Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 332: The three beauties gather together, Fang Zuo is tricked

For ramen, the smell of these hands is very familiar.

These little hands spend even more time playing with me than those big hands.

And often bring it some delicious food.

It had been all alone these days, and finally a familiar smell came.

After it was caught, its tail kept wagging excitedly, and then it tried desperately to rub its scent onto the little hand.

This is its way of expressing its affection for the other person.

but.

It didn't notice that the small hands were squeezing its throat tighter and tighter.

Getting tighter.

Finally, it felt very uncomfortable.

It struggled a little with a slight whine, its black eyes staring at the owner of its little hand, hoping she would loosen her grip a little, as it felt very sad.

But soon.

It found that the hands not only did not relax, but became even stronger.

Ramen stared at Miura Masami in surprise, and blood slowly accumulated on its head.

Its eyes began to turn bloodshot.

Its limbs began to struggle.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

Miura Masami spoke softly, but a pair of hands pinched even harder.

'Woof.'

A whimpering and broken sound escaped from Ramen's throat.

It has reached the limit of its endurance.

It bared its teeth and panted.

Want more oxygen to breathe.

It instinctively wanted to grab the other party with its limbs.

But the familiar smell it smelled made it hesitate and retract its outstretched claws.

at last.

It began to go limp and its pupils began to fade.

It doesn't understand what's going on.

Why do you do this to yourself.
Its legs kicked the air a few times and then slowly dropped down.

The wagging tail finally pointed to the ground.

The tongue hung out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't blame me. I have no other choice. Ramen, please don't blame me." Miura Masami's beautiful eyes were empty and lifeless, but tears were flowing out of them.

Still expressionless, a pair of red lips coated with lip gloss murmured to themselves.

Keep apologizing.

Veins stood out on the back of her hand.

A series of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and fell on the back of her hand.

It dripped onto Ramen's bulging eyes and nose.

Masami Miura slowly put down Ramen's body.

He took out the various tools and chemical glassware he had brought with him from the handbag next to him.

He gritted his teeth and reached down with both hands.

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"What do you want to know?" Furukawa Miu's face turned pale. "Ask me. I only have one request: let me continue my research."

I was filled with fear.

The body was trembling slightly.

Her research has just begun and must not end.

These are more important than her life.

Ok?
Sakura Kurumi was stunned for a moment when she heard Furukawa Miu's cooperation.

She came here originally to know which advanced instruments and weapons had the means to monitor the Security Bureau.

I also want to know whether this kind of surveillance was her own idea or the idea of ​​the National Public Safety Agency of Japan.

This way you can be on guard.

The mysterious director of Japan's Public Safety Bureau has never appeared.

Kana Morisawa was being protected by himself in the National Security Bureau, and the director seemed to be indifferent.

But I only discovered it after I came here.

This top-notch beautiful doctor in Japan actually has such a big secret.

In comparison, my purpose of coming here is somewhat insignificant.
Now that this very cooperative and beautiful doctor had spoken, he didn't know where to start asking.

"Ask her how she became a psychic." The voice of the method echoed in Yingkong Kurumi's mind: "What method did she use to become one? And, how did she do all this?"

Yingkong Kurumi nodded and was about to speak.

Suddenly, there were two clicks from the door lock outside.

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned again.

Her beautiful eyes looked towards the door in disbelief.

This voice is so familiar to me.

That's how she just came in.
A half-smile appeared on Sakura Kurumi's delicate face.

A thief actually touched his head.

but.

The guy who can break into a place with such tight security is no ordinary thief.

Which force does this supernatural being come from?
pat.

The door was pushed open.

A guy wearing a mask, overalls, and a baseball cap stood at the door.

He still kept his arm outstretched, in the posture of pushing the door.

He stared blankly at the two beauties inside looking at each other.

I never expected there were two people inside, and it was such a weird scene.

A beautiful woman wearing a black chiffon vest was kneeling on the ground.

You can easily see a curve of white fat on the arm.

The two white and smooth buttocks were exposed from the sports underwear.

Pile on the calf.

Another beauty in a black tight leather jacket was sitting on the bed, looking at him with a smile.

"I'm so sorry, I opened the wrong door. I won't bother you anymore," the guy in overalls said as he prepared to close the door again and turned around to leave.

"Stop pretending! Where are you going?" Yingkong Kurumi sneered, "Do you want me to take off your hat and mask myself?"

"You didn't think I wouldn't recognize you, did you? What were you thinking? You damn bastard!!!"

"Aiya, why are you here? You recognized me. If I had known, I wouldn't have looked for you. Why are you here? It's so annoying." The guy in overalls complained with his back to Yingkong Kurumi, "You're still so clingy!! I should have looked for you before I left Japan!"

He stretched out his hand and raised it, grabbing the air with his five fingers.

An electromagnetic wave spread out.

sizzle.

The lights and TV in the room flickered briefly.

at the same time.

Several cameras in the corridor suddenly made an electric sound.

Only then did she take off her hat and mask and stuff them into her work clothes pockets.

She tilted her head back, and her long hair spread out gracefully.

Then he turned around and gave Yingkong Kurumi an embarrassed smile.

"Hello again, Kurumi-chan." Chiba Iori wrinkled his nose and said, "It's all my fault for missing you so much. I shouldn't have gone to see you so early."

A few strands of hair stuck to her red lips.

A pair of beautiful eyes flirting.

The red lips opened slightly, revealing a few pearly teeth

So charming that it cannot be described.

"You still dare to say you shouldn't have come to me? How many missions do you have, you damn bastard?" Yingkong Kurumi stood up and raised her fist angrily: "How many more things are you going to hide from me?"

Just when Chiba Iori was about to answer.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Ta-da-da-da.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The sound of power tools vibrating could be heard from inside the room.

There was not only the sound of a motor, but also the constant banging of wooden drawers.

Plus the crisp sound of colliding with each other.

Chiba Iori and Sakura Kurumi were both stunned and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

It turned out that when Chiba Iori grasped the air, he activated all the power tools.

They are constantly vibrating and colliding with each other.

The two of them looked at Furukawa Miu who was kneeling on the ground.

Weird expression.

do not know what to say.

The beautiful doctor, who was originally confused and looked at Chiba Iori on the left and Sakura Kurumi on the right, also discovered what was making the noise.

Her red lips opened exaggeratedly, her face turned red instantly, and then she quickly lowered her head, almost burying her face in her chest.

No expression can be seen.

There was only a bloody red mark on the back of his neck.

The ears on both sides of the back of the head, along with the white fur on them, were frighteningly red.

cough.

Yingkong Kurumi coughed and said, "Turn them off."

Miu Furukawa said nothing, but still kept her head down and ran to the drawers at lightning speed to close them one by one.

Also removed the batteries.

Throw it hard into the drawer.

Close the drawer again.

"What is your mission this time?" Sakura Kurumi asked Chiba Iori again.

"Her." Chiba Iori brushed away the hair stuck on her red lips and looked at Furukawa Miu.

"Oh, that's rare. You're willing to tell me this time? Come in first. The security personnel who will check the surveillance cameras will be here soon." Yingkong Kurumi said in a sarcastic tone and quickly stood up.

He walked to the door, grabbed Chiba Iori's hand, pulled her in, pushed her to sit on the sofa, and said viciously: "Tell me the truth."

"Does it matter whether I tell you or not?" Chiba Iori threw his legs over the armrest of the sofa and sighed, "I've already come all the way here and pried the door open. Am I really going to tell you that I touched it wrongly? I'll be surprised if you don't strangle me to death."

"What's the purpose of the mission? Kill her?" Yingkong Kurumi asked.

"We must take her away alive." Chiba Iori looked at Furukawa Miu. "If we can't complete the mission and take her away, we can't kill her either. We have to save ourselves and look for another opportunity."

"She is so important?" Yingkong Kurumi was even more surprised.

If it was really Chiba Iori who killed Japan's Finance Minister, then she was hired by Washington.

But if they dared to kill the Minister of Finance and the Ambassador to China, there is no question of not daring to kill Furukawa Miu.

And this order to capture him alive means there is only one possibility.

That's because Dr. Miu Furukawa is so important.

It was so important that the other party was reluctant to let her die.

"Which North American organization are you employed by?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned. "Don't try to bluff me again. I already know it was you who killed the Minister of Finance and the Ambassador to China."

"What American agency are you from? An agent of the presidential office? The CIA? Or the military?" "You must have learned this from the Japanese Public Safety Bureau." Chiba Iori rested his head on his hands. "Those guys have been chasing me."

"Don't change the subject. Are you going to tell the story or not?" Yingkong Kurumi said impatiently.

"Kumatsu-chan, you've changed. You used to be so patient with me." Chiba Iori said pitifully, "You're still mean to me, wuwuwu!!"

"Will you tell me or not?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned even deeper.

"Isn't it enough for me to talk about it? I belong to the United States National Security Agency." Chiba Iori waved his hand.

An electric current continuously travels in the air, eventually forming a 3D projection.

It was exactly the appearance of Chiba Iori, wearing a red tights.

She has a slim figure with curvy curves, and an American shield logo on her clothes.

"Why are you here? Iori!!! Wasn't your family just immigrants?" Sakura Kurumi said softly with a complicated expression on her face.

"That's what I thought." Chiba Iori put away his joking expression, avoided Yingkong Kurumi's gaze, and looked up at the ceiling: "But, a lot of things happened later. A lot of things happened that I didn't want to happen."

"Don't ask, Nutella. I know you care about me."

"But I don't want to tell you, and I don't want to lie to you."

There was a brief silence in the room.

"What about her? What is there about this woman that's worth capturing?" Yingkong Kurumi continued, "Is it her research results?"

"Why don't you ask her?" Chiba Iori said, "I'm not sure about the details, but I know Dr. Blair applied for a high-level order from his superiors to bring her back to North America."

"As America's leading scientist, you should be aware of the significant value of Dr. Furukawa Miwa."

"By the way, killing your finance minister and ambassador to China is only a B-level order," Chiba Iori added.

Is this woman so important?

The highest level of command?

Sakura Kurumi looked at Furukawa Miu suspiciously.

"How did you get this ability?" A sudden voice suddenly appeared.

A man strode in.

He asked without hesitation.

Chiba Iori was stunned and looked at the strange man warily. She had not even noticed his arrival.

As a top figure in the United States' highest security agency, he could detect even a weak radio wave, but he could not detect a man.

She maintained an attacking posture at any time, locking the man tightly.

And Furukawa Miu also looked at the person who came in surprise.

This damn man is the natural particle manipulator that Zhou Yuanyan brought to the underground laboratory last time.

The man who broke his thong and bra straps.

Dirty and shameless guy.

Only Sakura Kurumi was not surprised at all.

A happy expression appeared on his face.

One of them jumped into the man's arms.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck.

The red lips moved forward and demanded a mad kiss.

As if there was no one around.

The little mouth kept imprinting on the man's face and neck.

Like raindrops.

Then it returned to the man's lips.

The two plump and explosive buttocks were constantly caressed by the man's big hands.

Let it be kneaded.

Chiba Iori and Furukawa Miu were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Who doesn’t know the name of Yingkong Kurumi Hall Zheng now?
Almost everyone in the pyramids around the world knows that Japan has produced such a cold-blooded and iron-blooded governor.

But now she is curled up in the man's arms like a little woman.

She kept rubbing her body against the man's chest.

The zipper of the black leather jacket was rubbed off.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's enough, are you going to perform here?!" A voice reminded loudly: "There are other people here, shouldn't you two respect us?"

Yingkong Kurumi's face left the man, and she ignored Chiba Iori. She snuggled in Fang Zuo's arms and said softly, "Why did you come here by yourself?"

"I'm so anxious. I don't know how long I'll have to wait for you to finish catching up and ask about urgent matters." Fang Zuo said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm not far from here."

"Can't you just say you missed me a lot?" Yingkong Hutao said, burying her head in Fang Zuo's arms in anger: "Can't you even lie to someone and say you're happy?"

"I will never lie to you." Fang Zuo said righteously.

Yingkong Kurumi let out a moan, and looked at Fang Zuo's beautiful eyes with such happiness that she was almost overflowing with joy.

She bit her lower lip and tightened her arms around the man's neck.

I wish I could merge myself with the man.

Never separate.

Chiba Iori looked Fang Zuo up and down with her beautiful eyes: "Huwalnut sauce, is this your boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Sakura Kurumi nodded.

"Not bad, looks good." Chiba Iori jumped up from the sofa, walked to Fang Zuo, reached out and pinched Fang Zuo's chest muscles: "Not bad, it feels good!!"

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrow.

This woman is not afraid of death.

'Snapped. '

Chiba Iori slapped Fang Zuo's butt hard.

"Very good!" Chiba Iori added: "Awesome!!"

Sakura Kurumi looked at Chiba Iori's actions in shock, and her little face began to laugh uncontrollably.

She snuggled in Fang Zuo's arms, her body shaking with laughter.

Chiba Iori looked at the man staring at him and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Oh, don't worry, what belongs to Kurumi is mine. We used to share everything."

Yingkong Kurumi grabbed Fang Zuo's shirt with her small hands and shook her head pleadingly at Fang Zuo.

Seeing Fang Zuo looking at Furukawa Miu again and not caring about it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, how did you get this ability to create?" Fang Zuo was too lazy to argue with this charming and beautiful woman who seemed to have a mental problem.

He asked Furukawa Miu, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Or rather, do you know what this ability of yours is?"

Furukawa Miu looked at Fang Zuo and Yingkong Kurumi, her mind still in shock: "Who are you? Why..."

"Answer my question." Fang Zuo frowned. "I'm only warning you once. I have no patience. Do you know what this ability of yours is?"

"Of course I know." Furukawa Miu shook her head. "But how can this be considered a creation? This kind of creature made of particles doesn't have its own consciousness. At best, it's just a genetic copy with a fixed arrangement of carbon-based particles."

Fang Zuo nodded. What he said was true. This kind of thing really lacked soul.

but.

Isn't this how it should be?
What if there is a soul?

It is already very exaggerated that an ordinary human being can do this even without practicing.

If it was a thing with a soul, that method would be unheard of.

"How did you do all this?" Fang Zuo asked.

"It's simple. A portion of my pineal gland has been crystallized, and my prefrontal cortex has generated a quantum bit blueprint. Carbon-based nanoparticles are emitted as my brain's theta waves resonate. The Orch-OR in my brain's microtubules, through quantum entanglement, then genetically prints the carbon-based nanoparticles." Furukawa Miu replied, "I can quickly construct this bat creature, but it will have no consciousness and requires my control."

Fang Zuo:.
Can't understand.
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Hojo Sakura came out of the shooting range and no one knew how many shots she had fired.

My arms were even shaking a little.

But I still felt anxious and irritated, so I went to the gym to work out for a while to burn off some of my energy, and the irritability in my heart subsided a little.

But the gentle yet ferocious smile of Governor Miura kept appearing in his mind.

This damn guy.

Hojo Sakura drove back to her apartment in her fitness clothes.

After coming out of the elevator.

From afar, I saw a woman standing blankly at the door of her house, with her back to the door, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Masami?" Hojo Sakura shouted in surprise, "Didn't you go back? Why are you here?"

Miura Masami turned around when she heard the call: "Well, I came to see you about something."

"Come in." Hojo Sakura waved, took out the key, opened the door and walked in.

After inviting Masami Miura to sit down.

She poured a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and handed it to Masami Miura who was sitting on the sofa.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Hojo Sakura said as she sat on the sofa on the other side. "I know you, and you know me, so there's no need to beat around the bush. Just say it directly."

Miura Masami nodded silently.

The little hand pushed the gold-rimmed glasses.

Her bright red lips parted slightly as she exhaled.

Then he decisively turned around and opened the briefcase.

Take out some glassware from inside.

Place them one by one on the coffee table.

Hojo Sakura frowned as she looked at the pile of glassware in front of her: "What are these?"

She bent down and picked them up one by one to look at them.

The more I looked at it, the more the expression on his face changed dramatically.

Suspicious, surprised, astonished, worried.

Various expressions are intricately intertwined.

As a prosecutor who has handled so many criminal cases, of course I know what these are at a glance.

Different glassware contains different things.

Canine teeth.

paw.

blood.

Hair.

fabric.

"What are you doing?" Hojo Sakura slowly put the glassware back and looked at Miura Masami with a serious face: "What do you want to do? Masami!!"

"This is Governor Miura's beloved dog, and these things are from his body," Miura Masami said expressionlessly. "Those fragments of clothing are Governor Miura's underwear. They've all been washed, and I don't know if there's any human tissue left. I don't know if they're still useful."

"I think if there were canine tooth marks on the girl's severed limbs, or if there were other evidence left among the scene, and we conduct another forensic examination, these new discoveries could serve as the most important evidence."

"Even if the opposing lawyers argue their case, it will be hard to convince the jury and the public, don't you think? Sakura."

There was no expression of surprise on Hojo Sakura's face.

She didn't say anything, just looked at Miura Masami quietly.

When she saw those glassware, she guessed what Masami Miura was going to do.

Just waiting for her to say it herself.

"Sakura, he's a perverted murderer. Only four dismembered girls were found, but that doesn't mean there are only four. God knows how many more victims there are. Moreover, if we let him go, even more people will be killed." Miura Masami's face, which had remained unchanged since the end of the trial, finally showed a pleading expression:

"I know you wouldn't do something that goes against your principles for me, but what about your sense of justice? For the sake of those innocent girls, shouldn't Governor Miura receive the punishment he deserves?"

"Sakura, what did you say to me when we were studying law?"

"You said you would become a prosecutor and seek justice for the people of Japan."

"But what now?"

“Where is the justice?”

"We can only watch helplessly as a psychopathic murderer escapes justice."

"Is this what you want to see, Sakura? Answer me."

Hojo Sakura still didn't say anything, just looked at Miura Masami quietly.

Listening to Miura Masami's almost pleading tone, her face remained unchanged.

"You'll do it, won't you?" Miura Masami said. "For those innocent girls who were killed, you'll do it, won't you?"

(End of this chapter)