Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 695 - 693: Even Beating a Dog, You Must Mind Its Master

The sunset slowly descended in the west, staining the sky a golden red, as if draping a thin veil over Langley Air Force Base.

Inside the grand Air Force One, in the dining room.

Nett sat on a high-backed chair with his upper body bare.

Since the implantation of the Brain Bug, he increasingly enjoyed working or eating without a shirt, the coolness bringing a sense of liberation to his entire body.

Wearing clothes would cover the Brain Bug on his back, inducing a faint sense of alienation in his mind.

Besides, it was more convenient this way.

He didn't even need to manually cut the steak before him. The Brain Bug behind him extended fleshy tendrils, tearing the steak apart like a lion's mouth, feeding it sometimes to the Brain Bug itself and sometimes to Nett's mouth.

This absurd scene made the Secretary of State's heart leap with shock.

Sometimes, he couldn't distinguish whether the Brain Bug was in control of the body, or if the body was controlling the actions of the Brain Bug.

But scientists constantly monitored the data, proving that all actions of the Brain Bug were under chip control, with no issues.

The Secretary of State could only comfort himself, thinking it was just because he was aging and finding it harder to accept new things.

He stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. President, the Commander has bitten another Secret Service agent."

Nett, who was dining, came back to his senses, showing a casual smile on his aged face, and said casually, "Oh, really? Then compensate for the medical expenses and let him have some paid leave.

Without a wife or children by my side, only the Commander offers a brief sense of family warmth, alas."

The implication was that he had no intention of dealing with the Commander.

That was his dog, far more valuable than those people.

Even if it bit a Secret Service agent to death, the Commander should not face any punishment.

If he lacked even that little authority, what good was it to be President?

"Yes."

The Secretary of State breathed a sigh of relief. He brought up the Commander biting incident to test if Nett still held affection for the Commander.

Mr. President had no intention of dealing with the Commander, and that was a good thing.

The Secretary of State whispered, "The inquiry regarding General Bamogo has been issued, asking him to temporarily report the financial status of Alaska to the Pacific Command."

"Did he accept it?"

Nett's expression turned very serious.

Concerning the Demonic Seed matter, it must be dealt with cautiously. Although consuming the Demonic Seed poses a high risk of death, it is a gamble, yet this world never lacks gamblers.

For instance, those military leaders pushing for doomsday wars, if they learned about the Demonic Seed, they'd likely want to get involved immediately, to acquire the Unicorn's Demonic Seed, either to arm their troops or themselves.

So, in handling this matter, Nett didn't talk to too many people, only discussing it with the Secretary of State, and they used the excuse of investigating the Alaska Command's accounts to have Bamogo report to the Pacific Command in Hawaii.

Then, the Federal Bureau of Investigation would secretly detain that person, releasing him only after the trial concludes.

"Bamogo didn't suspect anything. The command had already questioned his finances, so he boarded the Pacific Command's special aircraft with the clean accounts."

The Secretary of State's report allowed Nett a moment of relief. A small piece of steak was offered by the fleshy tendrils, which he chewed and swallowed before asking, "Has there been any news on Jotaro Kujo in Texas?"

"Unfortunately, we haven't found any information about him in Texas and are further investigating his whereabouts."

The Secretary of State sighed lightly.

Dio had already collected five conditions to ascend to Paradise, the last one being the Stand Star Platinum owned by Jotaro Kujo.

But this Jotaro Kujo, claiming to be from Texas and residing in Austin.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation couldn't find any information on this person. Among the local Japanese, no one matched his description.

Even extending to Asians, they found no man in Texas fitting the bill.

It's even uncertain if he resides in Texas; he might have moved to another state.

"You must quickly arrange personnel. We must contact Jotaro Kujo before Dio, and inform him of the grave crisis at hand."

Nett's expression showed a hint of helplessness as he said, "If necessary, you can contact the Governor."

The matter of ascending to Paradise was so crucial that Nett was even willing to give up his position as President of the United States for it.

If he could strike at Dio accurately when he relinquishes his power, taking his place.

Nett felt he might also have a chance to reach Dio's so-called Paradise.

Of course, that was the best possible scenario, and reality might not develop that way.

But the temptation of ascending to Paradise absolutely surpasses anything in Nett's heart.

In his view, it meant immortality, even possibly reversing age, wielding the power of a god.

The Secretary of State nodded, but hesitantly said, "The people in Brooklyn have been seeking heavy weaponry recently. They intend to assassinate David. Do you think we should slightly hinder their plan?"

Nett fell silent in contemplation.

David was also chosen by Xuanxiao to participate in the trial and had successfully passed two rounds, greatly strengthening his power.

If he is not curbed soon, what will happen after he survives seven rounds?

Nett didn't know, but it apparently wouldn't be advantageous to him.

But if he intervened, would it offend Xuanxiao and the Qionghua Sect?

This was the reason for Nett's hesitation.

After all, whether the Angel would reappear was another matter.

However, the trial was an ongoing issue.

"For now, don't provide them with anything, but arrange for our personnel to eliminate David during the trial."

Nett frowned slightly, dissatisfied, "Didn't you say there were Companion Talismans that could be used?"

"Mr. President, the number of Companion Talismans is limited."

The Secretary of State wore a wry smile; not everyone is willing to sell their magical treasures like the Clown.

Most people, even if they have no use for the treasures, are unwilling to sell them.

A few who possess Companion Talismans can't just go to David on their own.

What if they can't win against him?

Only by knowing David's location can they send people to corner him.

But without a Companion Talisman, it's hard to find out where David is located.

This is an unsolvable deadlock.

Nett wanted to speak up.

Agents of the Secret Service hurriedly burst into the restaurant and said in a deep voice, "Secretary, Mr. President, news has arrived that the third trial has begun."

"Is that so."

Nett immediately sat up straight, his face full of seriousness, not knowing how many people would be eliminated this time.

He hoped to find the whereabouts of the Unicorn sooner.

Alaska State is not too far but not too close to the United States.

However, if the Dread Emperor intends to destroy, the United States will be the second or third country to be destroyed.

It is a significant matter, not allowing Nett to relax his guard; the most destructive weapons of mankind are ready to be launched at Alaska State at any moment.

Not only the United States, but Russia and the Eastern Great Nation have also been authorized by Nett to bombard Alaska State if the trial participants can't win.

Destroying a state is better than destroying the United States.

As for other countries, they won't be of much use and shouldn't join the fray.

...

Tokyo time, September 20, Wednesday.

7:16 AM.

The third trial begins.

In this round of trials, Aozawa did not set any specific plan for himself, nor did he choose who should accompany him.

He needed his own private space.

Everything was random, the same for everyone.

A flash of white light, he landed in a high mountain, heavy lead clouds covering the sky, snowflakes drifting down.

The ground was piled with pristine white snow, and at the foot of the mountain was a forest adorned in silver beauty.

A sharp momentum erupted nearby, like a world-shattering divine sword unsheathed.

The sword's aura was intimidating.

Aozawa felt a faint stinging sensation on his skin and turned his head to see a slender youth not far away.

With black hair and handsome features, his faint expression fit the image of an abstinent handsome man that girls imagined.

He wore a white vest and white casual pants, with a Han Dynasty Longsword hanging at his waist.

"Long time no see, you wouldn't want to spar with me here, would you?"

Aozawa wore a smile.

Sunaga Takashi did have that thought, but considering the matter of the Unicorn and Dread Emperor, he took the big picture into account and didn't want to spar.

After all, the destruction of this world did him no good—his family and Ruriko Yokoo would die.

Sunaga Takashi pursued the ultimate in Sword Dao, but he wouldn't put family safety behind for the sake of Sword Dao.

"It seems the third trial randomly matches personnel around, even the location."

Speaking of which, Sunaga Takashi said calmly: "Do you want to act together or separately?"

Aozawa thought for a moment, tapped the Demon-Subduing Sword at his waist, and said: "Let's act together.

I also want to see how much stronger you've become in this trial."

"Alright."

Sunaga Takashi replied, standing still without moving.

Previously, it was always Ruriko Yokoo who decided where to go next to find the Unicorn.

He didn't have relevant magical treasures to explore those matters.

Rather, even in this trial, he was just a pure swordsman.

His whole heart was immersed in the sword, ignoring all other magical treasures, all entrusted to Ruriko Yokoo to keep safe.

Aozawa scratched his head and said, "You don't have any one-time investigative magical treasures?"

"No."

Sunaga Takashi shook his head and asked, "Do you have any?"

"I've never used those."

Aozawa spread his hands, glanced around, and casually pointed in a direction: "Whatever, let's just head that way."

Sunaga Takashi nodded; he had no opinions about where to go next.

He only needed to confirm that the other party wanted to find the Unicorn as much as he did, and that was no problem.

His only concern was whether Ruriko Yokoo could hold her own in the trial alone.

But thinking of the magical treasures she had, it shouldn't be a problem.

Sunaga Takashi followed Aozawa's steps to leave the snowy mountain.