Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 334 Two beauties at the same time
Akiyama Mako crawled on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Raise your head slightly.

She recognized at a glance the beautiful woman who had returned home with her runaway child. She was none other than the popular member of the Japanese Diet, Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Standing in front of her were beautiful legs wearing a pair of white long skirt and black shoes.

Under the light of the setting sun, the transparent stockings make the fair skin underneath look even more translucent.

The slightly plump curve of the calf and the delicate white instep that stretches out the stocking fabric.

As she tiptoed gently, the transparent nylon thread was slightly wrinkled and pressed against her skin.

Then it bounced up quickly again.

Although she is younger than the other person, Akiyama Mako feels a little ashamed of herself because of her skin which is more elastic than that of a young girl.

Not to mention that beautiful face.

Behind this pair of beautiful legs is a gorgeous woman wearing suit trousers.

Without seeing it with your own eyes.

It is hard for Akiyama Mako to imagine that there is a woman who is both gorgeous and androgynous.

And his child was hiding behind this woman.

Don't dare to look at yourself.

In this scene.

It seemed as if the child he had been carrying for ten months was closer to this woman in a suit than to himself.

Mako Akiyama did not blame the child.

How dare I blame the child?

For so many years, she has been almost immersed in the grief of her husband's death.

The children were not taken good care of at all.

I may be a loving wife, but I am not qualified to be a mother.

The room was quiet with only the breathing sounds of a few people and the soft sobbing of Akiyama Mako.

Akiyama Mako looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's beautiful legs nervously. Will she help her?
At this moment, a voice came over, which immediately ignited her hope.

"Is there any subsidy document issued by the Japanese National Personnel Authority?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Yes, yes, Councillor Shiraishi." Akiyama Mako quickly got up and walked into the room.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu continued to look at the relatively new photo tucked away in her diary.

in the photo.

A group of Japanese Self-Defense Force members, wearing uniforms and carrying weapons, posed in front of the Self-Defense Force base.

The flag above the base behind him is embroidered with the emblem of the Japanese peacekeeping force.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned over the page with the photo.

Quickly flipped through the back.

The front and back pages are all diaries written by the diary owner.

It records some of his daily trivialities when he was sent by the Japanese government to South Sudan and Iraq for peacekeeping work.

If all this is not fake.

Then.

The girl's father is Kenji Aoki.

He is indeed a member of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces peacekeeping force.

but.

If that were all, accidental death would be a very normal thing in the Self-Defense Forces.

Why did the Japanese government at that time erase his identity as a member of the Self-Defense Forces?
Akiyama Mako ran over in small steps, handing over several papers with both hands. She lowered her head and hunched her body, very respectfully saying, "Congressman Shiraishi, these are the subsidy documents issued to us by the Japanese National Personnel Authority. These are also bank statements recording the funds transferred to us by the Kanto Office over the past few years."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took the papers and glanced at Akiyama Mako who was lowering her head.

This woman is meticulous and serious about her work.

I took the bank statement from her before I even asked her for it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at this official document from the Japanese National Personnel Authority.

From the running script to the specific content, and finally to the seal, everything is indeed correct.

The only doubt is, as Akiyama Mako said, about the identity of her husband Kenji Aoki.

In this official document, Kenji Aoki was just an ordinary government clerk in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the bank's cash flow and saw that the payment method was indeed the Kanto Affairs Bureau.

Then.

What Akiyama Mako said must be true.

In fact, when the woman cried and told her story, Shiraishi Nagimitsu had already believed it for the most part.

No one would bring this up for no reason.

After seeing so much evidence, Shiraishi Nagimitsu had already made a judgment in his heart.

"What did the Japanese National Personnel Agency tell you at that time?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"They said my husband died on a business trip and refused to acknowledge that my husband was a peacekeeping member of the Self-Defense Forces." Akiyama Mako's pale face was full of seriousness.

"The reason you want to clarify this matter is because you think the death allowance for a clerk is less than that in the peacekeeping Self-Defense Forces?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a frown.

"That's one reason. I don't want to lie to Councillor Shiraishi. The compensation for the death of a Self-Defense Force member far exceeds that for an administrative officer. But that's not the most important reason, whether you believe it or not." Akiyama Mako lowered her head and said:
"I just want to know whether my husband has cheated on me and whether he is a member of the Self-Defense Forces sent by the government for peacekeeping."

She raised her head and looked firmly at Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "Member Shiraishi, I just want an answer. Who is he? Is he lying, or is the government lying, thus depriving my husband of his true identity?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't say anything and continued to flip through the information.

She had come to believe it all from Kenji Aoyama's diary and his wife Mako Akiyama's words.

"Have you met your husband's colleagues?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"No, no contact." said Mako Akiyama.

Some trouble.

Is this just one thing happening right now, or are there many?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the date in the diary.

However, the numbers of these peacekeeping Self-Defense Forces can be found based on the dates.

At the same time, Japan will definitely not be able to send too many Self-Defense Forces for peacekeeping.

According to the places recorded in the diary, it seems that he went to two places: South Sudan and Iraq.

This makes it easier to find.

but.

Now there is something very strange in the middle of this incident.

That is why the Tokyo government at the time concealed Kenji Aoyama's identity.

Was it just Kenji Aoyama who was concealed, or was it the identities of all the members of the peacekeeping Self-Defense Force who were concealed?

Or perhaps, the identity of the deceased was concealed.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu paced back and forth.

As a member of parliament, he could only obtain very little information, which was also a disadvantage as he did not have a large political family to support him.

If it were Abe Nosuke, I'm afraid that with just one order, her family and party would instantly help her find a lot of information.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took out his cell phone and called Sakura Kurumi.

At this time, Sakura Kurumi had just separated from Chiba Iori.

He was walking out of Furukawa Miu's apartment.

After receiving a call from Shiraishi Nagimitsu and hearing her narration of the story, he was also very doubtful and nodded as he listened.

After Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the phone, he continued to flip through Kenji Aoyama's diary.

Then he closed his eyes and said, "I understand. Leave it to me, but I can't guarantee that I will find out the truth thoroughly."

"I can only give you a reasonable and non-disappointing answer after analyzing the pros and cons."

"Thank you, thank you." Akiyama Mako bowed gratefully: "That's enough."

"Mrs. Akiyama, I admire your comeback and your deep affection as a wife, but as for your daughter..." Shiraishi Nagi's face turned serious. "You are not worthy of being a mother. You almost pushed your daughter into an abyss from which she can never escape."

"I am the one who let her down." Akiyama Mako looked at her daughter who was still hiding behind the woman in a suit, her face full of shame.

But she didn't know what to say. Precisely because this was the truth, as a mother, she didn't know what to say to apologize.

Her love for her husband far exceeds her love for her daughter.

Nothing hurts more than the truth.

"I'll leave her in your care for a while. If you continue to fail to fulfill your responsibilities as a mother, I will call the police and sue you in court." Shiraishi Nagihiru continued, "As for the incident of her being bullied at school, my bodyguards will handle it with you."

"Understand?"

"I understand." Akiyama Mako reached out and tried to hold her daughter.

But the girl was reluctant to stretch out her hand and still held Ma Feihui's suit pants tightly.

Mako Akiyama was very disappointed.

The disappointment wasn't that her daughter didn't take her hands.

What was disappointing was that she didn't feel sad at all about her daughter's behavior.

Maybe I was not born to be a mother.

Akiyama Mako looked at her daughter with guilt in her eyes
Night falls.

The Lexus was on the way back.

Neon lights kept receding outside the car window.

"Once a crack appears in one's family of origin, it's a lifelong pain." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the back seat, gazing out the window and said calmly, "There's no way it can be healed, and there's no way it can be forgotten. One can only hope for redemption in another relationship."

As she spoke, one hand unconsciously drew on the misted car window: "No matter how many years it takes for a wound to scab over, once it's peeled back, it's still bloody new flesh."

“Even if everyone later tries to cover the gap with candy wrappers, the candy will melt and the cracks will still breathe.”

“Just like the cracked concrete floor beneath the neon lights, when spring comes, weeds will sprout from the cracks, but the cracks will always be there.”

Mei Shiraishi sat beside her sister in silence.

No one could understand what her sister said better than her.

She gently reached out and held her sister's hand.

My sister held on tightly, and the strength of her grip made her eyes a little red.

"I don't understand these things. What I longed for most since I was a child was the warmth of family, but when I grew up, I saw that many families didn't seem to have that warmth." Ma Feihui whispered while sitting in the passenger seat.

"Now it seems that a cold family is more harmful than having no family at all."

"So, I don't know whether I'm lucky or not."

"Tomorrow you will go to school with her and help her deal with the bullying issue." Shiraishi Nagihiru turned around and said, "If her mother doesn't cherish her daughter, then she will be punished by law."

"I will also sue her and take away her guardianship."

"I understand. I am best at suppressing violence," Ma Feihui said with a sneer.

A pair of small hands with bright red nail polish gently shook each other.

There was a sound of bones crackling.

The driver next to him was so frightened that his body stiffened and he stepped on the accelerator and took off.

Ring, ring, ring. The phone rang.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took out her cell phone from her bag and saw that it was Sakura Sora Kurumi calling.

"This is a serious matter," said Sakura Kurumi sternly from the other end of the line. "I used my privileges to access the government database and found out there's a peacekeeping Self-Defense Force. Approximately 2000 personnel have been deployed to South Sudan and Iraq."

"These are all in the Japanese government's announcement, but according to government data, no one died, and all of them returned alive."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned, "They didn't hide anything at all, which means it's a very serious matter."

"I contacted my friend, a lieutenant in the Maritime Self-Defense Force. She helped me look up the military database, and I easily found the designation of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force." Sakura Kurumi sneered.

"But what happened next even shocked her. According to her, this was almost impossible!"

"Guess what? All the official operational diaries of this unit have been deleted. It seems that this matter involves not only the Japanese National Personnel Agency, but also the Japanese Ministry of Defense."

"Only the Japanese Ministry of Defense at the time had this authority."

"Maybe more than that. I have a feeling that almost half of Japan is involved in it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a frown.

"Then you better be careful." Yingkong Kurumi said, "The Prime Minister election is about to begin, and there are many knives pointed at you."

"Don't worry, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu fell into deep thought.

Why did the Japanese government at that time conceal the death of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force?
They even resorted to changing their appearance to eliminate the identities of these Death Self-Defense Force members.

It is now known that two major Japanese departments are involved.

There are still many that are sunk to the bottom of the water and have not appeared.

The car quickly returned home and stopped at the door.

A familiar tall figure was standing at the door waiting for him.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu had a smile on her face and quickly threw herself into the man's arms.

Stand on tiptoe and give a kiss.

Cross out soft and tender.

Smelling the man's scent.

Never get tired of it.

Then she was carried by the man and walked into the villa amidst gazes of disgust and fear.

"Tell me, why is that?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat on the back of the sofa, his soft feet resting on Fang Zuo's back.

From time to time, she would tap the man's muscles with her soft, white, and tender heels.

This is a trick she learned from Oda Yui.

It can massage men for a long time without much effort.

"I don't really understand your Japanese politics." Fang Zuo buried his head comfortably in the sofa pillow, but the touch still felt a little uncomfortable.

If only there were another pair of giants for him to bury, Fang Zuo glanced at Shiraishi Nagimitsu regretfully.

He looked at Mei Shiraishi who was sitting in the distance.

Mei Shiraishi was watching a TV series on her iPad when she suddenly felt a chill and hugged her J-cup breasts for some reason.

"But I have a question. What is your Self-Defense Force doing to maintain peace? Aren't you prohibited from taking the initiative in fighting?" Fang Zuo said.

"Peacekeeping forces aren't actively fighting. They're called peacekeeping, but they're meant to protect Japanese businesses in areas of civil unrest from attacks by non-governmental militants." Shiraishi Nagiko tapped his foot vigorously as he spoke. "According to Japanese law, they can't be deployed to war zones. Wait, war zones!!!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood up suddenly.

A pair of white feet stepped hard on Fang Zuo's waist.

"Yes, why did the Ministry of Defense and the National Personnel Authority conceal the deaths of the Self-Defense Force? It must be because those countries were at war during that time, which led to heavy casualties in the Self-Defense Force." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded continuously as he spoke, happily lying down, a pair of huge things pressed tightly against the man's back, and kissed Fang's left neck with his red lips, whispering:

"Master, you're so good at saying it right away. I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"It's a small matter." Fang Zuo waved his arm disdainfully.

The master exposed the huge conspiracy with just a few words.

"The question now is, if they knew there was a war going on there, why did they still send the Self-Defense Force to the war zone?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was puzzled again. "Could it be that the Japanese Ministry of Defense simply wanted to conceal the casualties among the Self-Defense Forces caused by intelligence errors?"

"That's the biggest possibility, but if that's the case, is it necessary to go to such lengths? Is it worth it?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was suddenly stunned and a little dazed:

"There is another possibility."

"In other words, the Ministry of Defense knew there was a war going on, but they had no choice but to send the Self-Defense Forces there, which ultimately resulted in heavy casualties."

"In other words, the Japanese government did so many things to cover up the truth, and the bigger reason was to conceal the truth about the dispatch of the Self-Defense Forces!!"

Even though the heater was on indoors.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly felt a little cold.

If it is the second case, then what on earth is the reason that makes the Japanese Ministry of Defense willingly violate the Japanese Constitution and send the Self-Defense Forces to the war zone? !

It is impossible for a member of parliament like me to solve this mystery alone.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu called Sakura Kurumi again.

He told Yingkong Kurumi what he had just thought of.

"How do you want me to help you?" Yingkong Kurumi on the other end of the line was also surprised and said, "All the marching diaries of that unit have been deleted. Even if something happened, it is unknown."

"I think you could help me contact your friend who is a navy admiral and ask her to check the marching trajectory of the troops." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said:
"Even if the march diary is deleted, the march trajectory is recorded in the satellite system's database."

"These databases are shared by several major departments of the Japanese government. It should be impossible to delete them. Otherwise, they could have deleted the name of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force as well."

"Perhaps, we can find some clues from their marching trajectory."

"Okay, wait for my news." Yingkong Kurumi said.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly put down the phone.

Checked the temperature in the room.

23 degrees.

Why is it so cold?

"Hold me!!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu rubbed Fang Zuo with his body: "Master~~~"

She said in a coquettish voice.

Fang Zuo looked at the time and felt a headache.

There are two women who have made plans with me tonight.

Kaedeka Ren and Hashimoto Yuna.

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

Rena Morisawa was sitting on the sofa in the monitoring room, looking at emails on her iPad.

It contains the latest monthly reports from the Yamaguchi-gumi from all over the world.

This little beautiful woman is like a black widow spider lying on this planet.

Slowly weaving a huge spider web gradually covering all the countries on the planet.

knock knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." said Rena Morisawa.

Miyagi Xiangzi pushed open the door and walked in.

Now she is dressing more and more modernly, the only thing that remains unchanged is a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings.

She was followed by several young people.

"Kana, I brought them here." Miyagi Makoto said as she sat next to Morisawa Rena.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mukaiko." Rena Morisawa nodded, gently hugged Miyagi Mukaiko, then turned to look at the five young men kneeling on the ground.

"Go ahead, Xiangzi said you have some new ideas you want to tell me." Morisawa Reina said with a smile, "You are all highly educated talents trained by the Yamaguchi-gumi, and your fathers are also veteran members of the Yamaguchi-gumi. I have never doubted your loyalty."

"Besides, you should also know how the Yamaguchi-gumi treats traitors. You shouldn't risk your entire family's lives to mess with me."

Several young people prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to look up.

The fear of Reina Morisawa is ingrained in her bones.

Of course they knew how cruelly the Yamaguchi-gumi treated traitors.

Young people born in modern civilized society are also trained by the Yamaguchi-gumi to become highly educated talents.

It is already a terrifying thing to see steaming blood flowing rapidly out of the body.

Not to mention the extremely cruel methods of abuse.

Watching the scenes of those Yamaguchi-gumi traitors being tortured.

They felt it deeply.

Death is sometimes a relief.

The place they followed Miyagi Muko to today made them feel even more the unfathomable nature of this beautiful leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Even scary.

A beautiful wife of the largest underworld organization in Japan.

I was actually in the observation room of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency wearing home clothes, looking at an iPad, drinking coffee, and turning on the heater.

There is a pile of fruit on the table in front of me.

What happened?
Is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department also a branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi?

Several young people crawled on the ground, feeling that their idea was ridiculous.

But everything before them forced them to believe it.

The world seems to have become a little strange.

"Ma'am," one of the young men said, mustering the courage to look up. "Our money laundering methods are too outdated. With countries increasingly cracking down on drugs, the Yamaguchi-gumi must have the latest money laundering techniques if they want to grow."

"Oh~~~!" Morisawa Reina was touching up her lipstick with a makeup mirror. When she heard this, she looked over with interest: "What's your name?"

"My name is Kiyotaka Nakata, Madam." The young man looked at his wife's beautiful face.

She blushed in shame and immediately looked away.

A beautiful woman is not necessarily attractive, but a woman who is both beautiful and has an inviolable identity.

It's like the most delicious honey in the world.

Even if there are some vicious bees guarding the hive, the men still want to dig out the hive.

Get a taste of her.

Rena Morisawa has recently been worried about the source of funding for the Yamaguchi-gumi.

As the fight between her and other local gangs in South America intensified, her funds became increasingly scarce.

Money laundering.

It has always been a major way for the world's underworld to make money, second only to drugs.

Moreover, money laundering not only brings significant income to the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Another great benefit is that you can get to know the people at the top of the pyramid.

After all, who among ordinary people needs to launder money?

"Tell me about it," Morisawa Reina said with a smile, "Why are our money laundering methods so backward?"

(End of this chapter)