, allowing Muhamrad to escape after failed assassination attempts.

Now it is confirmed that Okamura Haruhiko, who was identified as the leader of the Swastika Society, is dead, and his confidants were eliminated by the CIA.

The dignified lion has fallen to the point where he has to use underworld people to do things for him and to gather information.

"He can't escape anymore."

Sting walked around the base, choosing a suitable location for invasion.

He leaped lightly, and his huge body, which was made up of muscles as strong as steel, was as light as a feather. He climbed over the wall as silently as a cat and landed in the yard.

"Sting, don't underestimate him. Even at this point, Muhammad is still a terrifying opponent."

"Don't be so long-winded. I know better than anyone how difficult that guy is. In this world, I'm afraid no one can beat him except me."

Sting replied that frivolous words are part of his personality and do not mean that he looks down on Muhammad.

He walked towards the room where the suspected target was.

Chapter 297 The Lion's Terrifying Grip

The leader of the Matsugi Group was able to buy a house in Setagaya Ward, a district generally recognized as a wealthy area, because three generations of the Matsugi Group had been constantly exploiting the people to make money.

The mansion covers a large area and is in standard Japanese style, with a courtyard and a pond that scares deer.

In the past, when night fell, Team Leader Songmu would start a rich nightlife that would be envied by ordinary people.

But he wasn't in that good mood today.

Kinjiro Matsugi was kneeling in the hall with a glass of boiled water on the table in front of him.

There is no one around.

He heard the noise coming from outside, his right hand trembling slightly, and poured himself a glass of water, trying to maintain his last dignity as a team leader.

Although he inherited his father's position as the chairman, when he was young, he participated in many fights between organizations and was considered a ruthless person who lived on the edge of a knife.

Until he inherited the position of president, he became increasingly pampered, lost his youthful vigor, and became more gloomy and calculating.

He thought that was growth.

Now thinking about it, it was just degeneration. The youthful vigor was gone, and the only choice was to arm myself with scheming.

If it were in the past, he would never sit here, like a mouse being stared at by a cat, motionless.

Matsugi Kinjiro thought.

The wooden sliding door suddenly made a loud bang, half of the door broke directly, and bright red blood spilled on the tatami.

The man whose body was torn apart wailed on the tatami and crawled up, "Team leader, help!"

He burst into tears, left several pairs of bright red handprints on the tatami, and then died.

"How strange."

Fluent English was heard and the sound of footsteps fell into the room from the corridor outside, as if a ferocious beast was approaching here.

Matsugi Kinjiro turned his head and saw a giant man over two meters tall kicking down the remaining sliding door and walking into the living room.