Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 278 The Beautiful Chief Justice's Way of Humiliation
"Deputy Feng Dielian, right? I'll remember you!" Masami Miura took out a tissue and a makeup mirror and quickly wiped the stains on her face. Then she looked at the stains on her black stockings and uniform, and trembled with anger.

Yingkong Kurumi suppressed her laughter, covered her mouth with a fist, and coughed, "Deputy Fengdielian, how could you be so careless? Hurry and help Chief Justice Miura Masami wipe it off."

"I'm so sorry, Justice Miura Masami. I sincerely apologize to you. Please don't move, let me do it." Feng Dielian, wearing red plastic gloves, came over with a rag and said with a smile: "I promise to wipe it clean for you."

"Ah! Don't come near me!!" Masami Miura looked at the black and greasy rag, and seemed to smell the stench inside. She was scared out of her wits. Her eyebrows arched upwards, her beautiful eyes stared, her red lips opened and she screamed, then retreated in embarrassment.

Her thigh accidentally hit the table leg, and with a "squeak", a big hole was pulled out of the tight black stockings, revealing her plump white skin.

"This is not my fault." Feng Dielian spread her hands innocently: "You won't ask me to compensate you for your stockings, Justice Miura Masami, I can't afford it."

"You guys!!! You are simply!!" Miura Masami was so angry that her chest kept heaving, the blush on her little face was too intense, and the tissue was violently pulled into a ball.

It would be fine if those stains were not wiped off, but once wiped off, they would spread out and look even dirtier.

"Cough." Hojo Sakurana was watching the farce with a frown on her face. She finally couldn't help coughing to remind Miura Masami not to lose her composure.

At the same time, he raised his chin and pointed to a corner of the ceiling of the security hall.

Masami Miura looked over as she gestured, and saw a camera facing her.

She came to her senses instantly and thought what if she was photographed in this state and then posted.

Then the image of the majestic wizard that he has always created will be completely gone.

She could even imagine that her miserable appearance would be made into countless ghost videos by self-media, and then played repeatedly on major media apps.

so close!

These two hateful women!

"Director Sakura Kurumi, are you going to allow your subordinates to use such petty means to retaliate against me?" Miura Masami calmed down, picked up the briefcase in her hand and slammed it heavily on the table.
"I've left the case that the court sent back to the National Security Bureau here. Be prepared to deal with the triple pressure from the procuratorate, the court, and public opinion."

She pointed to the large screen in the National Security Bureau and said, "The victims and their families, whose testimony was perjured by your agency, leading to decades of imprisonment on death row, are now marching towards your agency with a crowd of protesters. As the highest official in the agency, be prepared to deal with public criticism."

"Director Yingkong Kurumi, if you can't handle these three things, wait for Congress to impeach you and remove you from office. And you Fengdielian... you...!!!"

Masami Miura pointed at Feng Dielian, who had an innocent expression, and wanted to say something.

But when he saw the oily rag on her gloves, which he was flicking lightly on them from time to time, and the cold eyes on her innocent expression, he instantly swallowed his words.

She had no doubt that the beautiful deputy director would throw the dirty rag on her delicate makeup in the next second.

It will stick.

"Just wait." Miura Masami said the last words, and looked at her black stockings with big cuts and various stains on her body, and became angry again.

She picked up the briefcase to cover the holes in her black stockings and walked awkwardly in her high heels.

But open your legs.

With a "swish", the tear in the black stockings became bigger, even torn up to the hip part of the skirt.

"Ah~~!" Masami Miura screamed.

Only she herself knew what was happening under her skirt, so she quickly stepped away with her legs together.

Hojo Sakura looked at Miura Masami who was walking away with a serious expression and turned her head.

"Director Sakura Kurumi, I will try my best to shorten the time it takes to review the police officers," Hojo Sakura said with a smile. "However, you have no right to demand that my review be limited to one hour, and you must also accept our review."

"Not only that, if that Justice Miura Masami really sent an official letter..." Hojo Sakura patted the briefcase that Miura Masami had thrown on the table:

"This case will also be within the scope of our review. If you cannot find evidence in your favor in this case, I'm afraid the review of your interest transfer will last indefinitely."

"As for the one-hour rule you mentioned?" Hojo Sakura sneered, glancing at Sakura Kurumi with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm afraid the Security Bureau has no right to demand this from us. The Inspectorate's job is to keep an eye on departments like yours that have too much power."

"If I were you, instead of worrying about protecting my subordinates, I'd better focus on preparing for the accusations from the people who will soon surround the National Security Agency, as well as the subsequent questioning from Congress."

"At the same time, think about how to protect yourself from being implicated by your subordinates."

After saying that, Hojo Sakura turned around neatly and strode into the conference room. At the same time, she picked up the document handed to her by a colleague, took a look, and knocked on the table: "Officer 34535, please follow me in."

Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian watched the next police officer enter without saying a word.

They both tilted their long necks at the same time, their two pairs of beautiful eyes looking at the screen.

A large group of protesters were holding banners saying "judicial injustice" and "police fraud" and marching towards the Police Department.

"Director!!!" A police officer approached anxiously, saluted, and said, "There are quite a few reporters at the door, demanding to see you or the police spokesperson."

Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian looked at each other.

"I'll go, you think about how to deal with the rest of the things." Feng Dielian said.

"I leave it to you." Yingsong Kurumi nodded, turned and walked into her office.

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Yua Mikami is very confident.

Because I have money.

After she went back, her father's words were like an iron rule, which dispelled any thoughts she had.

Her father's majestic words are still echoing in her ears.

[“Thirteen experts above S-rank, four experts above SS-rank, and even two experts of unknown rank.”]

"These were hired by the Mikami family at great expense, along with the latest detection technology and Barrett anti-armor sniper rifles."

"However, they all died instantly, unable to even scream in their struggle. Only terror remained on their faces."

“Even if a god descended, it would be no more than this. However, gods in their own kingdoms cannot come here, and what you see before you is a real being.”

"Mikami Yuya, you must bear his child. This is a matter of vital importance to the survival of the Mikami family for a hundred years. No matter how you seduce or tempt him, you must use your charm and succeed!"

"Even if you don't get pregnant, you have to make him pay attention to you, Mikami Yuya! This is the family's order, and it's also what I demand of you as a father."

"You don't have to look so aggrieved. Relying on a strong person is such a blessing. I don't need to elaborate on it."

"Are you still dreaming of a foolish girl? Expecting a king to fall in love with you?"

"If you truly believe you're that great, then monopolize this king and make him inseparable from you!"

Yua Mikami recalled her father's words in her mind and accepted this fact.

Being at the top of the pyramid in Japan, I have seen everything.

In this so-called civilized society where everyone seems to be well-mannered, it is actually a steel jungle, far more terrifying and bloody than a natural jungle.

In the face of money, all forms of fantasy are just fantasies.

Those handsome and beautiful stars that ordinary people chase after become the playthings of various elderly women at night.

Things that ordinary people find it a luxury to even glance at are just discarded garbage in their eyes.

What is a human being in this civilized society?
People are just food that doesn't taste very good.

That’s why they are not displayed in large quantities in freezers at the top of the pyramid.

She could never forget a North American party she attended when she was an adult.

When the human-shaped turkey was served, she vomited in fear and then quickly ran away, which caused the white people on the pyramid to laugh at her.

She also couldn't forget the few times she saw and heard in Japan, which were not much better than the human-shaped turkey.

Yua Mikami looked at the two women in front of her.

Sitting on her man's lap.

A woman wearing a teacher's uniform from Tokyo Women's University.

The other woman seemed to be a teacher in the school.

Even if the momentum can't be suppressed.

It's nothing more than spending more money: "Name your price, leave him, and I'll write a check now!"

"money?"

"Cheque?"

Nagano Rei and Momoki Kanona looked at each other in surprise. Are there any women who are so stupid?

Then they all stared at Mikami Yuya and asked in unison: "How much can you offer?"

"I won't waste my time, twenty million dollars," Mikami Yuya said casually. "US dollars."

Momoki Kanonai was stunned: "Twenty million US dollars? How much is that? A lot or a little?"

As a Protestant saint, she has never known the amount of money since she was a child.

Anyway, everything is arranged by someone and you can get whatever you want.

You can use your own card to pay for anything.

Having lived in that Protestant town for a long time, I had very little desire for the outside world and had no concrete concept of the amount of money.

Nagano Rei was also stunned, and looked at Fang Zuo in disbelief: "Master, you are really worthless."

Fang Zuo rolled his eyes and said, "This is none of my business!"
"How was the talk with your father?" Fang Zuo looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "Is the agreement over?"

Although I don't mind having one more woman, I still feel a little uncomfortable about having to lend my sperm in the name of it.

"I don't need to come now that this is over." Mikami Yuya's eyes were still fixed on the two women. She walked over to Fang Zuo and took out a document. "The equipment and patent authorization you requested are already packed in the container. This is the shipping order for the container, with the ship and cargo number on it. It will be shipped to Shanghai tomorrow."

"Very efficient." Fang Zuo nodded in satisfaction and took the document. "How did you know where I was sending it?"

"Of course, you are Chinese, and only you can use these things. It's like developing a car. Other countries haven't even developed the engine, so what's the use of having a few wheels." After saying this, Yua Mikami looked at the two women.

They seemed completely indifferent to their own asking price.

What a big appetite.

Mikami Yuya said lightly:
"4 million, still in US dollars, how about it? All I need is for you to leave him completely."

"A lot?" Momoki Kanonai still looked confused.

Nagano Rei looked at Momoki Kanonai with a sincere look in her eyes and urged, "It's a lot of money, really a lot, you can't spend it all in your lifetime. You have to promise her. I have no choice. This is my master, I can't leave."

"I'll give you my share, and you can leave." Taomu Xiangnai sneered, and tightened her arms around Fang Zuo's neck: "I'm still your master's wife."

"What are you talking about?" Nagano Rei was furious. She took back the words that were about to come out of her mouth at the critical moment.

What a sinister guy, deliberately provoking me in front of Master! !
"6 million US dollars, how about it?" Mikami Yuya said: "Please think about it carefully."

She was only halfway through her sentence when Fang Zuo suddenly stood up and interrupted her. Zhou Yuanyan sent a text message saying that the daughter of the First God was not in good condition.

At the same time, a surveillance video was sent.

Fatia, whose figure and appearance often change, is now huddled in a corner.

He grabbed his little head with both hands and wailed in pain.

Blue energy waves burst out from the seven orifices, like burning flames.

She covered her ears with both hands, but still couldn't block the blue energy waves.

It came out through the palm of my hand.

At the same time, her ten fingers slowly emitted blue light.

Then the blue light gathered together like a sharp blade.

The blue light slowly began to extend, and the energy began to turn from blue to white.

Finally it turned into two white energy light blades.

Fang Zuo suddenly remembered the last scene of the future that his soul saw in the vortex.

The unknown creatures that attacked him from behind were such light blades.

"What's going on?" Fang Zuo called back.

"I'm not sure. It's related to the vortex in the sky that night." Zhou Yuanyan said, "It got worse and worse after that."

"I'll go over and take a look right away." Fang Zuo said and hung up the phone.

"Give this to Zhang Benhe." Fang Zuo handed the shipping order to Nagano Rei and said seriously, "This is very important."

Then he patted Momoki Kanona's little face.

People have disappeared.

"See, the master trusts me." Nagano Rei shook the document proudly.

"Heh, he took a picture of my face." Momoki Kanonai said with a sneer.

Mikami Yuya looked at the two women who completely ignored her existence, opened her red lips and said coldly: "8000 million US dollars!!!"

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Sakura Kurumi was sitting in the office.

A middle-aged police officer stood upright in front of him.

The high-ranking police rank on his shoulder represents his identity.

Keiji Oono, Section Chief of the Seventh Section of the National Security Agency.

"Who instructed you to do this?" Yingsong Kurumi asked while writing a report with her head down.

"I don't understand what you mean, Director." Keiji Oono said with his head down.

"Keiji Ohno, Chief of the Major Criminal Investigations Section 7 of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department. He graduated from the University of Tokyo's School of Political Science and Law and joined the police force after passing the National Civil Service Examination, Category I Special Examination Group." Sakura Kurumi put down her pen, looked up, and stared at Keiji Ohno as she continued:

"After only one year on the job, he was promoted from inspector general to inspector general."

"Three years later, he was promoted to Superintendent."

"In the police department, not many people can pass the special examination to enter here. Once they pass, they become elite police officers with the rank of deputy police officer, which is three levels higher than ordinary civil servants and patrol officers."

"As long as you don't make any serious mistakes, the lowest rank you can achieve is Superintendent of Police."

"Ono Keiji, with your qualifications, even if you wait, you can still get a high position. You don't need to rely on fabricating false evidence to improve your case handling rate."

Sakura Kurumi patted the documents on the table with her small hands.

"Six witnesses gave false testimony and tampered with the autopsy report. What a massive undertaking! This is simply not something you could have done alone."

"Besides, there's no need for you to take such a risk."

"The Supervisory Office is right outside. They'll bring you in for questioning soon. After that, we'll also launch an internal investigation. At this point, are you still planning on hiding this from me?"

Keiji Ohno bowed his head deeply and said, "Director."

There was still silence.

"Although you're quite a bit older than me, I've partnered with you several times since I joined the police force," Yingkong Kurumi said. "I know you very well. You're not someone who would do anything to climb the ladder for personal gain."

"That's why I promoted you to be the head of Section 7."

"All of this stems from my trust in you, Oono Keiji!"

"And now, where is your trust in me?"

"Director" Keiji Ohno clenched his hands tightly and remained silent.

"You're not going to tell me yet?" Sakura Kurumi nodded. "In that case, hand over your gun and police ID, then go out and wait for the investigation. I'm giving you one last chance, Oono Keiji."

"Yes." Keiji Ohno slowly pulled out his service gun, then took out his police ID, walked two steps forward, and placed it on Sakura Sora Kurumi's desk.

At this time, Feng Dielian was surrounded by reporters' microphones outside.

Several police officers were maintaining order.

If they hadn't stopped them, these reporters would have swarmed in and broken down the door of the Security Bureau.

Feng Dielian replied calmly, "Reporters, let me reiterate, these two cases are old files from the Public Security Bureau. One occurred over a decade ago, and the other is even older, dating back decades. We don't have accurate information on these cases right now and can't give you an immediate response."

"So, please give us some time. I promise to collect your questions and requests and submit them to higher authorities. After a thorough investigation, I will give you an explanation."

A reporter shouted, "Deputy Feng Dielian, you haven't addressed our questions directly. If your rank doesn't allow you to answer, then please ask Deputy Yingkong Kurumi to come out."

"Yes, the public needs to know the truth, not this kind of evasive answer."

Just as the reporters were talking to each other in a chaotic manner, a large number of protesters had arrived.

Although the police set up a cordon and formed a human wall, they could not block out the protests from various loudspeakers.

For a while.

All the reporters switched their cameras back and forth between the protesting people and the police officers.

The people became increasingly angry and pushed the police officers.

If you are not careful, the situation will escalate.

Just at this time.

The police officers made way.

Yingkong Kurumi walked out and stood beside Feng Dielian.

The reporters became even more noisy and asked their own questions.

The people were shouting loudly one after another.

Yingsora Kurumi took the microphone, her face solemn.

"Dear journalists and the public, I know what you want to ask. No matter what the question is, I would like to first clarify the position of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"I, Sakura Sora Kurumi, am here to give you a clear answer on behalf of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"First, all wrongful convictions will have their files reopened. There will be no retroactive expiration date for major criminal cases like these. We will investigate thoroughly, no matter how difficult the case, no matter how slim the clues, until the murderer is caught, this file will never be closed.

"Second, no matter who the murderer is or what his background is, we will bring him to justice and show no leniency."

"Third, I openly and deeply regretfully admit that both of these wrongful convictions were caused by fabricated crimes by police officers from the National Security Bureau."

"Although these cases occurred before I took office, as the Director of the Security Bureau, I feel extremely ashamed."

"I will not shirk my responsibility. The internal investigation of the Security Bureau will be thorough and all the bad apples will be uncovered. At the same time, I have requested that the Supervisory Office conduct a procedural justice investigation into our Security Bureau, and they are currently investigating."

"I believe that with the close cooperation between the two sides and our own investigation by the Police Department, the case will soon be solved and the bad police officers in the police force will be detained and prosecuted."

"We will give an explanation to the families and friends of all those wrongfully convicted, as well as to the media and the public who care about this case."

"Thank you everyone, please stay tuned!"

After the speech.

Yingsora Kurumi walked back to her office with a normal expression.

Feng Dielian followed behind with big strides: "How is it? Did Keiji Ohno explain?"

"No, he just refused to tell me." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head.

"This guy, huh, just check the forces he's involved with and you'll know." Feng Dielian snorted coldly, "There's no way this guy would do this for himself."

"I think the same thing." Yingkong Kurumi nodded and said, "Also, there is a faction that is highly suspicious."

"Which family?" Feng Dielian was stunned.

"Have you looked into this case carefully?" Yingkong Kurumi stopped and turned around.

"I saw it." Feng Dielian said.

"Tell me who you think the murderer is." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"Since there was a gang fight at the scene, the murderer should be a gang member. Let's investigate the gang's power." Feng Dielian said.

Seeing Yingkong Kurumi frown, Feng Dielian immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. If that's all, I wouldn't have stayed here for so long in vain."

"If he really was a gang member, why would he bribe Keiji Ohno to frame him for an accidental killing? He could have just pulled one of his underlings out to take the blame."

"There are too many doubts here. Almost every condition is suspicious."

"First, why would a female middle school student be killed in a gang fight?"

"Secondly, if it was manslaughter, why would they go to such great lengths to bribe Keiji Ohno to cover up the accidental killing of a middle school girl?"

"Thirdly, if it was a gang, why would they need to bribe police officers to cover it up? Do they need to cover it up?"

"Fourth, if they murdered him, why did they tamper with the autopsy report? What are they trying to hide?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded: "Yes, although some of the reasoning overlaps, the general direction is correct, so I have doubts about that force."

(End of this chapter)