Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 624 - 622: Aozawa Makoto Is Softhearted

In the evening, the sky over Tokyo was dyed a pale red, the sunset's afterglow scattering across the glass facades of the skyscrapers, reflecting dazzling light.

In the residential area, it presented a different scene, with ripples shimmering on the surface of the pool.

A sturdy man with thick eyebrows and slightly dark skin appeared here, dressed in a neatly pressed camouflage uniform, striding up to the entrance of the Kazefu Residence, observing the obviously dusty corridor and the shattered sliding door.

Nishize Daisuke stepped forward, the blood on the tatami had long since coagulated, the phone violently crushed beneath someone's foot.

There was a conspicuous long trail of blood in the living room; Nishize Daisuke followed the blood out to the corridor outside the living room.

He saw the deceased Nagai Kyoryu, judging from his posture, when attacked, he had crawled a distance while still alive.

Nishize Daisuke turned him over, noting a distinct indentation on the chest from a punch, pressing his finger to it, feeling no bones at all.

"This punch directly shattered the sternum, that kid is unexpectedly quite a skilled martial artist.

No wonder the Major General couldn't find him; with such skills, evading searches wouldn't be very difficult."

"Even if he's strong, he's still a kid; he had the ability to kill him but deliberately held back."

While speaking, another tall, thin man approached, his eyes cold and sinister, moving like catkins in the wind, his body swaying back and forth, "Having not been tempered through blood and fire, he's just a kid, softhearted to the point of being laughable."

"Don't forget, he has the CIA backing him, don't underestimate him too much."

Nishize Daisuke made this assessment, rubbing his chin, "Judging by the current situation, Morimoto Chiyoda probably hasn't fully sided with Kochou. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Otherwise, the two wouldn't need to head to the residence arranged by Kochou."

"Sooner or later, they'll stand opposite us; I really don't know what the Minister of Defense is thinking.

At this time, he should be taking thunderous measures, massively arresting people connected with them.

I can't believe Aozawa hadn't formed any close friendships in his class, or that Morimoto Chiyoda hasn't made any good friends over the years?"

The tall, thin man voiced his thoughts, believing that this approach could quickly force their whereabouts into the open.

Nishize Daisuke shook his head, responding, "You're oversimplifying the issue; the Minister of Defense is not the Yakuza of the Yakuza, he can't recklessly use such lowly means.

To serve as the Minister of Defense, he must build an image worthy of public trust.

If the citizens knew he used such methods, there would surely be animosity towards the already established cabinet.

Emperor Shinjin also wouldn't allow such things to happen."

"That's why I say those people are such trouble."

"Alright, we're the Minister of Defense's blade, so we shouldn't have opinions about his methods; report the on-site matters to the Minister, then receive the next instructions."

Saying this, Nishize Daisuke turned and walked outside.

"Funahashi-sama just wants us to continue pursuing Aozawa; is it necessary to report everything?"

"As I said, we're the blades, how can a blade have its own consciousness? We must act according to orders from above."

"Alright."

The tall, thin man shrugged.

They belonged to the elite bodyguard team of the First Division, different from ordinary soldiers in service.

Both had undergone the most brutal training, and they were loyal to the division leader.

They regarded the division leader's commands as everything, making them qualified hounds.

...

The deep blue night sky enveloped the heavens, tonight devoid of stars and moon, with neon lights illuminating various parts of Tokyo.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, it was also brightly lit.

In the banquet hall for entertaining foreign guests, a round table stood at the center, laden with a variety of exquisite dishes.

Emperor Shinjin, dressed in a formal suit, sat there having a conversation with his brother, Prince Nagahito.

As the Imperial Household was currently in a phase dominated by women, among the nineteen members, only five were male, which included the former Emperor, who was bedridden with a serious illness.

He had no sons, only a daughter, and in the third generation of the Imperial Household, there was only one male, which was his brother's son.

There were frequent rumors outside about plans for his brother's son to inherit the position of Emperor in the future.

But Emperor Shinjin had a strong aversion to that idea; he wanted his daughter to inherit the Emperor's position.

This desire intensified after Kochou obtained the position of Prime Minister; if there could be a female Prime Minister, why not a female Emperor?

To achieve this aim, Emperor Shinjin had already planned to reorganize Japan's domestic women's movement in the future, introducing advanced systems from Europe and America.

To pave the way for his daughter's accession to the Emperor's position.

Of course, he also needed to coordinate with his brother to prevent trouble from that side.

"Nagahito, we're family, and in governing the country in the future, we must unite and leave no gaps.

I want you to serve as the Minister of Labor in the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

From the phrasing used, Prince Nagahito understood the identity being used to speak and immediately expressed his loyalty to Emperor Shinjin.

Compared to being a prince with only a title, he naturally preferred to be a cabinet minister with real power, "I suppose Aiko will become an excellent emperor like you in the future."

This sentence expressed that his frail and sickly son had no intention of becoming the emperor.

Emperor Shinjin smiled, wanting to speak when the banquet hall's door suddenly opened.

Funahashi Hikoshiro, wearing a military uniform, strode in, with the family sword granted by Emperor Meiji hanging at his waist.

"Minister of Defense, you're just in time. Do you have any good news for me?"

Emperor Shinjin's face showed a smile.

Funahashi Hikoshiro appeared a bit awkward, stood in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty. The mouse is better at hiding than expected, but it's no problem.

Phoenix Academy Maggie and Aozawa, I have already dispatched elite teams to pursue, and also have information regarding Kochou.

She is very likely to make a desperate attempt tonight, sending a team to execute a decapitation strike against us."

Upon hearing these words, Emperor Shinjin slightly furrowed his brow and asked, "How many people?"

"Thirteen."

Funahashi Hikoshiro answered truthfully, and a smile reappeared on his face as he said, "Don't worry, I have deployed two battalions inside and outside the Prime Minister's residence, even heavy weapons have been redirected, with tanks hidden inside civilian houses to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Emperor Shinjin's face was solemn, "Is the information reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable. I have a mouse of Kochou concealed beside me; to numb him, I have never dealt with him, even intentionally leaking that we're gathering tonight to lure Kochou into using this risky tactic."

Funahashi Hikoshiro was full of confidence, having arranged everything; after tonight, there will be no need to worry about Kochou anymore.

For confidentiality, he arranged for people to hide in houses around the Prime Minister's residence.

Including the deployment of troops inside the Prime Minister's residence, all were moved secretly to ensure no one was aware.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Shinjin smiled, wanting to raise a glass in celebration with him when a loud sound suddenly erupted in the sky.

"What's that noise?"

"Bomber!"

Funahashi Hikoshiro was not incompetent; he immediately recognized something was wrong from the sound. Tonight, no information was notified about U.S. bombers conducting an exercise over Tokyo.

...

Rumble.

Three B-52 bombers, like silver lightning, slashed through the dark sky with flames at the tail appearing particularly bright against the night, dancing like a dragon in the air and illuminating the surrounding clouds.

Three B-52 bombers aimed at the buildings housing soldiers ambushed around the Prime Minister's residence, deploying AGM-86B missiles for a precise strike.

Boom! The deafening explosion accompanied by intense light illuminated the entire night sky. The shock wave and fireball generated by the explosion instantly ignited the surrounding air, forming a spectacular pillar of fire soaring into the clouds.

The surrounding glass shattered, and soldiers hidden inside the houses suffered ruptured eardrums, falling down in agony.

Kochou watched the scene through binoculars from afar, thinking it was truly a spectacular sight.

She put down the binoculars and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time to launch a ground assault on the rebel forces."

On the rooftop, the divisional commanders of the Sea, Land, and Air Self-Defense Forces, excluding commanders of the First, Third, and Sixth Divisions, were all present.

Kochou knew very well that to reclaim power, she had not only to rely on the U.S. Army but also needed the help of the Self-Defense Forces officers; only then could she convince the people that she rose to power on her abilities rather than relying on the U.S. Army.

The latter would easily make the people consider her a traitor.

If relying on the Self-Defense Forces to reclaim, then she could say she was the Prime Minister by popular demand.

"Rest assured, Prime Minister, we will definitely eliminate the rebel forces and rescue Emperor Shinjin."

The head of the Self-Defense Forces, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, responded loudly. He wore glasses and usually appeared serious and unsmiling, but in flattering, he outpaced those juniors, knowing when to express loyalty.

From this moment, the video of their gathering here would also be uploaded online.

Since the Seventh Fleet firmly stood by Kochou, her plan became increasingly bold, contacting the Joint Chiefs of Staff through the five major consortiums, negotiating terms with the Self-Defense Forces officers to get them to choose sides.

As for the First, Third, Sixth Division Commanders of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force, they could only be sold out.

They're not familiar.

"Funahashi Hikoshiro harbors evil intent, not only slandering me but also holding the Imperial family hostage. The ground forces, when attacking, must be cautious, absolutely not harming the Emperor."

"Rest assured, Prime Minister, we will definitely ensure the Emperor's safety!"

Those present all made assurances, looking every bit the loyal ministers of the Emperor.

Kochou showed a gentle smile, but inside was a cold sneer.

After tonight, the history of the Emperor, no, the entire Imperial Household, will end at this moment, and the Imperial Palace will welcome a new owner.

Kochou had already decided that after ending this rebellion, she would use the destruction of the Prime Minister's residence as an excuse to move into the Imperial Palace to start handling state affairs there.