Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 325: The Battle Between Beautiful Women

The Kingdom of Japan.

In the broken fragments of the heavenly palace.

There were three golden figures and two white figures together.

Unknowingly, only these few gods were left in the entire kingdom of God.

"Inari God is dead," the golden figure said in a deep voice.

"This guy didn't even last long. Even though he's a weak logistics unit, he's survived until now. He's devoured so much incense and the essence of those high-level evolvers, so he can't be this bad." Another golden figure said in a cold tone:
"All the high-level evolvers in this world have already left. Who else could kill it so quickly?"

The third golden figure said, "That's normal. Our Flesh Sequence Corps and your Gene Code Corps were all annihilated by that group of high-level Evolvers. Without the Mother Nest and the Mothership, we truly don't have the ability to master the essence of this planet on our own."

"The scary thing isn't this, it's that we have no idea what our opponent is, and what our future path will be."

"If those guys in the seventh universe still have a Messiah, then we can only rely on the core of the plane."

"What should we do now? That great authority is also dead."

The first golden figure said, "Leave it to the Goddess. Until the next great leader is appointed, all major decisions for Shintoism will be handled by the Goddess. I have a feeling the murderer will come looking for us. Let's wait for him."

At this time, it is inside Hakone Shrine in Tokyo.

Miserable.

Sakura, Sora, Kurumi and the other two stood in the middle of the shrine, looking around with serious expressions.

There were pieces of flesh, body parts, blood and internal organs everywhere.

All the high priests in the shrine died.

Chosokabe Rendaigonji of Shintoism was an SSS-level existence in the records of psychics in various countries, but he died in just one encounter.

And the disgusting god who came down still could not escape death.

Even turned into a pile of rotten meat.

This is troublesome. I can't write in the report that this pile of rotten meat is a Shinto god.

Yingkong Kurumi's small hand was rubbing the handle of the pistol in the holster.

"Director, this report..." The police officer in charge of recording came over and saluted Yingkong Kurumi and asked.

"I'll be writing this report myself." Yingkong Kurumi's face was stern. "What are the casualties among our officers?"

"The lecture hall is open. No one has died, but everyone is injured. Everyone's eardrums have been damaged to varying degrees. They appear to be fine at this point. The specific injuries require further examination at the hospital."

"If it's serious, go to the hospital early." Yingkong Kurumi nodded.

The police officers were busy cordoning off the scene and taking photos of each body as evidence.

Who was that powerful psychic and why did he leave like that?

Sakura Kurumi frowned.

I still can't figure out why.

I kept recalling the weird expression on that guy's face.

Could it be that her man scared him away?
But if that's the case.

What about Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna?
When Yingsora Kurumi thought of this, she turned around and looked at Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna.

The two men stood behind her in silence, rarely arguing.

Seeing Yingkong Kurumi looking at her, their eyes flashed away in unison.

Weird and weird.
Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes at the two of them.

Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna were worried.
Some guesses but not sure
They looked at each other, wondering if their guess was true.

It was the man's words that scared the guy away.

Sakura Sora Kurumi is a very normal existence in this logical reasoning.

but.

Why is the other party okay?
Could it be that.
Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna looked at each other quickly, then quickly avoided each other.

Biting his lower lip, his expression was exactly the same.

We must call that man out and ask him questions!!!
The two of them were thinking exactly the same thing.

Such a big incident happened, and the Lingyi Society quickly arrived at the scene after hearing the news.

"how so??"

The beautiful woman Momoeko, wearing a red dress, the new on-duty officer, Tetsushi Kono, and two white-haired old men in kimonos arrived together.

Looking at the situation in the field, everyone's expressions were shocked.

Over the years, except for a few incidents involving cults, there have rarely been so many deaths.

What's more, they are all Shinto priests.

There were so many casualties.

"Sakura Kurumi, are there all the Shinto priests?" Bai Huizi looked around and looked at Sakura Kurumi, wanting to get accurate information.

"Yes." Sakura Kurumi nodded.

"Choso. Chosokabe Ren Daigonshito. Are they all dead?" Tetsushi Kono looked at the relatively intact head among a pile of rotten flesh in the distance, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

After all, Chosokabe Ren is a supreme being in the realm of Japanese Onmyoji.

After a while, he turned around and shouted at Sakura Kurumi, "Director Sakura Kurumi, I want to know why this happened. How do you, the Tokyo Exorcist Security Department, perform your duties?"

"I don't need to explain to you." Yingkong Kurumi raised her eyebrows and was about to leave.

"I think you need to explain to us." Another white-haired old man came out and blocked Yingkong Kurumi's way. His face was very ugly, and his eyes were staring at Yingkong Kurumi tightly, as if they were about to spit fire.
"I am Chosokabe Yoshi, and Chosokabe Rendai Gonji is my biological brother. Now he died inexplicably, and so many people died at the scene. The Tokyo Exorcist Police Department cannot escape blame."

"Yes, such a big thing has happened, do you just want to leave like this?" Tetsushi Kono said loudly.

"If you want to know anything, go to the archives of the Spiritual Dissent Association and retrieve my report. There is also a video of the scene in the report. Now get out of the way," Yingkong Kurumi said lightly.

"I can't wait that long. It's my brother who died. You must give me an explanation. Also, why didn't any of your men die?" The white-haired old man's spiritual energy surged through his body, his aura locking onto Yingkong Hutao. "And you, why aren't you even injured? This is very wrong. You must give me a satisfactory explanation."

Kono Tetsuji also stepped forward, forming seals with his hands, firmly locking onto Sakura Sora Kurumi.
"What are you doing?" Bai Huizi shouted to stop them. "The Rei Opposition Association has received a request from Chosokabe Ren Daigonshi. There's no need for the government to intervene. You saw it."

‘click’

‘click’

'Kacha'

Bai Huizi hadn't finished speaking yet.

The sound of countless safety pins being pulled could be heard on the field instantly.

Then hurried footsteps were heard.

The well-trained police officers surrounded Tetsushi Kono and Yoshio Chosokabe.

Dozens of pistols were pointed at the two men.

Dense black bullet holes pierced the faces of the two men.

Tetsushi Kono and Yoshio Chosokabe were instantly too afraid to move. There were gun muzzles all around their heads, and they couldn't even turn their necks.

"How dare you? Threatening our chief officer right in front of us? Blatantly intimidating police officers?" Feng Dielian sneered as she walked up, holding her pistol in her small hand. She patted the muzzle of the gun against the two men's faces frivolously, glancing at their tense auras that had not yet dissipated, and whispered, "Add another charge: attempting to assault a senior police officer."

Following closely behind, Hashimoto Yuna said with a smile: "I am a witness. I saw with my own eyes that you two threatened and attempted to attack a senior police officer but failed."

"Okay, stop playing." Yingkong Kurumi said coldly: "Hurry up and go back to your work."

These words made Tetsushi Kono and Yoshio Chosokabe breathe a sigh of relief.

Who are these police officers?
He pulled out a gun as soon as there was a disagreement and accused me of a bunch of crimes.

They don't look like police officers, they look like gangsters.

Fortunately, the Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department looks a little more normal.

But the next second, they knew they were wrong.

"Why are you nagging them? Just handcuff me and put me back. Besides intimidation and attempted assault, I'm also charged with obstructing a police officer." Yingkong Kurumi said calmly, "Detain me for a few days and wait for the cabinet to come and ask for me before releasing me."

"Yes, Director!" Two guys immediately took out handcuffs and handcuffed them with a "click".

His face was full of joy.

Whoever handcuffs the performance that comes to their door first gets it.
The other police officers rolled their eyes.

"What do you want to do? We are the rotating members of the Spiritual Opposition Council. What rights do you have to arrest us?" Tetsushi Kono shouted.

Chosokabe Yoshinori's face flushed red, and he couldn't believe it when he saw the handcuffs on his hands.

You were caught just like that?

The beautiful woman Bai Huizi and another member of the Spiritual Opposition Council looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

These two new rotating councilors from Kansai have recently been treated to a lavish welcome banquet by the major Onmyoji families in Tokyo.

Under the indoctrination of these Onmyoji families, they unknowingly regarded Sakura Kurumi as a target for showing off their power.

I want to help these families vent their anger.

It ended up like this.

Bai Huizi coughed and was about to go forward and say something nice when she heard hurried footsteps.

Several high-ranking priests rushed here.

These are all the high-ranking priests in Kanto.

These are the only ones left.

"Everyone, you've arrived just in time. My brother, Chosokabe Rendai Gonji, is dead, and this so-called goddess is unharmed," Chosokabe Yoshi said loudly, handcuffed. "Shintoism should properly handle this strange matter."

Several priests glanced at Chosokabe Yoshi and immediately prostrated themselves before Sakura Kurumi. "Your Majesty, the oracle has arrived: Until the next great shrine leader emerges, all major events facing shrines throughout Japan will be decided by you."

"Other priests from Kansai are still on their way to the audience."

"In the mortal world, you are the representative of the gods, receiving worship from Japan's 100 million Shinto believers."

"Your will will be the will of God, and your enemies will be the enemies of Shinto."

After saying this, several priests stood up and stared at Chosokabe Yoshi and Kono Tetsushi.

"You guys just do what you normally do. I won't interfere with the daily affairs of the major shrines, including personnel appointments and finances." Sakura Kurumi nodded.

The priests breathed a sigh of relief.

After receiving the oracle, I was still frightened.

What I fear most is that the new boss will seize my power and the benefits I have gained will be divided up.

Now it seems that Her Majesty the Goddess is indeed very sensible.
With this thought in mind, he looked at Chosokabe Yoshi and Kono Tetsuji with even more hostility.

When it's time to please the boss, someone will come to you.
Chosokabe Yoshi and Kono Tetsuji looked at these gods with fierce eyes and felt cold in their hearts. They wanted to slap themselves hard.
This Yingkong Walnut Hall did not expect that he could not shake it at all.
This damn Onmyoji family in Tokyo pushed the two of them into becoming such unlucky guys.

"Cuff them and lock them up for a few days." Yingkong Kurumi glanced at the two guys and said, "If they don't behave on the road, you can use batons. Remember to soak them all."

"Yes!!" Several police officers stepped forward and escorted the pale-faced Chosokabe Yoshi and Kono Tetsuji away.

After tonight, I believe the whole of Japan will know what happened to these two people.

It will be difficult to raise your head in the future.

"Goddess." One of the priests stepped forward with an embarrassed look on his face, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something.

"Don't worry, I'll order the police to install high-speed cameras at all shrines, and then assign officers to guard them." Yingkong Kurumi said, "This murderer also suffered a great loss here. I believe he won't cause you any trouble in the short term."

"Thank you so much, Goddess. Praise you." Several priests looked delighted.

This siege failed so badly that even the Great Power and the God of Destiny died.
To say I'm not afraid would be a lie.
Yingkong Kurumi glanced at the god who was a pile of rotting flesh in the distance.

This is the goal of that psychic. He killed all the high priests, so these ordinary priests should not be bothered.

"You take charge here, I'll leave for a while." Yingkong Hutao walked up to Feng Dielian and said.

"Where are you going?" asked Hashimoto Yuuna.

"I'm going to go and get Dr. Furukawa Miu," Sakura Kurumi raised her eyebrows. "If that guy hadn't interfered, I would have already given the order to increase the power and kill him."

"How could there be so many problems now?" Yingkong Kurumi brushed the dust off her leather jacket. "We must get back the losses we suffered from the shock, no matter what."

"Oh, by the way, in Governor Miura's case, the opposing defense attorney has requested that our Security Department appear in court for questioning. Can you go there for me as well?"

Feng Dielian curled her red lips: "Why is it always me?"

"After all, you are my right-hand man," said Sakura Kurumi with a smile.

----

Miura Masami sat in the courtroom, wearing a Supreme Court robe and adjusting his thin-framed glasses.

I didn't sleep all night and my face didn't look very good.

This trial has attracted the attention of the public and the entire judicial community.

Live broadcast and open court hearings will be conducted simultaneously.

She was originally supposed to avoid suspicion, but because she was a whistleblower, she was given an exception to try the case due to public outcry.

Governor Miura walked in smiling, handcuffed and shackled, escorted by two court police officers.

His steps did not seem heavy because he was a prisoner.

"Dear sister, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really miss you." Governor Miura raised his hands and showed the shackles in front of Miura Masami with a meaningful look.

Then he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and smiled kindly, revealing his snow-white teeth.

The sunlight hit his lenses and teeth, reflecting an eerie, multicolored glow.

"You haven't come to see me for all these days." Governor Miura walked slowly into the dock and said, "If my father knew about this, he would never forgive you."

"You know, I dream about my dad almost every night these days. He keeps telling me that he's so lonely and that I need you to stay with him."

"Sister, I know you love daddy, right?"

When he said the last two words, they almost popped out from between his teeth.

For him, if there is anything in this world that he is attached to, it is his father.

Is there anything more hateful than having your own sister kill your own father?

And he also sent himself to jail.

Masami Miura said nothing, still harboring an instinctive fear of his younger brother from childhood to adulthood.

not to mention.

All live broadcasts were broadcast to audiences across the country, including the jury and live audiences.

Not a single abnormality can be missed.

At this time.

A beautiful woman walked in quickly with several assistants.

It was Erin Hayes and her team of assistants.

She walked to the defense table wearing a women's suit and her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and commuter leather shoes.

Smiling, he said to Miura Masami, "Respected Chief Justice, this is the new evidence we submitted to the court."

After saying that, he took out a stack of documents and handed them to the court clerk.

"Why didn't you submit it to the court earlier?" Masami Miura took the document from the clerk and flipped through it.

"Japanese law doesn't require all evidence to be submitted before the trial," Erin Hayes said with a smile. "My actions are in accordance with Japanese legal procedures."

Then Hojo Sakurana, wearing a prosecutor's uniform, walked in with several colleagues and came to the prosecution seat.

Because of the wanton service she had given Fang Zuo, her face was flushed with satisfaction.

She and Miura Zhengmei looked at each other, nodded, and indicated that she would do her best.

Masami Miura slams the gavel.

Everyone stand up.

After swearing in the court, they sat down together again.

"Now, I declare the trial open. Defense attorney, please state the relationship that you want to prove with the new evidence you just submitted." Masami Miura flipped through the new evidence and was shocked.

No wonder he handed it over at the last minute. He was probably afraid that the other party would find these so-called witnesses to overturn his confession.

"Okay, Your Honor, these are testimonies from prominent Japanese figures," Irene Hayes said, standing up. "Among them are the Honorary Justices, who were personally awarded medals by His Majesty the Emperor, the Honorary Presidents of both the University of Tokyo and Waseda University, and elite figures from all walks of life."

"These people are the foundation of Japanese society as a whole. If their testimony cannot be trusted, then no one in Japan can be trusted."

"Their testimony clearly describes how they met my lawyer, and also fully proves that he is a highly respected, friendly, and law-abiding citizen."

"Also, the second piece of evidence is a certificate provided by the World Red Cross and the World Children's Organization, proving that my client donates three-quarters of his income to the Red Cross and African children every year."

"Three-quarters of the income, that's not a small amount."

"These testimonies fully demonstrate that my client is a person of great compassion and would never commit such a brutal murder."

"I object. I object to recognizing the legality and procedural validity of this evidence. The opposing defense attorney is simply ridiculous." Hojo Sakura stood up and said, "How can this confession, which is just a piece of paper, easily overturn Governor Miura's murder conviction?"

"It would be a bit too presumptuous to overturn a murder conviction based on a few testimonies from prominent figures in society."

"Then what do we need all this evidence for..."

"Your Honor, members of the jury, of course, this is not enough to overturn the charges." Erin Hayes smiled. "What I want to point out is that this is just a premise to prove my defense attorney's social status and daily moral behavior."

"It does not directly prove the evidence of the accusation. I think that this should be accepted by the court."

Miura Masami hesitated for a moment, then banged the gavel. "The objection is invalid. The jurors may follow the opposing counsel's request and include these documents in the defendant's certificate of conduct."

"Thank you, Your Honor." Erin Hayes bowed slightly and turned around. "Next, I would like to question the suspicious points in the evidence in the case. I would like to ask if the witnesses present in the case, Feng Dielian and Yingkong Kurumi, were present at the scene?"

Masami Miura raised his head and looked at the clerk.

The court clerk stood up and said:

"Your Excellency, due to a major emergency, Feng Dielian and Yingkong Kurumi are temporarily absent from the witness stand."

"I received a message from Deputy Feng Die Lian that she will be coming to the court soon."

"That's okay. We can wait for Deputy Feng Die Lian. Now, I'd like to question another witness who was present at the time." Erin Hayes smiled at Miura Masami, her small hand with blood-red nails pointing at her. "That's you, Justice Miura Masami."

"So, defendant's lawyer, what do you want to ask me?" Masami Miura said lightly.

At this time, Fang Zuo, who was regulating his breathing, received three text messages from women at the same time.
The questions asked are exactly the same.
(End of this chapter)