Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 339: A beauty in love, someone from my hometown in China
Masami Miura walked out of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

sunny.

Looking at the warm spring sun.

She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

Everything they just discussed made her feel a little uneasy.

It turned out that the mature and beautiful woman was the female leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

But why is he staying in the security office so openly?

And the environment is pretty good.

What is her relationship with Sakura Kurumi?
Masami Miura didn't guess any further. It's better to know less about some things.

She just needs to know that there is still work to do.

Katsushika Ward, Tokyo.

A huge white building with high walls is heavily guarded.

Not only is it covered with high-voltage power grids, but it also has the latest equipment to monitor what's happening in the prison.

It houses Japanese criminal defendants, prisoners serving fixed-term sentences and death row inmates.

Governor Miura was escorted by police officers to the prison and quickly had his first lunch in prison.

As a psychic, he is now no different from other ordinary prisoners.

The alloy shackles that imprisoned his spiritual power and the chemical injections that paralyzed his nerves made him no different from an ordinary person.

On the contrary, long-term reading and teaching made him look lacking in exercise and a little weak.

He was like a bookworm who would fall down at the slightest gust of wind.

After lunch, the prisoners have time to go out for some fresh air.

The playground has a huge grassy area and several basketball courts.

Governor Miura sat on the grass, gazing at the spring sunshine and dozing off slightly.

A book rests on his knees.

The weather is still a bit cold.

Only the sunlight gave him some warmth.

He adjusted the frames of his gold-rimmed glasses.

Fortunately.

Soon these days will be over.

He will be rescued by the US military stationed in Japan soon.

Maybe after next week.

You will find yourself on the white beach of Miami, Florida, North America, basking naked in the same sun.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the result, at least he saved his life.

Although he lost his distinguished status in Japan.

But in North America.

He can still command his Japanese disciples and those members of the Miura family who are loyal to him from afar.

He could still choose to teach at a North American university famous for its law school, and then come into contact with students who came here from Japan to study.

Use your influence.

As for his dear sister, the Chief Justice, she will definitely die at his hands.

Let her go down to accompany her father.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

'boom'

Suddenly a basketball flew over and hit Governor Miura on the head.

The shattering of his gold-rimmed glasses caused them to fall off.

Several big men in prison uniforms with various evil ghost tattoos on their necks and arms walked over.

Governor Miura frowned and put his glasses back on.

He shifted his gaze back and opened the book to the page he had not finished reading.

"Hey, you guy who's reading, hurry up and pick up our basketball." A big man shouted.

Governor Miura didn't bother to pay attention and continued reading his books.

"I think you don't want to live anymore." A big man stretched out his foot and was about to kick.

"Stop it! Don't be so rude." The big man in the middle stopped them and said, "Do you know who he is? The famous Professor Miura, a big shot in the Japanese legal community."

"Do you want to spend more years in jail? Many prosecutors and judges are from the Miura family."

The large man in the middle took two steps forward, approached Governor Miura, and squatted down. "I'm not wrong, Governor Miura."

"If you know, get out of here right away." Governor Miura said calmly.

"Then do you know who we are?" The squatting big man was not angry and still said with a smile.

"I don't need to know who you are." Governor Miura turned a page of the book and continued reading.

"No, no, no, you must know who we are." The squatting man said this, then reached out and placed his hand on the book that Governor Miura was flipping through, blocking his view. "My name is Hayata Imai, and my daughter is hospitalized at the University of Tokyo Hospital. Poor little girl, she's been diagnosed with leukemia."

Governor Miura looked at the big hands pressing on his books, slowly turned his head, and looked at Imai Hayata coldly: "What does what you said have to do with me?"

"It's very relevant, because you saved my daughter." Imai Hayata continued to say with a smile. Thinking of his daughter, tenderness appeared on his scarred face, and his fierce eyes softened.
"She will receive the best treatment in the world, and will be given priority for matching with the most suitable hematopoietic cells. You know, she's only twelve years old. She's very cute and looks a lot like her deceased mother."

"She and her mother are everything to me. I have already lost my wife and I cannot live without her."

"She will be cured soon. After she is cured, she will enter the best private school in Tokyo and study with the children of you bigwigs."

"No one knows that her father is a Yamaguchi-gumi gangster. She will receive the best education in Japan, then go to Tokyo University to study law and become a respected prosecutor or judge."

"So?" Governor Miura pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, grabbed the hand that was pressing on the book, blocking his view, and threw it away in disdain. "You want me to donate to you and save your daughter? Are you dreaming? Who do you think you are?"

"No, no, no, Governor Miura, thank you for your trouble. Someone has already donated." After saying this, Hayata Imai grinned.

Suddenly, he kicked his legs hard and jumped up. His burly body pressed down on Governor Miura like a mountain.

She stretched out her large, fan-like hand and tightly covered Governor Miura's mouth, then whispered in his ear, "Your sister, Miura Masami, asked me to say hello to you."

After hearing this, Governor Miura's eyes widened suddenly and he kicked his legs desperately to break free.

Available in the next second.

Several big men came up immediately and held down his hands and legs.

Then several tall figures came out and blocked everything that was happening here.

It also blocked the warm sunlight shining on him.

Governor Miura's pupils suddenly contracted and he stared at the other party's raised hand.

A white toothbrush was reflected in the pupil.

The handle is sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

Governor Miura struggled to mumble, trying to say something.

But no one is interested to know.

then.

The big hand holding the toothbrush stabbed down hard.

'Pfft. '

After a sharp pain in the neck.

Governor Miura heard the sound of blood gushing out of his aorta.
He saw a splash of bright red on the book.
His gold-rimmed glasses fell to the grass during the struggle, and his vision began to blur.
His struggling limbs slowly came to a stop.
This spring day is so cool.
Father, I am here to accompany you.
Governor Miura's eyelids gradually drooped and he slowly lost consciousness.

In the Supreme Court on the other side of Tokyo.

Masami Miura returned to her office.

"Are there any new documents for me to review today?" she asked her assistant.

"Justice Miura, several prison sentence reduction application documents were just sent in this morning," said the assistant.

"Bring it here and let me see it." said Masami Miura.

After taking the folder handed over by the assistant, Masami Miura found the document she was looking for.

Without saying a word, he immediately signed his name, then took the official seal of the Supreme Court and stamped it firmly.

After finishing this, she handed the document to her assistant.

Then close your eyes and put your glasses aside.

I was thinking back to the deal I made with that beautiful Yamaguchi-gumi woman.

I still have doubts in my heart.

but.

Since Sakura Kurumi asked her to meet the female gang leader, it shows that she trusts her.

What's more, it is within my power.

After a while.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Masami Miura opened her eyes.

Two middle-aged men in judge's robes walked in.

'Snapped'.

A middle-aged man threw the document on Masami Miura's desk.

"Judge Masayoshi Miura, these two applications for commutation of sentence do not meet the requirements for reasonable commutation of sentence at all. I don't understand why you agreed and stamped them with the official seal." said a middle-aged man.

"That's right, Judge Miura Masami. According to the Supreme Court's rules and regulations, the sentence can only be commuted with the approval of two of our three justices and the seal of the Supreme Court," said another middle-aged man.
"You did this without consulting us. If you don't give us a reasonable explanation, we will file a complaint against you with the Procuratorate."

"Let me ask you something." Miura Masami leaned back in her chair, her legs clasped in black stockings tightly together, her beautiful eyes glaring coldly at the two of them. "If these two sentence reduction documents were signed and stamped by Governor Miura, you would definitely agree without even reading them, right?"

"We don't understand what you mean by that?" the two looked at each other and said.

"Do I need to explain it more clearly? Do you distrust the women of the Miura family?" Miura Masami sneered, "If you really want to follow him, you can follow him to America, or... follow him to death."

"Miura Masami, what do you mean?" one of them shouted angrily. "Are you cursing us?"

"It's nothing, and I'm not cursing you two." Miura Masami shook her head. "You can leave now."

"If you disagree with the two probation documents I approved, you can take them to the Procuratorate."

"But now, get out, now!"

Miura Masami shouted sternly.

"Okay, Masami Miura, then we'll meet at the Procuratorate's Office." The two looked at each other, picked up the documents on the table, and turned away angrily.

Just walked a short distance.

Both of their phones received the message at the same time.

After opening it, the two stood there in shock, looking at each other.

Looking at each other.

I couldn't say a word for a long time.

"How could this happen? What should we do now, this horrible woman?" one of them asked, "Should we still go to the prosecutor's office?"

"How is that possible? Governor Miura is dead. Are we really going to be buried with him?" Another shook his head and said, "You know, to be elected as the next Supreme Court Justice, we still need the signatures of many authoritative figures in the Miura family."

"But we just offended her."

"Go in and apologize. At worst, we'll just listen to her from now on. Do you want to end up like Governor Miura? Accidentally killed in prison by a few thugs? Ha, do you believe it? I don't. This is absolutely humph!"

"I didn't expect Justice Miura Masayoshi to be so rude." "Shut up, keep your voice down, don't let her hear us. When we get in, we should be more respectful than when we met that dead Governor Miura."

Masami Miura in the office also received the message at the same moment.

The heart that had been hanging finally fell.

at last
Everything of the Miura family and the entire Japanese judiciary belong to him.

No one forced me to leave this chair anymore.

Masami Miura slowly closed her eyes.

Got everything I dreamed of.

But there was not much joy in my heart.

Empty.

It would be nice if the owner was around to fill this emptiness.

Masami Miura's face was slightly flushed.

Thinking of Fang Zuo's strong muscles and strength.

His chest heaved.

at the same time.

The entire top of the Japanese pyramid was shocked.

A major event happened to the Miura family, which has dominated the Japanese judicial system for nearly a hundred years.

The only son of the direct lineage.

The famous doctoral supervisor of judicial students at the University of Tokyo: Governor Miura.

It turned out to be an American.

He is also a colonel in the US military stationed in Japan.

The most shocking thing is what happens next.

In jail.

Governor Miura was accidentally killed by several prisoners who were in a group fight.

A sharpened toothbrush handle was precisely inserted into the carotid artery in the neck.

This is the end.

Chief Justice Masayoshi Miura took over all the power and reputation of the Miura family.

There is a high possibility that he will become the youngest lifetime honorary justice in Japanese history.

------

And far away in North America, the White House in Washington.

Inside the Office of the President.

The former president's belongings have been moved out.

Current President Trump looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary on the desk and sneered.

Pick it up and throw it in the trash.

Those Catholic guys nearly got themselves killed.

First, judicial prosecution was used.

His villa was raided by prosecutors and he was subsequently prosecuted by the court.

Then even the assassination came.

Fortunately, there are many psychics around me.

Fortunately, I still won in the end
However, a lot of promises were made to them during the election, and now they all have to be fulfilled one by one.

The time has come to deliver the big promise.

Trump sat down and reclined in his chair with his eyes closed.

Place your hands alternately on your chest on your suit.

This is the most powerful chair in the world.

The taste is really wonderful.

"Dear Mr. President." Dr. Blair walked in.

"Dear Blair, you're here. I'm glad to see you." Trump opened his eyes and sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and greeted Dr. Blair with a smile.

As a businessman, I have always respected professionals.

"I've seen your plan." Trump tapped the table with his right knuckle. "Is there really such a thing as a starship?"

"Is it really as big as the Washington metropolitan area? That's a bit exaggerated, far beyond my imagination."

"Yes, Mr. President, after all, the universe is endless." Dr. Blair nodded excitedly: "I'm talking about those guys..."

"No, no, no," Trump shook his head and interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense, Blair, just talk about your profession."

"Yes, Mr. President," Dr. Blair said, understanding. "Our scientific and technological research and development is already showing signs of decline. If we don't seize this opportunity, we'll soon fall behind the great powers of the East."

"There's a question that's been bothering me, dear Blair," Trump said with a frown. "The amount of scientific research approved by Congress has never decreased, and in fact remains far higher than that of other countries. But why are the results becoming less and less?"

"Sorry, Mr. President," Dr. Blair said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm not targeting your research team," President Trump said, waving his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm talking about the technological status of the entire government and society, including private companies like Boeing, Martin, and Apple."

"First, the planet's technology has reached a bottleneck. It's like an exam. Getting from one point to sixty is easy, but every point higher is difficult. So we must obtain a starship, Mr. President," Dr. Blair continued. "Second, there are fewer and fewer Chinese scientists in North America."

"Are there fewer and fewer Chinese scientists and technologists?" President Trump asked in confusion. "We attract scientists from all over the world. Are Chinese scientists really that important?"

"Yes, Mr. President," Dr. Blair nodded. "Many of these achievements were made by Chinese scientists, but they were covered up by the Jewish media."

"For example, the founder of Boeing was of Chinese descent, who designed and built Boeing's first airplane. The atomic bomb was almost abandoned during the Manhattan Project, thanks to the crucial role played by Chien-Shiung Wu. The computer used in the Abloh moon landing was also built by Chinese descent, and the researchers who solved the problems of binary and semiconductor properties were also Chinese descent."

"Even our Minuteman series was developed by Chinese people, and leading semiconductor companies like Nvidia are almost all staffed by Chinese engineers."

"Mr. President, it's just that when those Jews stood on the Nobel podium and announced their various world-changing achievements, they didn't mention that they were surrounded by Chinese scientists."

"Including the Jewish media."

"Be careful what you say, Dr. Blair," Trump interrupted. "That's enough. I'm very interested in your plan now."

"Yes, Mr. President, as long as we succeed in getting the starship, we will make America great again as you said." Dr. Blair thought of what Momoki Kanonai said, and his blood boiled.

If even a single piece of armor were removed from such a massive starship and thoroughly studied, it would likely be enough to dramatically advance the technology of this planet.
"You can ask the National Security Agency to cooperate with your plan, but dear Blair," President Trump said with a serious expression, "I still say that Washington will not acknowledge anything related to your plan."

"There will be no record kept of this and if you fail, you will go to jail."

"I understand, Mr. President." Dr. Blair nodded.

After Dr. Blair left.

A woman walked in wearing high heels.

"Dad, the Israeli envoy has arrived," said Trump's daughter Ivanka.

Trump rubbed his brows and said, "Call them in. It seems that we have to pay back our debts."

------

At the film and television base in Osaka.

In one of the film sets.

Wearing a school uniform and a student wig with big bangs, Keiko Minamikawa gave the camera her last sweet smile.

Long black hair, snow-white face, bright red lips, and light pink eye makeup.

hard to believe.

This is a white-collar beauty.

"Cut!!! OK, we're done!! Very good, very perfect!! Keiko, you're worthy of being a big star, you can handle any role!!" The director stood up very satisfied and greeted the frowning Minamikawa Keiko flatteringly.

"Director, please don't ask me to star in these college-aged films anymore. I feel a bit weird." Minamikawa Keiko took off her wig and complained, "If we weren't old friends, I wouldn't have agreed to take on a script like yours, and play a role that makes me feel awkward at my age."

"Jingzi, you underestimate yourself too much. Look at yourself in the camera, what's wrong? Wow, you look just like a college student." The director patted his chest to show that what he said was true.

"But I'm about to go next door to perform in NHK's Taiga drama, and the role I'm playing is a very different one from now, in terms of age and everything else." Minamikawa Keiko sat down, and immediately a group of makeup artists quickly surrounded her, removing her makeup and changing her into the next look.

They all gathered around Keiko Minamikawa with wigs, jewelry, and various costume props to help her work.

Minamikawa Keiko looked at her increasingly real self in the mirror, and then slowly began to change. She put on a headgear from the Warring States Period and frowned, "I'm going crazy."

Not a moment.

A beautiful woman from the Warring States period wearing an embroidered kimono appeared before everyone.

She has a cold expression and wears dark red lips.

She plays Oda City, the most beautiful woman in the Warring States Period.

"Wow, Sister Jingzi, you are so beautiful." A small figure ran over and looked at Minamikawa Jingzi in the mirror.

Oda Yui's eyes were about to burst into stars.

"Call me auntie. Your mother is beautiful and has a great figure." Minamikawa Keiko patted Oda Yui's face lovingly.

Oda Yui, who was filming next door to him, was unexpectedly chosen by Takeshi Kitano to be the heroine.

At first, I didn't know that she was Shiraishi Nagimitsu's daughter.

I was surprised when I found out.

"Of course, not many people have a figure as good as my mother." Oda Yui lowered her head and looked at her chest, frowning.

"Okay, when you have a man in the future, you will also grow bigger." Minamikawa Keiko leaned over and whispered in Oda Yui's ear.

"Really?" Oda Yui's face was full of longing.

"Of course it's true." Minamikawa Keiko said with a smile, "Have you finished filming your scenes? How did you find the time to come to me? Director Kitano Takeshi will scold me if he finds out."

"He won't scold me." Oda Yui shook her head: "Several investors have come to his office, and I'm afraid he's furious now."

"Is he white?" Minamikawa Keiko sighed.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to make movies in Japan these days.

Funds, props and personnel are all controlled by Jewish financial groups. There are more and more rules and regulations, and even one has to comply with their political correctness.

"It would be great if Onii-chan was here." Oda Yui sighed, "He can handle anything."

"Is your Onii-chan so powerful? She has charmed your mother to death and makes you admire her so much?" asked Keiko Minamikawa curiously.

When she heard Oda Yui calling her sister, she didn't think much about the word "unnie" from Oda Yui's mouth.

"Of course, Onii-chan is the most powerful person in the world." Oda Yui said confidently.

The little face was filled with happiness.

"By the way, they will come to see me today."

"Ah, why didn't Nagimitsu tell me?" Minamikawa Keiko held up her kimono with both hands, frowning, "I still have several shots to shoot."

And this moment.

In an office on the set next door.

Kitano Takeshi was surrounded by several white people and shouted angrily: "Don't even think about it!

at the same time.

A passenger plane lands at an airport in Tokyo.

A young man wearing a sweatshirt was stopped by Japanese customs.

"What is this?" The customs officer picked up the young man's belongings and asked, "What kind of weapon is this?"

"A peach wood sword? Do you know anything about it?" The young man rolled his eyes helplessly. "Is there a Chinese translation? Have you Japanese never even seen this? You are such a clueless person!"

"Fuck, how do you say that in Japanese?"

“Eight Yalu!!”

(End of this chapter)