Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 592 - 590: Genius and Clown

Early morning, Langley Air Force Base, the night sky was dim.

Beams of light arranged by experts illuminated the base and Air Force One, leaving no shadows.

Even though the bloody incident at the CIA headquarters indicated that such lighting was no hindrance to the Shadow Emperor.

Yet, Air Force One still maintained this high level of electricity consumption.

Nett was urgently awakened from his slumber.

Since the fervor over the Different World had intensified, he had grown accustomed to working in the middle of the night.

Nett wore thin pajamas, and beneath this uninspiring attire, his age was clearly evident, unlike when wearing suits and ties, which made him appear like a formidable figure who had not yet succumbed to senility.

Changing into pajamas reduced that decisive aura.

He knew this was damaging to his image.

But changing into pajamas and then back into a suit was a troublesome ordeal for someone of his age.

Nett looked at the lengthy report below, his brows furrowing noticeably.

After reading, he tossed the report onto the table, dissatisfied, "What exactly is Frans trying to do?

Does he just want to be unconventional!

To prove he's smarter and more rational than everyone else, even though the facts are right in front of him, he still clings to his own ideas.

No Different World, no monsters, just a superpower user who loves to play tricks, an arrogant fool!"

As he cursed, Nett's aged face showed visible anger. If there's nothing, doesn't that mean his dream of longevity and reaching Paradise is just wishful thinking?

Moreover, the creatures from the Different World indeed advanced technology to a certain degree.

Without the ghosts, how could smart armor make a major breakthrough?

Without the Brain Bug, solving the chip problem would be even harder.

Intelligent people are utilizing Different World creatures, eager to explore the Different World, unlike fools who refuse to progress with the times, clinging to so-called scientific concepts.

Can science explain the Different World?

"It's not good to keep him in the White House staff team."

Nett was icy-faced, deeply annoyed by that brat Frans.

At his age, he could easily regard the 36-year-old Professor Frans as a brat.

He needed talented people, but this talent had to be used in the right way, pondering how to meet Dio's conditions for reaching Paradise and researching the altar texts.

And the intentions behind the images from Dio's Relics, rather than nitpicking.

They had no understanding of even one civilization from the Different World, so not understanding what the scraps of words meant was perfectly normal.

Due to ignorance, to deny the existence of the Different World is evidently arrogant.

The Secretary of State gently reminded, "We have always advocated saying what you think, promoting talented people, and now kicking him out might cause bad influence."

"If it weren't for that reason, I wouldn't have let him stay this long."

Nett, dissatisfied, pushed the report forward once more, "Look at what he says, just because there was a murder case on the street in Japan, and then he linked that case with the incident in Los Angeles.

He claims both murder cases were committed by the same person, and the timing is Tokyo's Monday, fitting the initial hypothesis of a new superpower appearing every week."

The Secretary of State picked up the report on the table, skimming through it quickly, also understanding why Nett was so furious.

The report almost pointed at them saying not to dream of longevity, saying there's nothing there.

Of course, Frans being a man of letters, his way of criticizing was different from ordinary people, directly drawing a mind map as the report.

The time span was vast, with each line clearly showing how seriously Frans analyzed the matter.

Some issues could be explained, and some things clearly stated they hadn't been figured out yet.

This attitude of seeking truth from facts made it even more aggravating, as if throughout the world, only he was smart, a genius?

Did others not think of such problems?

But these issues they could all answer.

Monday is just a special day.

Forcing normal people's rational thinking to explain inexplicable powers is like trying to prepare tofu with a spicy hot pot method.

Utterly foolish.

No wonder Nett was so furious, for this professor to submit such a lengthy report with the aim to nitpick was simply disgusting.

"He's indeed not suited to remain in the White House staff team."

The Secretary of State set the report down, also feeling that keeping this individual in the White House staff team might affect the practical work atmosphere of the team.

They needed people who truly put their feet on the ground and worked, not someone trying to use such odd methods to prove he was different from others, an academic fraud.

Among those who disagreed with the crowd, aside from geniuses, there were certainly more clowns seeking attention.

"Why don't we just send him to Tokyo to implement his so-called concepts, out of sight, out of mind."

Hearing the Secretary of State's suggestion, Nett fell into a brief contemplation, considering it a good idea.

His impression of Frans had already turned into an academic fraud, an obstinate brat.

The patience of the past had turned intolerable after reading report after report, letting that fame-seeking imp pick holes in his dream of immortality.

"Do as you say."

Nett exhaled and asked, "What do you think about the Los Angeles incident?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"A burning knife and the calm surrounding attitude and malfunctions of the surveillance, I think it should be investigated whether Luola offended someone.

Or did the Black Hawk Gang offend someone? Among those people, see if anyone unusual can be found."

The Secretary of State was very cautious, not naming that this matter might be related to Dio.

Recently, there's been a lot of news about Dio, but most of it is fake, just some people doing things under Dio's name.

Some methods are crude, while others are very clever.

The CIA and the Federal Bureau of Investigation are solving some cases considered related every day.

Nett nodded, continued discussing with the Secretary of State, until he suddenly showed a dazed expression, ending the meeting.

The Secretary of State exited the meeting room, having someone assist the President back to rest in the bedroom.

He was preparing to arrange for someone to notify Frans to head to Tokyo immediately.

The Secretary of State also wished for immortality, so he firmly believed in the existence of the Different World and Paradise.

In the United States and even the world, their faction dominated the power.

...

Although The White House was still under construction, the White House staff team wasn't working in The White House, but it was just a name.

Like a wife cake doesn't actually contain a wife.

The White House staff team not staying in The White House to work was quite normal.

They stayed on the western side of Langley Air Force Base, establishing temporary residences through mobile homes.

From the outside, it looked no different from workers' residences, but internally it was worlds apart.

The luxurious decoration was a given, consultants could freely choose their favorite bed, and the facilities could be augmented to their preferences.

Some liked carpets on the floor, some liked nothing at all, Frans was the latter.

His residing room had no semblance of a bedroom, more like a study.

Bookshelves were filled with books, and cases related to the Different World were densely packed on the desk and walls, creating an overwhelming scene.

Into the night, Frans had no intention of sleeping. He was researching a case transmitted from across the ocean to The White House, analyzing if the suspended bedroom murder case was Dio's doing.

He scrolled through the mouse wheel, looking at the detailed reports of the case.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite remarked, "Frans, I don't know what to say to you."

His friend's words made Frans look up but remained silent. He was naturally stuttering and disliked using verbal communication, typing on a small computer instead, which voiced the response.

"Then just get to the point."

The emitted voice wasn't masculine, rather a mature and seductive feminine tone.

Of course, this wasn't due to Frans identifying his gender as female, he was confident in his full male identity physiologically and psychologically.

He simply enjoyed downloading and collecting various female voices, synthesizing them into electronic female voices, getting the sense a virtual female assistant was translating for him.

Why such trouble instead of hiring a real female assistant? That was due to his certain level of social anxiety towards the opposite sex.

If a beautiful female assistant were indeed beside him, it would make him incredibly uneasy.

The imaginary female assistant was the best kind of assistant.

Seeing his refusal to be persuaded, his friend stopped urging, and said, "I received word from the Secretary of State, saying that the higher-ups approved your theory and want you to head to Tokyo immediately to confirm it.

Though verbally supportive, they essentially want to boot you out of the White House staff team, distancing you from the power center."

"Is that so? Then let's not delay, let's depart."

The seductive voice swiftly changed to a crisp and lively girl's voice.

Frans showed no surprise, having anticipated that his words would offend the others.

All related luggage had already been packed.

Frans was uninterested in power and status, wanting only to meet that superpower user once.

Having thoroughly researched the inscriptions on the meteorite and at Dio's relics, he was somewhat confident in determining those symbols had no meaning.

If the Different World also used Danish or English, and had similar languages, then the writing should share similarities.

Instead of these mystic-looking characters that ultimately convey no known meaning.

Of course, he could be as wrong as others suggested.

But Frans preferred to trust his hypothesis, everyone in the world was on the main road.

One more or less person wouldn't make a difference.

On this road, the White House staff team had only him forging ahead.

The former close friend Ditch and the great son of the Morgans Group, Ponte, had also perished in Tokyo.

Frans picked up his luggage bag, setting off on the road to Tokyo, planning to pay respects in the archives along the way.