Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 336 Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Shiraishi Mei

Kiyotaka Nakata and the others kept their heads prostrating in the direction of Kana Morisawa and moved their knees backwards.

Until he moved out of the door and closed it, and the female leader was no longer in sight.

Then they stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

My legs, numb from kneeling, were trembling slightly.

Everyone was sweating profusely from fear.

The aura of this female leader is too strong.

It's almost suffocating.

"Are you okay?" Several people asked about Kiyotaka Nakata's finger.

"Of course it's okay, you guys. This is a good thing. These two fingers mean that Madam has saved our lives." Nakata Kiyotaka looked at the mutilated palm excitedly.

As the second generation of gangsters, he has been exposed to everything about the Yamaguchi-gumi since he was a child.

This behavior of bypassing one's own boss and looking for the leader is not allowed by any organization and is regarded as a betrayal.

Now, he was forgiven with just two fingers, and in return he regained an extremely glorious position and gained the trust of the lady.

The Nakata family, the Nakata family is about to rise!!

Nakata Kiyotaka wanted to go to his father's grave right away and tell him the good news! !

"Let's go and start our great cause!" Nakata Kiyotaka was extremely happy. He raised his right arm and shouted with the slogan of victory in the Warring States Period: "Ah~~Ah~~~!"

"Ah~~!!" The others raised their arms in response.

"Are you looking for death? What are you shouting about?" A police officer's shouting and the sound of footsteps were heard nearby.

A few people looked over and saw a woman in a black leather jacket frowning and walking towards them in high heels.

Ta-da-da.
Curvy and slim.

Extremely cold and beautiful.

Her small hands pressed on the gun bag beside her waist.

Her red lips were tightly pursed.

There was no trace of them in the sight of that pair of beautiful eyes, but there was an invisible pressure pushing them against the wall.

Kiyotaka Nakata and his companions quickly bent down and made room against the wall.

Yingsora Kurumi didn't even look at them, pushed the door open and walked in.

Then he heard his female leader's slightly flattering voice: "Headmaster, you are here."

Kiyotaka Nakata and the others instantly knew who was coming.

Several people swallowed their saliva. No wonder this beautiful woman gave them such a great pressure invisibly.

It's really a case of the mouse meeting the cat.

A natural crushing in identity.

"If you have nothing to do, just leave immediately." The police officer who came with Yingkong Kurumi shouted.

"Yes, yes!!" Kiyotaka Nakata and others quickly left under the gaze of the police officers.

indoor.

"Are you using me as a lesson?" Yingkong Kurumi looked at the severed finger and the fruit knife on the table and asked, "What happened?"

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Director, something happened for a moment. I'll clean it up right away." Kana Morisawa and Mukaiko Miyagi stood up to greet him, and said somewhat embarrassedly when they saw the bloodstains in the room.

"No need. Throw it in the trash and I'll ask the cleaner to pick it up." Yingkong Kurumi waved her little hand and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to stay in there for a while. The Public Security Bureau is busy tracking down the murderer of the Minister of Finance and the Ambassador to China. They don't have time to deal with you."

"It's okay. I also want to thank the director for protecting me." Kana Morisawa said with a smile.

"We're all family, so let's not be polite." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head and said, "Is there anything else you need to live here?"

"No more." Kana Morisawa shook her head, suddenly remembering what Kiyotaka Nakata had just said, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Just say whatever you want to say. If I can do it, there will be no problem. If I can't, I will tell you directly." Yingsong Kurumi keenly noticed her hesitation.

"It's like this." Kana Morisawa recounted what had just happened without hiding anything.

Establish an international online money laundering center?

Do you also want to annex India and establish the largest international fraud center?

After listening to this, Yingkong Kurumi looked deeply at the female leader of Zhiyan.

What a big ambition!!!
It seems that it is necessary for her man to keep her. No matter how powerful she becomes or how high she climbs, she is only limited to Japan.

But this woman can slowly extend her branches from underground to the whole world.

"I can't help but release the prisoners. It's not within my power, but," Yingkong Kurumi said after a moment's hesitation, "I can contact a Supreme Court justice for you. I think she can help you resolve it."

"Oh?" Kana Morisawa was surprised and happy.

It seems that I have underestimated the powerful Yingkong Kurumi Hall Master.

She even has a Supreme Court Justice in her network.

It seems that everything is going well.
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The Chief Justice had no idea that he was being mentioned last night.

She only knew that she might lose her honor, her status, everything.

After tossing and turning all night without falling asleep, Masami Miura woke up early and slowly put on her makeup.

Then he mechanically walked to the open kitchen and turned on the toaster.

Nowadays.

Today, she will face her younger brother who is about to be born.

Today, she will face her own end.

After Hojo Sakura refused to frame herself.

foreseeable.

After this court hearing, there was no new evidence to support the verdict.

The jury will find Governor Miura not guilty based on the principle of giving the benefit of the doubt to the defendant, and Governor Miura will get rid of the corpses in the backyard.

He was then convicted of attempted murder.

And this is a small crime.

It is even possible that under the manipulation of public opinion and the operation of lawyer Irene, the charge will be attributed to mental abnormality caused by the death of his father.

After winning the sympathy of the jury, you can regain your freedom by paying some money.

After all, Governor Miura is the eldest son of the Miura family, as long as he has the status of a university professor.

You can continue to teach your own judicial students.

The elders of the Miura family will still support him.

Not only will he lose everything he has now, but he will also likely have to face revenge from his own brother.

Masami Miura kept thinking about his miserable end.

Until the bread machine made a ding sound.

She just came back to her senses.

But he found that his chest was already wet.

It was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

The meat is shiny and glossy.

Her bra was soaked with sweat from fear and stuck tightly to her skin.

Miura Masami took a deep breath.

Slowly took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom with his head lowered.

There must be a way.

She told herself.

must.
I don't want to die yet
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Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in Fang Zuo's arms, holding his mobile phone and carefully looking at the marching route of the Japanese Self-Defense Force on the map.

There were no surprises on all other routes on the map, and the first port arrived at was the South Sudan military port.

There is only one suspicious point.

I stayed in the waters near Fukushima Prefecture for so long.

A Hyuga-class light aircraft carrier.

Three Osumi-class landing ships.

More than 2,000 Japanese peacekeeping troops stayed in the waters near the Fukushima nuclear power plant for ten days.

unusual.

Absolutely abnormal.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu looking at the map absentmindedly.

"I feel something is amiss." Shiraishi Nagimitsu tapped the map. "Why has this unit stayed here for so long?"

"Do you suspect it's related to the Fukushima nuclear power plant?" Fukushima is such a big thing, even if Fang Zuo doesn't care much about other things, he knows about it.

"Ah."

"Just look at the time and you'll know if it's right?" Fang Zuo reminded.

"I'm watching." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled charmingly, sat in the man's arms, tilted her face upwards, and gently kissed his lower left chin.

We thought of the same thing.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the old news and reviewed the time when the Fukushima nuclear power plant accident occurred.

2011 3 Month 11 Day.

Let’s look at the time of the Japanese peacekeeping force.

2011年3月12日出发，然后在2011年3月13日折返到福岛核电站附近海域。

After waiting for 12 days, I left on March 3th.

"It seems they are related." Fang Zuo said, "It can't be such a coincidence."

"Well, unless the Ministry of Defense requests this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force to participate in the rescue of the nuclear power plant." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head after saying this, denying his own idea: "Impossible, there is no reason to command these warships to rescue. The military port there is far away and it is not easy to land."

"With the time available, it would be sufficient to simply order a Ground Self-Defense Force unit from a nearby military camp to rush to the scene of the accident."

"Although I don't understand politics, I've seen you deal with so much of the mess in Japanese politics. If this peacekeeping force succeeds, your politicians will probably jump out to claim credit," Fang Zuo said.
"If there's no news claiming credit, then it definitely has nothing to do with aid."

"You're absolutely right. Furthermore, those guys will definitely be on the news at their own expense, buying TV stations to run ticker tapes for a month." Shiraishi Nagihiru smiled, covering her mouth. "This is a great opportunity to attract public attention."

"Why don't you run for election too? You have a Japanese identity, and with your skills, you'll definitely be able to quickly become prime minister."

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and whispered in Shiraishi Nagi's ear, "What do you mean by prime minister? Aren't you the future female prime minister? Just take the position."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around shyly and bit the man's neck gently. She immediately realized that something was wrong with the man and twisted her waist in a pleading manner, rubbing her soft, plump buttocks backwards: "Master, I can't take it anymore, please spare me."

But the pair of big hands had already left the position of fiddling, and moved down with five fingers to support the rippling buttocks and picked her up.

"Why did it stay there for more than ten days?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said breathlessly, lying on Fang Zuo's chest.

I didn't want to move even a finger, only my brain was still working rapidly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu struggled to take the phone and repeatedly looked at the information about the peacekeeping force.

[A Hyuga-class light aircraft carrier.]

[Three Osumi-class landing ships.]

Shiraishi Nagi's mind suddenly lit up.

Lie up.

"Have you thought of a clue?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No, but I thought of a family that might know some clues." Shiraishi Nagi lowered her red lips and kissed the man's chest lightly: "This family is still subservient to you. It was you who asked them to come to me."

Fang Zuo was stunned for a moment, then remembered that this was indeed the case. The women in that family were extremely coquettish and had huge appetites. "What is that? Bai Huizi?"

Shiraishi Nagiko nodded. "Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, owned by the Iwasaki family, is responsible for almost all of Japan's warship manufacturing. I wonder if these ships were built by them. If so, perhaps they have some way to get some clues."

After saying that, she picked up her phone and called Bai Huizi.

Since Iwasaki Jinto is old and often sleeps, in order not to affect things, Momoe usually acts as the middleman.

"Hello, Councillor Shiraishi, is there anything the Iwasaki family can help you with?" Bai Huizi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I want to ask you something." Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not explain the cause and effect, but only asked if there was any way to know the situation of the fleet.

"Yes, but it will take time to verify whether they were manufactured by our shipyard." Bai Huizi nodded and said, "These warships are repaired and maintained by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries. Finding the data recorded by the cameras inside should not be difficult."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then." Shiraishi Nagi nodded: "This matter needs to be kept confidential, don't reveal it to anyone."

"Of course, Councillor Shiraishi, don't worry. After I locate those warships and engineers, I'll personally monitor this matter." Bai Huizi said affirmatively on the other end of the line. Suddenly, she paused and asked hesitantly, "Is that gentleman with you?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu glanced at Fang Zuo, and seeing that he had no objection, he replied, "Yes, by my side."

"Councilor Shiraishi, please tell that gentleman if he can spare some time to teach me about Yin-Yang magic," Bai Huizi said in a halting tone.

"I'll pass it on," Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered readily.

After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu lay down her plump body again.

"Carry me to take a shower, and then we'll go see Yui," Shiraishi Nagi said, "It's okay today, let's go like this, Shiraishi Meiyi is not here."

Fang Zuo was a little surprised. This follower had never missed a single day, but today the sun rose from the west.

"She's gone with Makie to take care of some things. When she's done, she'll join us to visit Yui."

"Mahie?"

"The bodyguard who doesn't want money!"

"Oh!" Fang Zuo suddenly realized.

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In the principal's office of a junior high school in the suburbs of Tokyo.

At this moment, Mei Shiraishi was sitting on a stool nearby.

Ma Feihui confronted several fierce women.

The girl was so scared that she hid behind Ma Feihui, her eyes red with a look of both grievance and fear.

His body was trembling slightly.

These boys took advantage of their parents being school trustees and bullied them at school for a long time.

Not only themselves, but many children from ordinary families have been bullied by them.

The four boys opposite were standing next to their mother and making faces.

A defiant look that showed no fear at all.

Ma Feihui was so angry that her beautiful face turned red.

Inside the drooping black suit sleeves.

Ten slender fingers emitted a faint red glow, and then she retracted them.

She had never suffered such injustice before.

He was surrounded and taught a lesson by a group of old women and a few little undead guys.

If I wasn't afraid of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department coming to visit,
If the doctor hadn't disappeared for so long, I would have to follow Councillor Shiraishi.
If I wasn't afraid of causing trouble for the little girl.
He had already waved his hands and killed the people in front of him, their children, and this damn high school principal.

And this damn middle school.

They cut it into powder with their fingertips.

Then, all this garbage was stuffed into the mouth of the swallowing demon, turned into feces, and excreted into the muddy swamp.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Please tell me again." Ma Feihui took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and pointed at the plump middle-aged woman in the middle. "You just said you were the director of this middle school, right? Explain it to me again."

The fat middle-aged woman sneered and stepped forward: "How many times do I have to say it?"

"According to the Japanese Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology's [School Safety Equipment Classification Standards], the mechanical pencil my child uses is classified as a safety device if the lead length is 2mm or less. So, my child was just joking with her when he poked her with this thing."

The middle-aged fat woman touched a fat boy next to her and said: "This matter is not considered school bullying at all. If you insist that you hurt her, you can take this girl to get a medical examination."

"That's right." Another thin woman came over. "Skipping ropes for physical education are also included in the [School Safety Equipment Classification Standards] and are classified as Class A free equipment. My child simply got tangled with her while skipping with her, but how did this escalate to the level of school bullying?"

"It's just a fight between children. Our children are all from Tokyo's upper class."

The thin woman paused guiltily.

How could a child from the upper class end up in this suburban school?

of course
As members of the school board, they can be considered upper class compared to the ordinary families in front of them.

The middle school principal nearby tried to smooth things over with a smile and said, "I think this is all a misunderstanding. Why don't we just let it go and let the children go to school early?"

Ma Feihui clenched her fists, not knowing what to do when faced with such a situation.

They neither understand the rules of human society nor can they take action to solve them.

Besides, after such a long time, the girl's injuries have long since healed, so where can she go to get them examined?

'Bang! '

The sudden sound from the wooden table next to them attracted everyone's attention.

Mei Shiraishi was sitting in a chair bored, holding a thick Japanese dictionary in both hands and tossing it around.

Keep falling on the wooden table.

She had long hair and a round face.

Under the white turtleneck sweater is a pink J-cup bra and a pink short-sleeved shirt.

The proud curve makes the white knitted sweater look slightly thin and transparent.

Two pink curves can be seen from inside.

Mei Shiraishi stood up, leading the ups and downs of the performance: "Everyone, I have a few words to say."

She stepped forward and said with a smile, "What you all said makes sense. Since there are clear regulations, we will follow them."

When several school directors saw the two women who had suddenly come to cause trouble give in, they nodded smugly.

It was also expected.

How can civilians settle accounts with themselves?

It's just bullying them, so what?
Makie turned her head and looked at Shiraishi Mei in confusion, not understanding why she was speaking for the other person.

Mei Shiraishi continued nonchalantly, "However, I'd like to ask you a question. Is this thing in my hand considered a safety device according to the Tokyo School Safety Equipment Classification Standards?"

She picked up a thick Japanese dictionary on the table and said.

Keep throwing it between your hands casually.

"Of course it's a safety device," the fat woman said with a grin. "How can a book not be considered a safety device?"

"That's easy." Shiraishi Mei smiled and took the dictionary in her little hand for the last time, holding the opening of the dictionary tightly.

Then he took the other stapled corner of the dictionary and smashed it hard against the fat woman's face.

boom! ! !
what! ! !
A scream was heard and a stream of blood flew up in a parabola.

The fat woman was hit on the nose by the hard corner of a thick dictionary and fell on her back.

The already collapsed nose continued to spurt blood.

It had been smashed flat, with two bloody holes oozing blood.

I think the bridge of my nose is broken too.

The others looked at this cute woman with big breasts and a round face in shock, standing there in a daze, unable to react.

I never expected that she would attack me with a dictionary.

"So, I'm not hitting anyone." Shiraishi Mei looked at the blood-stained dictionary in her hand with disdain, threw it to the ground, and picked up the wooden teaching triangle on the table: "Then, this thing should also be in the safety equipment at school."

After weighing it, she handed the large wooden triangle to Ma Feihui, who was also stunned: "Why are you standing there? Are you going to get on? If not, I will continue."

"Great, great, great! Leave it to me!" Ma Feihui finally reacted and rubbed her hands excitedly as she took the wooden triangle. A sinister smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Let me, who has never been to school, do some math problems."

Ah ah ah ah ah! !

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

After a while.

The principal's office was a mess.

Ma Feihui looked at the broken triangle in her hand and threw it aside in frustration.

Not only the people lying on the ground groaning in a bloody mess, but even the children were not spared.

They were all beaten until they were covered in blood, and not a single piece of their clothes was intact.

"Here, this is my family's business card. A high-class family, huh!!" Shiraishi Mei took out an exquisite nameplate and threw it on the ground. "If you're not convinced, come to us. What a rubbish school! The child won't go to school anymore. We've already found a school for her."

After saying that, she was not satisfied with just one push and licked her red lips with her tender little tongue.

The three of them walked out the door.

"It's not a good idea to give them your business cards. It might cause trouble for Councillor Shiraishi." Makie suddenly said halfway through her walk.

"You're stupid! I wouldn't give them my sister's business card." Shiraishi Mei said disdainfully, "Don't worry, I gave them the business card of the Iwasaki family, the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu. Even if I gave them the guts, they wouldn't dare to come to me. I'm afraid they'd be scared to death."

"For a small, under-the-radar Tokyo family like this to mess with the Iwasaki family, it would be audacious if the entire family didn't hang themselves."

Makihui nodded in confusion, not yet understanding human society: "Where did you get such a powerful thing?"

"Last time I attended their invitational cocktail party with my sister, I took some of them." Mei Shiraishi rubbed her face.

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now.

Inside the Supreme Court in Tokyo.

Masami Miura slowly put on the justice robe and walked towards the court
It's time to end it.
(End of this chapter)