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Chapter 321 You don’t understand the power of superpowers

On the kitchen bar, the oden in the pot is bubbling hot, and the aroma of the food is wafting in the air.

Morimoto Chiyo did not give him liquor or soju, but took out a can of beer and placed it there as usual.

This low-alcohol beer tastes little different from a drink.

For those who don’t like drinking, one sip will only taste bitter.

For those who like to drink, they can taste a hint of wheat aroma from the bitterness.

"We won't go home until we get drunk tonight~"

Chiyo Morimoto tilted her head, her long black hair fell down on her shoulders, her red lips were wet with wine, her eyes seemed to be filled with electricity, and a trace of electricity struck Qingze's heart.

"no problem."

Qingze nodded and decided to have a good drink with her to let her relieve her depression.

Drinking as a working-class worker is not so much a hobby as it is a desire to vent one's unhappiness.

He raised the can of beer and clinked it with Morimoto Chiyo's goblet, "Cheers!"

"cheers."

Chiyo Morimoto replied, raised her swan-like neck, and drank all the soju in the cup.

"Hoo~" Like the mysterious sound coming from the woods at night, she exhaled a mouthful of air with a strong aroma of wine and blew it onto Qingze's cheek.

There was a smile in his eyes, obviously deliberately teasing him like this.

Qingze rolled his eyes at her, put down the empty beer can and said, "Here, eat some meat and take your time."

He picked up a piece of beef and put it into Chiyo Morimoto's bowl.

"Scumbag."

"Hey, Chiyo, in this case, you should call me Nuan Nan, right?"

"The gentleness of a few boats is called a scumbag."

Morimoto Chiyo replied with a smile, picked up the meat, pointed at him and said softly: "You little rascal~"

Looking at Morimoto Chiyo who looked like she was drunk, Aozawa shrugged and said, "Okay, you can call me whatever you want."

……

The two chatted while eating.

The time has come to seven o'clock, the sky outside is getting dark, and the oden cooking is still not finished, and ingredients are still being added to it.

"That guy Ito is really disgusting, he smells like disinfectant.

I didn't tell her, but she actually said that my perfume smelled bad and that there was something wrong with my nose. "

Chiyo Morimoto started complaining, starting from her colleagues on the task force to her bosses Dickey and Ponte, and then complained about the busy workload.

But she was not drunk enough to talk randomly, and she never revealed what her job was.

Seeing Chiyo's appearance, Qingze clearly couldn't go out for a night run today.

"Okay, okay, she's not a good person."

Qingze responded by putting a piece of meat into his bowl and using the ability to pause time.

A gray filter enveloped the eyes for a moment.

Morimoto Chiyo's expression froze with her mouth open.

Qingze sat there, shrinking the defensive force field into an arm and extending it from the open balcony, then turned a corner and shot straight into the sky.

When he reached [-] meters, he stopped moving the defensive force field upward, and instead controlled the defensive force field to branch out tentacles radiating towards Honshu Island, like a huge fireworks blasting into the air.

But unlike fireworks, the defensive force field does not disappear quickly.

Qingze dropped the tentacles of the defensive force field on buildings in major cities and villages across Honshu Island, and then activated the catalyst induction.

In an instant, a bigger picture than ever before flooded into my mind, even more intense than the first week.

With the force field tentacles as the center, buildings with a radius of one kilometer became his eyes and ears.

But Qingze's brain didn't notice the pain. His desire-free mentality allowed him to ignore the noisy sounds and filter the pictures based on the keywords he had already thought of.

For example, a white man with shoulder-length blond hair is surrounded by a darker-skinned bodyguard, and there is a horrific burn scar on the left side of his face.

There are also Vietnamese men who are more than two meters tall and have afro hair and sharp mouths and monkey cheeks.

An old American man with white hair, blue eyes and well-groomed clothes.

This information was revealed to him by Mei Ji of the Phoenix Academy, saying that it was Ponte, the bodyguards around him, and Dr. Dickey.

Relying on this information, he locked two main targets at the first time.

One is Dicky who is alone in the archives room, and the other is Ponte who is having a meal.

The rest of the place disappeared quickly, including Dicky's picture, and the archives could not escape.

He left only a one kilometer radius of Ponte, maintaining the sights and sounds of Honshu Island for a long time.

It is difficult to bear it with a mentality of having no desires and no demands.

The nine seconds of pause had passed, the gray-white filter disappeared from the eyes, and the mouth returned to bright red and said: "Let's drink."

"cheers."

Qingze replied, grabbed the beer can on the table and drank it in one gulp.

At the same time, he quickly shrank the defensive force field toward Ponte's location.

……

Ome City, Tokyo.

Crystal lamps hang from the top, emitting warm light, and speakers full of modern technology play the Symphony of Destiny.

Ponte sat in a high-backed chair, preparing for dinner.

For reasons of secrecy, he did not have many servants with him, and everything was taken care of by Amaniaz.Well, Armaniaz opened the cork of the red wine and poured the wine into the goblet until half the glass was filled.

Ponte listened to the passionate symphony of destiny, picked up the knife and fork, and cut a small piece of beef.

"Ah, no!"

The woman's piercing scream rang from the mobile phone placed before dinner, but it didn't make Ponte feel noisy. Instead, it felt like it matched the current music.

The live broadcast on the mobile phone was started by Ruan Long. He used the same method as at noon to have Ruan Long broadcast live on the dark web, and then hired thousands of fake fans to prevent anyone from targeting his location.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the public. If there are so many people watching, Dio will find it impossible to kill all those watching.

He swallowed the beef and said with a smile: "Ruan Long's methods have not deteriorated at all."

Armaniaz frowned slightly, unable to understand this person's interest.

A man in a splendid mansion, listening to the Symphony of Destiny and enjoying Kobe steak and red wine, should be watching some artistic programs.

It happened that while eating, I watched a live broadcast that was enough to make me vomit, but I still felt that I was enjoying it.

"Looking at those yellow and white things looking out like an open faucet, can you eat them?"

"You don't understand, other people's suffering is the most delicious condiment. That woman was tortured and was hit by a lot of water.

It caused the yellow and white stuff to flow out, and the filthy appearance contrasted with the elegance of my current life.

Tell me, why am I not interested in watching it?

The smell won't reach me. "

Ponte explained with a smile. He picked up the red wine and took a sip.

Armaniaz's ears twitched and he turned his head and said, "There seems to be someone!"

Ponte smiled and shook his head: "Armaniaz, don't do such childish things, do you think you can scare me?

Dio's information gathering ability has a distance range.

Unless he attaches great importance to me and searches the land inch by inch, my status in his heart should not be that important. "

Although Ponte was proud, he still knew that Dio couldn't search every inch of Tokyo just to find him.

He is not that important.

Armaniaz said with a solemn expression: "This is not a joke, look, my hands are already trembling, something is staring at us!
He's here! "

The sudden high pitch instantly broke the leisurely atmosphere and heightened the tension. The smile on Ponte's face gradually faded, and even the red wine and steak in his mouth became less fragrant.

"go!"

He chose to trust this person's intuition and ignored eating. He immediately dropped his knife and fork, turned the ring in his left hand, and called the Fifth Air Force from Yokota Base to come over.

……

"what!"

A piercing scream penetrated the wall and reached the dining room, making Ponte's heart skip a beat.

Armaniaz said solemnly: "It's too late, he's already outside the door."

Gudong, Ponte swallowed his saliva. He really didn't expect that Dio valued him so much.

Search every inch of land?Or does Dio have unknown intelligence gathering methods?
"So my status is so important."

He muttered, hoping more for the former than the latter.

boom!
This sound frightened Ponte so much that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He saw the heavy door suddenly fly up, turn several times in the air, and hit the ceiling. The crystal chandelier shook rapidly.

The door hit the ground hard, stirring up dust everywhere.

Ponte stared at the door, which was empty and could see nothing.

"Dior, is that you?"

Ponte yelled.

Armaniaz's heart was also beating loudly, and his eyes searched the ground and walls for any trace of someone walking.

But he couldn't see anything.

The living room was still empty, no one was there except him and Ponte.

Even the blanket on the ground showed no signs of being stepped on, and the hair was still pointing upwards.

Where are the people?

Armaniaz thought to himself that if he couldn't even see the enemy, he really wouldn't have the power to resist at all.

Ponte said calmly: "Dio, you can't kill me.

Once you kill me, the self-destruction program hidden in my body will take effect, and you will die with me. "

"It's useless to say anything now. The hungry tiger has already set its sights on its prey, so we can only fight hard!"

The feeling of danger did not disappear. Armaniaz grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured red wine around.

The bright red wine fell directly in front, without falling to the ground quickly, as if someone was standing there. The liquid slowly moved downwards, vaguely tracing the outline of a person.

Armaniaz did not step forward to fight, but threw the bottle in his hand forward.

Snapped.

A colorful diamond-shaped brilliance suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them. The originally complete bottle broke, and the pieces of the broken bottle turned into deadly blades and struck.

Armaniaz grabbed the cloth on the table, rolled it up suddenly, shook his right arm, and used his skill to wrap the fragments in it and dissolve it.

Four taels can move a thousand catties, this is the skill of a large Eastern country.

The force on the fragments is obviously not as terrifying as what Pavao encountered. This super power is likely to determine the rebound strength based on his attack.

Armaniaz came to this conclusion, hooked his right foot on the dining table, and kicked forward. He turned around and picked up Ponte's waist. With his body as agile as a cat, he jumped out of the window, intending to buy time to wait for the fighter planes to support him.

(End of this chapter)