Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 322 The Struggle of Several Beautiful Women

"What's wrong? Sakura Kurumi is my best friend, so I have to be clingy to her. I'm not clingy to you!" Hashimoto Yuna rolled her eyes.

"We're working, okay? We're on a mission. Isn't your vacation over yet? Is the Maritime Self-Defense Force just that idle?" Feng Hualian stared intently at the camera screen, not forgetting to bicker with her: "Or is your position dispensable?"

"I've applied for a few more days of leave, is that okay? I'm a hero in the Japanese military now, so what's wrong with taking a few more days off?"

Sakura Kurumi ignored the two of them and stood side by side with Chosokabe Ren Daigonshi, looking at the several screens in front of them.

Also standing next to him was Tetsuya Kinoshita of Japan's National Public Safety Agency.

Although Kinoshita Tetsuya, who was driven out of the Security Bureau by Sakura Sora Kurumi, had some opinions about the director of the Security Bureau, he did not dare to overstep his bounds.

He was two levels lower in both police rank and position, so he didn't dare to stand on the same level as Yingkong Kurumi and stood one step behind her.

This is also the self-awareness he developed during his years of working in Japan.

The unbridgeable gap between superiors and subordinates.

"Your Majesty, are you really sure that the murderer will come?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned on her delicate little face, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail, and her beautiful legs wrapped in tight black leather pants.

Standing diagonally, the long legs have smooth lines.

The holster was tied behind the waist, and the little hand was pressing on the handle of the gun in the holster.

"Your Excellency, since this murderer is specifically targeting Shintoism, it is obviously a provocation. He looks so powerful in the video. I think he will not let go of such a good opportunity." Chosokabe Ren Daigonji took off his priest uniform and put on a black military uniform.

He took off his sacrificial hat, revealing a bald head covered with scars.

With gauntlets on his hands, he was obviously a priest skilled in close combat.

"I have transferred all the high-ranking priests in the Tokyo metropolitan area here in the name of a ceremony." Chosokabe Ren Daigonshi touched the scar on his head and said in a deep voice:

"If he really wants to provoke Shintoism so brazenly, then he will definitely not miss this opportunity."

"Even if he suspects it's a trap, I don't think he'll retreat given his strength."

"Instead, it makes him even more excited. This is the confidence of a high-level person!!"

"I really don't need to mobilize the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department?" Sakura Kurumi still felt something was amiss. "Or maybe I can ask this Kinoshita Tetsuya to mobilize the Public Security Bureau's action team."

"I'm sorry, Director Sakura Sora Kurumi," Kinoshita Tetsuya said from behind, his head bowed slightly. "Our Public Security Bureau's operations team is currently hunting down the perpetrators who assassinated a cabinet minister and the ambassador to China. With the director personally leading the team, I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower to spare."

"The murderer who assassinated the cabinet minister and the ambassador to China?" Sakura Kurumi paused slightly, the image of Chiba Iori appearing in her mind. Suppressing her urgency, she turned around and asked calmly, "Have you found any trace of the murderer?"

"Of course." Kinoshita Tetsuya looked at Sakura Kurumi with pride.

In this heinous murder case, the Public Security Bureau is far ahead of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

I heard that the National Security Bureau still has no clue, but I have already identified the murderer.

Being able to surpass the currently popular Sakura Sora Kurumi in Tokyo and her Police Department is something worth showing off.

In the end, they were able to defeat the National Police Agency and catch the murderer, which was undoubtedly a case that shocked Japan.

"Is the murderer a man or a woman?" Yingkong Kurumi asked calmly.

"Uh" Kinoshita Tetsuya hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it.

"What? I didn't ask anything else, and you don't even dare to reveal your gender?" Yingkong Kurumi glanced at him with a half-smile: "Don't you need to go to our Security Bureau to retrieve the entry registration file?"

"Ha, you're joking, of course." Kinoshita Tetsuya chuckled and said, "Currently, our Public Security Bureau has identified two murderers: a man and a woman."

"A man and a woman," Yingkong Kurumi repeated silently in her heart.

Chiba Iori, what on earth have you been through in North America over the years?
Chosokabe Ren Daigonji saw Sakura Kurumi lost in thought and thought she was worried about the ambush tonight.

I feel even more relieved.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Goddess. Since this is a provocation to Shintoism, then Shintoism will use its own strength to tell him that there is nothing that God cannot do." Chosokabe Lian Daquanshi's eyes shone with confidence:
"Today, a post-god will descend upon the Kingdom of God. Your Excellency, the Goddess, a post-god has not descended upon the secular world in nearly a hundred years."

"It's an honor for you and me to witness this kind of scene with our own eyes!!"

Yingsora Kurumi gave a smile of approval, but she didn't care in her heart and didn't think so at all.

What a bullshit omnipotent god
Your own man is!
After meeting her man, she already knew that there were higher-level existences in this world, and these Shinto priests alone were probably no match for the murderer.

It doesn't matter if they die. Although I have the protection of men, I am not afraid of the murderer.

But Kaedeka Ren and Hashimoto Yuna are still here.

What's more, it would be better if we could catch him so that we can give an explanation to our superiors.

Thinking of this, Yingkong Kurumi said, "Your Majesty, I have to excuse myself for a moment. I need to make a phone call to arrange some tasks for the Security Department."

"Please do as you please, Your Excellency the Goddess," said Chosokabe Lian Daquanshi with a slight bow, showing great respect for Sakura Sora Kurumi.

Different from ordinary goddesses and princesses.

The power of this goddess is, to some extent, even higher than that of the emperor.
Although there are hundreds of millions of Shinto believers in Japan, many of them are multi-faith believers, such as the current Prime Minister Shigeki no Shiba.

He is a Shintoist and a Catholic.

At this moment, there are not many believers like the goddess Sakura Kurumi who only believes in Shintoism, is so dedicated and has such power.

Today, as religion is increasingly losing power, there are many things in Shintoism that require the help of the goddess Sakura Kurumi.

To put it bluntly, if a few fearless gangsters come to cause trouble, the priests still have to call the police first. They can't just bury all of them in the backyard.

Even if the major shrines want to renovate the road in front of the shrine or add a few surveillance cameras, they need the approval of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency.

Perhaps it is because of this that today, when the power of God is gradually declining, there are some people who are so ignorant of the danger that they blatantly challenge Shintoism.

Chosokabe Lian Daquanshi sneered in his heart.

Tonight, all of Japan will know that Shinto is still Shinto.

Just like the emperor is still the emperor, even if he has no power, he is still the symbol of Japan.

Yingsora Kurumi turned around and walked out, while winking at Fenghua Lian.

Kaedeka Ren, who was watching the screen, understood what she meant and followed behind Sakura Kurumi.

Hashimoto Yuna also quickly followed the two women out.

"Immediately take my signed order and mobilize the National Security Agency's Special Crisis Management Team. Then go to the armory and collect weapons." Yingkong Kurumi said, "Ordinary weapons are useless. Request the two-million-volt electric grid guns and various electronic pulse equipment."

"Okay!" Feng Hualian asked in confirmation, "Are all the crisis management teams dispatched?"

"Everyone, bring the personnel from Sections 7 and 8." Sakura Kurumi nodded. "That guy is quite fierce. Have the team bring a full set of infrared and thermal imaging equipment. Also, bring particle RPGs. Surround the shrine."

"Do you want me to contact the Ground and Maritime Self-Defense Forces and turn on the high-power Aegis radar?" said Hashimoto Yuna.

"Not for now." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head. "Fortunately, this guy only targeted Shintoism and didn't raise the security level to such a high level."

"I'll go right away," Feng Hualian turned and left immediately.

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In a busy bar in Shibuya, Tokyo.

Irene Hayes and Selina Anli were already a little tipsy.

Both beautiful women's faces were flushed.

Even her originally fair neck and chest turned slightly red.

Many men came to chat with me along the way.

Especially the woman next to her whose inner layer is about to explode.

Any man who comes to the bar will see this pair of giant, naturally gifted bells at first sight after two drinks.

In today's world where thinness is considered beautiful for women, men are gradually preferring slightly plump women, not to mention having such a sacred object.

They all hope to meet Selina Anri.

The other one also had a big chest, about the size of an F, but she pales in comparison to the woman next to her.

Neither woman paid any attention to the men.

From time to time, they talked about interesting things and gossips from their school days, and naturally, like other women, they took selfies non-stop.

"I told you she wouldn't come," Irene Hayes suddenly said sarcastically, rolling up her sleeves and looking at her watch. "It's so late, and she hasn't come yet."

"Please hurry her up. If she doesn't come, we'll leave. I'm hungry, so let's go to the izakaya to eat something."

"No, I urged her not long ago. She said she was on the way." Selina Anri quickly took out her cell phone and checked to see if Furukawa Miu had any new messages for her.

"Are you going to hurry me up? If not, I'm leaving. You come here alone and wait for her." Erin Hayes frowned, standing up angrily and saying, "That doesn't make sense. After all, we're the guests and she's the landlord."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask her where she is." Selina Xingli quickly took Irene Hayes's hand and pulled her to sit down again, then turned on her cell phone and prepared to make another call.

At this time.

"I'm coming, I'm sorry I'm late." Furukawa Miu walked in with her long hair and a sweater on. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and bowed in front of the two of them.

"Sorry, sorry. I had another piece of research data arrive at the last minute, so I took a few extra glances at it and wasted some time."

"You're talking as if everyone isn't busy. I have a court hearing tomorrow." Erin Hayes sneered, "If you're so busy, don't come and save yourself from being an eyesore."

Selina Anri hurriedly pulled Furukawa Miu to sit down, poured her a glass of beer, and winked at her.

Furukawa Miu understood and raised her wine glass, saying to Irene Hayes, "I'm sorry, our lawyer. I apologize to you! Please forgive me."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and gulped down the drink. Then he turned the cup over with one hand, indicating that he had finished it, and covered his red lips with his other hand and burped lightly.

Irene Hayes looked a little better.

Selina Anli then poured beer for the two of them, and the three of them raised their glasses, clinked them, and each took a sip.

"How is Irene? How is tomorrow's case? Are you confident?" asked Miu Furukawa.

"Oh, the great doctor still cares about my lawsuit," Irene Hayes curled her lips.

The little face was still a little cold and didn't say anything.

"Look how much Miyu cares about you. She asked about you first and didn't ask about my own affairs." Selina Anri said quickly.

The little feet wearing purple high heels under the table took off the high heels.

A plump foot wrapped in flesh-colored stockings kicked Irene Hayes.

"Don't worry, I've never lost a lawsuit." Irene Hayes looked at Selina Xingli after being kicked, and then said.

"As expected of our great lawyer," Furukawa Miu raised her glass to Irene Hayes. After clinking glasses with hers, she took another sip and turned to ask, "What about you, Selina? Has the wife of the Yamaguchi-gumi leader agreed to your request? Will she help the Japanese in Brazil?"

"I haven't agreed yet." Selina Anli smiled slightly as she watched the relationship between the two ease. However, after hearing the question, her smile turned bitter and she shook her head. "But there is hope, thanks to Irene's help."

"What do you mean by help or not? Your business is my business!" Erin Hayes patted Selina Xingli's hand comfortingly. "As long as I win this lawsuit and help that lady win the lawsuit, I don't think she will be too upset. Even if she has any more conditions, they won't be too harsh."

"I hope so." Selina Anri remembered the conditions proposed by Morisawa Kana.

Suddenly, a trace of regret flashed through my mind. Why was I so stupid at that time? If I had gritted my teeth and served that man, wouldn't everything have been solved?

What's more, the man's muscles are so strong
Those abs, that strength, that splash.
Selina Anri swallowed.

Thinking of this, the lewd scene at that time came back to my mind, and my body felt hot. I rubbed my legs, raised my beer glass, and drank the rest of the beer in big gulps.

I am so stupid!!

"It's all my fault. I'm only good at scientific research and can't help you two." Furukawa Miu raised her glass and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses. "No matter what, I hope both of you can complete your tasks smoothly."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Selina Anli forced a smile, raised her glass, and nudged Erin Hayes. "Come on, let's take a picture of the three of us after we finish drinking."

“We haven’t taken a photo together in years.”

Three empty cups were put down.

Three faces, each with its own unique characteristics, were put together.

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At the same time, inside the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Hojo Sakura and Miura Masami carefully avoided the bruises on each other's bodies and washed off the sweat and stains on their bodies.

Then they walked out limply, wrapped in bath towels.

Looking at the wet sheets, the two looked at each other with their faces flushed even more intensely, and they turned around and could only sit on the sofa.

Looking at the messy sofa, the two of them sat on the chairs on the balcony.

The room still stank of the two people's wanton scent.

Once again, they saw each other's unrestrained indulgence, and at the same time saw each other's most private parts, which brought them closer together.

"Thank you." Hojo Sakura couldn't help but express gratitude as she looked at Miura Masami. She touched her smooth neck and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Despite Miura Masami's unauthorized actions, she suffered the wrath of more men, which made her scream.

But she still begged her owner to take off the pet chain around her neck.

The owner also rewarded her for doing a good job and took away the pet chain from her neck.

Before Hojo Sakura fell into a coma, she saw the blonde beauty being taken away by her master.

Only then did she realize that Masami Miura had done many things that she didn't know about.

"Why don't you let the master help you solve this matter?" Hojo Sakura suddenly said, "The court will start tomorrow. You look very nervous, don't you?"

"In that case, why don't you ask the master for help? I believe it will be a very simple matter for him."

"As a slave, you should have the awareness of a slave. If we can't even solve this problem, what's the value of our existence?" Miura Masami lay charmingly on the chair, stroking her body with a finger, still savoring the gradually fading aftertaste.

"But you have no confidence, don't you?" Hojo Sakura looked at Miura Masami's intoxicated look, and a slight blush appeared on her skin again. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have begged me to be the prosecutor in your case the last time we met."

"It's a lie to say you're absolutely sure. After all, Irene Hayes is a renowned criminal justice in North America. Since she dared to come out and defend my brother, she must have been confident." Miura Masami sighed.
"Even if I don't have faith, I can't use this matter to beg the master. If a person doesn't even have this little value, what can he use to beg the master?"

"So you came to me for help? Are you so sure that I will do my best as a prosecutor and send that guy to jail?" Hojo Sakura looked out the window at the scenery. "Aren't you afraid that I will just brush you off?"

"Let me ask you, based on your sense of justice, do you think that the bodies buried in my backyard and the victims of the unjust case more than ten years ago were killed by my brother?" Masami Miura asked Hojo Sakurana with a serious face.

"I'm not a judge. I will only conduct necessary monitoring in court based on the evidence." Hojo Sakura turned around and met Miura Masami's gaze without giving a direct answer.

"This isn't a courtroom. I hope you can speak your mind." Miura Masami said, "Nothing else involved. Just the purest thoughts."

"If you put aside my identity, my answer to you is," Hojo Sakurana paused, "your brother is more than just a murderer, he's a psychopathic killer. There's no such coincidence in the world, and add to that those recordings."

"That's why I came to you. I don't trust anyone else." Miura Masami said sternly, "I didn't come to you because we have a good relationship. I came to you because your sense of justice will definitely not let me fight alone."

"I came to you because I know your sense of justice won't allow you to be distracted by other factors and make an accusation against your will."

"The Miura family has deep roots in the judicial community. To be honest, these days I've seen many of my brother's supporters from the Miura family contacting various people and visiting him in prison."

"Given their power and connections, perhaps a new prosecutor would be their man."

Hojo Sakura was silent for a long time.

Suddenly I didn’t recognize Masami Miura anymore.

This classmate of mine seems to have grown a lot since his father died.

While she was calculating the various conditions of the entire lawsuit, she also accurately controlled her own character.

She was right.

I will never accept bribes or pressure from my superiors.

Now that I am a prosecutor, I will make good use of the evidence in my hands and send the criminal to where he deserves.

I used to think that Masami Miura was very childish, but now it seems that she has grown up.

And I am still asking such childish questions.

"Then where do you think the lawyer will start?" Hojo Sakura asked. "Since you've thought of all this, you must have done some research on that famous lawyer from North America."

"It's hard to say. I've analyzed all the cases Irene Hayes has filed these days," said Masami Miura. "Procedural justice, public pressure, and moral supremacy. She doesn't seem to have any inherent methods when it comes to lawsuits. She uses whatever means to win, even..."

Masami Miura paused, stood up, opened a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, picked up two wine glasses, and poured a glass each for himself and Hojo Sakura.

After handing it to Hojo Sakurano, Miura Masami continued, "In early 2023, a train derailment in Ohio, USA, caused pollution. The derailed train was carrying dozens of tons of vinyl chloride, which polluted the local environment."

"While local residents hired lawyers to gather evidence to sue Norfolk Southern, the vinyl chloride was inexplicably burned before being released into the air."

"Dioxins formed by burning vinyl chloride are carcinogens and can remain in underground environments for many years, but they are difficult to find evidence of."

"Norfolk Southern hired the Irene Hayes team as its top lawyer at the time."

"And as far as I know, the owner behind Norfolk Southern is none other than the President of the United States who is about to step down."

Miura Masami stood up, his back to Hojo Sakura, and looked out the window at the enchanting night view of Tokyo. He took a long sip of red wine and said in a deep voice, "Even the five environmental consultants hired by the residents died in a plane crash while flying to Ohio for inspection."

Miura Masami turned around and looked at Hojo Sakurano, smiled bitterly and said, "How can I not worry about such a vicious opponent?"

"There was also a case where a Boeing employee sued the company. This veteran Boeing employee had a large amount of evidence of shoddy workmanship and quality control, and he filed a lawsuit against Boeing."

"The evidence is almost irrefutable. Even if Boeing can clear itself of some of the charges, it will still face hefty fines."

"But shortly after being questioned by Boeing's lawyers, the veteran employee committed suicide in his truck."

"That lawyer. Also Eileen Hayes."

"How can I not be worried about an opponent like this?"

Miura Masami shook his head and sighed.

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think." Hojo Sakura met Miura Masami's gaze, slowly raised her glass and took a sip of red wine. After a while, she said, "This is Tokyo after all. Irene Hayes doesn't have that much power."

"Many of her methods are useless here."

"Yes, perhaps you're right. However, even if there's even a slight chance, I can't lose." A blush crept onto Miura Masami's pale face. "My brother absolutely cannot be acquitted. It was me who exposed him."

"If he's guilty, then I'm a hero. I can naturally take over the Miura family's century-long judicial layout."

"If he is acquitted, then I will be the one who almost destroyed their interests. My brother and the entire Miura family will take away everything from me."

"My identity, my status, my reputation."

"Perhaps, the next time you see her, it will be Masami Miura who has committed suicide somewhere and has nothing left."

"Although, I would never commit suicide"

Miura Masami held her hand tightly.
"Tomorrow, I must not lose!!"

(End of this chapter)