Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

Qingze put away his phone and walked to the rooftop.

A strong wind blew towards him, and he saw Hojo Tetsuji standing in front of the barbed wire, holding the net with his right hand, his eyes looking outside.

"The club building isn't in that direction, what are you looking at?"

Qingze shouted.

Hojo Tetsuji turned around and said seriously, "Qingze, I feel like all my brain cells are dead, and I can't think of any plot at all.

The sweetness between Sayuri and I seemed to have ended in those few short words.

Damn it, drawing comics is so hard, isn't there an easier way?"

"If you ask me about this kind of thing, I don't know."

Qingze threw bread and Coke to him and tried to make a suggestion: "How about joining the battle plot?

A powerful enemy appears and kidnaps Sayuri. You board a spaceship and set out on a journey to save Sayuri, recruiting partners and sharing sweet memories with Sayuri along the way.

"this is not bad."

Hojo Tetsuji touched his chin. Although his mind was still empty and he only had a general idea, he still cheered himself up and opened the bread and said, "I really want to thank you and the young lady for yesterday."

"It's ok."

Qingze opened the lunch box with a smile.

……

After lunch, Qingze used the excuse of taking a nap and went to a secluded place in the school alone.

There were no other classmates around.

Qingze used element replacement to turn himself into a gust of wind, and then used Schrödinger's cat.

This wind blows from the campus to Shinjuku.

The sun hid behind thick white clouds, and the sunlight shone through the clouds onto the streets of Shinjuku.

People are coming and going in front of Shinjuku Station.

He turned into a gentle breeze and shuttled through the dense crowd. Nothing made people feel more free than running fast in a crowded place.

After playing for a while, Qingze had an idea and blew it outside Jiusong Apartment.

He wanted to see what Chiyo had for lunch.

The wind came in through the window on the second floor of Jiusong Apartment, and he peeked into the task force's lunchtime life.

The dining table in the living room was set with the food that was brought back.

Two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and one soup.

The people present seemed very busy. Chiyo Morimoto sat on the sofa, eating with a spoon while looking through some documents.

Qingze came closer and found that it was a commentary on the Tao Te Ching.

The door of the room inside was not closed, and the faint sound of Iwaki Sosuke's hands tapping on the keyboard could be heard.

Catalina, Kitanotake, Ito Otome and others all seemed very busy, as if they couldn't even waste time for meals.

Strange, don’t they usually gather together to chat?

This thought flashed through Qingze's mind, and he heard Morimoto Chiyo whispering while biting a chicken leg.

"Damn baldhead!"

She complained and swallowed the chicken thigh.

Before Qingze could figure out the connection between the Tao Te Ching and baldness, the door suddenly opened.

The petite Emily walked into the house with a pot-bellied middle-aged man. People who didn't know the situation would think they were a father and daughter.

The Superintendent of Police saw the lively scene in the house, and his tense expression began to relax a little.

Due to the collective clamor from members of Congress, he realized that he might have to step down.

He, who always stayed upstairs, began to go downstairs to urge the progress of each case.

He planned to handle every case personally, and try to achieve some results in the shortest possible time to shut up those congressmen.

Especially the National Public Security Committee.

Those who originally supported him have begun to waver.

In peacetime, the incompetence of a lackey is not a crime.

But at this time when talents are needed, it will be considered inappropriate for those above them to have incompetent people occupy high positions as lackeys.

They need a fierce tiger, not a weak sheep.

But the Superintendent of Police did not want to abdicate.

He was still young and even hoped to squeeze in.

Of all the cases that the Superintendent of Police is in charge of, the cases of the task force are the biggest.

A little bit of results would be enough to shut those people up.

"Team Leader Emily, I know you are working very hard."

The Superintendent of Police saw that they were looking up information even while eating, so he had to change the words he originally wanted to scold them.

The task force has already come this far. They can’t just say they can’t even have time to eat and must work 24 hours a day.

"But Dior's matter concerns the fate of the country. I hope you can work harder and not be limited to realistic thinking. Instead, be bold in innovation and make bold assumptions!"

The Superintendent of Police paused and emphasized: "Only by daring to think and dare to put your conjecture into practice can you know the specific method of going to heaven.

I hired you here at a high price for some time, and some people in the National Public Security Commission are very dissatisfied.

The next police commissioner may not hire a Russian.”

Emily's eyes darkened, and she understood the subtext of the Superintendent of Police.

At this critical moment of life and death, this person probably hopes that the task force can come up with some false information to fool the higher-ups first.

Anyway, Dio is a person with super powers, so it is natural that the task force has some false speculations. No one can guarantee that they will not make mistakes.

This behavior is undoubtedly drinking poison to quench thirst.

The current Superintendent of Police cannot care about so many things. He just wants to produce results quickly and overcome his crisis.

As for whether the results are true or false, it doesn’t matter.

If he steps down now, he will not only lose power, but he may also lose his life.

As the Superintendent of Police, he knows too much.

"Please rest assured that I will never betray your trust."

This answer made the Superintendent nod with satisfaction, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, and said earnestly: "I believe in your ability.

Remember, be bold in making assumptions and verifying, and don't be timid.

You guys keep busy, I'll go check out other places."

"it is good."

Emily saw him off from Hisamatsu Apartment and watched the superintendent's special car drive away from the street.

The smile on her face gradually faded.

"Ah, the power struggle is really annoying."

Emily's little face showed a trace of sadness.

She had to admit that there was some truth in what the Superintendent said.

That is, her Russian identity may affect the next police chief's view of her.

In the Western world, having such an identity will inevitably lead to being excluded and it will be difficult to gain their trust.

This made Emily very depressed.

Because she has absolutely no sense of identification with Russia.

In a country full of oligarchs who exploit the upper class, Emily is eager for a major upheaval in the country, like the October Revolution, to overthrow all the oligarchs and the president.

Of course, that's just something I think about occasionally.

She is not an idealist and has no awareness of turning into firewood, so it is impossible for her to return to her country and do something so dangerous.

Emily turned and walked up the stairs and opened the door.

No one on the task force is pretending to be busy anymore.

Chiyo Morimoto threw the Tao Te Ching away, crossed his legs and said, "Ah, I finally dealt with the inspection from above."

After saying that, she scooped up the chicken soup with a spoon and drank it happily.

"Don't be too relaxed, or he might come back and attack you."

"Don't worry, the three streets outside the door are under our surveillance."

Iwaki Sosuke's slightly smug voice came from inside.

Chiyo Morimoto put down the spoon and asked curiously, "Are you planning to forge evidence to keep the Superintendent in office?"

"Of course it's impossible to forge it. If we listen to him, the task force will be completely tied to him."

Emily shook her head. She absolutely could not destroy her credibility with Jack. She would rather have no news than give false news.

"Iwaki, has the Dio National Salvation Committee behaved unusually?"

She wanted to know clearly when the Superintendent of Police would step down.

"There's nothing unusual about Yoshizawa Rumi, but I found that besides the CIA, there seemed to be other people monitoring Yoshizawa Rumi's movements.

The backdoor to her computer system is a whore that anyone can fuck with."

Iwaki Sosuke replied truthfully.

As a veteran hacker, he knew that when hackers sneak into a system, they would leave some traces.

The difference is that some people can hide it perfectly, while others can't.

Emily frowned and asked, "Can those people find us?"

Iwaki Kusasuke smiled and said, "Don't worry, they can find traces of other people, and it will be impossible for them to follow the traces to track us down.

On the other hand, it is equally difficult for us to track them down.”

"Okay, let's ignore those people and keep watching."

Emily walked towards the table, she knew in her heart that it was blatant to post Dior like that and leave a message in the comment section.

It is natural that Yoshizawa Rumi will be easily targeted by other organizations. Perhaps they are all waiting for the implementation of that ridiculous plan.

Including Emily.

She also wanted to see how things would turn out.

Qingze, who turned into a breeze, was a little confused.

There is a Dior National Salvation Committee in Japan, but Dior is not aware of it?

Who is that woman named Yoshizawa Rumi?

Qingze didn't remember authorizing anyone to use his username as the organization name.

He headed towards the room inside, wanting to see where the Dio National Salvation Committee's base was.

Chapter 306: Dedicating the Country to Master Dio

Rumi Yoshizawa has been in high spirits recently.

Since she was released from prison, it seemed as if there was a big hand pushing her forward, making everything she did go smoothly.

I found a free house and met a group of like-minded people in no time.

Although there are some scoundrels who have forgotten the despair of lying in bed waiting to die, and have forgotten who saved them from despair and are running on the ground again.

But I will have time to deal with those ungrateful guys later.

The immediate priority was to purchase twenty-three guns.