Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 208 Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Sakura Sora Kurumi

In the small conference room next to Abe Nosuke's office.

knock knock knock.

Just as Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja finished shaking hands, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Abe Nojaku said.

"Congressman Abe, the results of their party leader election are out." A male assistant came in with a document, handed it to Abe, bowed and left.

"Oh, as expected, just as I thought!" Abe Nojaku took it, took a quick look, sneered, and threw the information in front of Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "It's him after all."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took it and saw a document about the new party leader, the interim prime minister, in front of him.

Even the cover is a promotional poster.

This is an extremely unconventional poster. If Shiraishi Nagimitsu had not been in this environment, he would even think it was a weird work.

A short, fat man with slightly gray hair, dressed in a Dragon Ball Majin Buu costume and wearing a pair of boxing gloves, was standing at the voting booth and shouting slogans.

"It's hard to imagine, dressed like this, this is our Prime Minister." Although Anbi Nojaku gave the information to Shiraishi Nagimitsu, he stared at the short fat man dressed as Majin Buu with a mocking expression on his face and said:
"He's also a Protestant. Of Japan's population, only one percent are Protestants, yet we have a prime minister who is also one of that one percent."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not say anything. In terms of personal image alone, the new prime minister is indeed far inferior to the previous ones.

What's more, he is still COSing Majin Buu from Dragon Ball. Even at his age, he still wears COS costume to campaign for votes.

"I didn't expect that I destroyed the underground alliance of many congressmen, but it benefited him." Abe Noque's little face was really not happy, and he sat down slowly.

"Since it's already a fact, we can only accept it." Shiraishi Nagiko handed the information back to Abe Nozaki. "Congressman Abe, the vote count is over. It looks like the news will be announced soon. The next step is to elect cabinet members. I have a lot of things to prepare, so I'll take my leave now."

"Wait, Congressman Shiraishi." Abe Noja suddenly thought of something, stood up, put his hands on the conference table, stared straight at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and said slowly: "If, I mean if, our new Prime Minister wanted to invite you to join the cabinet, would you agree, Congressman Shiraishi?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's eyes collided with Abe Noja in the air.

suddenly.

"Congressman Abe." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and opened her red lips: "Guess!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out without waiting for Abe Nosuke to guess whether he would guess or not.

Abe Noque was stunned and snorted: "Really naughty!"

Mei Shiraishi quickly picked up Shiraishi Nagimitsu's bag and her own bag and followed him out.

Shiraishi Nagihiru walked in front gracefully in high heels, swaying her increasingly narrow waist.

"Sister, wait for me." Shiraishi Mei followed with two bags: "Your bags are very heavy~~~"

"It was you who wanted to be the assistant. If you can't do it, go back." Shiraishi Nagihiru's high heels still didn't slow down.

The black stockings are stretched on the thighs and calves. As the muscles tighten or relax, they stretch and contract, revealing the fair and delicate skin underneath.

A pair of beautiful legs stepped into the elevator in rhythm, and a pair of huge things bounced up and down exaggeratedly.

"Sister, I understand everything you said today, but why can't I understand what you said next?" Shiraishi Mei quickly followed into the elevator and stood beside Shiraishi Nagimitsu and asked:

"I always feel like that's what you guys meant, but when I think about it, it seems like there's something else. But when I think about it again, it doesn't seem to mean anything more."

"This is politics," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile. "Every sentence sounds like nonsense, but if you think about it carefully, it's not. But it is indeed nonsense."

"Sister, is this new interim Prime Minister really that bad?" Shiraishi Mei frowned. "Why do you all seem to be sighing?"

"No, quite the opposite. This newly elected Prime Minister has served in several cabinets and is considered a man of action. However, it was precisely he who, during his time in the cabinet, repeatedly turned against several Prime Ministers and initiated campaigns demanding their resignations." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head.
"Furthermore, he's also a member of three political parties. In other words, he's betrayed almost the entire political arena and stabbed people in the back, so no faction is willing to accept him."

"Isn't this kind of person good?" Shiraishi Mei asked, confused. "He doesn't have to worry about the interests of his own faction. He can do things freely."

"You don't understand. If someone has a faction, then their actions are predictable and controllable, just like a raging river; its course and extent can be predicted." The elevator door opened, and Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out, saying as he walked:
"But if someone doesn't have a faction, you never know what they'll do next or what they want to do. There are too many variables, and it's unpredictable, which is actually the most dangerous."

"So that's why Abe Noja is trying to get you to form an alliance?" Shiraishi Mei followed out, still a little confused.

"Do you think she came to me just for this?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stopped, turned around and looked at Abe Nojaku's office.

Sure enough, a familiar little face was looking down at her from the window. Abe Noque not only watched her leave, but also stretched out her hand to say goodbye to her.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu waved casually at Abe Nozuru, then turned to Shiraishi Mei and said, "This new Prime Minister used to be in Abe Nozuru's cabinet, but later withdrew and stood on the opposing side, impeaching him multiple times and forcing him to step down."

"So, Abe has a strong distrust of the new prime minister, and even some dislike for him."

"You guys are really complicated." Shiraishi Mei sighed: "You guess me and I guess you every day. This is too difficult."

"Really? More complicated than you?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu sneered on her delicate face: "Shiraishi Mei, just confess to me sooner rather than later."

"Sister, you're here again." Shiraishi Mei pouted: "Everyone says I'm innocent."

"I trust Abe Nozume more than you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu twisted her face, rolled her eyes, and walked quickly towards her Lexus.

"Wait for me, sister." Mei Shiraishi made a face behind Nagimitsu Shiraishi and hurried to catch up.

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Inside a Tokyo apartment.

Feng Dielian put on her uniform again and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the artist mask she had taken from Kyushu Ashiya Dosan and placed it on the dressing table.

She looked down at the number in the address book on her phone again.

The scene of entering Yingkong Kurumi's office kept appearing in his little head.

That night, the man she had her legs on and clamped around his waist was hugging Yingkong Kurumi tightly, kneading her plump and explosive buttocks with his hands.

Even after I came in, she had no intention of stopping and kept kneading.

Just like that night at the door of the coffee shop, kneading myself.

I am indeed not as plump as Yingkong Walnut.

But that's not what makes me sad.

Feng Dielian saw the two of them hugging each other tightly and kissing passionately as if they were oblivious to the people around them.

Why do I feel like my man has been taken away from me?

It's so sour.

When I walked out the door, I heard Yingkong Kurumi say that her period had come.

It turns out to be such a coincidence.

Is this God encouraging me to meet another man?
Feng Dielian took a deep breath and put her phone away.

Since I can't sleep, I'll go visit Taira no Masakado's grave.

jobs.

Only work can make me forget all the troubles.

Feng Dielian walked downstairs and rode her motorcycle all the way to the underground parking lot that MacArthur had built after World War II.

Over the decades, this underground parking lot has been renovated and repaired several times.

Arriving at the third-floor underground parking lot, Feng Dielian looked around but didn't see anything strange.

It is a very old parking lot with a very narrow layout, but it still has a lot of cars parked there.

In Tokyo, where every inch of land is valuable, it is difficult to find unused space.

Feng Dielian carefully followed the wall of the underground parking lot and walked around.

There was nothing on the walls except various paints and graffiti.

Feng Dielian walked back to the middle of the parking lot.

Make quick gestures with both hands.

[Ninjutsu: Myriad Eyes]

A light flashed in Feng Dielian's eyes, and a rapidly spinning wheel appeared.

Feng Dielian glanced around and then stopped.

Sure enough there is a problem.

The wall on the north side is extremely thin, obviously built later. There seems to be an entrance to the barrier behind the wall.

Feng Dielian walked to the front of the wall.

[Ninja Technique: Rasenshuriken]

Feng Dielian stretched out her little hand, and a stream of constantly rotating spiritual energy appeared.

Feng Dielian controlled the strength and slowly moved closer to the wall to avoid damaging the foundation pillars next to it.

'Boom' sound.

The wall collapsed, and a six-star magic circle appeared.

At the vertices of the six stars are placed various Protestant instruments.

The above fluctuations have almost dried up after decades of weakening, and it will probably disappear completely in the near future.

Feng Dielian slowly stood up.

A dazzling light shot out from the six-star magic circle, and Feng Dielian's figure disappeared in an instant. The field of view changed.

We arrived in front of a large Japanese Warring States amulet.

Feng Dielian hesitated for a moment and then walked in.

Everything is so quiet.

I could only hear my own breathing and footsteps.

The hall was covered with scarlet shag carpet and lit with more than ten mutton-fat candles as thick as arms.

A group of women were sitting behind the curtain. They had their hair in buns like Japanese women and wore various Japanese kimonos. They were holding instruments such as shamisen, shakuhachi, and taiko in their arms. They seemed to be musicians from the Warring States Period.

But at this time they all had their eyes closed, their bodies leaning to one side, and some of their fingers were still on the strings, as if they had fallen asleep in the middle of playing.

There are more than ten Japanese geishas sleeping in the hall. They are lying in a dancing posture, either leaning forward or backward, with graceful figures.

And among these geishas, ​​lying was a white head.

Feng Dielian's heart was pounding. Although she had carried out many missions, this strange scene was the first time she had seen it.

Around the head, the geishas had their faces painted frighteningly white, their lips bright red, their eyes closed, and a faint smile on their faces.

Feng Dielian had thought about what the grave of Taira no Masakado, one of the three greatest vengeful spirits in Japan, would look like. It was nothing but dry bones and various broken weapons all over the ground.

But it is impossible to imagine why there are still living people here, how they dance around the skull, and then sleep next to the skull when they are tired.

"You are so brave to break into my bedroom." The white head suddenly opened its eyes, black flames flickered in its eye sockets, and said in a dark voice.

Then all the geishas opened their eyes and stood up mechanically like puppets.

A strange smile appeared on the pale face.

Like a puppet, he rushed towards Feng Dielian.

Feng Dielian tapped the ground with her toes and quickly retreated. The spiritual energy in her hands condensed, and vortex shurikens kept flying out, drawing arcs and circling towards the geishas.

These shurikens hit the geishas accurately.

They whimpered and turned into some floating dark air, with a few dark red spots like blood appearing and disappearing in it.

But as the red dot flashed, the black fog that had not yet dissipated slowly took the shape of human figures.

The red dot flashed again, and the human figure slowly showed facial features and limbs, and the geishas reappeared one by one.

They all turned their heads and looked at Feng Dielian ferociously.

Rushed over again.

Feng Dielian saw this and quickly formed seals with both hands: [Ninjutsu: Yanyin]

His whole body slowly turned transparent and disappeared into the air of the hall.

The geishas lost their target and looked around the hall blankly, trying to find any trace of Feng Dielian.

The skull in the center of the hall suddenly flashed black sparks in its eyes.

A black gas spread out and quickly coiled towards the exit of the hall.

‘Bang’ sound.

Feng Dielian fell down from the door of the hall.

The black energy turned into a loop of rope, wrapped around Feng Dielian, trapped her tightly, and pulled her back from the hall door into the hall.

"If you disturbed me, don't leave. Stay with me." The skull laughed. "No living person has been seen here for hundreds of years."

Feng Dielian struggled desperately, trying to break free.

But the rope formed by the black energy continued to erode and devour the spiritual energy in her body.

Her limbs gradually became weak and she couldn't even gather her spiritual energy.

Just at this time.

The hexagonal star outside the hall entrance flashed again, and a graceful figure came in from under Feng Dielian.

then.

The figure who came in looked up and waved his hand.

The small earlobes glowed with golden light.

A gunshot rang out, making a loud noise in the silent hall.

A bullet with golden transparent cicada-wing wings flew towards Feng Dielian rapidly and hit the rope accurately.

The rope made of black mist broke with a sound.

Feng Dielian fell from the air.

Yingkong Kurumi looked up, took a step to the side, and didn't catch her, letting her fall on her buttocks.

"Why didn't you catch me?" Feng Dielian tossed and turned on the ground in pain, complaining.

"To pick you up?" Yingkong Kurumi sneered, "What did I tell you to do? I told you to bring more officers with you. Look at you, you came in alone and didn't even get a gun."

"Are you still a police officer? If you had a gun and the latest alloy bullets, you wouldn't be in such a mess."

"If I hadn't arranged for a few police officers to be stationed in the parking lot beforehand, you would have been dead long ago."

Feng Dielian knew that what she did was wrong, so she didn't say anything back. She stood up silently and stood on Yingkong Kurumi's side to protect her.

"Another newcomer." The skull said in a sinister voice, "That's great! It's been hundreds of years. Now I can taste fresh flesh and blood. My name is..."

'bang bang bang'

Dozens of gunshots rang out continuously, giving the skull no chance to continue speaking.

Dozens of bullets flew past rapidly with cicada wings and hit the skull accurately.

Before the skull could even finish his words, he was hit on the forehead by the latest alloy bullets.

Black flames flickered in the sunken eye sockets, and black mist appeared on the face of the skull, creating an incredible expression.

There was a click.

The white skull began to crack and then shattered onto the ground.

The black flames in the eye sockets bounced unwillingly twice on the ground and slowly went out.

All the geishas and musicians in the hall wailed and disappeared in black smoke.

Then the objects in the hall began to fluctuate and turned into clay.

Then the entire hall disappeared.

There is no such thing as the Tsuchigumo Gomonden. There is only a large shrine in front of Yingkong Kurumi and Fengdielian.

Inside the shrine was a shattered skull.

There are more than ten bullets.

Everything is an illusion.

After a series of shots, Yingkong Kurumi emptied the magazine in an instant, still maintaining an extremely standard shooting posture.

Feng Dielian was stunned and shocked.

She slowly bent her arms, picked up the purple rhinestone-studded 'Pavna Witness' pistol in her right hand, opened her mouth slightly, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on the muzzle of the gun in a cute and handsome manner.

The high ponytail on her head swung.

"What a mess of three vengeful spirit kings. They have been suppressed for so many years and then divided into pieces. No matter how powerful they were in the past, they can't withstand a volley of attacks now." Yingkong Walnut said disdainfully.

She swung her ponytail again and turned her head: "You don't listen to me, you don't even carry a gun. If I hadn't come, you would have become one of those geishas accompanying this skull, giving him tongue kisses every day."

Yingkong Kurumi stuck out her tongue and imitated it: "Give that skull a tongue kiss, click, click, kiss, and clean the gaps between his teeth."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. Stop talking, I beg you." Feng Dielian had her head down, letting Ying Kongtao teach her a lesson without saying a word.

If she hadn't arrived in time, she might have really died here.

But when Yingkong Kurumi talked about French kissing the skull and then cleaning the gaps between its teeth, Feng Dielian couldn't help but take a look at the yellow and black gaps between the skull's broken teeth on the ground.

I felt nauseous and almost vomited.

Beg for mercy quickly and continuously.

"Go back and write me a 4000-word self-criticism. Don't miss a single word." Yingkong Kurumi sneered and turned away. "Remember, write it by hand."

In another apartment in Tokyo.

Shinmura Jing was begging the woman in front of him: "No more, I don't want it anymore, I've had enough, let me go."

The woman in front sneered, changed a tool, ignored the wetness on the ground of Xincunjing, and walked over again.

(End of this chapter)