Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 328 Bellybands of Various Colors

"What's going on with the Koizumi family?" Abe Noja frowned. "That old man just died of a heart attack, and now his son isn't even attending such an important event, but instead he's letting this celebrity daughter-in-law come out?"

"That's perfect. If the Koizumi family collapses completely, the Abe family will become the first political family in Japan, which will be just right." Shiraishi Nagimitsu glanced at Abe Noja with her beautiful eyes and joked.

"In such a big political circle, you are the only one who dares to joke with me like this." Abe Noja glared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Then he turned his gaze back to the person in the distance, Asami Takigawa, who was greeting various media reporters in a familiar manner.

The Abe family and the Koizumi family have never gotten along well. In addition to being rivals in the political circle, the Abe family is somewhat disdainful of the Koizumi family's reputation as Japan's number one political family.

Because although the Koizumi family is indeed the family with the longest history and the most members of parliament in Japanese politics.

But there is only one family that has produced three prime ministers, and that is the Abe family.

Naturally, I feel a little dissatisfied.

"They can't fall. In countries like Japan or Europe and the United States, members of parliament without a background like you might fall, but political families will never fall. Otherwise, the Koizumi family wouldn't have been able to occupy seats in parliament for a century." Abe Nozaki continued.

"Are you really not going to assist me? If you agree, the Abe family will also support you."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded in agreement, then shook his head to refuse.

Also looking at the beautiful woman with a smiling face in the distance.

She certainly understood the powerful strength of these political families in Japan, and these were also her weakest points.

If he wanted to become prime minister, his only opponents would be these political families.

Whether it is the Abe family or the Koizumi family

In countries like Japan, Europe and the United States, having a place in the political circle is inseparable from three factors: money, votes, and reputation.

They represent economic strength, supporters, and popularity respectively.

And these are exactly what the hereditary descendants of political families are born with.

Financial strength includes one's own money and fundraising capabilities.

In these countries, although it is claimed that anyone can run for election, those who want to run for parliament must first pay a registration fee of 60 million yen.

Ordinary people simply cannot afford it, not to mention that this is just the threshold. The subsequent advertising fees and labor costs are astronomical.

Then there are the supporters.

After years of operation, political families will build up a huge network of supporters.

It is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

At the lowest level is the Members of Parliament's Support Group, which is usually composed of loyal supporters and is responsible for creating momentum, organizing the masses, and building relationships.

The backbone is local councillors, such as the Koizumi family's alliance of county councillors.

These people have intricate interest relationships with various agricultural associations and chambers of commerce in the local agricultural, industrial and commercial circles.

By supporting members of the Koizumi family, these agricultural, industrial and commercial associations will receive policies, grants, subsidies, etc. passed by Congress, which will bring great benefits to them and the local areas.

The top support layer comes from important figures in politics, business, and entertainment circles within the family headquarters' network.

Whenever there is an important election, these important figures in Tokyo's political, business and entertainment circles "drop into" the electoral districts to help candidates canvass for votes.

Managing territory is the first priority for being elected as a member of parliament or even as prime minister.

These are also the areas where political clans have the greatest advantages.

Therefore, in one-on-one elections in small constituencies, it is difficult for newcomers to shake up these "hereditary" political family members.

Not to mention stepping onto the big stage.

Signboard, that is, popularity.

The children of these political families obviously also have a great advantage by relying on the reputation of their fathers and grandfathers.

For example, after Junichiro Koizumi was elected prime minister, he appointed the newly graduated Shinjiro Koizumi as his political secretary, in order to help him understand the rules of the political circle and increase his exposure.

This is also a tactic used by all political factions.

The recently elected US President Trump has brought his three sons into the political circle to serve as his special envoys and political assistants.

It is obvious that this two-term American president, who came from a businessman background, was unwilling to let his family be just a small business family.

He focused on cultivating new political stars among his three sons, hoping that they would inherit his political legacy in the future.

In the early political circles, people only relied on the reputation of their political predecessors and families.

In addition to relying on his own family, Junichiro Koizumi was able to be elected as prime minister because of the political fame and political legacy of his teacher Kakuei Tanaka.

However, with the advent of the era of information explosion, more and more political families have discovered that sports stars and entertainment stars can bring greater fame to their families.

And more traffic.

So these politicians have begun to marry celebrities from the sports and entertainment industries.

The Koizumi family is the best at this.

This Takigawa Masami is an example.

Marrying this beautiful woman brought Shinjiro Koizumi huge attention.

It can be said that as long as these political families do not fall, even a dog can be pushed to an appropriate political position by the families.

It's just the location and size that are different.

Asami Takigawa's superstar style gradually returned as she was surrounded by reporters.

Every gesture appears more elegant and graceful.

Seeing Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja approaching, the reporters made way.

Takigawa Asami generously extended her hand first: "Member Abe, Member Shiraishi, hello, I am Shinjiro Koizumi's wife, Takigawa Asami."

"What? Shinjiro Koizumi doesn't care at all about such an important occasion? He's not even coming himself?" Abe Nojaku gently extended her hand and shook it, her red lips curled up slightly. "He really doesn't care about the people who support him at all."

Seeing Abe Nosuke coming up to attack, Takigawa Masami acted calmly:

"I'm sorry, Congressman Abe, but my husband has caught a bad cold and is now bedridden with a high fever."

"It's because he values ​​this television show and the people who support him that I'm here to represent him."

"We are one as husband and wife. I believe that the people who support him will also support me."

"Really? Then Mrs. Takigawa Asami will also run for prime minister on behalf of Mr. Koizumi?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said after shaking hands.

"Of course not. It is still my husband who is running for prime minister. This has not changed," replied Takigawa Masami.

"Since Mrs. Takigawa Asami is not running for election, how can she express Mr. Koizumi's political views on his behalf?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Don't worry, Councillor Shiraishi. My husband and I discuss this often. Besides, I have learned a lot from the elders in the Koizumi family over the years." Takigawa Asami looked at the two beauties in front of her with surprising calmness.

She thought she would stutter and back off, but she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

"Come on, three beauties, why don't you take a photo together?" a reporter nearby suggested.

In such an occasion, the three of them naturally would not shirk their responsibilities, and they stood together appropriately.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood in the middle, with Abe Noja and Takigawa Asami on the left and right.

The picture is extremely pleasing to the eye.

The reporters were also very satisfied, and these photos will unsurprisingly become the hot headlines soon.

Takigawa Masami appears calm on the outside, but her heart is filled with turbulent emotions.

I came here with my husband not long ago and was like a rat in a dark corner.

I huddled aside and watched enviously as Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja shone their own light on the stage.

And now.

I actually stood with two strong women who I once thought were unattainable.

Standing in this spotlight.

Enjoy everyone's envious eyes.

Perhaps this is the value of living.
Maybe it would be better if Shinjiro Koizumi is really sick.
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Just as Masami Miura and Sakuna Hojo were about to walk out.

Feng Dielian walked in confidently.

She had her hair tied into a bun, and a mischievous smile was hidden on her delicate face.

Wearing a black police uniform thick coat and blue jeans.

The floor was creaking as a pair of indestructible leather shoes stepped on it.

"Everyone, it looks like things aren't going very well for you." Feng Dielian took off her coat and threw it aside, then unceremoniously dragged a chair over and sat down. "What? The famous judicial duo can't even handle an American lawyer?"

"If I remember correctly, you two were very powerful in the Security Bureau back then, ordering people around and making things difficult for us!"

Masami Miura and Sakuna Hojo looked at each other.

It was known that the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department was very dissatisfied with the two of them.

"Deputy Director Feng Dielian, please stop being sarcastic. You don't want to see Governor Miura get away with it, do you?" said Hojo Sakura.

"I don't care. Arresting people is our job, and accusing and sentencing them is your job." Feng Dielian shrugged.

"We've already arrested the person, and you... I watched your live trial. I didn't expect that a famous lawyer from North America could easily stump you."

"For us in the Security Department, this kind of small matter is just a piece of cake."

"You..." Hojo Sakura was furious, but she didn't dare to offend her, fearing she would turn around and leave or refuse to cooperate in court. "I don't believe your Security Department has any means to deal with her."

"What? Are you trying to provoke me?" Feng Dielian sneered and said, "I won't be fooled. After all, it's you who are incompetent, not us."

"I'm just here to be a witness for you, just going through the motions."

"Deputy Feng Dielian, I'm sorry. We were too reckless before." Miura Masami walked up to Feng Dielian and bowed deeply.

A very sincere apology.

"If there is any way, please help us."

Miura Masami's action scared Hojo Sakura who was standing next to her.

Masami Miura, who is always vindictive and very concerned about her reputation, actually apologized.

It seems that a lot has changed during this period of time.

I have become a person I don’t even recognize anymore.

"Don't be fooled by her, Miura Masami," Hojo Sakura said. "This is a courtroom, not a crime scene. You can't just pick up a gun and solve it."

"How about a bet?" Feng Dielian said, "I can get rid of that lawyer in a minute. If I succeed, you have to promise me two things in the future."

"What if it doesn't work?" Hojo Sakura followed up.

"If you can't accomplish it, then forget it. Just understand that this is me doing you a favor." Feng Dielian said with a sneer.

"Tell me your conditions first." Hojo Sakura said.

"First, follow me to the Security Bureau and apologize to my subordinates."

"Okay." Hojo Sakura nodded.

This is not unacceptable.

I have to admit that the normal procedural review was somewhat deviated from my original intention due to my anger.

"As for the second thing, I haven't thought of it yet. Don't worry, I won't let you kill or set fire." Feng Dielian said.

"Even if you ask me to do it, I won't do it." Hojo Sakura snorted, "I won't do anything that breaks the law."

"Okay, this is what you promised. Don't forget. Is the court in session now? Let's go if the court is in session." Feng Dielian didn't push her too hard. She stood up and picked up her coat.

Walked out first.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around and said, "Remember, don't stop me from doing anything I do later, or I won't admit my failure!!"

After looking at each other, Masami Miura and Sakuna Hojo were full of questions and were speechless for a while.

I had no choice but to follow him out the door and enter the courtroom through the side door.

At the agreed time, the place was already full of people.

knock knock knock.

"Everyone, please stand up. The trial begins." Masami Miura, wearing a chief justice robe, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and knocked the gavel.

"Your Honor, jury, I request that the prosecution's witness Feng Dielian appear." Irene Hayes stood up and said.

"Agreed." Miura Masami banged the gavel. Feng Dielian walked in and stood at the witness position.

"Excuse me, Deputy Feng Dielian, when you and Deputy Yingkong Walnut were arresting my client, what did you hear and see at the scene?" asked Irene Hayes.

"I heard that Governor Miura was very emotionally unstable and what he said has been recorded. I saw him raise a chainsaw to kill Miura Masami." Feng Dielian said.

"I'd like to ask if Miura Masami was injured or tortured at that time?"

"No."

"How far away was the chainsaw my client was holding at the time?"

"Probably a few steps away."

"So, my client's chainsaw was still a safe distance away from Masami Miura, right?"

"You can't say that because..." Feng Dielian frowned.

"Witness, you just need to go back to whether I am or I am not." Irene Hayes interrupted.

"Yes." Feng Dielian nodded.

"OK, I'm done asking questions. You can stop now," Erin Hayes immediately said to the audience and jury in the courtroom. "As you can hear, my client, holding a chainsaw, was at a safe distance from Masami Miura."

"He has a good record in this prosecution and has so many prominent people testifying on his behalf."

"He had no motive to kill. Not only did he not choose to use Yin-Yang magic to kill, he didn't even hurt the person at all."

"In the end, when they were still at a very safe distance, Sakura Kurumi shot and stopped them."

"And at the moment he stopped her, he couldn't cause any harm to Miura Masami at all."

"So, how does this prove my client attempted murder?"

"Mr. Jury, in the practice of justice, murder is a very serious crime."

"Especially in Japan, a country that still has the death penalty, any judgment must be made with extreme caution."

"Therefore, I hope that the court and the jury will uphold the universally recognized international principle of giving the benefit of the doubt to the defendant and find my client not guilty of attempted murder."

There was a discussion among the jury and the audience.

Miura Masami banged the gavel. "Silence. Do the prosecutor and defense counsel have anything else to say?"

"No more," Irene Hayes said with a smile.

"No more." said Hojo Sakura.

In this case, although the prosecution cannot be overturned immediately, it will definitely create doubts in the minds of the jury.

Since there are doubts, several jurors will inevitably leave room for maneuver before imposing a very cautious punishment like the death penalty.

It can be said that in this case, it is very likely that Miura Tomo will get away with it.

Maybe it went from attempted murder to attempted assault.

That's a huge difference.

Next, there was the backyard corpse burial case.

Masami Miura was also disappointed.

She could use her power as a judge to forcibly overturn the jury's opinion.

However, in the eyes of the live broadcast and on-site audiences, once this is done, it loses credibility.

What's more, there are so many of Miuraka's judicial disciples, and it is impossible for her to make a judgment so easily.

The two of them looked at Feng Dielian at the same time.

I can't imagine what else she can do.

"Wait!!!" Feng Dielian suddenly shouted.

His face was calm, but he looked very depressed, his hands were clenched tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

The whole audience was stunned by the roar.

"Why? He is obviously a murderer, why are you helping him?" Feng Dielian said angrily.

Everyone present could feel her anger.

As Feng Dielian spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand.

A huge shuriken spun rapidly in her hand.

"Don't you know how many people he has killed? You actually still want to help him get rid of the crime? You woman are an accomplice!!" Feng Dielian slowly walked out of the witness stand and walked towards Irene Hayes.

The spinning shuriken was held in her palm, and the wind blew it made the documents fly around the courtroom.

Miura Masami and Hojo Sakura were stunned.

Just as I was about to stop her, I remembered what Feng Dielian said.

They all stopped at the same time.

The two pretended to be shocked and stood there in a daze.

"Since you want to help him get rid of the crime, then you should die for him!!!" Feng Dielian walked in step by step with a grim smile on her little face.

Irene Hayes looked at the shuriken spinning violently in Feng Dielian's hand, the whistling sound was like a chainsaw.

Can easily cut off his own head.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was about to run away.

A gust of wind appeared.

Her legs were tied so she couldn't move them at all.

"What are you doing!!"

"Oh my god, someone is committing violence in the courtroom!"

"Call the police!!"

“Ah, she’s the police!!!”

"Hurry and save people!!"

Everyone in the audience turned pale with fear and ran towards the door, trying to escape from the crime scene.

Several Yin-Yang spells flew over from the audience, but were blocked by a huge wind wall that appeared when Feng Dielian waved her hand.

"No one can save you." Feng Dielian said with a grin.

Slowly walked to the front of Irene Hayes.

"Help! Help!" Erin Hayes screamed frantically and hysterically: "Help, help! Help!"

How could such a pervert appear in court?
I can't die here
I still have plenty of time to waste.
Irene Hayes struggled and waved her hands, but her legs could not move at all.

Suddenly, the huge shuriken in Feng Dielian's hand stopped spinning and was put away by her.

He waved his hand again.

The wind wall disappeared.

Everything is back to normal.

"Lawyer Erin Hayes, do you still think your client's murderous intent isn't enough?" Feng Dielian said sarcastically, "Then why are you yelling for help?"

Then Feng Dielian spoke to the audience and jury who had half escaped.

"Everyone, do you still think there's something suspicious about the murderer? Ask yourself what you're afraid of?"

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Fang Zuo's vision followed Momoki Kanonai.

Looking at this little Protestant world.

This huge starship makes any human who sees it feel insignificant.

Although most of it was buried in the yellow sand, Fang Zuo still felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

And that's just on land.

If a starship with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square kilometers flew over your head, blocking out the sky and the sun, you can imagine how shocking it would be.

suddenly.

Fang Zuo's whole body trembled.

He turned his gaze away from the huge starship and looked at the mountains in the distance.

An object in the distance truly shook his mind.

This huge starship only made Fang Zuo sigh slightly.

This thing made Fang Zuo so surprised that he almost made a sound.

Even the soul was disturbed.

My heart is pounding.

Fang Zuo, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, suddenly stood up and breathed heavily.

He used a calming technique and it took him a long time to calm down.

This is not some mountain range.

It is something that I am extremely familiar with.

A machete.

Watermelon knives can be found everywhere.

Fang Zuo recognized at a glance that it was the machete he used when he was with Zhang Benhe and gangsters.

Hand-grinded by myself.

There is a hole in the blade.

The holes are tied with laces of different colors.

Fang Zuo's eyebrows couldn't stop trembling.

These ridiculous laces are my own masterpiece.

To be more precise, it was a masterpiece created during his passionate youth.

That's the thong strap.

He took them off the women with his own hands and tied them to the knife with his own hands.

That's absolutely true.

At that time, I had not yet become a Yuanying Zhenren, but was just a young Taoist priest who had just entered the stage of Qi Refining.

He escaped down the mountain and smuggled into Hong Kong.

Zhang Ben, who was still a little yellow-haired, and a few others carved out a piece of heaven and earth.

but.

Different but.

Now this machete is so huge that it cuts through the small world of Protestantism like a mountain.

The end of the machete was wrapped with colorful silk in black, red, and purple colors.

I don't know what these silks are made of, but they flutter like flags in the wind of the small world.

It is still bright and shiny, without any fading.

Fang Zuo took a closer look.

No. Not a flag.
It's all fucking bellybands.

Bellyband tied together.

Colorful, one after another.

Various bellybands.

Ancient bellyband.

What the fuck is going on?
(End of this chapter)