Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 352 An invitation from the eyes

Inside the cabin of the Boeing 787, the cockpit door had already been smashed open by the Orthodox Vladimir Vladimirevich.

The pilot was held hostage by the Orthodox Church and controlled the plane to turn around and fly towards the ocean at a cruising speed of 1000 kilometers per hour.

Several Black Hawk attack helicopters were so slow that they had already left the enemy far behind and had to return to the base in disappointment.

Two F-35C fighter jets, one on the left and one on the right, were 10 kilometers away, using active phased array radars with an effective range of 200 kilometers to firmly lock onto the Boeing 787.

Another F-35C fighter jet was flying closely alongside the Boeing 787 and made a call.

The vacuum vortex caused by Fang Zuo's anger instantly disturbed the turbine engine.

The entire fuselage lost power and plummeted downwards.

The other two F-35C fighter jets watched as the blue triangle signal representing the friendly aircraft on the tactical screen flashed violently.

It descended rapidly and disappeared under the height mark in an instant.

It means that Ghost 3 fell from 0.3 feet to sea level in 31000 seconds and crashed into the sea.

This sudden incident frightened the other two planes so much that they accelerated instantly and only opened communication after they were dozens of kilometers away from the Boeing 787.

"Damn it! Calling No. 3, how are you? Calling No. 3! Headquarters, calling headquarters! This is Ghost Formation No. 1. We have lost data link connection with No. 3, radar signal has disappeared, and its transponder code: 4765 has been confirmed to be invalid. Requesting emergency situation escalation and requesting weapons release authorization!"

Thule Air Base Command Center.

An officer in a general's uniform is standing in front of the screen.

The base's commander-in-chief is Air Vice Marshal Leon Virick.

He was holding a pipe in his mouth.

The technical sergeant projected the data onto the large screen and continuously broadcast the information:

"General, the last data track of the Ghost 3 is: altitude 50 meters, heading 095, speed 0.87 Mach. It has been confirmed to have crashed."

"Two seconds before the Ghost 3 crashed, the cabin pressure plummeted from 2 psi to 8 psi, equivalent to instant exposure to the Martian atmosphere."

"In other words, a massive vacuum vortex suddenly appeared near the civilian Boeing 787 for unknown reasons."

"A vacuum vortex? Is it a weapon or some kind of Orthodox magic? Damn it! What on earth did those Orthodox Russians do?" General Leon Verik asked gravely, "Are there any other important people on that civilian plane?"

"General, according to intelligence from Washington, there's a National Security Agency agent on board the Boeing 787. His codename is confidential. Also on board is a wealthy individual from South Korea's Samsung Group."

"Never mind." General Leon Verrick grabbed the communicator and said loudly:
"Ghost 1, Ghost 2, this is Thule Base, Greenland."

"Confirmed that the Boeing 787 has been classified as a Level IX air threat. Executing emergency destruction procedures. Unlock code: AT-790-2."

"You can immediately launch a high-level attack. Repeat, launch a high-level attack!"

"Ghost 1 understands."

"Ghost 2 understands."

Inside the cockpits of two F-35C fighter jets.

As the radar locked onto the Boeing 787's engine heat source on the screen, the two pilots pushed open the weapon safety cover with their left thumbs.

then.

The two F-35Cs simultaneously performed a 45-degree elevation jump, using the curvature of the earth to create a shooting window.

Two AIM-120D missiles separated from the internal bomb bay, and the friction between the missile body slides produced orange-red sparks.

After the compressed nitrogen pushes the missile to a safe distance of 15 meters, a cobalt blue flame propulsion halo appears at the tail.

The two missiles accelerated to Mach 3 within 4.0 seconds and headed towards the Boeing 787 dozens of kilometers away.

Inside the cabin of a Boeing 787.

The Orthodox Patriarch and spiritual elders were stunned by the roar from the soul.

I have no idea where it comes from.

He only felt endless pressure, and even when facing the Orthodox gods he didn't feel this kind of terror.

The pressure of being on the verge of death penetrated my body.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on you and save your servant!

A golden waterfall of light as thick as honey suddenly shot out from the void.

Instantly lock the coordinates of this plane.

Covering the Boeing 787 from a distance.

The strong light penetrated the distorted fuselage wall and condensed into a translucent cocoon of light around the two Orthodox people.

Protect the two of them tightly.

The light cocoon expanded instantly like flowing liquid gold, wrapping the entire Boeing 787 aircraft into glowing amber.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes angrily.

"Quack!!"

A burst of spiritual pressure passed by.

An invisible pressure swept over the two powerful figures of the Orthodox Church.

The light shield disappeared instantly.

These two are well-known figures in databases around the world.

With a "bang" sound like a balloon, the flesh and bones of the entire body turned into blood mist and bone powder, and scattered in the cabin.

Fang Zuo frowned as he looked at the unconscious Li Zhenxin and Chiba Iori, and was about to take action.

Suddenly I noticed four or two missiles approaching.

A speed of Mach 4.0.

It took only about thirty seconds from dozens of kilometers to hitting the Boeing 787.

The next moment.

Fang Zuo appeared high in the sky.

Ever since he sneaked across the border to become a gangster, and then inexplicably returned to the mountains, he continued to break through and gain experience layer by layer.

He still didn't understand to what extent the destructive power of this world's technology could compare to that of monks.

I saw the tail flames of the two missiles forming Mach rings in the thin air.

Amidst the shrieking sound tearing through the clouds.

Tungsten alloy fragments penetrated the cabin and fuel tank of the Boeing 787.

The fireball from the missile and the jet fuel explosion shattered the aluminum skin like thin paper.

A huge mushroom cloud rose in the sky.

Fang Zuo watched all this with an expressionless face.

Estimating the power of the missile explosion.

The destructive power caused by each missile is almost enough to destroy a small hill, which is equivalent to a full-strength attack from an early Jindan cultivator.

But the scary thing is.

This was launched from dozens of kilometers away.

He also knew that this was by no means the most powerful missile available.

Other missiles can even reach hundreds or thousands of kilometers.

Not to mention the cultivators in the Jindan stage, even he himself had no way of attacking so far away.

The roar of fighter jets could be heard in the distance.

Fang Zuo frowned.

In a flash, he stood on the cabin cover of an F35C fighter jet.

The pilot, who was about to investigate the crash site of the Boeing 787, suddenly saw a pair of feet in front of him.

He wiped his goggles doubtfully.

still exists.

He took off his goggles.

That’s right.

A pair of feet were standing in front of the glass cover of a fighter jet.

Everything he saw scared him to death, and he almost fainted.

Fang Zuo stepped lightly.

The F-35C fighter jet instantly broke into two pieces and fell straight down with flames and black smoke.

"A spirit being?" Another plane in the distance saw all this from afar, and said in a trembling voice with its mouth opened as wide as it could in fear.

Push the joystick to the bottom, turn around and increase speed to escape.

At the same time, open the communicator to report to the base.

"What? A psychic? Ghost One, do you know what you're talking about?" General Leon Virick was stunned, his face quizzical. "You're saying a psychic stood on Ghost One's cabin at an altitude of 35 meters, and then simply stepped on the F-C fighter and broke it?"

"Yes, General, I saw it with my own eyes."

Leon Verrick's face kept changing, from white to red, and then from red to black.

His face twitched uncontrollably for a few times, and he finally lost control of his emotions. He quickly put the communicator to his mouth and started cursing:

"Pierre Preston, do you believe me? I'll put my pipe up your ass and then churn your intestines out, you damned guy, have you been drinking on duty again?"

The general flew into a rage: "I'm warning you, if you say anything nonsense again, I swear in the name of God that I will bring you to a military court and have you shot."

"General, I'm not drunk and I didn't see it wrongly! He, he, he, followed me here." Pierre Preston's terrified and trembling voice came out from the communicator.

"He he he he is standing on my fighter plane right now."

"Fuck you! You're lying to me! I'll send you to a prison full of black people who are 30cm long and have you pick up soap!!!" General Leon Virick roared into the communicator and raised his head.
"Quick, turn on the radar to maximum power immediately, and activate the thermal imaging scan at the same time. Target Ghost One!!!"

"No need, General, he's right above us." The secretary said, pointing to the screen in front.

Just see the screen.

On the radar.

Thermal imaging.

A human figure was actually standing on an F35C fighter jet that was flying back.

It was incredibly stable while flying at high altitude.

then.

He did indeed tap his foot lightly.

The Phantom One F35C fighter jet instantly broke into two pieces like crispy French fries and fell towards Thule Air Force Base.

But the human was still hovering in the air.

"Take him down!" roared General Leon Vereker.

"Yes, General!"

The entire command room took quick action.

"Activate the land-based Aegis system"

"AN/SPY-6 radar locked onto target"

"Standard Six missile carrying kinetic particle kill vehicle launched into space"

Fang Zuo stood quietly in the air, waiting for all this to happen.
The suppression of the Heavenly Dao on him gradually increased.

His realm was slowly declining.

A wave similar to divine consciousness scanned his entire body.

Then more than a dozen missiles with long flame tails came towards him...
Fang Zuo tried his best to release his spiritual sense.

Divert all scanning waves towards him.

More than a dozen missiles drew a graceful arc in an instant and fell into the outskirts of Thule Air Force Base like headless flies.

Boom boom boom! !

As explosions rang out, more than a dozen mushroom clouds slowly rose.

"General, the GPS/INS composite guidance system shows an altitude error of -1500 meters!! The missile has no way to lock onto this mutant." The secretary shouted.

The entire military command center was in chaos.

"Should we send fighter jets into the air, General?"

"Idiot, what's the point of a fighter jet if the missile can't lock on? Activate the high-energy laser array HELIOS system and focus the fire at maximum power."

"Yes, General."

Several high-energy lasers quickly aimed at Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo felt the burning sensation.

This kind of power is not even as strong as that of a Jindan cultivator.

Fang Zuo frowned.

He felt that the suppression from Heaven's Way was getting stronger and stronger, and his realm was gradually falling towards the Golden Elixir.

He waved his hand.

A huge golden thunder gathered in the sky.

"Everyone, look! Two suns!!!"

The American soldiers in the base looked up at the sky.

I saw only a blurry figure standing in the air.

Above his head, there are two golden suns.

Dazzling and dazzling.

"Oh my God!" Lieutenant Colonel Mike, who was in charge of meteorology in the command room, smelled the burning smell of ozone. His experience told him that it was a sign that the ionosphere was being torn apart.

Meteorological Lieutenant Colonel Mike stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass of the command center, staring blankly at the sky.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as if billions of ants were crawling under his tactical bulletproof vest. "General, come and see! Everyone, pay attention! Electromagnetic storm alert!"

It seemed to confirm his guess.

Beep beep beep!!!
The sharp sound of instrument alarms echoed in the control room.

Everyone in the command center, including the general, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and looked at the sky.

transfixed.

"Oh my god! The electron concentration in the ionosphere has skyrocketed a million-fold in 0.3 seconds. This is the precursor to a superstorm never before recorded by humans." Lieutenant Colonel Mike looked up, his pupils stinging with pain from the bright light. He muttered to himself, "Is this the end of the world?"

As a golden sun appeared in the sky, golden arcs of electricity burst out.

All monitors began to be interfered with and snow began to appear.

High-voltage wires and radar detection equipment throughout the air force camp emitted huge arcing sounds.

Dense groups of American soldiers walked out of the camp and looked at the sky in shock.

Looking at this scene made them confused.

They knelt down and prayed.

at last.

The golden sun in the sky fell down.

A golden crack appeared in the sky.

It turned into a giant golden pillar and crashed down.

It was like an eight-sided golden mace that spanned the sky and the earth.

Insert it straight down.

As the roaring sound rang out.

The first thing to disappear was the AN/TPY-4 phased array radar in the center of the base.

This $12 billion steel behemoth looks like a pencil mark erased by an eraser.

The silicon carbide substrate weighing tens of tons is directly sublimated into purple steam at a high temperature of 100,000 degrees.

And those metals were melted into liquid metal rain, falling to the surface.

then.

The densely packed American soldiers only felt a darkness before their eyes.

It vaporized instantly, leaving no trace of residue.

The entire giant air force base is made of six-meter-thick reinforced concrete, which is like chocolate under the scorching sun.

The steel bars still maintain their grid-like structure in the last second before gasification, like a giant frozen chicken coop.

All the alloy-shelled equipment and ammunition stored in the base were melted and gathered into a metal stream.

It seeps into the strata along the cracks and forms metal fossils covered with thunder patterns after cooling.

Since then
The largest air force base in the United States.

All that remained was a giant vitrified crater.

The runway was transformed into an obsidian mirror, reflecting the distorted clouds.

The hangar and the remains of the camp melted together and solidified into strange red stalactite-like shapes.

Shortly after.

Alarms were sounded at other U.S. air bases.

Accompanied by a huge roar in the sky.

Several F35C fighter jets and Black Hawk attack helicopters arrived over the camp from all directions.

Exploring the largest air force base in the United States, which has inexplicably lost all communications.

And far away in the Pentagon is the US military command center.

There was a moment of dead silence as I watched the image intelligence sent back by the explorers.

What is going on here?

Several top American generals looked at each other in confusion.

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Inside the Imperial Palace in Tokyo.

Four representatives of the Rei Dissent Council, Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima, and Kurumi Sakura were sitting in the chairs of the conference room.

Several people looked at the huge screen with serious expressions.

Tetsushi Kono and Yoshio Chosokabe.

These two guys who were locked up by Yingkong Hu Tao for a day and a night are now avoiding even looking at each other.

After being released, I watched the video of the scene and realized how terrifying the murderer was.

However, Yingkong Kurumi and all the police officers not only survived, but also almost caught the murderer.

The two of them avoided Sakura Kurumi's gaze.

Who knows what crime this lawless woman will accuse me of to lock myself up for two days.

In a place where the air conditioning was broken, I was cold and hungry.

Apart from water and stools, there was not even a bed.

They are all high-level Onmyojis, but who among modern humans has ever suffered that kind of suffering!

After sitting for a day and a night, one of the two people had hemorrhoids develop and the other had a lumbar disc relapse.

I am still in excruciating pain now!
The screen in the conference room continuously transmitted the real-time status of Tokyo's entire vast underground sewer system.

Feng Dielian was leading a team of police officers and was cautiously going deeper into the sewer.

The cameras on their bodies are transmitting the scenes they see in real time.

The beam of a tactical flashlight cut through the thick darkness.

Feng Dielian was walking in the underground sewer wearing tactical boots and a bulletproof vest, but she felt as if she was falling into the digestive tract of some giant creature.

The concrete on the tunnel walls oozed a turquoise fluorescent substance, like the slime of a mutant creature.

Those concrete pillars are covered with radiating patterns, as if they were implanted with glowing nerve veins.

With continued deepening.

From time to time, mutated Kappa jumped out and were then killed by the police officers' intensive firepower.

Go further in.

Everything in front of them stunned Feng Dielian, Ling Yilan and the people watching the live broadcast.

Three vertical shafts with a diameter of 30 meters were converted into vertical culture chambers.

The remains of various creatures floated in the turbid liquid.

As the police officer wearing biological and chemical protection equipment turned the regulating gate.

The moment the gate opens.

The centimeter-thirty-meter-high pressure-regulating water tank revealed a disgusting scene.

In the space that was originally used to drain rainwater, hundreds of glass coffins were suspended in a spiral shape.

Each container holds an experimental subject that combines the characteristics of humans and marine life.

In the giant tank in the center is a monster made of an octopus head and a human spine.

This is just part of the Tokyo Underground Waterway in Shinjuku.

How many such laboratories are there in the Tokyo metropolitan area, which is as large as it is?
"What on earth do these damn demon tribes want to do?" Kono Tetsushi said angrily, "Are they still planning to destroy Tokyo?"

"Don't think about it for now." Yingkong Kurumi said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Yingsora Kurumi.

"Mr. Sakura Kurumi, what do you mean?" asked Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima.

"No matter what the demon tribes do, they must give an explanation to the government, otherwise they will be completely eliminated." Yingkong Kurumi knocked on the table. "But have you ever considered that the biggest problem lies within our human race?"

"How on earth did these nuclear materials, which are so strictly controlled, end up in the hands of the demon tribe?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's faces became even uglier.

"Three of Japan's six largest financial groups are capable of producing these things," Bai Huizi said. "Our Mitsui Group can do it, but these nuclear materials are strictly monitored by the government. From manufacturing to transportation to nuclear power plants, government personnel are in charge."

"We, the Mitsui Group, can allow government agencies to investigate and prove our innocence."

"However, I'm not speaking for Japan's six major financial groups. I want to remind everyone: Have you ever thought about the nuclear leak happening somewhere in Japan?"

Fukushima nuclear power plant?
"Director Sakura Kurumi, this case is now in your hands." Interior Minister Kojima Hiroshi stood up. "The six major chaebols will be jointly investigated by the National Public Security Bureau and the Public Prosecutor's Office."

"You are solely responsible for the investigation of the Fukushima nuclear power plant and the Tokyo underground sewers. All units will cooperate with you unconditionally."

Interior Minister Hiroshi Kojima said solemnly, "I will inform Prime Minister Shigeru in America, and I will ask the Defense Minister to grant you permission to mobilize some of the Self-Defense Forces if necessary."

"I understand." Yingkong Kurumi nodded and stood up.

When the others saw this, they all stood up unconsciously.

Baihuizi looked at Yingsora Kurumi, who was wearing a high-ranking police officer's uniform and standing straight.

It can't hide her graceful curves.

The cold and beautiful little face was tightly tensed.

She looked at the others and saw that they all stood up unconsciously in coordination with her.

These are all people at the top of the Japanese pyramid, and they have been unknowingly shocked by Sakura Kurumi's aura.

No one dared to sit down and ignore Yingkong Kurumi who was standing.

Sakura Kurumi had just walked out of the royal palace.

"Wait, it's Sakura Sora Kurumi, the headmaster." Bai Huizi followed.

"What's wrong? Mrs. Baihuizi!" Yingsora Kurumi said with a smile.

She had a very good impression of this beautiful spiritual woman who had always reminded her.

"This matter is not that simple." Baihuizi said in a low voice.

"It seems that Mrs. Bai Huizi knows something?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned.

Bai Huizi took a step forward, leaned her red lips against Yingkong Kurumi's ear, and whispered softly, "I know very little, but a lot of things have happened at the Fukushima nuclear power plant, and now it seems that they are all very likely implicated. You'd better contact Councillor Shiraishi, she is also investigating this matter."

"She is also investigating the Fukushima nuclear power plant?" Sakura Kurumi was slightly stunned.

At this moment, Fang Zuo, who was far away in North America, was sitting by the lake with his eyes closed, feeling the pressure of the Heavenly Dao.

Since he has no formal legal identity, the only thing that is suppressed at the moment is his Jindan cultivation level.

The pressure slowly dissipated.

In the distance, charming sounds of playfulness were heard from the lake.

"Come down quickly, I will never tell Walnut." Chiba Iori turned around in the clear lake water and waved to Fang Zuo.

Her long black hair fell down her back, revealing her smooth shoulders.

A pair of beautiful eyes full of intricate details.

Fang Zuo felt the direction of Momoki Kanonai.

It seems that there is still some distance away from me.

The position keeps changing, so it must be on the plane.

"Hey, throw my bra and panties over here." Chiba Iori shouted again.

Fang Zuo frowned, grabbed the green bra and green panties next to him and threw them over.

It felt as if her skin was still smooth when I touched it.

A refreshing body fragrance wafted over.

"Does it smell good?" Chiba Iori bit her lower lip, "Is it different from the charming scent of your peaches?"

Fang Zuo ignored her and stood up.

He kicked the stairs hard at Li Zhenxin, who was still unconscious and lying not far away.

The toes are right between the buttocks.

The kick made her groan, but she still didn't wake up.

If it weren't for the thought that Jin Meiting might still be useful, I wouldn't have bothered to save this troublesome woman.

“Hey~~!”

Chiba Iori called again from a distance.

Fang Zuo frowned and turned his head to look.

I saw that she had already put on her underwear.

The green bust holds up a pair of soft.

The narrow straps hang casually on the shoulders.

It seems like it will droop down with a slight push.

in the sun.

Red lips parted slightly.

The eyes invite.

(End of this chapter)