Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 580 - 578: The Shadow Emperor Strikes from Every Shadow

Adachi District, Ayase.

A solid-looking mansion stood in the courtyard, Aozawa stood in the living room, raised his hand, and used the ability of Fate Weaving, as dark threads surged from all directions.

In front of him, these threads tangled and wove into a book and a pen.

The Book of Destiny opened automatically, and Aozawa began to write Eden Burns's fate in the blank space.

Given the time difference, Eden should not be at work now. To find the whereabouts of those close aides, it would be too troublesome to run all over the place.

Rather than going through all that trouble, it would be easier to have Eden arrive at a designated location and then take care of him and those close aides all at once.

"Eden Burns is woken up by a phone call in a dream, something happens that forces him to immediately gather all his close aides for a discussion, they gather in the CIA's meeting room.

The above happens within half an hour."

Looking at the words he could write, Aozawa revised it again, and after trying, concluded that the fastest time was within ten minutes.

It only takes ten minutes to gather together; they truly are well-trained CIA agents, always ready to deal with major global events.

Aozawa was very pleased with their efficiency in rushing to their deaths.

He closed the Book of Destiny, glanced at the time, and prepared to use Global Travel to jump to Langley, where the CIA headquarters is located, and then use the Shadow Emperor to kill all those people.

Why does the Shadow Emperor want to massacre the CIA members?

This question doesn't need Aozawa to answer; instead, those people need to rack their brains to think if they've offended the Shadow Emperor in any way.

He chose the Shadow Emperor because naturally, he didn't want people to know that Eden's death was related to the actions in Japan.

That's why he used Mickey's pistol to execute the water army of the Informant Mickey, instead of using superpowers.

He didn't want to expose Ayatsuki Iroha, so he picked up a piece of watermelon with his right hand, took a bite, and quietly waited for ten minutes to pass.

...

Beep beep.

A call from across the ocean startled Eden awake.

The night outside the house was dim, but there wasn't a trace of darkness inside, with the United States near Mexico, a Shadow Emperor hidden underground, no one above dared to turn off the lights and sleep.

Afraid that upon opening their eyes, they'd find dozens of armored big men surrounding their bedside.

Eden only wore a sleep mask, heard the phone ringing, took off the mask, and the early morning air was a bit cool.

He picked up the phone and said, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Eden, Mickey from the Informant Mickey has disappeared, the thirty-six underlings below have all been silenced, and we can't get in touch with Slim's side either."

These short words made Eden frown, realizing inwardly that the situation was not good.

Slim's side needn't worry; even if he's caught or something unexpected happens, it wouldn't affect him.

The key is Mickey.

The CIA and Mickey had been in contact for some time, all handled by his people.

The relationship between Mickey and him was extremely close.

If that person fell into John's hands, things would become very troublesome. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

At that time, let alone his position as Director of the CIA, whether he could even stay on as Deputy Director was another question.

"Alright, I know, head to the meeting room immediately."

Eden said hastily, hanging up swiftly, then lifted the quilt and got up.

There was no one sleeping beside him.

Climbing up from a base-level agent to this position, Eden never believed in women, nor did he trust men.

He always slept alone at night, even going so far as to fabricate that his sleep was very unstable due to stress, with a habit of shooting people in his dreams.

In this way, even those close to him wouldn't casually approach him at night.

He sent a message to his inner circle, instructing them to gather in the meeting room.

Eden quickly changed out of his pajamas, into a tidy suit, and his silver-white short hair was combed again with a comb, then he washed his face.

He was well aware of the importance of appearance to a person.

If someone usually dresses neatly, but one day appears somewhat messy, it indicates that something beyond control has occurred.

If those above are flustered, it will also make those below follow suit and become chaotic.

No matter how anxious he was, he had to tidy up his appearance, only then could he stabilize others' hearts below.

The position of Director was something Eden dreamed of for many years, from age twenty-three to sixty-four.

Over the decades, he outlasted one CIA Director after another, finally becoming qualified to run for Director, even becoming a hot candidate.

Yet, he still hadn't made it to the day he took over as Director.

John, that brat, was just a branch director of the CIA Japan Branch with no qualifications to enter the election.

It's just that he got lucky.

The Dio incident made John leap to become a crony of the former director, directly hooking up with the president.

Taking away the Director position that was supposed to be his and falling into John's hands.

How could he swallow this insult?

Before retiring, he was determined to sit in the Director's chair, which had already become a life's obsession.

After tidying up his appearance, Eden immediately left the bedroom.

...

To show his dedication to work, Eden's home is only a hundred meters from CIA headquarters.

His confidants also live nearby, quickly approaching the headquarters from all directions, and turning on the lights, transforming part of the building from darkness to brightness.

None of this was known to Director John.

The network and entangled interests Eden had cultivated over the years at the CIA were not something John, the parachuted-in director, could influence.

It could be said he was just a title away from the director's power.

What he pursued was that very title.

The retirement benefits of a CIA director are vastly different from those of a deputy director.

Eden arrived at the CIA conference room, which was spacious, with chairs arranged neatly.

He sat in the director's usual seat for meetings. The heads of the four major offices—management, operations, technology, and intelligence—all gathered here.

Along with them were department heads from subordinate agencies, dozens of elite agents guarded the surroundings.

These were his core team in competing for the CIA director position.

Originally, the intelligence and management departments were under Lord's influence, who suddenly surrendered to John, causing Eden to completely lose his chance at the director's position.

But John failed to honor the agreement with Lord, resulting in Lord being imprisoned by the FBI, which naturally led to Lord no longer upholding the original agreement and switching his support to Eden.

It was through these people's maneuvers that he could operate under the radar, planning a big move across the ocean.

Eden glanced at his confidants and said, "I have bad news to tell you: Mickey may have been taken by John's people.

Or there might be another power behind Mickey, protecting him, but we need to assume the worst outcome. I need you to use your influence to find out who is behind Mickey.

If it's John, I must make Mickey stay silent. He knows too much."

The head of operations immediately nodded and said, "Rest assured, as long as we can find him, I'll have a way to make him keep quiet."

"As long as he hasn't gone to the Different World, I have ways to find him."

The intelligence chief quickly added, unafraid of making a promise he couldn't keep.

If he couldn't be found, it meant he had gone to the Different World.

"Very good."

Eden nodded, wanting to arrange the next step of the operation.

Aozawa had already infiltrated here.

"Ah!"

The agent standing nearby let out a scream, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present.

A blood-stained shadow blade emerged from within his body.

Eden immediately realized whose subordinate this was, wondering why that person suddenly attacked.

The agent beside him quickly drew a high-intensity light gun, specially designed to deal with the Shadow Emperor's soldiers.

With just a pull of the trigger, light as blinding as a flashbang would burst forth.

The speed of light was quick; the moment the trigger was pulled, it had already hit the shadow blade.

A sizzling sound echoed as the shadow blade dissipated in the strong light, but the agent also fell to the ground, blood flowing from the wound.

Eden's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Quick! Take off your clothes!"

As he spoke, he had already stripped off his upper garment.

The shadowless lights could indeed prevent their shadows on the ground, but darkness still existed inside their clothes.

Even after Eden took off his shirt, the shadow brewed a faint darkness beneath the shirt lying on the ground.

A Shadow Soldier emerged from that thin shadow, Eden's suit jacket quickly fell to the ground.

Its armor was evident, the right hand holding the katana at the waist, yet to be drawn.

Suddenly, intense light shone on the Shadow Soldier, causing it to vanish rapidly, and then shadow spikes burst from the agent who fired the gun, blood splattering onto the floor.

No matter how well-trained the agents were, they couldn't withstand the attack from between the body and clothes.

The head of operations immediately tore his clothes to shreds, discarding them, and leapt to Eden's front, ripping his pants as well, shouting, "Quick! Protect the deputy director and get out!"

The intelligence chief quickly hit the CIA's emergency button.

The beeping alarm sounded rapidly in the gloomy night, echoing through every corner and illuminating the entire building brightly.

The next moment, a shadow spike burst from under the intelligence chief's finger, penetrating his forehead and emerging from the back of his head.

The intelligence chief's eyes bulged wide, almost unable to believe the fact, but his body's strength quickly drained away from him.

His whole body slumped directly to the ground.

"Ah!"

Eden also let out a scream as a cluster of shadow spikes emerged from beneath his foot.

The head of operations caught the high-intensity light gun thrown by a subordinate and decisively pulled the trigger, the fierce light melting the shadow.

Yet, as he held the gun, his hand was suddenly pierced by emerging shadow spikes, "Ah!"

The head of operations immediately threw the light gun away, his heart full of despair, unable to defend against the Shadow Emperor's attacks.

Those guys left no shadow untouched.

But where in this world could truly be shadowless?

Even with supposed shadowless lights, the shadows inside clothes cannot be dispelled.

The darkness in the operations chief's hand quickly dispersed to both sides, one spike piercing through his brain, another through Eden's chest.