Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 529 - 527 The Evil of Human Heart_1

Discussions about the world’s situation filled a small coffee shop, while an intense meeting was underway in the United Nations building. Diplomats from various countries were communicating and exchanging information.

At Yokota Airbase, Morimoto Chiyoda prepared the necessary tools for exploring the forest.

A cargo ship on the high seas was intercepted by a warship, and Bruno and Abdullaye boarded the Iranian military vessel.

Meanwhile, in the forests of Jerusalem, Tani was using a satellite phone, not neglecting to command those outside. He constantly directed his trusted subordinates, closely discussing all matters, especially the two-state solution being debated at the assembly. Tani’s order to his subordinates was to stubbornly refuse to budge. In his view, accepting that solution would mean unconditionally ceding this part of Jerusalem’s forest to the Arabians. This meant he faced the end of his tenure.

He was unwilling to accept this, but he wasn’t foolish enough to blindly believe he could take on all the surrounding countries—it wasn’t realistic. Tani’s real confidence came from Anglo-Saxon capital. The United States was not Nett’s United States, nor was it the Democratic Party’s United States. The current United States had many who could represent its stance, and among them, the military-industrial complex was the loudest group. Tani’s courage to loudly defy the world at this juncture naturally stemmed from the covert support of these people.

They wanted to fight a war. A war that could sweep across the entire world.

With its military might, the United States was indeed capable of crushing all the Middle Eastern countries combined. As for whether crushing these nations might create an opportunity for a certain major Eastern power—that was not among Tani’s considerations. All he wanted was to retain his position as Prime Minister, using the still formidable military power of the United States to achieve his goals.

"You don’t need to listen to Nett. We’ll apply internal pressure to guarantee your interests in the Middle East."

"General Rond, with your assurance, I will definitely hold firm and oppose that proposal."

Reassured by the four-star general’s promise, Tani breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he had their support, he could continue to persevere.

A thunderous noise filled the sky—the sound of helicopter rotors. He looked up to see an armed military helicopter approaching and said, "I’ll hang up now. We can talk later."

"Okay."

As he hung up, Tani watched the armed military helicopter hovering overhead. A smile spread across his pale face. He was finally leaving this godforsaken place.

The armed military helicopter didn’t land, nor was there a place for it to do so; it just dropped a rope ladder.

Nock, excited, yelled, "Carry the Prime Minister! Let’s get over there!"

The people around him were also excited. They couldn’t wait to leave this place and quickly gathered, running towards the rope ladder.

At the hatch door, a soldier suddenly shouted, "Hey, what are you bringing with you?"

"Damn it, wasn’t it agreed that you’re not allowed to bring anything on board!"

They spoke these words with grins, their machine gun aimed downwards. The trigger was pulled, and blue flames erupted from the muzzle. Amidst a faint hissing sound, countless bullets rained down, not even giving Tani and his men a chance to react. The bullets had already torn through his smiling cheeks. In the torrent of blood splatter, everything below went silent.

To be certain, the soldier emptied all his bullets and swept his flashlight over the scene below, ensuring no one was left alive. He smiled, turned his head, and said, "We can go now."

"Okay."

The pilot’s face was ashen. As a man bought by the CIA, he was naturally not going to expose such an amateurish act of staging. He simply turned the helicopter around and headed back to the military base outside.

It was past three in the morning, deep into the night. But for many in the Middle East, this night was destined to be sleepless.

Julia sat in the company van, calculating how much money she had earned from tips and various gifts. The thought of becoming a little rich lady and easily covering her grandmother’s surgery costs made her heart pound. Her fingers tapped the screen, oblivious to any pain.

As they approached Tel Aviv, Julia finally figured out her earnings from the livestream. After deducting some loose change, it amounted to an incredible twenty-six million US dollars! This staggering sum made Julia dizzy. According to the contract she had signed, the company would only take a ten percent cut, and the rest would be hers.

Wait, what’s nine-tenths of twenty-six million US dollars?!

Julia suddenly froze. She had always struggled with math and found it hard to figure out how much nine-tenths of twenty-six million US dollars was. Furrowing her brow, she yelled to the driver up front, "Uncle Lado, how do you calculate nine-tenths of twenty-six million US dollars?"

Lado glimpsed the young girl’s beaming smile in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help a sneer. Heh, what a fool. Did she truly think the boss was a good person just because he did charity work? That man is black-hearted.

But Lado kept quiet. He had no connection to the girl. "You take your total, divide it by one-tenth," he said. "Then, you take your original total again and subtract the number you just got."

"Uncle Lado, you’re so knowledgeable."

"That’s right. Just because I only finished elementary school doesn’t mean I’m stupid."

Julia said no more, smiling as she began to calculate how much money she would receive.

The van stopped in the parking lot of the Tel Aviv Hotel. Julia got out. Her boss, Aaron, was standing outside the van. He was in his early forties, dressed in a smart suit, clean-shaven, and wore a kind expression.

"Oh! Welcome, Julia, the hero of our company!"

"Boss."

Julia tried to suppress her excitement, just as she was about to bring up the matter of splitting the earnings.

Aaron patted her shoulder affectionately, his face beaming. "I’ve already prepared a welcome party for you. All your colleagues are here. Tonight, we won’t go home until we’re drunk!"

"Hmm." Julia swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue. My boss specifically organized this welcome party for me. It would be a bit of a downer to bring up money before it even starts. Besides, it wasn’t long until dawn. Considering these things, Julia didn’t refuse.

Aaron’s eyes narrowed slightly. A flash of cruelty flickered within them before being quickly masked by warmth. He smiled and said, "Julia, your recent livestream was an unprecedented success. I see your subscriber count has risen to three hundred and sixty thousand."

"Really?" Julia’s face lit up with surprise. She had been too afraid to check the dashboard, fearing she’d see a stagnant, dismal subscriber count. She never expected to gain over three hundred thousand followers in one go.

"Yes. You’ll have to work hard in the future and not disappoint the netizens or me." Aaron continued to paint a grand picture for her, emphasizing, "From now on, the company will pour all its resources into promoting your livestreams. We’ll make you our top star."

"Hehe, thank you, Boss, for your support and guidance." Julia was overjoyed. Her future seemed incredibly bright, and she was no longer in a hurry to discuss her cut of the money.

Aaron escorted her to the elevator and up to a luxurious suite on the third floor of the hotel. Ten colleagues were gathered there, all prominent content creators signed with the company. Usually, Julia hardly ever got the chance to see them, but today, she met them all at once. On the table were many delicacies Julia had never seen before, along with expensive liquors whose names she didn’t recognize.

So luxurious! This is the life of a top content creator! Julia was thrilled.

"Julia, let me introduce you, this is..." Aaron led her around, introducing her to these top content creators, and they clinked glasses.

After several drinks, Julia felt light-headed, her replies becoming unusually animated. In a daze, she thought she saw her boss hand her something. Julia instinctively grabbed it, lifted it, and then realized it was a knife.

A knife?! She squinted. It looked like there was ketchup on it.

"Ah! Don’t do this, Julia!"

Don’t do what? What was she not supposed to do? Julia tilted her head, feeling dizzy and muddled. The world seemed to spin around her, and there was someone lying on the floor.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and police officers rushed in, quickly pinning her to the ground. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Don’t move!"

Even then, Julia felt strangely light, as if floating on a cloud, unable to process anything.

"Hehe." She giggled foolishly as the police arrested her. Later, at the police station, her statements in the interrogation room were incoherent. In truth, she had no idea what had happened. She groggily signed a document and was then taken to a holding cell.

Time passed slowly. As Julia’s mind gradually cleared, she felt the coldness beneath her and quickly sat up.

Where is this? Julia looked around and realized this was not the hotel. The room had a cold, sterile feel, furnished with only a single bed and a toilet in the corner. Wait, where’s Boss?

Bewildered, she went to the door and yelled, "Hey! Where is this? Let me out!"

BANG! BANG! She knocked several times but received no response. She then noticed her phone was gone. She clutched her head, trying hard to recall the previous night’s events. She remembered her boss taking her to the hotel suite, then drinking and talking about her experiences in the forest. Then, people around her started screaming. Julia frowned deeply, but she still couldn’t remember why that person had screamed, or why she had been arrested and brought here.

Footsteps sounded outside. She stood up as the door opened. Aaron entered with a man dressed like a lawyer.

"Boss, what on earth is going on?"

Aaron’s face was filled with regret. "Julia," he said, "I’m very disappointed in you. I never expected you to have a drug habit, let alone commit domestic violence against Makuka." As if he wouldn’t know whether Julia was a drug abuser.

"Who’s Makuka? I don’t even know him!" Julia yelled, pleading, "Boss, you have to believe me."

Aaron almost laughed. How could someone be so foolish?

"It’s too late to say anything now," Aaron continued. "I can only try my best to get you a shorter sentence."

When Julia heard she was going to jail, she panicked and cried out. "I can’t go to jail! My grandmother still needs someone to take care of her. Her surgery is scheduled for today! Boss, that money... can you use it to pay for the surgery fee first?"

"What money?"