Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Tel Aviv.

Eleven a.m.

Usually by this time Gideon would be ready to have lunch.

Today he didn't feel like it; he sat on the sofa, his feet shaking incessantly, gripping a Bible tightly in his hand.

He hoped that with this Bible obtained from the Vatican, God would protect him and ensure the success of this operation.

After resigning from the ambassador position at the United Nations, Gideon returned home, not yet assuming any significant role.

Only relying on his relationships within the Likud Group did he have a chance to succeed to the Prime Minister's Office.

Additionally, his flamboyant performances are well-known throughout Israel.

When the name Gideon Eldan is mentioned,

everyone envisions his glorious deeds in their minds.

If the plan succeeds, his subordinates will push him toward that supreme position, initiating a great holy war.

Once victorious, God will surely reward them with Paradise.

The true Paradise, not the false one constructed by False God.

Gideon sat in his chair, his hand stroking the Bible cover.

A phone lay on the glass table in front of him.

Black-clad bodyguards guarded inside and outside the living room, and even the cars were prepared.

Once the news comes, he will immediately proceed to the Prime Minister's Office, taking control of domestic power.

The Ministry of Defense and the media will also take action.

He closed his eyes, his fingers rhythmically tapping the cover.

Time slowly passed.

The ringing suddenly sounded, Gideon immediately answered the call, saying in a deep voice: "How is the situation?"

"The plan failed, Noble Phantasm users are protecting Julia, all four assassins were captured alive."

Hearing the message from the other side, Gideon was stunned; his first reaction was disbelief, followed by anger welled up in his chest.

There's a mole!

He tightly clenched the phone, his eyes turning extremely fierce.

The participants in this plan were the backbone elites of the Likud Group; did they leak the information?

Or did they accidentally let it slip during operation?

Or is there an issue with their families?

A series of doubts flashed through his mind, then returned to calm.

"I understand, make sure you cover yourself well."

He hung up the phone, thinking about what to do next.

The enemy was already prepared, so staying in Tel Aviv is not a wise decision.

The only option is to leave.

But where to go?

Gideon's thoughts returned to calm; as he stroked the Bible cover, he lowered his gaze. The regular channels are likely already risky.

The only way is to escape Tel Aviv through the underground world and head to the United States.

He has deep connections with the Jewish consortium in the United States.

Gideon picked up the phone, quickly found a number in his notes, and dialed it.

After two beeps, the call was answered.

"Gideon, what can I do for you?"

Listening to the disrespectful tone from the other side, Gideon's anger grew.

These bastards have indeed sharp senses.

As soon as he had an issue, they already caught some wind.

Otherwise, in the past, this guy always respectfully called him Mr. Gideon, and wouldn't dare to refer to him directly.

Damn it, once he regains power, he will surely make them pay.

Gideon's heart was filled with hatred, but he showed a smile and said: "Parker, I hope there is a way for me to retire peacefully in the United States.

I hope you can think of a plan for me, so many things can remain forever unknown."

He emphasized the latter part, warning the other party, that he held leverage.

If those things were exposed, Gideon himself would also be doomed.

After all, the Likud Group is Israel's largest party.

If it came out that they violated international regulations, were illegally involved with human organ trafficking, it wouldn't sound good. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Even though some people are already aware.

It is impossible for Israel's population alone to become the world's largest human skin bank and receive the most organ donations.

But those things were always hidden in the shadows; any occasional exposé would swiftly be suppressed without causing any ripples.

If Gideon wished to expose.

With his influence, he could ensure it made headlines worldwide.

Parker, who was handling these things, naturally would be abandoned by the higher-ups.

"I hope you understand my intent to retire peacefully at my age."

"Heh."

On the other end, Parker didn't believe this old thing really wanted to retire.

If he truly wanted to retire peacefully, he could have stayed in Tel Aviv.

With the Likud Group's influence domestically, even if the assassination attempt against Julia was exposed, it wouldn't likely mean death or imprisonment for Gideon.

Bibiyana may not have the ability to completely uproot them but can ensure they retire prematurely.

Treat them well food-wise but don't let them touch power.

To appease the others in the Likud Group.

But Gideon wanting to flee shows his desire to remotely control the country from the United States and attempt a comeback.

Parker thought it over; he didn't dare gamble with this crazy old man, he sighed, "Okay, I'll arrange a boat to the United States for you."

"Thank you."

An expression of smile appeared on Gideon's face, he hung up the phone, heading upstairs, saying: "Natasha, quickly pack up and leave with me."

No response.

Gideon thought those upstairs hadn't heard, he walked up impatiently, saying: "Are you deaf?"

He marched to the second floor, immediately seeing a strange man sitting on the sofa.

Long pink hair reaching his shoulders, mixed with some dark green spots, resembling an octopus head.

He wore a fishnet-type light top and purple tight pants below.

"Welcome back, Gideon."