Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

After all, this is not the Middle East yet, and even missiles can be purchased inexplicably.

Only some firearms are circulated in Tokyo's underground market.

The bodyguards shot at it, forgetting that a child had fallen to the ground earlier.

So when a head emerged from under the carriage with a gun in his hand, no one noticed it.

The dwarf held a gun in both hands and quickly shot at the bodyguards escorting An Daoxiong San away.

Bang bang bang, four shots were fired, knocking down two bodyguards.

The bodyguard in the car behind quickly fired at the ground.

The dwarf wanted to retract, but was still a step too slow. His upper body was bleeding one after another, and his hands no longer had the strength to hold the gun.

No. 9 quickly leaned out from the right side of the car and shot the bodyguard next to An Daoxiong San in the head, also attracting the firepower of the other bodyguards.

Bang bang bang, a series of gunshots rang out, and he retreated behind the car in time.

At the same time, a burly man suddenly jumped out from the other side of the wall, holding a VECTOR submachine gun and sweeping forward. The unsuspecting bodyguards in the car behind him were instantly swept to the ground.

The only remaining bodyguard wanted to turn around and shoot.

No. 9 leaned forward again and shot him in the head.

The bodyguards on the scene were all eliminated. An Daoxiong San shivered, looked at the corpses around him, and shouted: "What do you want to do?"

No. 9 easily climbed over the roof of the car and landed in front of An Daoxiong San. He smiled and said, "I just want to ask you for a run. Don't worry, as long as you shut up and follow us, you will be safe."

To avoid trouble, No. 9 did not reveal his purpose in advance.

A van rushed over quickly, stopped at the intersection, and opened the door.

Two African-American men armed with VECTOR submachine guns ran towards the van.

No. 9 also pushed An Daoxiong San into the car, closed the door, and the driver, a man dressed as a hippie, played rap music and drove the car away from the scene.

……

An Daoxiong San has never met No. 9. He knows about the Tsukahara Laboratory and that there is a clone making trouble outside.

But he never cared about the clone. There were too many things worthy of his attention, and he really had no time to focus on a clone who could die at any time.

He quietly glanced at the gang that kidnapped him.

Judging from the skin color, it is related to foreign forces.

Is it Mossad or MI6 or some country in Africa?

An Daoxiong thought for three seconds, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Mainly because he didn't know why the other party tied him up.

He is not the predecessor, but the current Prime Minister. Doing this kind of thing to him will undoubtedly declare war on the entire Japan.

Not even the CIA can do something so brave. The most they can do is impeach the unpopular prime minister and step down.

Only those in the Army would do such a thing blatantly.

But that was also in the past, and the current Self-Defense Forces do not have that kind of power.

An Daoxiong's mind was spinning rapidly. He glanced out the window again and found that the robbers were going to a different place.

It stands to reason that someone like him should be kidnapped in a remote place, but looking at the route of this car, it seems to be heading towards a prosperous area.

How is this going?

An Daoxiong San wanted to ask, but considering what the blond man said before, he thought patiently.

He knew in his heart that it took more than a few words to convince the other party that he dared to do such a thing.

An Daoxiong San had better be honest before he figured out the other party's purpose.

The van drove into the underground parking lot of a building and parked in place.

The car door opened, and No. 9 patted An Daoxiong San on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Please get out of the car and don't show any strange expressions, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel."

"Do you think you can leave safely after doing such a thing?"

An Daoxiong San tried his best to maintain his dignity. While getting out of the car, he made the matter very serious, "If you let me go now, you can still pretend that nothing happened."

"That's not okay. If nothing happened, then I wouldn't have to tie you up."

The two African-American men put the guns into their bags. A smile appeared on No. 9's face. He pushed An Daoxiong San's shoulder and said, "Don't say unnecessary words. Come with us."

An Daoxiong and San only followed them to the elevator.

After opening the elevator, three other people came out. They glanced at An Daoxiong San, then looked away and walked to their car.

No. 9 entered the empty elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor.

As the elevator went up, some people dressed as white-collar workers came in.

Everyone glanced at An Daoxiong San, but said nothing.

Such weird behavior made An Daoxiong San very confused.

He is not the predecessor, but the current prime minister. Why do these people react so calmly?

An Daoxiong San didn't understand.

When the elevator reached the fourteenth floor, No. 9 said with a smile on his face: "Sorry, please give way."

The person in front made way, and he took An Daoxiong San out of the elevator.

The three accomplices also came down. They were a little confused about such a hiding place, let alone An Daoxiong San, and the accomplices.

"Our kidnapping and extortion are so aboveboard, is that okay?"

The hippies driving the car asked in a low voice, they had no idea who the target of the kidnapping was.

As foreigners in Europe and the United States, it is unrealistic to ask them to pay attention to who the prime minister of this country is.

They thought it was a wealthy man and the operation was a normal kidnapping and ransom case.

"It doesn't matter, I'm involved in it, can there be any fraud?"

No. 9 answered casually, his handsome face full of calmness.

The hippie was slightly startled, thinking that what he said made sense, and he was not the one commanding behind the scenes. Everyone was working together, and there could be no fraud.

An Daoxiong San noticed something was wrong from their conversation, kidnapping for blackmail?

Tie it to his head, what a liar.

"Don't you know who I am?"

An Daoxiong spoke three times.

No. 9 was still smiling, but his eyes were cold as he said, "I should have told you not to talk so much."

"Maybe we should know his identity."

The hippie spoke. He felt that this kidnapping case was too bizarre. The process was completely different from the previous ones. Could it be that someone had used it as a gun?

"no way."

No. 9 sighed, and his right arm suddenly swelled. In an instant, his appearance was covered with flesh and blood, and his five fingers were as sharp and terrifying as the claws of a wild beast.

His swollen arms quickly swept across the necks of the two African-American men approaching him.

At the same time, he pulled out a gun with his left hand and killed the hippie who wanted to draw his gun.

Blood spattered on the wall and on An Daoxiong San's body. Behind him, a woman dressed in white-collar clothing let out a scream.

No. 9 raised his hand and shot her away, then turned to An Daoxiong San and said, "Look, I told you to stop talking, but the moment you open your mouth, four people will be killed."

The voice was gentle, as if he was a kind elder giving a lesson to a naughty kid who was disobedient.

An Daoxiong San looked at No. 9's arm, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had never seen No. 9, but he had seen the relevant experimental records, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you the escaped clone?"

"Yes, I am No. 9, Mr. Andao. The audience is waiting for you to show up. Don't keep them waiting."

The man is smiling.

Chapter 488 Five steps of blood splattering

An Daoxiong San's heart fell to the bottom. He knew very well that due to the rejection reaction caused by the experiment, the clones would not live long.

A clone who can't live long suddenly hijacks him.

An Daoxiong used his toes three times without even thinking that he was trying to make money or something.

"What do you want to do?"

There was a trace of fear in his tone, and he said hurriedly: "I know that the experiment on you has great hidden dangers, but as long as we spend time and energy, we can still successfully solve the rejection reaction.

Let you continue to live! "

An Daoxiong San wanted to arouse the idea of ​​​​survival in order to gain his own hope of survival.

He didn't want to die with this clone.

Unlike those mud-legged people, An Daoxiong was born into a famous family and was destined to stand above everyone from the very beginning. His life was more precious than anyone else's.

Even the lives of tens of thousands of people cannot be exchanged for one of his fingers.

No. 9 frowned slightly and wrote in a nonchalant tone: "Mr. Andao, I think what you should consider now is to follow me in.

As long as you tell your story clearly in front of the camera, then nothing will happen. "

"I."

An Daoxiong San still wanted to protest a few words, but No. 9 lost patience with him and quickly retracted his right hand.

Even if he didn't turn into that terrifying appearance, he could still drag An Daoxiong San inside.

The media company chosen by No. 9 was Takizawa Media, which was originally affiliated with the Takizawa Group. Because the Takizawa family died in an accident and there were no relatives, its properties were quickly divided up by the five major consortiums and the Phoenix Family.

This media company was swallowed up by the Yasuda family and renamed Tiantiao Media.

But the manager has not been changed for the time being.

No. 9 saw the opportunity and made an appointment for the Prime Minister to broadcast live. He claimed that out of confidentiality, he decided to let the TV station promote the live broadcast as a mysterious guest.

Now he pulled An Daoxiong San to the door of Tianniao Media. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger, directly smashing the glass door of the office.

Pieces of broken glass avalanched to the ground.

"what!"

The receptionist at the front desk screamed.

No. 9 raised his gun and said warmly: "Can you please lower your voice?"

"what!"

The screams didn't stop, and No. 9 immediately pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the world became quiet.

No. 9 dragged An Daoxiong San forward and smiled at the people who came: "Good afternoon, I am the mysterious guest of today's live broadcast. I have already sent a message to contact you, saying that the scheduled time has been changed.

Time is a little tight, but I hope you can use your professional skills. "

People from Tianniao Media were stunned, including the manager.

He learned that An Daoxiong San was going to do a show here, so he naturally came out to guide the on-site work. He wanted to try to pass this battle to ensure that his position as manager of Tianniao Media would not be shaken.

His son had just gotten married, bought a house, and still had thirty years of mortgage payments to pay.

The manager must not lose his job at this time.

"We can't do that to criminals."

"If you don't do it, I'll kill him."

"There is no way, everything is for the Prime Minister!"

The manager's face was full of righteousness and he said: "Why are you still hanging around? Get ready to broadcast live!"

This is huge news. As long as they reveal it, the ratings and traffic will continue to rise.

As for the consequences, the manager wondered, could it be worse than being fired from the position of manager?

At his age, it is basically impossible to find a similar good job after being fired from the position of manager.