Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 636 - 634: Battle for Supremacy

The sunshine shimmered through the sparse clouds, casting down on the narrow streets, with Kabukicho showing minimal foot traffic during the day.

Only at night does the sleepless street reveal its magical allure.

Moreover, the Big Fat Sheep Bar is situated in one of Kabukicho's secluded areas, attracting even fewer people.

No noise from here would garner much attention.

The burly man with a crew cut gripped oversized iron tongs tightly, securing Mary behind the door.

"This guy, has quite the strength."

Kitanotake could sense Mary's attempt to rebel.

Despite its short stature, its strength was indeed extraordinary, reminding him of the time at Miyahara Farm in Hokkaido, trying to tame the legendary black horse deemed the emperor of the century's end.

That was among his rare high school memories.

As one might imagine, he took quite a fall back then.

But now, he wasn't the same boy full of courage but lacking strength.

Kitanotake held the iron tongs firmly, adopting a horse stance, ensuring Mary couldn't break free.

Bang bang, a few forceful punches destroyed the door, with Katerina breaking it from inside, allowing Kitanotake to efficiently extract Mary.

He marveled at this monster from another world, still frantically struggling despite losing an arm.

With such severe injuries, even a martial artist might turn pale from excessive blood loss.

Mary was evidently an exception.

Its ferocity was overwhelming, with growls echoing through a towel as its limbs wrestled.

Seeing this, Katerina delivered a cannon fist to its face, sending it into a brief daze.

Ito Otome stepped forward with two boxes, wrapped in protective suits from head to toe, not just her, but Katerina and Kitanotake too.

No one knew if the monster's blood or scent contained toxins harmful to humans.

She dared not randomly inject sedatives into Mary's body, fearing adverse interactions that might kill it, greatly reducing research value.

The monster was to be captured alive at any cost.

Ito Otome simply bandaged Mary's severed arm and complained: "Did you really have to break its right arm so harshly?"

"Absolutely necessary, its strength combined with the serrations could easily sever a neck,"

Katerina explained, "To make a tiger harmless, you need to pull its teeth and clip its claws."

Kitanotake shouted inside: "What does the Metropolitan Police Department say?"

"Hang on."

Emily, receiving a call inside, exchanged words with Okayama Buji, shouting outside: "Soon the Shinjuku Police Station will dispatch a patrol car to transport Mary to their rooftop helipad.

An Osprey Helicopter from the U.S. Army will carry it to Yokota Airbase."

"Is it being sent back to the United States?"

"Not sure, we're just instructed to handle this part,"

Emily shrugged, having lost interest in Mary after capturing it, "Ito, clean up the arm and blood here."

"Got it."

After bandaging Mary, Ito Otome carried a cooler into the living room, patiently collecting all the blood stains on the ground.

She discreetly tucked a small package of blood into her lab coat pocket, took out her phone, and snapped a photo of Mary's right hand.

If sent to the United States, she'd miss the chance to dissect, so she aimed to keep some for her research.

Emily noticed her actions but said nothing.

Gently cradling Mary's right arm, Ito Otome gazed warmly, having never seen such a hand.

The surface serrations seemed to be bone, lacking fingers, the palm likely a single bone; she desired to dissect and uncover its design.

Ito Otome felt a strong urge.

Emily had to remind: "Don't mess with its hand."

"I know."

Ito Otome sighed, lamenting not getting the chance to dissect such a marvel, eager to see its inner workings.

Alas, she'd trade thirty years of Emily's luck for the dissection opportunity.

...

Soon, following orders, the Shinjuku Police Station rushed to dispatch twenty patrol cars, alongside a massive truck, making a majestic scene.

Emily furrowed her brow: "Your operation is too conspicuous."

"No problem, with all these patrol cars, who would dare act recklessly?"

With a serious expression, the commissioner felt sending too few cars would result in personal blame if things went awry.

Dispatching such a fleet ensured any issues wouldn't fall solely on him.

"This is the cage meant for confining Mary; orders are to secure Mary inside,"

Meanwhile, the commissioner ordered handcuffs and shackles on Mary, preventing the towel removal from its mouth.

Kitanotake placed Mary into the cage, releasing and swiftly retreating.

The cage sealed shut.

"Woof woof!"

Mary immediately struck against it, tumbling onto the ground.

Kitanotake assisted by lifting the boxes aboard, securing them in the cargo area.

With a beaming face, the commissioner praised: "Truly the elite from the Metropolitan Police Department, could you join us to the Shinjuku Police Station?"

"I'm not a cop.""I have other matters to attend to."

"I'm fine."

Kitanotake was willing to follow to the Shinjuku Police Station, while Katerina and Ito Otome chose to refuse.

The director didn't insist either; he took Kitanotake along, not hoping that he would be of any use but simply wanting another person to share responsibility.

...

Under police escort, the truck traveled without stopping, until it reached the Shinjuku Police Station.

People not involved had already been cleared out in advance.

Outside the building, armed police were on patrol and defense, preventing any unexpected incidents.

The truck drove into the underground parking lot, where they unloaded the iron cage containing Mary.

Mary seemed resigned to her fate, lying inside without further commotion.

Kitanotake and others hoisted the iron cage onto a trolley, pushed it to the elevator straight to the top floor.

When the elevator doors opened, outside was the windy helicopter pad where the Osprey Helicopter stood alone ahead, its shadow stretched long. The surrounding air seemed shrouded by its powerful aura, giving a sense of an invisible pressure.

In front of it, human power felt insignificant.

Near the cabin, a blond man with a pompadour stepped forward with a full smile, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Move the goods into the cabin, leave the rest to us."

"Alright."

The director nodded, feeling a sigh of relief inside.

Kitanotake said nothing, merely fulfilling his task on this trip.

The iron cage containing Mary was placed into the cabin with six fully armed U.S. soldiers and two machine guns that looked exceptionally threatening.

To exaggerate a bit, these two machine guns alone could press the Shinjuku Police Station.

Yet, they arranged such an important item to be escorted by an Osprey Helicopter; truly fearless of crashes.

Kitanotake internally mocked the boldness of higher-ups.

The cabin doors closed, the rotor speed gradually accelerating, and the roar became increasingly deafening.

The Osprey Helicopter's body trembled slightly and then lifted off from the helipad.

...

As the Osprey Helicopter was about to fly out of Shinjuku's airspace, inside the cabin, the blond man was reporting to his superior, "Chief, I have gotten Mary and am currently escorting her to Yokota Airbase."

"Rivera, be careful on the way."

"Don't worry, if anyone dares to show up, I'll let them see who's boss."

Rivera chuckled lightly.

Suddenly, the phone's voice turned unclear.

His expression instantly changed, shouting, "Be careful, we're under attack!"

It was just a sudden burst of strong electromagnetic interference that caused the Osprey Helicopter to wobble.

The next second, a rocket launcher shot accurately through the cockpit windshield.

Boom, the windshield formed dense cracks, flames surged through the crevices, while shattered glass rained down, causing the pilot's face to splatter with blood.

The Osprey Helicopter immediately veered out of control, crashing towards a nearby building.

Boom, the building's glass curtain walls shattered like a scattering celestial maiden, falling towards the street below.

The intense impact caused Rivera and the six U.S. soldiers inside to collide with each other.

"Prepare to engage!"

Rivera reacted swiftly; the urgent priority was to guard Mary.

Beep.

Hearing the noise outside the cabin door, Rivera's pupils dilated, sensing that the enemy had seemingly foreseen their route and the building level of the crash, allowing for such thorough preparation.

He grabbed a soldier to shield himself.

Boom, the cabin door was blown open, the loud bang made Rivera feel his eardrums might burst.

As he felt dizzy, a hypnosis grenade was thrown in, its rapidly spreading gas made Rivera realize the dire situation as he inhaled, trying to cover his mouth and nose.

Yet his brain's consciousness blurred.

"Damn."

Rivera released the soldier in his grip, the silencer's soft sound caused his body to spray with blood as he fell backward.

Creek, the shattered cabin door was forcibly pried open, a tall and strong figure wearing a mask barged in, ransacking Rivera's body to find the keys.

Opened Mary's iron cage, pulled out the unconscious her, took away the frozen arm container and blood packs.

Before leaving, the drunkard glanced back again, pulling the trigger once more, firing a shot at everyone to ensure they were dead for sure before leaving.

He understood clearly that hijacking the helicopter to take Mary was just the first step; the key problem was how to evade subsequent reinforcements and pursuit.

Under the CIA's pressure, nearby police stations, including the CIA's action department personnel, would quickly arrive.

He had to follow Bruno's plan and evacuate from the building as swiftly as possible.

If he was slow, he would be surrounded layer upon layer.

In such tense circumstances, the drunkard took a swig of vodka, only alcohol could ensure no mistakes in his work, transforming him into a merciless machine.

The drunkard stuffed Mary into a suitcase, removed his facial mask, donned a disguised human skin mask, and quickly ran outside.

Due to the strong impact, people from other offices ran out to inquire about the reason.

The drunkard swung his fists and legs, taking over an elevator, descending to the parking lot on the negative first floor, hurriedly running out, meeting with Curtis and handing over the suitcase.

He changed into another human skin mask, headed towards another car, preparing to split up for action.