Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 737 - 735: Tonight’s Codename: Chicken Rib

As night fell, the warm lights of the villa lit up.

Four dishes and a soup were set on the dining table.

Three meat dishes and one vegetable, with the soup being a mix of meat and vegetables, including chicken and longan.

Morimoto Chiyoda poured a bowl of soup for Aozawa and placed it beside his meal, an action that caused her body to instinctively lean forward.

Because of their size, the heavy grain stores seemed to sit on the table, compressed to appear even rounder, just looking at them gave a full sense of happiness.

Big is happiness!

Aozawa sighed inwardly, not knowing when he might have another taste of warm, soft grain.

Morimoto Chiyoda caught sight of where his gaze was focused and rolled her eyes, straightening back up.

She recently didn't have the urge to mess around.

During the trial, she went too hard, seriously disrupting the rules she set for herself, and now she's entered a state of needing restraint.

At least until the weekend.

"You," Morimoto Chiyoda was about to ask if he had tried wheat-colored bread lately when her pocket vibrated with a phone alert.

She didn't continue, reached out to check her phone, and saw that Emily had posted on the forum.

Morimoto Chiyoda unlocked it and combined the code to understand immediately what Emily meant.

Dio had actually met Emily in the afternoon and given her a badge capable of summoning Otherworldly Apostles.

Seven-thirty in the evening, huh?

She glanced at the time, it was already 5:46.

Morimoto Chiyoda fell into deep thought.

In this kind of situation, should she report to Jack?

After thinking it over, Morimoto Chiyoda decided not to hide anything. On this matter, Jack's position was the same as hers, so there was no need to conceal it.

Even if the other side wouldn't support her actions, she needed to show her trust in Jack.

Maintaining trust takes a long time, but to break it, only an instant, an event.

Morimoto Chiyoda used the CIA's channels to message Jack, informing him of the details.

"Chiyoda, is there anything going on?"

"Adult matters, kids shouldn't ask too much."

Morimoto Chiyoda casually replied, laid her phone on the table, and said, "Let's eat."

"Okay."

Aozawa didn't need her to say it; he could guess it was related to Emily.

At 7:30 PM, that was Emily's last chance to summon an apostle today. She wouldn't continue to stay in the safe house.

Even if she chose not to act, Aozawa would find a way to force her into action.

The script was already set, and he wouldn't allow an actor to choose to go on strike or lie flat at this moment.

...

Shinjuku, Central Building, 31st floor.

Night-time Shinjuku differed from the plainness of the day, displaying a night-time charm.

Colorful neon lights lit up, like exotic dancers performing belly dances before you, intoxicating.

Jack watched the scene outside, sipping brandy. He enjoyed viewing the scenery beyond the floor-to-ceiling window while dining, savoring the power that allowed him to see such a view.

If I don't look now, I might not get another chance later.

A ding suddenly sounded. Jack unlocked his phone to check an email message, copied it, then pasted it into the CIA's cryptographic software for conversion.

The message from Morimoto Chiyoda appeared before his eyes.

A hint of surprise passed over Jack's face, followed by a frown at such news.

If reported, what choice would the higher-ups make?

Thinking of the current split in the higher-ups, Jack truly couldn't figure it out.

The part that agreed to capture Emily and deliver her to the Holy Lord, what were they thinking?

Are they so confident in dodging Dio's retaliation afterward, or do they think Dio won't retaliate against them but will target the Holy Lord instead?

Can't figure it out.

Just like how Jack couldn't understand why, despite India's many pitfalls for foreign investment, there were still bold people wanting to invest in India.

Rich people's thinking, powerful people's thinking.

With his current position, he still couldn't comprehend it.

Perhaps I'm not yet part of that circle.

Jack sighed inwardly, feeling the limits of being a regular person, appearing clumsy compared to those high-IQ individuals.

He dialed Morimoto Chiyoda's number, waiting a bit before the call connected, and immediately asked, "Morimoto, what do you think we should do?"

"Naturally assist Emily, but there's no need for us to take action; leave it to Kochou."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied quietly from beyond the living room.

Jack realized, "You're right, I'll call Kochou right away to explain the situation."

"Mm, she knows what to do."

Morimoto Chiyoda nodded, then hung up and returned to the living room.

Jack immediately scrolled through his contacts for Kochou's note and pressed to connect.

As the Director of the CIA, he didn't have to worry about his call being monitored.

The dialed number was Kochou's private number, not the office line.

...

Ding ding.

The crisp sound suddenly echoed in the spacious Toyomei-den, where dandelion-shaped chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and warm light cascaded down into the hall.

Kochou stopped cutting the Kobe beef steak, put down her knife and fork, took out her phone from her kimono pocket, and slid her thumb to answer, speaking gently: "Chief Jack, what can I do for you?"

"This afternoon, Dio met with Emily and gave her a badge so she could summon the Otherworldly Apostles to save her life."

Jack's words made Kochou's pupils contract, and her expression instantly became serious. She spoke in a deep voice: "What do you need me to do?"

She knew very well that for such an important matter, the other party was willing to call her, which clearly meant they needed help.

And she was indeed willing to help Jack or, more accurately, Emily.

"Emily needs to arrive at Shinjuku Big Fat Sheep Bar by seven-thirty. She needs a car and someone to cover her to avoid the Thirty-Four Families' siege."

"Okay, I know. I'll immediately send someone to escort her to Shinjuku."

Kochou hung up the phone. Phoenix Academy Maggie sitting nearby curiously asked, "Mother, what happened?"

"Dio..."

Kochou explained the phone call contents, with a serious face: "You'll personally lead the team for this task, try not to bring too many people, extract Emily from Nishitani's safe house and send her to Shinjuku Kabukicho's Big Fat Sheep Bar.

Remember, do not show your real face throughout the process, and do not expose your identity."

Kochou deliberately emphasized that she did not want to openly support Emily.

Whether the apostles recommended by Dio can deal with the Holy Lord is one thing.

But if the Holy Lord wants to deal with Phoenix Academy, it definitely won't be too difficult.

Kochou dared not mobilize the First Division or involve too many from Phoenix Academy, fearing possible retaliation from the Holy Lord.

Otherwise, she would directly choose to use her power, risking nothing to bring Emily here.

But things haven't reached the point where she has to go all-in.

Kochou believes that with proper handling, relying on the Imperial Court Retainers can discreetly get Emily out.

"Okay."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded, immediately put down her knife and fork, and got up to walk out of Toyomei-den.

Kochou picked up her knife and fork, contemplating the upcoming matters.

Successful outcomes are naturally worth celebrating, but if it fails, how should the aftermath be handled?

This is also something that needs consideration.

Those who only think about how everything will be after success can only be described as arrogant fools.

Imagining the benefits after success is important, but how to handle the aftermath of failure?

This is what truly tests whether a person is genuinely smart.

Kochou pondered.

Stepping out, Phoenix Academy Maggie wasn't thinking about all this; she was considering who should participate in the operation.

To be involved in such an event, they must be trustworthy individuals.

Takahashi Saeko could be counted among them, the one skilled at sniping who can cover them from a high ground.

To extract Emily, the biggest instability factor is the Itabashi District.

An excellent sniper could definitely assist her. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Then there are the Upper Ninja Level from the Shinobu Introduction office.

These Upper Ninjas have long been trained into killing machines, absolutely confidential, and would never leak or betray.

Phoenix Academy Maggie did not pick up the phone, directly heading to the Imperial Household Agency.

It's still early; when Phoenix Academy Maggie arrived, Takahashi Saeko, Kamei Bunta, and three Upper Ninjas were still dining in the hall.

Moreover, there were three Upper Ninjas here.

Phoenix Academy Maggie did not anticipate Emily needing people, but to prevent any possible occurrences, she always kept a few Imperial Court Retainers on standby here.

This idea allowed her to have people ready for urgent use at any time.

"Good evening, Miss."

Kamei Bunta put down his chopsticks and quickly stood up to bow.

Takahashi Saeko and the other three stood up one after another, bowing and saying, "Good evening, Miss."

"No need for formalities, Takahashi, you four come with me..."

Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly briefed them on the upcoming task, then said, "Kamei, you remain here to coordinate, and if any information comes in, report to me immediately.

The codeword will be 'Chicken Ribs.'"

With a casual glance at the chicken ribs left on the table, Phoenix Academy Maggie decided on this code.

Kamei Bunta nodded and said, "Alright, Miss, rest assured."

"Hmm."

Phoenix Academy Maggie turned and walked out.

She did not bring Kamei Bunta, naturally considering his age.

Normal humans would not show increasing physical strength as they age.

All humans gradually weaken physically compared to their youth as they age.

Adults have more strength than teenagers, but running might not be as fast or sustained compared to teenagers.

As for chaotic punches defeating a veteran, matters requiring physical strength would not be arranged for Kamei Bunta by Phoenix Academy Maggie.

Takahashi Saeko followed behind, asking, "Miss, what do you think, with Dio already stepping in personally, why still have others act?"

"You're very smart, but I'm not hiding anything from you."

Phoenix Academy Maggie, hearing her implication, shrugged and said, "The CIA didn't mention it, probably thinking it has nothing to do with rescuing Emily. I can ask later.

The primary condition is to protect Emily."

"I understand."

Takahashi Saeko nodded.