Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 727 - 725: Dio, You Don’t Want To... Either

Outside the residence, the bright street lights illuminated the street, with no pedestrians passing by.

Riki huddled in the temporary rental apartment, perhaps someone in the same field was downstairs, but she had no intention of exposing them and maintained a mutual understanding to not disrupt each other.

She quietly watched the surveillance.

The task given to her by the CIA was to monitor this place and see who entered and exited the residence to meet the Holy Lord.

To be honest, Riki inherited Professor Frans' belief and never trusted those matters related to the Different World.

Even after experiencing the trials in Alaska State, she had not wavered in her persistence.

If the professor was considered a fool or idiot by the world, she wouldn't mind being the successor of such a fool.

After all, there are so many smart people in the world, it wouldn't miss having one less like her.

However, the professor's philosophy was such that only she would inherit it; if she chose to abandon it, it would be announcing the complete failure of the professor's ideology.

Riki believed in the professor's judgment before his death; she took a bite of chocolate, leaned her body backward, while her black leather jacket perfectly outlined her curves, sitting in a casual manner.

If someone glanced by, they would definitely see the evident curves outlined by the leather pants, akin to camel toes.

Riki was not in the habit of wearing anything underneath.

She just liked the feeling of spontaneity.

Swallowing the chocolate, Riki saw through the surveillance as the mansion's door suddenly opened.

The Holy Lord stepped out.

This was the first time Riki saw the Holy Lord's appearance, with a dragon head on a human body, eyes blood-red, yet surprisingly wearing green briefs in critical areas.

This modern-style attire was not enough to explain that the Holy Lord belonged to this world.

According to the intelligence provided by the CIA, the Holy Lord had started learning the Japanese language long ago.

There might even be unknown servants here.

Riki pondered over this, and suddenly noticed that the Holy Lord standing at the door seemed to be staring in the direction of her surveillance.

Through the screen, the fierce aura still surged towards her, causing Riki's limbs to turn cold and she instinctively turned her gaze away.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, fearing that if she moved slightly, her head would fall to the ground, or upon turning around, she would find the Holy Lord standing right there.

In her eyes, the Holy Lord was Dio, capable of appearing in front of or behind her at any moment, which wouldn't be surprising.

After a brief contemplation, Riki finally summoned the courage to turn back to the screen; the door remained open, and the entrance was empty.

The Holy Lord had left the residence.

Riki didn't know the reason, and immediately dialed Morimoto Chiyoda's phone, "Chief, the Holy Lord has left the residence."

"Really, you continue to stay there and watch for when he returns."

Morimoto Chiyoda hung up the phone.

The TV in front of her was playing a cheerful song; after a slight hesitation, she sent a message to Jack, letting that person know about the Holy Lord leaving the residence.

Then she posted about it on a forum, informing Emily.

Morimoto Chiyoda then continued practicing yoga.

With her current physical condition, she would surely surpass the yoga masters of past generations, achieving unprecedented success in the path of yoga.

As for the matter of the Holy Lord, knowing he left, there wasn't much they could do, merely enjoying the right to know.

Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't possibly run to Emily, shouting friendship and bonds, at most lighting incense at that person's grave.

...

Ding~

The phone notification sounded, and Emily put down the can she was holding, her face full of disdain.

Having gotten used to various home-delivered meals, eating this canned food felt like dog food.

Of course, it wasn't because she was delicate.

In reality, this canned food's long shelf life could fill her stomach, but expecting good taste was too demanding.

Although Emily bought what was once a top-selling canned food in Europe and America, its taste was still lacking.

Thinking about the meat sitting in a can for two to three years, pouring out water akin to corpse fluid.

Emily wanted to vomit.

If one was not a European or American who frequently ate canned foods, the taste would be unbearable.

Moreover, if Europeans and Americans had fresh food to eat, who would want to eat canned foods aged several years?

Unable to eat it, she unlocked her fingerprint and checked forum posts.

Katerina was eating tomato sauce noodles with relish.

The tomatoes were from the year before, while the noodles were produced this year.

She wasn't picky since being on the Middle East battlefield, she was already accustomed to these canned cooked foods, never complaining about the taste.

On the battlefield, having something to eat was the best thing, with no mood to worry about taste or health issues.

Emily glanced at the message from Morimoto Chiyoda and slightly furrowed her brows; the Holy Lord left the residence, where was he going?

Is it possible that he discovered her whereabouts?

But she hadn't stepped out.

To avoid anyone knowing someone lived here, the safe house didn't even have its lights on, relying on canned foods for sustenance.

Emily pondered and replied: "Okay."

After finishing the noodles, Katerina drank the time-rich soup and took out a napkin, wiping her mouth, "What happened?"

"The Holy Lord left Thirty-four Ryuu's house, not sure where he went."

Emily truthfully answered, her heart swelling with anxiety, wondering if this place had been exposed after all.

If that were the case, then she would have to consider where to go next; one safe house was simply not enough.

Her heart swelled with irritation, feeling there were too few safe houses prepared; after this crisis passed, she must spread them across Tokyo, setting up multiple safe houses.

Now we can only hope they can hide for three days.

Let the enraged Holy Lord kill the Thirty-four Temple brothers and Kosaburo Kikuta, then she can breathe a sigh of relief.

If Dio's reinforcements arrive, perhaps they could even threaten the opponent to help.

"Dio, you wouldn't want to miss the chance to ascend to Paradise, would you?"

Emily, thinking about all sorts of chaotic thoughts, stood up and said, "Katerina, we better leave here first."

"If we move now, it might be easier to expose our target."

"But I always have an uneasy feeling that the Holy Lord couldn't have left that mansion without reason. He very likely sensed my presence through some method."

Emily touched her flat chest, trying to suppress that unease.

Katerina said nothing, quickly standing up and saying, "Then let me dress you up."

Blond hair is too conspicuous; she must disguise herself as a black-haired little girl.

As for her, she also needed to wear a wig, even taking off the bulletproof vest she had for protection on the outside.

Such a robust and tall woman walking on the street makes it hard not to attract attention, especially when the CIA might turn on them, they need to disguise themselves more.

...

Whoo~

The wind stopped.

Aozawa didn't keep running across the rooftops; he landed on a six-story apartment rooftop, looking far ahead about a hundred meters away at a secluded path near a small river.

The street lamps were bright, yet there weren't many people.

Beside a vending machine, a black-haired girl stood there, next to her was a tall woman with the same black hair.

The woman held a large travel bag in her hand.

"Found them."

Aozawa recognized that the two people were Katerina and Emily disguised as Asians.

When asked how he managed to find their location, naturally, while searching for Emily earlier, Aozawa had already used time stop to bestow a defense barrier on her.

That was originally intended for Hojo Tetsuji.

But his physical condition was strong enough not to need protection from a defense barrier, so he simply removed the defense barrier and gave it to Emily, making it easier to track her.

"Lord Saint, please give the order."

Takeshita Kensaku's tone was full of excitement.

He wouldn't bother to think about why Lord Saint, obviously capable of not needing Kikuta and others' help, still wanted them to find Enya.

Right now, his mind was full of excitement about the impending display of his skills.

"Go, catch them alive for me."

Aozawa casually replied, letting him proceed.

Takeshita Kensaku, having received permission, became extremely excited, with a stomp on the ground, lunged at them like a diving falcon towards its prey.

Boom!

A loud sonic boom echoed through the night sky.

Katerina's pupils shrank, an ominous chill engulfed her body. She immediately pulled Emily back swiftly.

Boom, the vending machine filled with drinks and snacks was directly used as a cushion by Takeshita Kensaku, compressed and deformed, with most of the drinks squeezed flat, exploding on the spot.

Various drinks splattered around.

Takeshita Kensaku grabbed a few green tea cans jolted outside by the impact, sliding his fingernail along the bottom to pour the green tea into his mouth before discarding the empty can to the side.

"Ah, that felt good."

After saying this casually, he turned to the two of them, grinning maliciously, "Which one of you is Enya?"

Katerina didn't answer, pulling the trigger on the HK M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle, a rifle manufactured by Germany's Heckler & Koch, with a firing rate of 800 rounds per minute.

The magazine capacity is thirty rounds.

The sound of the silenced gun seemed particularly gentle, only producing a series of urgent wind-like sounds.

Thirty bullets landed on Takeshita Kensaku's body surface, and those hitting the bone armor directly sparked but couldn't harm him.

Those on the muscle-covered areas could be seen breaking the surface skin, then falling to the ground.

Thirty bullet casings clattered on the ground, playing a crisp melody.

"That hurts, you bastard!"

While yelling this, Takeshita Kensaku was actually extremely excited inside, realizing his power had reached this level.

The density of his muscles could withstand a barrage of bullets.

"You better come along quietly."

Before he finished speaking, a grenade with the pin pulled was thrown over.

With Takeshita Kensaku's speed, he could have avoided it, but contemplating a bit, he decided to test his current defense capability, crouching down with his arms over his head, wanting to tank the grenade's blast.

Boom!

The grenade exploded, with shrapnel not causing much to Takeshita Kensaku, but the fierce flames burned on his skin.

"Ah!"

Takeshita Kensaku immediately screamed, his feet stomping the ground to pieces, swiftly retreating from the flames.

His face turned sour, not expecting his physical resistance was so strong, yet had no defense against fire.

More accurately, he was even more susceptible to fire burns than ordinary people, possibly because his body lacked a protective skin.

Takeshita Kensaku glared at Katerina, his expression full of rage, "Damn it, I'll kill you!"

At this moment, even the Holy Lord's orders were pushed out of his mind.