Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 700 - 698: Chitose: You’re All Useless Teammates

Shinjuku, Tokyo Park Hyatt Hotel.

Aozawa appeared in the master bedroom of the presidential suite, opened the small fridge not far from the bed, and took out a bottle of chilled Pepsi.

Pop, he tossed the pull tab into the trash can and took a big gulp of the icy cola.

"Whew, that's strong!"

Aozawa exhaled in satisfaction, his mind beginning to ponder the issue of reducing players.

The number of remaining players in the third round of trials was too many.

Currently, there were surprisingly 8,963 players.

A significant reduction in the number of players was necessary tomorrow.

Continuing the day after tomorrow.

To ensure that by Saturday, there would be only one hundred participants left in the trial.

This major reduction was a change in Aozawa's original plan.

Seven days was too long.

He couldn't let the players advance too far, strengthening to the point where defeating monsters no longer enhanced them.

With this in mind, Aozawa wanted Dread Emperor to appear early on Saturday, catching even Xuanxiao and the Shadow Emperor off guard about his appearance time.

Aozawa made up his mind, turned the doorknob, and the sound of the wind whooshed from outside.

He stepped out of the master bedroom and saw Morimoto Chiyoda exercising in the living room.

After the third round of trials, her physical strength had increased even further.

As she swung her fists and feet, there was a distinct whooshing sound, like someone practicing with a stick.

With a turn of her foot, she kicked her right leg over her head towards the master bedroom, forming an enticing split jump.

The thin brown sweatpants were taut in this posture, outlining a seamless, full curve.

Aozawa's interest piqued, and he called out, "Chiyoda~"

Morimoto Chiyoda bent her right leg standing, then leapt up swiftly like a monkey. In mid-air, she rolled twice, and her long, slender legs clamped around Aozawa's neck like scissors.

Then, her waist showed extreme flexibility, arching like a bridge, her hands supporting her on the ground.

Her T-shirt fluttered, revealing a large expanse of snow-white abdomen, just above a shade of light purple.

Such a scene was fleeting.

Morimoto Chiyoda used the strength of her waist to lift Aozawa from the ground, tossing him backward.

Aozawa brought the cola to his mouth, avoiding any spillage.

His feet hit the ground, solid as an old tree's roots, his body not moving an inch.

Morimoto Chiyoda's feet also took advantage, hooking around his neck. Her slender waist applied force, and she straightened her body to sit on his shoulders, patting his head, saying, "What a good steed." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The thin sweatpants couldn't mask the warmth, and her elastic legs made one wish she would keep applying force.

"Chiyoda, you're so arrogant, it seems I need to teach you a lesson with a stick, to let you understand what male dignity means!"

Aozawa, full of righteous indignation, tried to touch her leg.

"Hehe~"

A soft, charming voice floated from above, as Morimoto Chiyoda, using his head as leverage, flipped and landed on the ground.

Without turning her head, she flicked her index finger accurately on Aozawa's forehead, "Don't rush, after dinner, I need to handle some work, wait until it's dark.

At home, clean up inside and out, ready to be pressed."

Morimoto Chiyoda looked back, her brows curved, lips with distinct red edges slightly curled, revealing a sly smile.

Today was another day she issued a challenge to Aozawa.

Aozawa would refer to this week as seafood week.

Seafood every day.

...

After lunch, Morimoto Chiyoda needed to work, and Aozawa, with nothing else to do, sent a message to the Hojo Siblings, asking them to head to the leisure center in the building for some fun.

Since the players couldn't leave, they had to stay in this building. The CIA funded the renovation of the floors near the hotel and specially created a leisure center for them to enjoy outdoor activities without needing to go out.

Activities like basketball and table tennis, any sport they could play.

Ding, with a light sound, the elevator door opened, Aozawa stepped out, and a familiar face came walking down the warmly gold-decorated corridor towards him.

"Yo, Aozawa~"

The person greeted him warmly.

Aozawa was a bit surprised, "Peter, what are you doing here?"

Peter smiled, addressing the people around him: "You guys go ahead; I need to catch up with an old friend here."

The four youths with him all nodded and entered the elevator.

Peter smiled, "You know, my family is Russian oligarchs, and I'm here on orders from above to meet others in our camp."

"Is that so? I thought everyone in this building belonged to the CIA."

"Now that relations between Russia and the United States have improved, some matters can be resolved at the negotiation table, as long as enough interest is offered.

Of these 600 people, we Russians have 20 spots."

Saying this, Peter sighed, "But of these 20, only six passed the three trials, and the remaining 14 have been eliminated.

Ah, if only I were selected too."

Even with Peter's optimism, he couldn't help but feel a trace of helplessness.

In the same class, several people were selected, but he was left behind. It didn't feel good for Peter.

But he quickly adjusted his mood, smiling brightly: "Congratulations on passing the third trial, keep it up.

If you make it to the seventh round, the name of our Year 2 Class C will appear in the eyes of leaders from various countries."

Peter punched Aozawa lightly on the shoulder.

He was tasked by the higher-ups to manage this matter and naturally knew who was most likely to pass the trial in Japan.

Among the list of those people, Aozawa, the Hojo Siblings, and Phoenix Academy Maggie were all notable names.

"I never really thought about such things."

Aozawa smiled.

Peter smiled, watched the elevator arrive, and said, "I'll be off then, take it easy, and say hi to your partner for me."

"No problem."

Aozawa nodded.

Peter entered the elevator and returned to the guest room area above.

The elevator doors opened, and he saw four young people who had passed the trial waiting there.

They appeared much more upright than before.

After all, there are distinctions among those who undergo the trial.

"Peter, do you know Aozawa?"

"We are classmates, even desk mates."

Peter bluffed without changing his expression. The last row had three tables, rounding it up, it wasn't wrong to say he was Aozawa's desk mate.

It's much more convenient to talk about connections with strong insiders among this group of inflated trial participants than with external forces and powers.

After all, the best way to integrate into a circle is not by using money or power from the outside, which only makes people superficially accept you while still looking down on you internally.

But knowing a big shot within the circle changes the relationship entirely.

Peter was well-versed in borrowing power from others.

...

Shinjuku Central Building.

Soft sunlight spilled onto the ground outside, as Morimoto Chiyoda drove into the underground parking lot, all the way to her parking spot.

Turning off the engine, opening the door.

Outside was Yuzuki Suzuko waiting, dressed in a white-collar suit, her calves wrapped in brown hose, below were high heels.

"Good afternoon, Director Morimoto."

"Coming to work every day, how could it get better?"

Morimoto Chiyoda complained.

Yuzuki Suzuko calmly said, "But for many people, such a work life is something they can never aspire to in a lifetime.

Director Morimoto's words would definitely have them grinding their molars to dust."

"Nothing to do with me."

Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged. She had been temporarily relocated to work at the Shinjuku Central Building instead of the Port District because of her residence at the Tokyo Park Hyatt Hotel in Shinjuku.

With Yuzuki Suzuko, she entered the elevator, heading straight to the thirty-first floor.

In the large office, there were still various instruments, including a large radar, but the staff working there no longer engaged in surveillance; instead, they were responsible for liaising with personnel from various departments.

The nature of the work had shifted to centralized coordination.

Those desks piled with documents looked no different from those in other company's large offices.

A sign on Morimoto Chiyoda's desk indicated her position as a director.

But Morimoto Chiyoda didn't rush to sit down, instead, she went with Yuzuki Suzuko to Jack's office first.

"Congratulations on passing the third round of the trial, would you like some alcohol?"

Jack, full of smiles, took out his stash from a drawer.

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head and said, "I'll stick with red tea."

Jack asked Yuzuki Suzuko to pour her red tea, while he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

After pouring a cup of red tea for Morimoto Chiyoda, Yuzuki Suzuko left the office.

"Morimoto, you came just in time. I wanted to discuss something with you. Riki mentioned that at 4 AM tomorrow, Clown's ship will approach Pier 36 at Tokyo Port.

It will be met by the Yamamoto Cargo Company under the Tohno Group.

The Operations Director wants to lead the team himself. Should I agree?"

Jack voiced his dilemma, wanting to use action to wash away the failure of the Mary incident.

He wasn't sure if he should let the other party handle it.

"Don't agree."

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, explaining, "Riki's intelligence may not be reliable. If you mobilize your operations team now, and the intelligence is wrong, it wouldn't look good for you. Using the Metropolitan Police Department would avoid that concern."

"But can the Metropolitan Police Department handle Clown and his people?"

Jack looked worried; after all, the firepower of the Metropolitan Police Department was still a notch lower. Clown is a well-known international arms dealer, and beneath him is a decently strong mercenary team.

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled, saying, "Having Okayama lead the SAT team would be enough to handle it."

"Alright then."

Jack trusted her judgment and took another sip of alcohol. "I got news that someone saw a fight between Unicorn and Shadow Emperor's soldiers in Juneau.

That batch of Shadow Soldiers was killed, and the British trial participant who witnessed the scene was also killed by Unicorn.

The other party claimed to have the Heaven and Earth's Exquisite Pagoda, stating it had strong defensive capabilities, but it was still shattered by Unicorn in one strike.

Unicorn's strength is indeed terrifying.

Even if a dozen trial participants find him, I'm afraid they wouldn't be opponents.

You must be careful."

"How's the United Nations meeting going?"

Jack wore a bitter smile, "Sigh, the United Nations holds meetings every day now.

I also hope to agree on a specific protocol."

Morimoto Chiyoda drank some red tea, not holding much hope in her heart.

Trust between people isn't easy, let alone between countries.

The United States claims Dread Emperor can destroy the world just like that?

The United States once brought a bag of laundry powder to the United Nations, swearing it was a weapon of mass destruction.

When all's said and done, the US's credibility has long been overdrawn among countries, even allies likely half-believe and half-doubt this information.

They fear that if it's suggested to unite efforts, once all non-American trial participants gather, they'd be wiped out.

Could the United States do such a thing?

Every time other countries harbor such doubts, the US manages to lower the nation's shamelessness threshold.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't expect the United States to make a difference at the United Nations, "It's still better for me to lead and have Japan's trial participants form a coalition against Unicorn, the chances are greater."

Jack stuck with a bitter smile, "I submitted your plan to the higher-ups, but Kochou wouldn't agree."