Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Outside the apartment.

Several black cars drove up and stopped by the roadside.

Jack didn't wait for his subordinates to open the car door. He jumped out directly. His expression was already well-controlled, showing no hint of joy, only seriousness.

Dio had appeared at the CIA's outpost. Robert and twenty agents were inside, and it was clear they had been murdered.

Robert... he truly was a good subordinate.

Jack suppressed the urge to grin.

A group of agents in black surrounded him, vigilant against a possible sniper attack from the shadows.

The police behind the cordon looked surprised, as no one knew exactly who they were.

Okayama Buji knew very well who they were, yet he still stepped forward and said, "This area has been taken over by a special task force."

"I am the head of the CIA Special Intelligence Investigation Department."

Jack directly revealed his credentials and said calmly, "This area is now under our control. You stand guard here and don't let anyone else in."

"Okay," Okayama Buji said, letting out a sigh of resignation.

In Japan, even the people from the Public Security Bureau didn't dare to stop the CIA; they could enter the Minister's and Prime Minister's official residences at will. His words were merely a symbolic struggle; he never intended to stop the other party from entering, nor could he.

Jack entered the apartment, flanked by the throng of agents.

Several people were gathered in the ground-floor lobby.

"I am the head of the CIA Special Intelligence Investigation Department."

Jack didn't introduce himself by name, only by his position. In his view, his title was far more worth remembering than his name. Besides, for their type of intelligence agency, revealing one's full name to others was a foolish thing to do unless it was a fake name.

Emily shifted her gaze from Sunaga Takashi, her brow furrowing slightly. "Does the CIA now directly interfere with our investigations?"

"Normal cases can wait, but my department has twenty-one employees here," Jack said sternly. "I am very concerned about their safety."

If Robert hadn't been killed by Dio, this would be troublesome. His chance to seize actual control of the Special Intelligence Investigation Department would be delayed for a considerable time.

"They have been killed by Dio," Emily answered truthfully.

Standing beside her, Sunaga Takashi's pupils dilated, and killing intent surged in his heart. It was this blond man before him who had caused Ruriko Yokoo to be covered in wounds!

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Sunaga Takashi looked up.

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head at him, signaling him not to act impulsively.

If he attacked the CIA head now, the situation would develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Sunaga Takashi understood too; it was just that rage had clouded his mind a moment ago. He calmed down, his hand moving away from his knife hilt.

Some agents' hands still hadn't left the insides of their jackets.

Jack sensed the atmosphere was amiss and his gaze swept towards the young man.

"I apologize. He can be a bit hot-headed at times. I hope you understand," Emily said, though she was reluctant. It was necessary, given the CIA's power. Even if they made a mistake, their responsibility could not be pursued too deeply.

"So, he's Sunaga Takashi," a look of realization dawned on Jack's face as he recalled this young man had slain the two agents sent after him. His eyes held a trace of admiration as he said, "My apologies. I know some of Robert's actions were a bit excessive. It's a bit late for apologies now. But since you've all been drawn into this incident, it's best to listen to the mature opinions of the adults around you. Let's not pursue past matters. We also had two agents killed by you. We're even."

Jack had no intention of blaming Sunaga Takashi; in fact, he rather admired the young man. He liked individual heroism. Although he couldn't embody it himself, he held a particular appreciation for those who adhered to it.

"Where's Robert's body?"

"There's no body. Dio has awakened a new superpower that can obliterate a person, leaving absolutely nothing behind, yet it doesn't affect the surroundings."

Emily paused for a moment, then asked, "Does your CIA have a custom of having black patterns tattooed on faces?"

"Of course not."

"Then the black patterns on the deceased before death were likely a characteristic mark left by that superpower."

Emily confirmed her suspicion and suggested, "Since we both have the same objective, why don't we go up to the third floor and take a look at the scene?"

"Okay," Jack nodded.

...

A short while later, within the police cordon at the apartment entrance.

Okayama Buji suddenly noticed another black car driving towards them.

His expression turned grave, and his hand instinctively reached for the gun at his waist.

The CIA had already arrived. The Public Security Bureau's cars weren't like this one. Who could be approaching?

He felt a surge of nervousness. Present-day Tokyo was like a giant powder keg, its danger level no less than that of some small Middle Eastern countries. Walking recklessly on Tokyo's streets, one might unexpectedly encounter a dangerous individual. This car could very well conceal a burly man carrying a machine gun, ready to unleash a hail of bullets the moment the door opened.

His tension prompted the surrounding police officers to draw their guns as well, becoming wary of the vehicle.

The car didn't drive directly up but stopped by the roadside. A blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman emerged from the passenger seat.

Her black vest was stretched taut over her chest. Below, she wore loose-fitting wide-legged pants and Martin boots.

Her beauty made the police officers quickly lower their guard. How could such a beautiful foreign friend be a villain?

If one were to say she was "fierce," she indeed was very "fierce."

Okayama Buji didn't recognize the blonde woman, but he did recognize the woman who got out of the driver's seat. She had an indifferent expression, dressed in office worker attire, with coffee-colored stockings on her legs.

Yuzuki Suzuko. She used to be Mayers's assistant. Has she found a new boss now?

The two women approached.

Okayama Buji stepped across the police cordon and said in a low voice, "Sorry, outsiders are not allowed in here at the moment."

"I am Curtis Leinhardt of Interpol. The case that occurred here is related to Dio, isn't it?" The blonde woman flashed her Interpol credentials, intending to openly participate in the investigation of the Dio incident. This was a task assigned by her superiors.

Okayama Buji's heart sank. He shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. In Tokyo right now, besides Dio, who else could get the CIA and the special task force to mobilize together? He's a major fugitive from Moscow. I have the right to intervene in any investigation concerning Dio. Please do not obstruct me."

Curtis crossed her arms and walked straight inside. If Okayama Buji dared to block her, she would make him understand the meaning of 'motherly solicitude' and that molesting a woman was a very serious crime.

Okayama Buji felt helpless against such thuggish behavior. He retreated, saying, "Miss Curtis, you're making things very difficult for me."

"There'll be nothing to make difficult if you just let me in."

Okayama Buji gave a wry smile and stepped aside, letting Curtis pass.

As a scion of a police family, he hadn't met Curtis before, but he understood that this Interpol officer's status was special. The KGB, the CIA—neither was an organization he could afford to provoke.

Ironically, this was Japan. But that was reality. The only ones he could possibly try to stop were those from the Public Security Bureau.

…

Curtis smoothly made her way into the building.

She saw no one downstairs, nor could she hear any sounds of activity from other rooms. She went directly to the second floor, glanced around, and then proceeded to the third.

There, Curtis found CIA agents guarding the corridor. They wore sunglasses and identical black suits, standing in a line, looking quite formidable.

Curtis walked up to them nonchalantly.

A CIA agent immediately asked, "Who are you?"

"Curtis Leinhardt of Interpol. The person beside me is my assistant, Yuzuki Suzuko," she introduced herself and Yuzuki Suzuko.

The CIA agents immediately blocked the way. Before them, even if the Prime Minister himself arrived, they wouldn't need to show any deference.

The faint sounds of conversation from inside stopped.

Emily glanced sideways at the door and muttered, "Okayama is truly useless. He was told to guard the door, and he couldn't even stop a single person."

Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged. "I don't think we can blame him."

"Indeed. The matter ends here." Jack stopped his conversation with Emily and the others. Curtis, outside the door, was not an easy person to deal with.

According to CIA investigations, Curtis's file indicated she had joined Interpol a long time ago. However, her actual appearance was only this month, suggesting a fabricated identity. The supposed sibling relationship with Mayers might also be a fabrication.

The reason for this suspicion was that Mayers's background was too clean; everything from his birth to his arrival in Japan was transparent. Such a profile was inconsistent with that of an underworld forensic scientist, leading the CIA to suspect his records might have been secretly tampered with. While their superiors couldn't confirm the relationship between Curtis and Mayers, they did confirm that this individual was with the KGB.

However, the CIA was not inclined to deal with Curtis directly. There was an unwritten rule, or perhaps a tacit understanding, among agents. Unless it was a traitor who had betrayed their organization, most agents would only assassinate non-agent personnel. Conversely, agents wouldn't easily resort to all-out combat against each other; instead, they engaged in battles of wits and bloodless intelligence struggles.

Thus, the CIA, unless faced with no other choice, would not opt to use force to deal with Curtis. If they eliminated Curtis, the KGB would dispatch even more personnel to seek information about Dio. This was because Dio was important enough for the CIA to break this unwritten rule, implying he held extremely vital intelligence.

…

Jack stepped out of the room where Robert had died. His subordinates outside immediately cleared a path.

He stared at Curtis and asked, "What is Interpol doing here?"

"I came to Tokyo to track down Dio. Where is the victim's body?"

"This is all a misunderstanding."

"A mere misunderstanding would cause the CIA and the special task force to seal off the scene?"

"If we didn't seal it off, how would we know Dio's killing was a misunderstanding?" Jack replied coolly.

Emily nodded. "That's right. If you want to inspect, please go ahead. We have no objections."

The reason Emily spoke up for the CIA was that she had struck a deal with Jack. She had requested Jack to cancel the surveillance on their special task force, and in return, she guaranteed her team would prioritize submitting their reports to the Special Intelligence Investigation Department. She hadn't brought it up earlier, naturally, because Emily thoroughly detested Robert. As for Jack, Emily rather appreciated him. He wasn't particularly brilliant, but he was very sensible. That made him a good partner for cooperation.

"Then I won't be polite," Curtis smiled and walked into the room.