Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

"Ah!"

Aozawa cried out in pain, and in that moment, Iwasaki and the others' eyes lit up.

Mitsui Takeo even straightened up and said, "Haha, I knew no one could withstand 007. The laser he fires reaches a high temperature of three thousand degrees Celsius. Not to mention the human body, even steel would melt within a few seconds."

His excited tone didn't last long before he sensed something wrong.

If the laser could really cause harm, could Dio keep crying out in pain for so long?

"Haha." The sound of agony turned into laughter in an instant as Aozawa straightened up and said, "I was just playing with you; this kind of laser is only fit to be a glow stick at a pop star's concert, to liven up the atmosphere."

"Impossible! How can you withstand bullets? Withstand a three-thousand-degree Celsius laser? What kind of monster are you?!"

Mitsui Takeo's face showed shock, feeling the worldview he had held for so long starting to shatter bit by bit.

Could a human body really do such things?

007, faced with an unforeseen situation, didn't cry out in shock but rather switched modes, and the lasers in its eyes disappeared.

Its ten fingers transformed into blades, and from within those blades emerged hooks resembling barbs. At their tips were tiny holes, which, upon grabbing an enemy, would inject a swift-acting lethal toxin.

Flames erupted beneath its feet, and in an instant, its burst of speed surpassed the speed of sound.

BOOM!

A loud explosion rang across the lawn, and the blast of wind scraped up the turf; the claw blades, strong enough to cut through stone and metal, hit Aozawa's body.

Silently, part of the blade disappeared.

Aozawa, using his X-ray Ability, saw the internal structure of 007 clearly; every component was interconnected, resembling a fine piece of art.

The key parts were thickened with metal to protect against external strikes, but they could not prevent his Telekinesis from internally destroying the chip.

SIZZLE. A flash of red light flickered in 007's eyes, and its movement stopped at the moment it raised its hand.

The more precise the machine, the less room for error. Even a small damaged gear can cause a delicate machine to stop functioning. Not to mention, the destruction of the core chip is nearly akin to being scrapped.

From this perspective, Aozawa felt like he was the nemesis of robots.

"007!"

Mitsui Takeo's voice was full of grief and indignation.

Next to him, Iwasaki Taro panicked. He had triggered the alarm some time ago, yet the entire estate remained eerily quiet, with no one coming to their aid.

If people were slow to respond, what about the drones? Not a single one was seen.

Iwasaki Taro realized he couldn't rely on others and growled, "Quick, let's scatter and run."

"Right!"

Mitsui Takeo came to his senses. Not mourning for 007 a second longer, he turned to run.

If he could just get from here to the airfield, he would be able to fly away from this terrifying place in the helicopter. But who on earth was Dio?

Mitsui Takeo pondered as he ran toward the airstrip at breakneck speed.

The three men ran fast. The two women couldn't keep up, their weak legs rendering them unable to leave the scene.

Aozawa wasn't in a rush to chase them, the world before his eyes covered by a gray filter. He turned to pick up the AK47 from the ground, roughly aiming at the three men's vitals. Simulating a burst of gunfire, he allowed time to resume its flow and fired a spray of bullets with the AK47.

Many bullets missed, kicking up tufts of grass, but some struck the fleeing Iwasaki and the others. They immediately went from standing to falling to the ground.

Sumitomo Mika listened to the familiar screams, inwardly cursing them for abandoning her and thinking they got what they deserved.

But she also realized her predicament was very dangerous.

"This has nothing to do with us; they insisted on doing it, we didn't want to! Please, don't kill us," Sumitomo Mika pleaded, tears of grievance streaming down her face, the very image of a pitiful woman forced by evil powers.

The woman beside her also promptly cried in agreement, "Yes, we're women, how could we stop them?"

Both understood that in such a moment, they must display all their feminine weakness, frailty, and beauty. Only that way might there be a chance to earn a shred of pity.

Aozawa glanced sideways at the two beautiful women crying pitifully about ten meters away.

"Stop crying," he said, tossing aside the AK47 in his hand, his voice gentle. "I never kill women; you can go."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Dio, thank you! We will remember this kindness for a lifetime," Sumitomo Mika thanked him repeatedly, relieved in her heart. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, yet her legs no longer felt weak.

Being alive was good enough.

She took her friend's hand, not out of deep affection but to perform an act of sisterly devotion for Dio to see.

Sumitomo Mika and her friend turned to leave, her expression immediately darkening. Damn it, I'll make him pay for this humiliation later!

Aozawa bent down to pick up an AK47 loaded with bullets.

He was a man who pitied and spared women; he would never let them die in fear. He preferred them to pass away filled with the joy of anticipated survival, blissfully unaware of their true fate. If crying were useful, then the Yoshino family from Okubo wouldn't have died.

Aozawa, using his X-ray vision, aimed at the two women's vitals.

His index finger pulled the trigger.

RATATATAT! Dozens of bullets tore through the backs of the two women, their flesh ripped open, spurting trails of blood.

Sumitomo Mika collapsed to the ground, her face still frozen with the expression of wanting to settle scores later.

Aozawa dropped the AK47 in his hand and didn't use Telekinesis to clean up the traces.

He had recently discovered that when transformed into Dio, he had no fingerprints at all. Telekinesis could only sweep away the dust on the guns.

"Let's see, is there anyone who hasn't breathed their last... Hmm, that line feels a bit too villainous."

Aozawa critiqued himself as he checked if the six people were indeed dead, finding their hearts had all stopped.

He didn't linger, instead entering the Schrodinger's Cat state of non-existence. His hands and body gradually became transparent, and his form floated up from the ground.

This feeling of being unbounded, drifting around, was wonderful, even more exhilarating than flying as a transformed peregrine falcon.

After a detailed examination of the mansion, confirming that there were no living people or hunting dogs left, he set fire to the surveillance room.

Murder, arson. The Iwasaki estate was large enough, so there was no need to worry about burning other people's houses.

His body entered a state of non-existence. He didn't return to campus but decided to wander elsewhere instead.

He wanted to see just how large an area he could appear in at will. Previously, he had tried to get to Paris and New York without success. This implied that Schrodinger's Cat's state of non-existence wasn't global in range. Aozawa wanted to understand the limits of this distance constraint.

The Iwasaki mansion was equipped with an automatic fire extinguishing system. Once the flames in the surveillance room raised the air temperature sufficiently, the system would trigger. The fire alarm would be directly transmitted to Iwasaki Yizo's phone.

BEEP BEEP. He heard the alert tone, shifted his gaze from the documents in his hands, unlocked the phone, and tapped on the alarm message. The screen on his mobile device immediately lit up with the surveillance room's footage. Most of the surveillance screens were scorched black and cracked; the control panel for operating drones was sparking. Nine bodies lay on the ground, their blood mixing with the fire-extinguishing water.

What happened?

Iwasaki Yizo's heart sank as he immediately dialed his grandson's phone.

BEEP, BEEP. The phone rang on without end, but no one answered.

Realizing something was wrong, he picked up the landline to call the Mayor of Kasukabe.

"My grandson's in trouble! Get all the police forces to Iwasaki's house immediately! Bring weapons, police dogs, and call for ambulances. I want the culprit dead!"

His voice conveyed a chilling murderous intent.

Iwasaki Taro was his most prized eldest grandson, resembling him in appearance and Ability when he was young. He had high hopes for Iwasaki Taro. It was only to pass on the leadership to Iwasaki Taro that he chose to tolerate his incompetent eldest son.

But Iwasaki Taro had been attacked. Who would dare do such a thing?

Anger filled his heart, and his gaze shifted. Could it be those brats from the Takizawa Group detected their plot and intended to hold Iwasaki and the others hostage as leverage? To threaten him?

Thinking this, Iwasaki Yizo immediately instructed his secretary to call the other five families, informing them of the incident at Iwasaki's house.

At such a time, the six families must unite to confront the domestic turmoil.

After some thought, Iwasaki Yizo didn't forget another person; he picked up the landline to call Kochou directly.

The six major financial groups were large zaibatsu that existed before World War II. Phoenix Academy rose after the war, mainly by sending women to Mc Arthur and subsequently, one of them unexpectedly bore Mc Arthur's child.

A son endows his mother with status. Essentially, Phoenix Academy was a branch of the MacArthur Family in Japan. Had the United States' attitude changed?

Iwasaki Yizo stood at the top, enjoying power beyond the common man's imagination, but also facing many enemies.

There were quite a few people who wanted to swallow the vast Iwasaki family enterprise.

Iwasaki Yizo sensed the storm brewing in the business world but felt not an ounce of fear, instead filled with fighting spirit. At this moment, his eldest grandson's safety was pushed to the back of his mind as he turned into a ruthless, cold machine of the business world, dialing Kochou's number.

The first thing he said when she answered was, "Someone has attacked Iwasaki's house. Do you know anything?"

「Kasukabe.」

The Mayor of Kasukabe, Tamagawa Takeshi, received Iwasaki Yizo's call. He immediately phoned the chief of the Kasukabe Police Station, ordering him to mobilize all police forces to Iwasaki's house with firearms and hunting dogs. He then called the hospital, directing all ambulances to Iwasaki's house.

He hadn't expected that in this peaceful city of Kasukabe, someone would dare commit such lawless acts. If they dared to attack the Iwasaki family, wouldn't they target him, the mayor, next? Against such evil, a strong response was required. Otherwise, he worried the funding for his next election campaign would dwindle pitifully. This democracy, seemingly one person, one vote, was essentially a money-burning contest for the wealthy. Without money, how could one even dream of being elected? Even if you officially entered the race, few would know. To ensure his political campaign funding, I must catch the brutal criminal at any cost! Of course, as the mayor, I need to consider my own safety; it's better not to be on the front line myself.

Tamagawa Takeshi chose to stay in his office and command the operation from there.