Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 581 - 579: The One Who Knows Aozawa Is Chitose

Squelch.

The sound of the Shadow Spikes piercing through a human body was like someone crushing a pack of crispy noodles with force.

Eden glanced down at the black spike jutting out from his chest, dripping with bright red blood from its tip.

At the moment before that drop of blood falls, his life would be forever gone.

This fact was so clear that at this moment, even time seemed to have stopped.

The past flashed rapidly through his mind like a carousel.

Eden recalled his humble beginnings, relying on his boldness and ruthlessness, betraying teammates and superiors, combined with his ability to change face without any psychological burden, he quickly rose through the ranks in the CIA, defeating many rivals.

Ultimately, he reached heights that many could never attain in their lifetimes.

In the eyes of his family and many others, he was a prodigy, the quintessential example of a civilian's rise to power.

Even in his sixties, with a single gesture, dozens or even hundreds of young and beautiful women would gather around him, playing flutes and performing.

Why couldn't a life so successful end on a high note?

Eden's heart was full of unwillingness; he didn't want to die as just a deputy director and not the director.

Time seemed to suddenly accelerate as Eden's eyes, filled with reluctance, grew dim, and his pupils lost their luster. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Plop, a drop of blood hit the ground, blooming like a plum blossom.

Screams continued, with blinding lights flaring sporadically as agents made their last stand.

Other CIA agents, receiving the emergency distress signal, also rushed forward, trying to support those inside.

In the brightly lit director's bedroom in a corner of the building, John sprang up, stepping barefoot on the ground, chest bare, shouting out, "What's happening?"

He opened a drawer, took out two guns, and tossed a strong-light gun to his wife on the bed.

To be married to him, his wife was naturally not a delicate woman who couldn't do anything.

The agent outside reported back: "Director, news just came in, the Shadow Emperor has launched an assault on the conference room, the agents who went to assist are engaged with the Shadow Soldiers, suffering heavy casualties."

"FARK, with so many shadowless lights installed, and they still can't stop them?"

John cursed in anger, then decisively abandoned the idea of offering assistance, shouting: "Don't do something so suicidal, get out of here quickly."

John knew very well that since the other side wasn't playing a frontal assault, choosing instead to kill secretly, the current technology couldn't stop the Shadow Emperor's soldiers at all.

Installing these lights was just a hopeful move by the higher-ups.

Anyway, all electricity costs and renovations were covered by the federal government, not out of their own pockets.

John and his wife quickly left the CIA building via the emergency evacuation route, running outside without waiting for the other CIA personnel.

He got into a special car directly, hiding outside for a while, and didn't report to Air Force One.

If he reported recklessly in such an unknown situation, wouldn't it make him seem incompetent?

He chose to remotely control the agents until a report appeared stating that the interior of the building was stable before allowing those agents to return with him.

The agents were equipped with strong-light guns, flashbangs hanging at their waists, which might not necessarily work, but gave them the courage to step into the headquarters building.

John moved forward along the corridor, seeing one after another of the supporting CIA agents dead here.

Blood stained a wall red, and corpses lay in the corridor, forming puddles of blood.

John finally understood what "bodies piled up like mountains" meant. When he reached the conference room and pushed open the door, an even heavier stench of blood wafted out.

Under the bright lights, bodies could be seen everywhere, and right by the door, was the familiar Deputy Director Eden.

"Oh my God!"

John exclaimed, the corners of his mouth unable to suppress a rise, "What a sorrowful event, that our diligent and efficient Deputy Director Eden encountered such a fate.

Truly, heaven is jealous of geniuses."

John crouched down, reaching out to touch the neck, confirming the body had already gone cold, his inner laugh almost breaking his serious expression.

That damned old fool had always obstructed him from gaining full control as CIA Director.

Glancing again, the heads of the Intelligence, Operations, and Management Departments, looking at those familiar faces.

Besides his surprised delight, John couldn't help but wonder what these guys were up to behind his back that provoked the Shadow Emperor into such a massacre here?

He paused his patrol and turned his head, "Does anyone know what they're doing in Mexico?"

A dozen people exchanged glances, one stepping forward to say, "Director, I heard from the Intelligence Department that they recently learned of intelligence about an assassination attempt on Nied.

Deputy Director Eden's directive was to let it be."

Upon hearing this, John took a sharp intake of breath and said quickly, "Quick, inform Nied of the news immediately! Include the organization's name and address clearly!"

"Yes."

That person returned to the crowd, instructing another to call and inform Nied.

John surveyed the scene, finding the Shadow Emperor's temper too big; just because the CIA had intelligence and didn't notify Nied, he would execute a massacre here.

This was too unreasonable.

But thinking carefully, with the Shadow Emperor's style of operation, not stringing the entire CIA together could be considered a great mercy.

John had lost interest in the scene before him. He turned around to report the situation to Air Force One, while mentally deliberating on how to fill the vacant positions.

The Intelligence, Management, Operations, and Technology departments were areas where he previously couldn't place his personnel.

Right now, we can completely transfer personnel from the CIA Japanese Branch.

He's been managing there for many years and has trustworthy confidants, so it's just right to make room.

Of course, it's not for Jack to plant his own people, but for those who want to enter the headquarters to be redirected to the branch.

Director John always has to accommodate those who want to enter the headquarters rather than completely shut them out of the CIA.

Even though Air Force One repeatedly emphasizes abandoning personal and nepotistic relationships, in practice, standing at their position, who wouldn't want their relatives and friends to rise up to ensure mutual support?

Including Air Force One, isn't he also seeking benefits for his own family and friends?

John certainly won't be a rigid person.

...

Tokyo, the top floor of the Intelligence Section Headquarters in the Port District.

Morimoto Chiyoda stayed in her office; there was still some time before getting off work, so she simply went through the videos and summary reports on the surveillance of Kochou to see if someone inside the Intelligence Section went easy on Kochou.

She had not finished watching them when her desk phone suddenly rang. Her right hand tapped the speakerphone, "What is it?"

"Morimoto, it's bad news; there's just been a major earthquake at the CIA headquarters. Shadow Emperor unleashed a massacre there because the CIA failed to report threats against Nied.

All four directors and the deputy director, along with some section chiefs, were killed. The death toll on the scene has reached sixty-three!

The leadership is facing a massive shake-up!"

Upon hearing Jack's words fired like a machine-gun, Morimoto Chiyoda stopped playing calls between the Prime Minister and the subordinates, and rubbed her forehead.

Ever since she reached her high position, Morimoto Chiyoda encountered various messages daily, making her deeply understand that the world is never peaceful.

Previously, others bore the burden, now she was the one burdened.

"Calm down first, just tell me – is their death good or bad for us?"

"For Director John, it's a godsend; for us, it's terrible."

Jack sighed deeply, thinking of John's prior notice to him, said gloomily: "With the four directors' vacancies, Director John plans to transfer the current three section chiefs and some confidants to the headquarters to fill vacancies.

In exchange, people from the headquarters or elsewhere will be transferred to the CIA sub-bureau to replace the three section chiefs and those confidants."

"I'm not included in those three section chiefs, right?"

Morimoto Chiyoda had to clarify this; there was no room for carelessness.

Jack replied naturally, "No, Director John only intends to move his confidants over.

Without transferring me, he wants me to continue sitting here to maintain control over the CIA sub-bureau to ensure his information flow regarding Dio."

"Alright, I know you are one of John's confidants too."

Morimoto Chiyoda leaned back, understanding what Jack was worried about. Now, to some extent, the CIA sub-bureau had been tamed by Jack, and suddenly there would be a massive personnel change.

The people involved would all have backgrounds, which naturally was bad news for Jack, who had just gained grasp over the CIA sub-bureau.

After all, he would now have to divert his efforts to adequately manage the power within the CIA sub-bureau.

"Adapt without changing; let's talk about it when those people come."

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't prematurely offer any advice, as it would be foolish to suggest taming strategies without knowing the new chiefs' temperaments.

"Alright, I'll hang up now."

"Okay."

Morimoto Chiyoda hung up the phone; it's really one wave after another.

She glanced at the desk clock; it was exactly five o'clock.

Good, it's time to clock off.

...

Avoid working overtime if you can; that's Morimoto Chiyoda's principle.

She returned home, opened the door, and there stood a fine-featured young man at the entrance, "Welcome back, Chitose."

"Hmm."

Morimoto Chiyoda's mood brightened as she stepped forward to take off her shoes.

Aozawa observed her bending over, revealing the magnificent scenery at her neckline, laughingly remarked, "Chitose, could you sign something for my class monitor later?

She really admires you and says you're the most outstanding woman of the new era, so maybe add a few words encouraging her study?"

"Last time's girl, huh."

Morimoto Chiyoda recalled the young girl who had lived here before, "You've got a thing with her?"

"No, we're just friends."

"I understand what you mean."

Morimoto Chiyoda responded with a smile that made Aozawa internally cry injustice, genuinely having nothing with the class monitor.

"For now, anyway."

As if she saw through Aozawa, she preemptively uttered this phrase.

Aozawa found himself at a loss for words.