Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 261 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Tenderness

Makie bypassed the cameras along the way and took quite some time to arrive at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa in Chiyoda.

There are no tall buildings nearby, and since it is an upscale neighborhood, there are too many cameras.

In order to avoid being tracked by the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, Makie hid herself in the alley at the corner of the villa street.

Waiting for Shiraishi Nagimitsu's return.

The white shirt inside the suit was stained with blood, but fortunately the bullet holes in his body had stopped bleeding and were gradually healing.

But the bullet remained in her body, constantly consuming her blood and energy.

This made Makihui's hunger continue to increase.

Saliva kept secreting from her red lips.

Occasionally, a police car roared past, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ma Feihui could only endure
Pedestrians walked through the streets and alleys from time to time.

Under the streetlight, they looked at an unbelievably glamorous man in a full black suit with a loose tie, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

Pale face.

A pair of incredibly slender and white hands extended from the sleeves of a black suit.

The red nails on her hands are so bright, like the first blooming spring flowers.

"Sir? Or Miss?" A white-collar woman who was off work happened to pass by and gently patted Ma Feihui's shoulder as she closed her eyes to rest.

Ma Feihui slowly opened her eyes and looked at the other person.

"Excuse me, where did you get your manicure done in Tokyo? What shade of red is this? It looks so beautiful, and your hands are so pretty. Could you please tell me?" The white-collar woman didn't finish her words when she saw the white shirt stained red under the black suit. She screamed and a look of fear appeared on her face. She was too scared to ask any more questions and quickly ran away in her high heels.

Ma Feihui was left confused after being disturbed.

It’s so inexplicable!!!

This is what human beings are.
How boring, weak, and stupid.
Ma Feihui sneered at the back of the fleeing white-collar woman.

He looked at his hands and nails.

But what I want to do is to be human.

A helpless smile appeared on his face.

Continue to close your eyes and wait for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come back.

Late in the autumn night.

There was a cool breeze in the alley, causing her black hair to flutter.

Ma Feihui straightened her suit.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came.

Ma Feihui suddenly opened her eyes and looked to the other end of the alley.

The white moon in the sky is bright, but the lights in the alley are dim.

A woman in a T-shirt and jeans was walking towards me in the alley.

She has a very obvious Eastern European white appearance, with natural big wavy hair, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, and fair skin.

Tall and sexy.

But like a child, he kept wrinkling his nose, smelling something along the scent brought by the autumn wind.

Like a little female cat searching for air.

She frowned and came to Makihui.

Looking curiously at Makihui who was wearing a suit.

He slowly raised his head and stared at Ma Feihui, then suddenly shouted, "Heretic, you are a heretic!!"

Her expression suddenly became confused.

A vast and holy aura burst out from her body.

A beam of white light shot from her eyes towards Makihui.

"The First God Clan!!" Ma Feihui was so frightened that the hairs on her body stood up. Her slender hands glowed red and intertwined in front of her body. She quickly cut through the space and laid out a net of red light to block the energy that threatened her.

The red and white lights crossed and disappeared.

Ma Feihui leaped back and jumped onto the wall, staring at the beautiful Eastern European woman.

Waiting for her second attack.

However, the woman seemed to have forgotten about this matter. Her eyes became clear again and she no longer paid attention to Makihui. Instead, she continued to smell the air and slowly came to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

She looked carefully at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

"He's not here." The woman shook her head in frustration and turned to leave.

He didn't even look at Ma Feihui.

"How could the descendants of the Chushen clan appear in Tokyo?" Makihui's face showed surprise for a moment, and then turned pale.

Ma Feihui, who had just experienced this unexpected disaster, tried her best to resist the attack, and the injuries in her body could no longer be suppressed and broke out.

Her head felt dizzy, everything went dark, and she fell off the wall.

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Hosokawa Yuji's cell phone fell to the ground.

On the screen.

In the hall of Sakura Hibiki's house.

Sakura Kimitsu and Akira Niimura were drenched in sweat.

Her hair stuck tightly to her fair skin, which made the already charming and mature woman even more eager and impatient.

The flesh-colored stockings became more transparent as they were soaked with sweat.

The soft and white buttocks were covered with bloody handprints.

This is the second time the two have worked together, and they have an incredible understanding of each other.

Be able to clearly know what is needed.

what to do.

But it is sinking endlessly.

Hosokawa Yuji kept yelling and cursing.

The voices of several resentful spirits in the body kept mocking.

"Look, can you bear it?"

"She doesn't belong to you, not before and not now."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Hosokawa Yuzhi's face flushed crimson, the veins on his neck bulged frighteningly, his eyes bulged, and several vengeful spirits taunted him in his body. He screamed frantically, "I'm going to kill these two bitches."

"Yes, kill them, torture them to death."

"Hahaha, you useless man, hurry up and show your masculinity."

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Inside the izakaya.

"How about it? The Chinese food here is pretty good, right?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"Hot, hot, hot! These shrimp spring rolls are so delicious." Nanchuan Jingzi nodded incoherently, fanning her mouth with her small hands. She picked up a small cup of sake and drank it quickly. "And the twice-cooked pork here goes well with wine."

"The owner here is amazing. He makes Chinese, Western, and Japanese side dishes, and they're all very good. He's only open at night." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile, "My man taught me what authentic Chinese food is."

"Sister, I've been back for so long, but you didn't bring me here." Shiraishi Mei pouted, looking unhappy.

"Oh, it's my first time too. Your sister is very busy. She saw that I was in a bad mood today, so she brought me here." Jingzi Minamikawa looked at the two sisters who put their huge things on the table, then looked down at her own, and her already unhappy heart became even more unhappy.

I'm not small either, just not this big.

"Seeing you sisters like this makes me feel even worse." Minamikawa Keiko frowned.

"It's actually very hard to be this big." Shiraishi Nagi pursed her red lips: "Didn't you notice that the straps on my bra are wider? It's because they are too heavy. If the straps are too thin, it will hurt my skin."

"Oh my God, I also want this kind of hardship. Please let me develop again." Minamikawa Jingzi raised her hands high and prayed.

"You'd better go home first and apologize to your father, then everything will be fine." Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up the Western-style lemon-grilled camellia fish, put it elegantly between her red lips, and chewed it slowly.

"No apology, I will never compromise this time. How can you sell your daughter like this? I was terrified when I got home. If I hadn't protested strongly, I might have been at the wedding by now." Minamikawa Jingzi sighed: "And..."

Nanchuan Jingzi paused, her face a little worried, and continued, "I told you last time that after the evil god incident, my father and mother's personalities changed a lot."

"It was that time that you completely fell in love with, oh no, fell in love with that man, right?" Shiraishi Nagi smoothed her hair.

"I know you definitely don't understand why I fell in love with a man so easily this time." Minamikawa Jingzi's face was lost in memories. "You don't understand what it's like when you're so despaired that you're numb, your heart is being squeezed tightly by a giant hand, choking you, making you nauseous and wanting to vomit, and the oppression makes you want to commit suicide, and then you see him in that moment."

"A heart no longer belongs to you, right?" Shiraishi Nagiko's eyes were slightly confused: "I understand."

Mei Shiraishi watched the two people from the side, silently picking up her chopsticks.

The three of them walked out of the izakaya.

After Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Shiraishi Mei sent Minamikawa Keiko to the taxi, they also came to their own car.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them.

"Sorry to trouble you, it's so late today." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed apologetically.

"Please don't say that, Councillor Shiraishi. This is my job and the salary you give me is already high enough." The driver quickly bowed deeply in return.

"These are a few portions I asked the boss to remake. They are all his specialties. You can take them back and try them." After Shiraishi Nagimitsu finished speaking, Shiraishi Mei next to him quickly handed over the lunch box.

"Thank you so much, Councillor Shiraishi." The driver took it with both hands and closed the car door respectfully.

"You're welcome." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

After getting off the car in front of his villa.

"I'll take a shower first." Mei Shiraishi jumped into the villa.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was about to close the door when he looked out at the entrance of the alley in the distance and saw a young man in a suit slumped against the wall.

Is this drunkenness? Or a sudden illness?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and walked over, carefully keeping his distance. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "Excuse me, do you need any help?"

I saw that the young man's suit was wrapped tightly around his body.

Eyes closed, pale face.

The neutral dress cannot hide her charming red lips and facial features.

Is this a woman?

Shiraishi Nagi's eyes moved down, looking at her ankles in black stockings exposed under her suit trousers, and the slightly bulging chest of her suit, and confirmed her gender.

This reassured Shiraishi Nagimitsu a little, and he moved closer: "Hello, do I need to call an emergency number for you?"

"Drink some water." The androgynous-dressed woman moaned.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned. Is he so hungry?

How could people in Tokyo be so hungry?

It's not right to look like this is just a costume.

Without further investigation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu returned to the villa, opened the refrigerator, took out a large bottle of milk and a sandwich, and returned to the woman dressed in a neutral style.

Put the food next to her.

A whimpering autumn wind blew by, and Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was still wearing her uniform skirt, felt the chill. She hurried back to the villa and took out another blanket.

I took it and was stunned again.

The large bucket of milk that had just been brought out was drunk clean, and even a few sandwiches were eaten. The woman was still mumbling about water and food.

So edible?

Isn't this too fast to eat?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu covered her with a blanket, then hurried back to take out the remaining sandwiches and ham, and hurriedly put them next to her.

"I'd better call an ambulance for you and go to the hospital." said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

The woman didn't comment, picked up the ham sandwich and ate it in big mouthfuls, swallowing it without even chewing it carefully.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was already full, couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After thinking it over, he ran back, picked up his phone, and walked out again, ready to call the hospital for an ambulance.

But the result surprised her again.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked around in surprise.

The woman who had appeared unable to move, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground, had disappeared.

If it weren't for the milk bottle and sandwich bag on the ground, Shiraishi Nagimitsu would have thought he was hallucinating.

What a strange woman! She is beautiful but dresses in a neutral style. She wears bright lipstick and black stockings underneath.

What a conflict, what a contradiction.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu shrugged his shoulders, picked up the garbage on the ground, and walked back to the villa.

And what she didn't know was.

In another alley in the distance, Makie was raising her beautiful right hand, staring at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, with red light flickering from her five fingers.

As long as she had the slightest thought, this woman would die in front of her.

The goal is achieved immediately.

Makie struggled in her heart until she saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu walking back to the villa and Shiraishi Mei coming out.

Then he slowly lowered his right hand.

"You saved me once, so I'll spare you this time." Ma Feihui told herself, "Three days. I'll let you live for three more days, and then I'll come back."

moment.

The struggle faded a lot, as if this was natural.

A sudden glimpse she had in her coma came to her mind.

Shiraishi Nagi's delicate little face was filled with worry.
There is also this blanket. Makihui pulled the blanket on her body.

All these made her feel a little different in her heart.

This is the first time someone is worried about me.

Ma Feihui said in her heart with a wry smile.

But why is it your goal?

"Add a few more days, let you live a few more days." Ma Feihui jumped into the air, kicked the wall with one leg, and moved quickly, leaving only a faint sentence in place, as if telling herself.

"For your concern, I'll give you a few more days, Shiraishi Nagihiru~~~.

In another apartment somewhere in Tokyo.

Caitlin Palacios takes a bath in the tub.

Suddenly, the pocket watch that he had been carrying with him all the time vibrated.

Caitlin Palacios stared intently at the ancient pocket watch in her hand.

"Finally appeared, the daughter of the first god."

She stood up quickly, and the foamy bath water on her body flowed down her slender limbs.

She didn't have time to wipe it off.

He picked up a windbreaker and put it on, then followed the direction of the pocket watch's hands.

The movements of this daughter of the first god are extremely strange.

After traveling all around Tokyo, Caitlin Palacios finally came to a place.

The breath of the Daughter of the First God disappeared here.

University of Tokyo.

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In the villa bathtub.

"Mitsubishi Group?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu reached around and slowly massaged Fang Zuo's eyebrows, while her snow-white body covered in foam pressed tightly against Fang Zuo's back.

Let out a satisfied sigh.

Fang Zuo felt the sensation brought by the beauty's body on his back.

Smooth and soft.

"These guys have been expanding relentlessly since World War II. Not only do they have numerous overseas assets, they've also been steadily developing their influence in the island's political arena. I heard they've recently been locked in a bloody battle with several other financial groups over mineral resources in Brazil." Shiraishi Nagimi sneered, "Like all chaebols, they're eager to drain this country dry."

"They will fully support you in the future." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "They seem to have some ideas. Someone should contact you soon."

"Fully support me? Are they trying to reorganize a political party?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu rubbed his body, frowning and whispering, "From what I know, quite a few party members are actually their people."

Fang Zuo couldn't help but admire this little woman. She was indeed very astute in politics and could easily guess the other party's thoughts. She was indeed a person who was born to be active in the island country's political arena and make a living from this.

"You guessed it. They really meant it. What do you think?"

"Let me think about it, are we in a cooperative relationship, or?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit Fang Zuo's shoulder, his breathing a little rapid. It was like this every time, and after rubbing it a few times, he would rekindle himself.

"Submission, absolute submission." Fang Zuo sneered, "If you don't want to, then whatever plan you propose, their only choice is to accept it or exterminate the clan."

Feeling the woman's body on his back getting hotter and hotter, Fang Zuo reached out and dug deep into her plump buttocks, which were as smooth as water. "What's wrong now?"

Shiraishi Nagi's small hands vigorously lifted Fang Zuo's shoulders and moved him out of the bathtub. Her eyes were bright and her red lips were as bright as cherries: "I want to surrender too."

His body pressed tightly against hers.

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Feng Dielian watched the video sent from her phone and clenched her hands.

The nails dug deep into the palms.

His own people knelt together in a field and wailed together.

Everyone's skin was torn and flesh was exposed from the whip.

Covered in blood.

The young leader of the Shimazu clan, whom his family had served for hundreds of years, was being grabbed by the back of the collar by Ashiya Dosan, who was throwing his small body up and down like a sandbag.

There was fear on the little face and he was crying loudly.

Every time he was thrown high up and dropped down, his little head would land a few centimeters above the stone slab on the ground, and would stop abruptly when one of his calves was caught.

If Ashiya Dosan had been a little slower in receiving the ball, his little head would have hit the stone slab.

"Sir, please forgive me. Feng Dielian will definitely complete the task." Feng Dielian pleaded painfully.

"Feng Dielian, this is the punishment for your failed mission." Ashiya Dosan sneered, "I don't want to investigate whether you really betrayed the Ashiya family, but I just don't want to spend the effort because everything you have is in my hands: the lives of your family, the life of this Shimazu youngest, and your life as well."

"So, I don't want to hear any of your excuses. I just want a result. I want to get the information about the person behind Yingkong Kurumi immediately. Then I will organize another sniper attack on Yingkong Kurumi."

"Otherwise, you know what will happen to you."

"Yes, sir." Feng Dielian nodded: "I will definitely complete the task, I swear."

"Very good, as soon as possible, I've been very impatient lately." Ashiya Dosan nodded and the video went off.

'thump'.

Feng Dielian knelt on the ground, took out her cell phone painfully, and looked at the number that she had seen countless times and was familiar with.

Why is nothing mine?

I don't belong to me, and he doesn't belong to me either.
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Inside the Prime Minister's official residence.

Shiba Mao looked at the royal edict that had just been sent to him in surprise.

Who will Emperor Naruhito pass the throne to?
Saeko?
The princess who was expelled from the royal family?

"What do you think about this matter?" Shi Pomao rubbed his brows.

How could there be so many troubles in just a few months of my term?

It would be fine if the royal family themselves broke the tradition, but the eldest princess knew that she was a member of Washington and Protestantism.

"This matter has nothing to do with our government. Let Shintoism worry about it." Cabinet Minister of Culture Hiroshi Hosokawa said with a smile.

Shiba Mao nodded and had a good impression of this newcomer who was transferred in through connections.

He is not very old in the political arena, but he seems to be particularly experienced and well-versed.

It’s worth it that I brought him into the cabinet.

'knock knock'

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Shi Pomao said.

The secretary opened the door and stood at the entrance and said, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, Sakura Sora Kurumi of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau is here."

"Please invite her in quickly." Shi Pomao said.

He rubbed his brows again.

Sharma Khan, the high priest of Hindu Brahmin.

John Matthews, the red-robed cardinal of the Vatican, is also the nominal godfather who baptized him.

There is also a Thai necromancer king.

Three such important people disappeared in Japan.

And most likely dead.

This prompted diplomats from the three countries to come here several times and demand a thorough investigation.

The other two are fine, after all, national strength and religion have little influence.

But John Matthews is different.

The influence of Catholicism is spread all over the world. A cardinal disappeared in Japan, and they must be given an explanation.

And the matter of the Catholic Church asking him to arrest the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kana Morisawa, needs to be handled by this Sakura Sora Kurumi.

For a moment, Shiba Shigeki seemed to have an illusion that this Yingkong Kurumi Hall Zheng was the prime minister.

It seems that if she doesn't want to do anything, there is nothing she can do.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister." Sakura Kurumi was wearing a police uniform, holding her police hat in her hand. Under her uniform skirt, her calves were wrapped in gray stockings. She stood in a standard posture and saluted in a standard manner.

Her little face was cold, and the golden pendant earring on her ear made her face look extremely gorgeous.

"You've arrived just in time. We've been waiting for you at the Yingkong Walnut Hall." Shiba Mao smiled and stood up to greet him. "Come on, please take a seat. I've asked you to come here because there's something very important that needs your attention."

"Understood, Prime Minister." Sakura Kurumi nodded: "But, I am here to arrest someone. I'm sorry, Prime Minister, please talk about your matter later."

"Arrest someone?" Shiba Mao was stunned. "Arrest who? Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Master, you are not mistaken, this is the Prime Minister's residence, and the people in this office are all new cabinet officials. Who are you arresting?"

(End of this chapter)