Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 311 Sweet Dreams
Two serious-looking Onmyoji soon arrived at Hakone Kuzuryu Shrine.

Bai Huizi from the Spiritual Opposition Society and a tall middle-aged man came to the crime scene.

Looking at the more than ten corpses of Shinto priests, the two looked around and walked towards Sakura Kurumi and the others.

"Mr. Yingkong Kurumi, long time no see." Bai Huizi said with a smile.

"Chairman Sakura Kurumi, my name is Tetsu Kono." Tetsu Kono extended his hand towards Sakura Kurumi with a sullen expression, his voice commanding in his arrogant tone, "I am currently serving as a rotating member of the Spiritual Opposition Council."

"Are you the apprentice of that good-for-nothing Takeda Taifu? Where's the scene you filmed? Show it to me immediately."

Sakura Kurumi didn't even look at him with her beautiful eyes. She nodded to Baihuizi, walked away a few steps, and continued to check the information on her mobile phone.

Hashimoto Yuna followed Feng Dielian with great interest, watching from the outside how she handled some things on the scene.

I often bicker with her.

Tetsushi Kono watched Sakura Kurumi, who didn't take him seriously, walk away, and slowly retracted his awkwardly extended hand.

He stared at Sakura Kurumi's back without saying a word.

His face looked very ugly.

"Show him the thing." Yingkong Kurumi said.

"Yes, Director." The police officer walked forward after the experience and was about to hand the iPad to Tetsushi Kono.

"Who is it for?" Yingkong Kurumi raised her head and frowned.

"Yes, Director." The police officer immediately changed direction and handed the iPad to Baihuizi.

Baihuizi said thank you and took it.

He opened the video and took a quick look at the situation in the camera before handing the iPad to Tetsushi Kono, whose face was as black as a petrified stone.

Tetsushi Kono took a deep breath, then took the iPad and clicked on the video of the crime.

Bai Huizi walked over to Yingkong Kurumi and said softly, "Kono Tetsuji, he's from the Mikawa Group, one of the six major groups. He's been in Kansai all year round and recently started taking turns at the Reiwa Council. He's not a particularly important figure, so with your current status, you don't need to bother with him."

"It seems like this guy has some mental problems." Yingsong Kurumi put away her phone and said.

"How many of those from these six major conglomerates have normal brains? Living in a place where wealth is concentrated, not to mention being a top Onmyoji of the Reiwa Society, of course they're a bit arrogant." Bai Huizi shook her head. "It's good enough that they still consider themselves human."

"I think Mrs. Bai Huizi is quite normal." Yingsong Kurumi smiled.

The lady had indeed always been nice to her.

It's just that the desire is so hungry that it's scary.

"Haha." Bai Huizi smiled, covering her mouth with her hands. "I was the same before. I treated you better because you were a woman. But now, you have seen a higher world."

"Mrs. Bai Huizi doesn't seem surprised at all by the killer's power?" Yingkong pursed her lips and pointed to the side. "That guy from the Sanhe Group looks stunned."

Bai Huizi turned her head to look at Kono Tetsushi who was stunned on the spot, then turned back and sighed: "I have seen more powerful things than this. There is nothing to be surprised about. His reaction is normal."

Footsteps sounded.

Several people dressed as priests walked in from outside the door.

The leader was an old man wearing a white priest robe with gold and black patterns and a priest hat.

"Chosokabe Rendai Gonji." Kono Tetsushi recognized him. "You've also come to Kanto."

Tetsushi Kono, who was in Kansai, certainly knew this old man.

The highest authority in Shintoism.

A shrine in Kansai all year round, responsible for the delivery of oracles and the operation of all shrines in Japan.

It seems that even he can't sit still when these large-scale murders that happened in shrines and specifically targeted Shintoists can no longer sit still.

"Yes." The old man known as Chosokabe Rendai Gonji stopped and nodded at him. "So many of our Shinto priests have died in Kanto, and you government officials are so incompetent. How can I not come and take a look?"

"Yes, I'm truly sorry." Kono Tetsushi bowed and said, "This is entirely the fault of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department, and as the director, Sakura Kurumi must bear full responsibility."

"Don't worry, Daquanshi. I will write a report to the Spiritual Dissent Council and then submit a dismissal order to Congress in the name of the Spiritual Dissent Council. I hope Congress will pass it and remove this Yingkong Kurumi Hall Chief from all his duties."

Chosokabe Ren Daigonji was stunned and glared at Kono Tetsuji as if he was a fool.

There was a "pop" sound.

A slap hit Tetsushi Kono's face hard.

"Asshole! How could it be the responsibility of Sakura Kurumi Hall Chief? Are you tired of living? You framed our goddess, the boy from the Kono family. Looks like I need to have a serious talk with your clan leader."

After saying this, Chosokabe Ren left behind the confused Kono Tetsushi who was covering his face, walked over to Sakura Sora Kurumi and bowed slightly: "Goddess, thank you for your hard work!!"

Yingkong Kurumi also bowed in return and said, "Your Excellency Daigonshi, our Shintoist enemies seem to be a bit tricky this time."

"Excuse me, Your Excellency the Goddess, can I see the live video?" Chosokabe Lian straightened up and said.

"It's in that person's hand." Sakura Kurumi pointed to Tetsu Kono who was standing next to her with a shocked look on his face and holding an iPad in his hands.

"Bastard, come here and give it to me." Chosokabe Lian shouted angrily.

Tetsushi Kono finally woke up and quickly handed the iPad respectfully to Chosokabe Ren.

Then he looked at Yingkong Kurumi who had a cold face beside him.

This person is actually a Shinto goddess?

He put away his cold face and forced an awkward smile.

Smile along.

I have been practicing hard in Guanxi for the past two years, and it seems that I have missed a lot of things.

It's too unlucky.

Chosokabe Ren looked at the video on the iPad with a serious expression.

The spiritual energy in this world is so thin, why are there such powerful people?

Not to mention everyone here, even I am no match for him.

No wonder the goddess said it was tricky.

Although he didn't say anything before coming here, he still felt a little resentful towards this goddess in his heart.

But after seeing this video, Chosokabe Ren's slight resentment disappeared instantly.

"Don't worry, Goddess! I've received a divine oracle that a god will descend to deal with this guy." Chosokabe Ren returned the iPad to Yingsora Kurumi and said softly, "We just need to set a trap and wait for the murderer to come."

"Then please, Daquansi, arrange all this and inform me when you have a plan." Yingkong Kurumi said, "I'll go deal with the incident of our Prime Minister being stabbed in a car accident."

"Please do as you wish, Your Excellency the Goddess." Chosokabe Lian nodded seriously.

Sakura Kurumi called Kaede Ren and Hashimoto Yuna, and the three of them left the shrine and headed to the scene of the Prime Minister's car accident.

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Inside a high-end apartment in Shibuya, Tokyo.

She has few friends and usually lives in the research institute, so she rarely comes to this high-end apartment to rest.

When I woke up today and found myself in this room, I knew that my old problem had come back again.

It happened a few times before.

Every time I can’t remember what I did.

After this happened for the first time, Furukawa Miu was prepared and installed a hidden button camera on herself.

She pulled out the memory card from the button camera on her coat and inserted it into her computer.

The picture kept jumping in the city. The height and speed were far beyond that of ordinary people, which surprised Furukawa Miu.

My physical fitness seemed to have improved a little, and I kept running around on various walls and houses.

Soon they ran to the suburbs of Tokyo.

Is this the model for the new human beings of the future?

Miu Furukawa was very surprised and became more and more excited.

This made her eager to return to the laboratory and continue observing the evolution of her genes.

But in a blink of an eye.

After I came to Kanagawa Prefecture.

The brutal scenes in the picture frightened her so much that she covered her mouth.

He actually killed so many people.
These bat-like creatures were summoned at random.

How amazing these things are.

This isn't the first time she's seen this type of bat in her videos.

He could actually manipulate particles and reorganize them into a real creature.

at this point.

It is exactly the same as the creature that was transformed into after the rare blue crystal was passed through by neutrinos in the thousand-meter underground laboratory not long ago.

They are all composed of microparticles.

The difference is that the strange alien creature died instantly due to the environment.

And this bat can actually adapt to the current environment on Earth.

Miu Furukawa suddenly had a bold idea.

If is just if.
After one's own genes have advanced further and become able to control particles at will.
Does that mean that I can create any creature, including bats?

Or even anything at all?

Isn't it yourself.
Creator?
Suddenly, a wanton cry in the video interrupted Furukawa Miu's thoughts.

this.
Is this my own cry?
She lowered her head in disbelief and continued reading.

The picture is frozen on the eaves late at night.

There is nothing else in front of the picture.

But from his own screams and voices, he could tell that he seemed to be restrained by someone.

Could it be that I was...
No, the view didn't change.
I was still standing, and there was no one in front of me.

Is the other person behind me?
Miu Furukawa quickly reached into her nightgown.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

Could it be that this incident is the reason why I just dreamed about the man I met only once?

It shouldn't be
Even if something happened, you shouldn't dream about the man who tore your underwear.

Zhou Yuanyan said that he can also control particles
Is this the reason why I dreamed about him?
No, this genetic defect must be resolved quickly.

Otherwise, you won’t know what you will do in the future.

Maybe we can ask Dr. Zhou Yuanyan to borrow that man for research.
Miu Furukawa stood up and wanted to go to the laboratory immediately to observe her genetic evolution.

She looked at the bed sheet and her face turned red. She actually thought she was so crazy in her dream.

Just when Miu Furukawa was about to change the bed sheets.

Doorbell rang.

Who will come to find me?

No one else knew about this high-end apartment.

What's more, it's so late.

"Who?" Furukawa Miu walked into the living room and asked loudly.

No one answered.
Miu Furukawa felt a little scared.

She approached the door slowly and nervously.

I looked out through the peephole. In the peephole, there was no one standing outside the door.

suddenly.

The cat's eyes went dark.

A terrifying eye bulged out, staring at him through the cat's eyes.

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Prime Minister Shibamoto was in a car accident.

This incident caused a small stir in Japan.

This prime minister, who has been on the hot search list for criticism several times, does not have a high sense of presence in the hearts of the Japanese people.
After a moment of surprise, no one soon cared about why the car accident happened.

The accident occurred on a remote road near Kanagawa Prefecture.

Prime Minister Shigeki was visiting his hometown of Tottori Prefecture for personal reasons.

When passing by here.

The police cars leading the way in front and behind were fine.

Just then, Prime Minister Shibamoto's car was hit by a car at the intersection.

A customized Lexus for Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeru.

Police officers have cordoned off the scene and are using tools to measure various distances and dimensions.

Two Kawasaki motorcycles and a Ford drove up and stopped by the side of the road.

Three pairs of beautiful legs walked over side by side.

Yuuna Hashimoto's luxurious dress was particularly eye-catching, and her pair of beautiful legs with invincible proportions attracted the attention of the police officers at the scene.

Whisper.

"This guy seems to be a lieutenant in the Maritime Self-Defense Force. He's been to our Security Agency several times." An old police officer explained, "If nothing else, the proportions of his legs are amazing!"

"No matter what, I will always support Yingkong Kurumi Hall Chief!!" the fat man next to him shouted.

"Deputy Feng Dielian's face is the most standard." Another police officer said.

Sakura Sora Kurumi, Kaede Ren, and Hashimoto Yuna were standing at the crime scene watching.

Listen to the police officer's report.

Prime Minister Shibamo, still in shock, had already evacuated.

Fortunately, the customized Lexus was hit by a small Toyota and it was not a big deal.

Apart from some damage to the car door, there were no casualties.

"Director! Deputy Director!" The police officer in charge of maintaining order at the scene came up and saluted Yingkong Kurumi and Yingkong Kurumi.

"Where is the culprit?" Sakura Kurumi said with a frown.

I looked around but couldn't see the driver who caused the accident.

"He was taken away by the National Security Bureau in the lecture hall." said the police officer.

Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian looked at each other.

How could it be so fast?

The two smelled an unusual scent.

"When did those guys from the National Security Bureau come? How many people came?" Feng Dielian asked.

"They arrived at the scene very quickly, almost immediately. There were two cars and eight people including the driver," the police officer replied.

Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian looked at each other again. It seemed that there was something very strange about this case.

Eight people, not too many, not too few either.

But if we really focus on the assassination of the Prime Minister, it would be far less.

"Are there any people from the National Security Agency in the Prime Minister's escort convoy this time?" Yingkong Kurumi asked with a frown.

"The lecture hall is right there, no!" the police officer recalled. "The Prime Minister's motorcade consisted of me and a few colleagues, a few colleagues from the transportation department, and members of the Prime Minister's security team."

"Two cars showed up immediately after the collision, but our colleagues handcuffed the driver and locked him in our police car."

"After the National Security Bureau personnel showed their credentials, they arrested the driver in a very forceful manner, claiming it was a national security incident."

"Assholes, what were you thinking? Why did you let them take them away?" Feng Dielian took a step forward with a cold face: "What did I tell you? No case can be transferred to other departments without our consent."

"They said this was an assassination and should be handed over to the State Security Bureau, so," the police officer said with his head lowered.

"This accident case has not yet been determined. Whether it was a traffic accident or a public safety incident, we still haven't received any confessions or evidence." Feng Dielian said angrily:
"No matter what, it's impossible for this case to suddenly become a national security incident without any interrogation."

"You must not let them take people away so easily."

"We initially refused, but then Prime Minister Shibamoto came out and said we should hand it over to the National Security Agency. So, we..." the police officer said in a low voice, his head lowering.

Now not only Yingkong Kurumi and Fengdielian felt that there was a problem, but Hashimoto Yuna also felt that there was a big problem.

"How could the Prime Minister possibly get involved in something like this?" Hashimoto Yuna asked, "Don't you think there's something fishy going on?"

"You only realized it when the problem became serious?" Feng Dielian said unhappily.

"Hey, I'm not from your police force, how can I know what your procedures are?" Hashimoto Yuna rolled her eyes.

"Forget it, just do your work. Learn a lesson from this incident, write it into a report, and submit it to Deputy Director Feng Dielian." Yingkong Hu Tao said.

"Yes!!" The police officer saluted and left.

"Let's go and rest first. We've been busy all night." Yingkong Kurumi looked at the time.

The two cases were handled together, and in the blink of an eye, the time went from evening to morning.

"I know there's a hot spring near Kanagawa Prefecture. Let's go and soak in it," suggested Hashimoto Yuna.

This proposal immediately aroused great interest in Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian.

"Go, go, go!" Feng Dielian turned around excitedly.

Is there anything more enjoyable than taking a hot spring bath after a tiring day at work?
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early morning.

A small figure kicked the sandbag open with a flying kick.

Another punch passed.

Another sandbag was knocked away, and even the rope was broken.

Riley Gambino, wearing a training tank top and shorts, was warming up in a Thai boxing gym.

As a Japanese woman, she doesn't seem to have any other characteristics of a Japanese woman except her smaller stature.

She has healthy wheat-colored skin and long, dyed brown-red hair tied in a high ponytail.

The small face is made up in Thai style.

Wearing a lip stud on the upper lip.

There are various totem tattoos on his left arm and thigh.

No one knows that the largest Thai boxing gym in Tokyo is owned by the Gambino family, the leader of the five major mafia families in the United States.

A family that even the CIA is annoyed with.

Decades ago, after the US government decided to eradicate the five increasingly powerful mafia families, several large-scale operations took place.

Even though the National Guard was dispatched several times, the heads of the five major mafia families were finally arrested and sent to prison.

Except for one of the five leaders who finally walked out of the prison, the other four died in there.

But they still failed to completely eradicate the five major underworld families.

These five families that split from the Italian Mafia have long surpassed their predecessors in North America and have firmly taken root there.

And now, the five major families are just like the Yamaguchi-gumi.

They package themselves with various industries.

It also has close ties with the major financial families in the United States.

This allows them to enter the Mexican and Brazilian markets more unscrupulously.

Of course, they did not let Japan go.

But in a country with relatively few immigrants and slums, the profits are far less than those in South America, and even to some extent, Southeast Asia.

This forced them to turn to industries like underground boxing gyms.

"Mikami Yua sent a message saying they'll be here this morning." Demi Blackrock said with a smile, "You can finally fulfill your wish."

She was wearing a black dress, and her curvy figure was extremely eye-catching.

Behind her stood an old white man.

The old man was wearing a white Protestant clergyman's robe and had a bare head.

The scalp is tattooed with various symbols.

There was a nose ring on his face with several scars.

The scepter embroidered on his white robe represents his identity.

A Protestant militant priest.

This kind of combat priest is even rarer and more powerful than the Disciple Knight, and his strength makes all forces respect him.

"Yes. I recognized her the first time I saw her in the club." Reilly Gambino held a white bandage in her right hand and slowly tied her left hand.

"Nagano Rei, a seeded fighter of the Japanese King of Fighters, a disciple of Zhang Benhe in the Qiming Underground Arena."

"Harimoto's management is very strict. There's no signal and no video recording allowed in the arena."

"But, in the end, some fearless people filmed some footage and posted it on the dark web."

"I've watched her matches so many times in North America, over and over again. They're still on my phone. I've always wanted to play against her."

"It's a pity that I can't come to Tokyo. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to enter the Qiming Arena."

"Now that I finally have this opportunity, how can I let it go?"

"It's been several years, and several of my uncles are still lying in the intensive care unit. They have become vegetative and there is no hope of recovery in their lifetime."

"My martial arts mentor [Muay Thai champion, Sengger] was also beaten to death by Zhang Benren with one punch."

"I will never forget these scenes in my life."

Reilly Gambino said lightly.

After tying the left hand, start tying the right hand slowly.

"None of them will be able to escape this time, Nagano Rei. I will kill her with my own hands and then throw her head at the entrance of Tokyo Keimei Arena for Zhang Benhe to see clearly."

"Make him regret competing with our family for the underground fighting arena in Kanto."

"Let him have a taste of the loss of intimacy."

"Don't forget about Yuya Mikami. I was wondering, what if someone accidentally kills her? What will the consequences be?" Demi Blackrock blinked. "After all, in a life-or-death duel, it's normal to accidentally injure ordinary people."

"What can the Jewish consortium do to appease the Mikami family's wrath? Will they really risk their lives against our Jewish consortium for a dead woman, resulting in a mutually devastating loss?"

"I'd really like to see if that's the case." Demi Blackred said with a smile, "Elder Ul Simmons, I hope you can help me when the time comes. She has quite a few bodyguards."

"No problem, Miss Demi," the combat priest known as Ur Simmons said solemnly, "Although you are Jewish, since the Archbishop has asked me to follow you, your orders are the Archbishop's orders until this mission is completed."

"Very good, it seems everything is ready, just waiting for them to come." Demi Black smiled gently.

Everything is under control.
(End of this chapter)