Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 659 - 657: Shattering the Heavens

The expansive grounds of William's mansion are vast, but the building itself is not tall—just two stories.

He's forgotten how many meters the second floor is above ground; purchasing this mansion was something he did a long time ago.

William hasn't lived here for a while.

When his wife Laxi wanted to run for president, the whole family moved to Washington D.C., but her campaign ended in failure.

Yet William still had no intention of leaving Washington D.C., only for Vincent to launch offensives that plunged the city into chaos.

The couple deeply sensed the instability in the United States, deciding to live separately.

He returned to this mansion in New York.

According to his estimation, the second floor shouldn't be more than four meters high. If he tied the bed sheets to the window, he should be able to jump down and escape.

Not to boast, but even at seventy-seven, William still possesses the prowess of someone in their fifties.

He runs to the window and opens it, letting the autumn breeze blow against his face. When he looks down, his eyes almost pop out.

"What?!"

William looks at the obvious, deep rectangular pit below. It's very deep.

At the edge of the pit is his lawn, swimming pool, and a vast expanse of forest beyond.

Now, the distance from the mansion's second floor to the ground appears to be over thirty meters.

William feels his limbs go weak; no doubt, this must be Dio's handiwork.

Despair fills his heart; there's no escape.

Thump, thump, a knocking sound echoes. William quickly turns around, pointing his gun at the door, his voice trembling as he demands, "Who is it?"

"It's me."

Upon hearing the man's response, William's pupils dilate. He had clearly remembered not blinking earlier.

Yet somehow the door had opened, and standing beside him was a tall, burly blond man.

At this moment, the wisdom from when he was president instantly takes over, prompting William to lower his gun and smile as he says, "Well, it's Mr. Dio. Please don't misunderstand; she and I are just playing a game."

"Bastard, who wants to play games with you, you beast in human clothing?"

The woman on the bed, despite her delicate appearance, has an extraordinarily fiery temper.

Her silver-grey eyes glared wide, as though wishing she could tear William, the beast in human form, apart with her bare hands.

William, with exceptionally thick skin, remains completely unflustered, saying calmly, "Ellie, no need to be so committed.

Our role-playing game ends here.

The large villa and luxury car you desire, I'll give them to you. If that's not enough, I can also buy houses for your parents and siblings in Texas, even your grandparents."

He chuckles, casually mentioning a list of family members that makes Ellie's face pale.

It's clear the other party conducted a thorough background check on her family before the violence occurred.

This villain is certainly no fool.

Aozawa curiously asks, "How would you explain the Drug Girl downstairs then?"

Upon hearing this, William's heart sinks; he had a Drug Girl brought over from Sixteenth Street to celebrate the possible existence of immortals.

"What Drug Girl? I don't know anything about it!"

William looks pitiful, helplessly portraying what it means to be a pitiable, lonely old man, "I'm too old, too tired; I leave house affairs to the Butler."

"No wonder with such thick skin you could become president."

Aozawa has to admire his presidential qualities.

Without further ado, Aozawa taps William's shoulder.

Suddenly, William feels his body lose control, his feet lifting off the ground, and he is suspended in mid-air.

He lets out a scream, thinking about the situations he might encounter, his face full of terror, "No, don't do this, Mr. Dio. We can still discuss things!"

Aozawa walks to the window, speaking leisurely, "We are in the sky; are the terms you offer higher than the sky?"

With a flick of his finger, William's body flies out the window.

"No!"

William's limbs flail in the air as if he were someone suddenly dropped into water without knowing how to swim.

The fear written across his face is so intense that even his pants show distinct watermarks.

Aozawa commands him to rush towards the ground, then glances at Ellie on the bed, who shrinks back; her rounded, plump outline sways accordingly.

Silver-grey eyes reveal a hint of terror, quickly covered by curiosity.

"Mr. Dio, what kind of person are you?"

Aozawa provides no explanation, stepping forward.

Ellie notices the ropes binding her hands and feet have fallen away, as if untied by an invisible hand.

She sits up, her face filled with excitement, "Amazing, can I follow you and work for you in the future?"

Aozawa places a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Wrap yourself in your blanket."

At his words, Ellie immediately wraps the blanket around herself.

The next second, Aozawa makes her float.

"Wha, ah!"

Ellie rushes out the window, letting out a scream, expecting to fall, but after a moment, she realizes there's no pain from landing.

She cautiously opens her eyes and realizes she's flying through the air.

"Wow!"

Ellie let out an exclamation and turned her head, only to find a handsome boy flying in the air as well.

"Were you sent here by Dio too?"

She shouted loudly.

Luke nodded and said, "Yes, he also turned me back into a boy."

His tone carried a hint of joy, his chest already transformed back to the firm flatness of a boy.

"Haha... wait, where is he sending us?"

After a brief excitement, Ellie suddenly had this question in her mind.

Soon, she no longer had such doubts.

Tall buildings and low houses were mixed together, forming a very majestic city.

The outskirts were the newly built factories.

This place is New York.

Ellie was full of surprise; if she remembered correctly, Westchester County should be about 53.2 kilometers from New York.

In such a short time, how fast do the two need to fly to reach New York City?

...

New York, City Hall.

The hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway of the office, followed by a knock on the door, waking David, who shouted outside: "What happened?"

He hadn't changed any clothes; he got up directly from the sofa.

Due to too many recent events, David lived directly on the office sofa, didn't change into pajamas, just slept in a suit, and started working as soon as he woke up.

A set of clothes, if not reminded by the mayor's assistant Hank, he could wear for a week without changing.

"Mayor, a man and a woman flew in from the sky outside, claiming to be sent by Dio, saying there's an urgent matter to see you."

"Let them in."

"Okay."

Hank answered softly, opened the door, and stepped aside, letting the man and woman behind enter the office.

David saw a beautiful blonde woman wrapped in a blanket, walking in aggressively, alongside her was a shy, delicate boy.

David casually rolled up the blanket and stuffed it aside, saying, "Sorry, I just woke up, do you want some tea?"

"No need."

Ellie shook her head. She thought for a moment, believing that Dio sent her over, possibly to expose William's atrocities to David.

That's why she requested the meeting.

She had heard some things about David online, thinking it was just like other politicians putting on a show.

From the way he looked, he seemed somewhat genuine.

Ellie sat down, unconcerned like other female victims, in her view, she was the victim, why should she feel inferior?

It's not like she did anything wrong.

She truthfully recounted her experience of being drugged by William during a job application, taken to his mansion, and violated by him.

David's brows furrowed as he looked at the shy boy, asking gently, "Could you share your experience with me?"

The boy nodded, revealing his story.

His parents were deceived by a modeling company named Victoria, which led him to undergo a week-long company training, only to be sold to Sixteenth Street, injected with drugs, and forcibly turned from a boy into a Drug Girl.

This series of events made David clench his fist silently, and when he heard about William wanting to eat people, this anger uncontrollably erupted, cursing: "Beastly scum!"

After a moment, he came back to his senses, concealing his anger on his face: "Sorry, stay at City Hall for now, I must completely clear Sixteenth Street and Victoria!"

"Hank, you organize for them."

"Pym, guide the two to the adjacent lounge."

Hank turned to instruct another assistant, who would take the two out of the office, as he needed to stay and discuss with David what to do next.

The door closed, Hank sighed, "It's not an easy job, the situation involving William is too entangled."

"Even if it means causing an uproar, I must let all of the United States know what kind of atrocity William has committed, he even engages in cannibalistic acts.

I don't believe that Laxi lived with her husband day and night and didn't know what he was doing.

That couple is simply beastly!"

David was furious.

Even if he had to gamble his political career, he wanted to reveal this abominable affair to the public.

Hank understood his character well, "We can hold a press conference to expose this to the public.

However, before that, we need to arrest those on Sixteenth Street, only with solid evidence can William's charges be confirmed."

David nodded, then asked, "Who do you think should carry out this task?"

"I think Aaron would be a good choice."

Hank gave his suggestion and explained why he recommended him, "Aaron was previously an air force soldier at Andrews Air Force Base, working in intelligence; after being forced to retire due to the Vincent incident, he applied to the New York Police Department with his friends, showing exceptional talent and possessing certain socialist leanings, definitely capable of completing your mission."

"Good."

David nodded, he was no longer the novice oblivious to everything, he knew what socialism meant.

Since becoming Mayor of New York, and implementing a series of policies, the true left wing in the United States considered New York their stronghold.

Unlike other American politicians who like to suppress them, David appreciated giving left-wing individuals space to demonstrate their talents, "Then let Aaron lead the team."