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Chiyo Morimoto was unhappy with the power in her hands.

If anything happens, she, the police chief, will take the blame.

She is very aware of the urinary nature of those people, and she also understands that Tokyo is indeed dangerous at the moment.

“The meeting took place at the Prime Minister’s residence.

My idea is to arrange manpower in advance and clear the area with a radius of one kilometer centered on the Prime Minister's Official Residence! "

Morimoto Chiyo decided to take the most brutal method, which was to directly clear away the people around him.

Without anyone, the Prime Minister's official residence is naturally safe.

She didn't care whether the move sparked protests.

"Then there is the arrangement of the landing site. Countries will land at the Yokota base. The area between the base and the Prime Minister's official residence will be cleared two kilometers in advance and the road will be blocked.

Both the SAT and the Ministry of Public Security must be prepared.

Place snipers at the locations I mentioned to prevent anyone from doing something stupid. "

Chiyo Morimoto spread out the map and began to mark red dots one by one, "The location of the sniper needs to be protected by someone, and contact every minute to ensure that no one will be eliminated.

The flight at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning will be implemented at 8:30. Now a notice is issued in advance stating that traffic control will be implemented in the following areas at 8:30 tomorrow morning. "

Morimoto Chiyo slapped her hand on the map and said with a majestic tone: "The meeting is dismissed."

"Hi!"

The police supervisors present all responded, turned and left the office.

Chiyo Morimoto sat on the chair and exhaled heavily.

The people from the task force came in.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Okayama Taketa spoke.

Chiyo Morimoto took out the photos from the desk drawer, threw them on the table, and said slowly: "Looking at these photos, you will feel how easy it is to assign these tasks."

Chapter 389 Building the Strongest Body on Earth

The morning passed amid the chirping of cicadas.

The midday sun is blazing, and even the wind in the air reveals the heat. Only when students step into the shade area can they experience a hint of coolness.

Qingze turned from the main road and followed the path to the side of the club building.

The path is not shaded by trees, allowing the sun to shine brightly.

He didn't take more than two steps to reach the window of the guzheng department when his forehead was so hot that he was sweating.

"Sneak attack!"

With a clear shout, Yanagimachi Natsuka held the air hammer in both hands and smashed it down.

Qingze avoided it easily and said angrily: "Xia Hua, don't be so childish. You are already a high school student and you still play such elementary school games."

"Senior, please call me the innocence of a beautiful girl."

Yanagi Machi Natsuka shamelessly calls herself a beautiful girl. Just as she is reserved in front of outsiders, she is very relaxed in front of acquaintances.

Hojo Shinoko had long been accustomed to this person's crazy words. She took out the prepared lunch box and said: "Aozawa-senpai, today's lunch box is sweet and sour pork ribs. It's a new dish I learned. Try it and see how it tastes. ?”

"I trust Shinoko's craftsmanship. It's absolutely delicious."

Qingze took the lunch box.

Yanagimachi Natsuka said with a smile: "By the way, senior, yesterday Hojo-senpai participated in the strongest martial arts tournament on the surface and fought all the way to the last round of the quarterfinals.

do you know? "

"Well, Tetsuji told me that he wanted to find inspiration for the comics, so he went to fight."

"Hojo-senpai is so powerful, Aozawa-senpai, have you really defeated him?

I don’t believe it~”

Natsuka Yanamachi crossed her chest with her hands, a questioning expression like that of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes on her face. She glanced at Aozawa's body and then landed on her arms, where she could see obvious muscle curves.

"I saw that the videos circulating on the Internet were extremely exaggerated. It was almost like using special effects. A group of people were watching it. I'm sorry, I have embarrassed mankind.

The foreigner picked up Hojo-senpai and beat him so hard that the tatami mats on the ground were broken.

Senior, can you break the board with one punch? "

"You underestimate me too."

Qingze complained.

Yanagimachi Natsuka still wanted to ask more questions, but Hojo Shinoko interrupted: "Okay, Natsuka, please don't waste Aozawa-senpai's time."

"Hi, hi."

Yanagimachi Natsuka nodded and said with a curious look on her face: "Senior Qingzawa, next time you let me see him chopping a wooden board with his bare hands."

At this point, she posed to split a wooden board with her bare hands, not because she wanted to test whether Qingze could do it, but simply because she wanted to see the scene.

She had only seen it on TV before, never seen it with her own eyes, and was very curious.

"Bring it here now and I'll show it to you."

"it is good!"

Yanagi Machi Natsuka glanced at the table, the only thing in the room that could be called a wooden board.

Hojo Shinoko quickly reached out to stop her and said: "Don't move, you broke the desk. Where can we find a new desk?"

Yanagi Machi Natsuka could only say with regret: "I will bring the plank over tomorrow."

"no problem."

Qingze nodded.

Even if he doesn't use his physical abilities, he can still use the Sound of All Things to release the stored explosion sounds.

Destroying boards is a breeze.

If you go to Odessa, you can even catch the sound of a missile exploding. In a real sense, a single punch can deliver the power of a missile.

It's a pity that the sound of the video cannot be captured. Otherwise, he would play the video and capture various sounds at will. The atomic bomb would be an ordinary punch.

……

The strongest on the surface.

A gold belt engraved with four Chinese characters was placed on the table, with a goose egg-sized ruby ​​inlaid in the center.

But gold and gems are the cheapest items in this belt.

The really expensive thing is the Chinese characters engraved on it, which represents supreme glory.

Amat is not usually a person who is keen on chasing glory, because he knows that with his character and ideas, it is impossible to obtain any glory in serious competitions.

He hates all the rules in the ring.

Therefore, the strongest competition on the surface, which has no rules and allows him to use his methods to his heart's content, is particularly important.

It could very well be this once in a lifetime.

Even Amat, who usually didn't value glory, came to cherish this belt.

He grabbed the suckling pig with his hands and gnawed it to replenish the lost physical strength, trying to restore himself to the best condition, and then went to Guanghui High School to fight Hojo again.

After swallowing the suckling pig in several mouthfuls, Amat grabbed the big lobster, cut off the head and tail, and then took a big bite of the shell and lobster meat. The LCD TV in front of him was introducing the results of the strongest martial arts competition on the planet.

In the end, it will be his turn as the champion.

This is what he enjoys watching the news.

Amat rarely watches the news, but now he sees it because he wants the greatest satisfaction after gaining glory.

He believes that human happiness is like fighting.

The battle for the top eight, the battle of the top eight, the battle of the top four, the championship battle, all the way through.

This process is very happy, and winning the championship is even more gratifying and satisfying.

But such emotions often last for a while.

After the applause, there is endless emptiness.

So when Amat can feel the applause and is happy because of the cheers from the crowd, he should be happy to the fullest and not hide it.

Only in this way can we live up to that time and those fierce battles.

Amat grabbed the whiskey, drank the whole bottle, burped with satisfaction, then grabbed the leg of lamb and gnawed on it.

His teeth are so strong that they can even chew bones together.

A rattling sound was heard in his mouth.

"The strongest champion on the surface this time is Amat Dos Santos. He is a controversial person and was once a heinous criminal in Austria."

The reporter introduced the critical moment when Amat swallowed the mutton in his mouth and smashed the remote control directly at the LCD TV. "I had thought that after gaining fame, someone would come to disturb me."

Amat turned his head and looked at the door.

There was no sound of the door opening, and a man stood there quietly. He was tall, with blond hair, and fair skin, and it seemed that even the blood vessels underneath could be seen.

"Do you want this belt?"

Amat licked the oil on his thumb with his tongue, and his left eye showed a hint of excitement.

What does it feel like?

It's been a long time since I've encountered anything like this. Just looking at each other, a creepy chill spreads down my spine.

This man is very dangerous, more dangerous than any enemy he has ever encountered before.

"I heard that a guy named Higashiyama Jiro disappeared among the top eight. Is it your fault?"

Amat did not think that Higashiyama Jiro was afraid of running away. It could only be said that there were force majeure factors that forced him to disappear.

"Dior."

He spat out the name.

The person MI6 asked him to arrest was Onofre, and they also told him that there were very powerful and dangerous people in Tokyo, who were unmatched by any martial artist.

The name is Dior.

Amat had never met Dio, but he knew that the person who could sneak into this room silently and give him such chills was definitely the Dio mentioned by MI6.

"Guessed it right, there is no reward for you."

Qingze raised his right hand.

Amat said with a ferocious smile: "You are the best reward!"

He clenched his hands, and the terrifying muscles directly burst the black vest.

Muscles that have been exercised all year round emerge from his tall and strong body, and not a single muscle is absent from exercise. The obvious curves of his muscles make his whole body feel like he is wrapped in armor called muscles.

Qingze smiled, stretched the defensive force field covering his body behind Amat, judged him as an enemy, and pushed him forward.

Snapped!

The rhombus-shaped light flickered behind him, but Amat didn't see it. He only felt a strong push behind him, forcing him to fly forward.

What happened?

He didn't know clearly, but he reacted immediately. Using the feeling of pushing his back, he kicked up his right foot and slashed towards Qingze's neck like a scissor.

boom!

A diamond-shaped colored light shield appeared in front of Qingze.

The defensive force field's built-in counterattack ability makes Amat's strong right foot as fragile as a potato chip.

Crunching, his right foot twisted backwards, and blood splashed out from the broken blood vessels.

Amat's left eye widened, and he noticed something was wrong around him, as if an invisible hand was squeezing him.

Not even blood can fall to the ground.