Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 358: Jewish Twins, Strange America

In a annex building next to the Los Angeles City Hall.

In a small office.

The lights are dim.

Chiba Iori sat in a chair, looking at the aerial scene in the projected video with a look of shock on his face.

Sitting across from her were three white men.

One was wearing a white suit, one was wearing a US military uniform, and the other was wearing a black windbreaker.

After watching the video.

"I'm sorry, sirs, I can't provide any information." Chiba Iori shook his head and said apologetically, "I was imprisoned on the Boeing 787 by the Orthodox Patriarch and the spiritual elders. Then the plane was suddenly hit by a missile from an F-35 fighter jet, and I escaped by taking advantage of the crash."

"As for what you said about the largest air force base in the United States being destroyed, I have no idea about it. I just saw the scene in these photos."

"Ms. Chiba, how do you explain the GPS location marker in the chip? You were nearby at the time this horrific incident occurred," the white man in a US military uniform asked gravely. "Even if you didn't see it with your own eyes, didn't you hear anything?"

"After I escaped from the plane, I landed nearby. I really didn't hear or see what happened." Chiba Iori said calmly.

Then he frowned and said to the white man in a white suit: "Mr. Weir, you don't believe me either, do you?"

"Of course I believe you, Iori. You're the pride of our National Security Agency." The man known as Mr. Weir waved his hand. "It's just that they both came with military orders and a directive from the CIA. I can only summon you here as a matter of routine. I hope you don't hold a grudge."

"Oh, looking at this, I thought I was already a criminal." Chiba Iori said sarcastically.

"Ms. Chiba, are you the only one alive out of the hundreds of people on this plane?" The white man in a black windbreaker said with a smile, "I'm curious how you managed to survive."

"Is this gentleman questioning my ability?" Chiba Iori sneered and said, "You can look up my past mission files since I joined the National Security Agency and you'll find the answer."

"Or, you can try it yourself."

"Oh, no, no, no. I've heard of those S-rank missions, and I believe in Ms. Chiba's abilities. I know I'm no match for you." The white man in the black trench coat shook his head. "I'm just curious, are you the only one who survived?"

"When I escaped, I also rescued a woman next to me. I saw that she was sitting in the black card VIP luxury cabin and thought she might be an important person in our North America, so I rescued her." Chiba Iori leaned back, leaned his back against the chair, and nonchalantly lifted a pair of beautiful legs in overalls and placed them on the table.

He continued, "Later, I asked around. She's the youngest daughter of the Samsung Group on the Korean Peninsula. Her name is Lee Jin-hyung. You can go ask her and get a confession!"

"Isn't that what you're all good at?"

Chiba Iori confessed everything according to the dialogue they had agreed on along the way.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the three men in front of them.

After saying this, his face turned cold:
"As for who else survived on the plane, I don't know."

"That has nothing to do with me, does it? My mission is accomplished."

"Two leading figures of the Orthodox Church have taken action. This task is beyond my capabilities. I have done what I can."

"Speaking of this, I'd like to ask the three most distinguished gentlemen. You're sitting in your air-conditioned office, hugging your female secretary in a black miniskirt."

"But, as logistical support..."

"The National Security Agency, the Central Intelligence Agency, and even the US Military Intelligence Service, none of them have found any intelligence on any of the Orthodox Christians."

"They let a patriarch and a spiritual elder board a plane so brazenly."

"Or, have you been planning to sacrifice me from the beginning?"

"Sacrificing an agent who was awarded the National Intelligence Distinguished Service Medal and the Presidential National Security Medal?"

After saying that, Chiba Iori stared coldly at Will who was wearing a white suit.

"I swear to God, Miss Iori, I didn't know there was an F35-C fighter jet involved in this mission." Will raised his hands, his face full of apology. "If I had known, I would have told you."

"I haven't even received a notification from the military. Believe me!!! Iori"

Will turned his head and looked at the white man in military uniform. "MI8 needs to give the NSA an explanation for this matter. Otherwise, I will complain to President Trump. I think Elon Musk is eager to take advantage of your pie."

"Okay, stop acting. If there's nothing else, can I leave?" Chiba Iori kicked the table with her crossed legs, and the chair slid backwards instantly.

"Of course, it's your vacation time now, Miss Iori." Will nodded with a smile.

Wait until Chiba Iori walks out the door.

The white man in the military uniform said, "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong." Will shook his head. "It's just a coincidence. There's no precedent of negligence or concealment in No. 8's previous missions."

"Also, I always feel that such a destructive force, comparable to that of a giant dynamite, cannot be created by a psychic."

"How about we capture that Samsung student, Li Zhenxin, and question her?"

"No thanks." The man in the windbreaker shook his head. "If there really was a problem, they would have already agreed on their statements. The Samsung Foundation spends a lot of lobbying funds on various government departments every year. I don't want to receive a bunch of annoying phone calls later."

"Let's wait until the black box is salvaged. Maybe we can find some clues from it."

"What exactly is in the alloy box that No. 8 is required to protect in this mission?" Will asked curiously.

"It's just a scientific research result," the man in the windbreaker sighed. "In recent years, two-thirds of Chinese scientists have had their research funding stopped. Now they have returned to China or fled to other countries."

"They took away a lot of the achievements that should have belonged to us."

“This scientific research result is very important.”

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Inside the New York Mansion.

"Everyone, I came to New York purely for tourism. I have no intention of returning to the Hongmen, so thank you all for your kindness."

"There are no Hongmen and Heye in the Jianghu anymore, and there won't be any in the future."

After Zhang Benhe finished speaking with the microphone, he ignored the resentful and seductive gaze and angry expression of the beautiful woman next to him.

He walked out of the noisy crowd and waved to Nagano Rei under everyone's gaze.

Nagano Rei quickly followed him out.

"Why is that guy kneeling down?" Zhang Benhe asked as he walked.

He also ignored the two junior brothers in the distance.

"Haha, that greasy-haired guy was so scared by my master that his legs went weak." Nagano Rei's face was full of smiles.

"Brother, wait for us." Zhang Benren quickly caught up with him. "I'm afraid that woman won't let you go so easily. She must have some other tricks up her sleeve."

"If you ask me, that woman just deserves to be fucked. Brother, why don't you just fuck her first and then leave." The young man also followed with a smile.

He just kept a distance from Nagano Rei cautiously.

An unparalleled fist intent locked onto him firmly.

Then a huge force came.

The young man hadn't reacted yet, he just felt a fishy taste in his mouth and gulped down something.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Serves you right!" Nagano Rei shouted gloatingly, and quickly caught up with Zhang Benhe who was walking away.

"If you have the guts, go beat that vicious woman. Why are you always using us junior brothers as a training ground?" The young man's teeth were stained red with blood.

Looking at Zhang Benhe's receding back, he said unhappily.

"Come on, you know my brother's temper. Besides, with what we did, he could have killed us several times." Zhang Benren patted his shoulder: "But speaking of this."

Zhang Benren looked at his senior brother's back as he walked away and sighed.

Hands behind back: "Brother's realm seems to have improved again"

"We'll never catch up to him anyway, so what difference does it make whether we improve or not?" The young man wiped his mouth. "What's the difference between being one point behind and ten points behind?"

"We rushed all the way to New York, worried that he would suffer a loss."

"Come on, stop whining and follow me." Zhang Benren took a step forward. "My former rivals are all here for this King of Fighters tournament. It's so exciting!!"

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After Chiba Iori left.

Came to a cafe opposite the hotel.

Fang Zuo had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Chiba Iori said, "You are right. The Los Angeles heads of the three largest spy agencies in North America are all waiting for me."

"They surrounded me and questioned me. I went around Los Angeles for a while before getting here. I don't know if there are any agents following me now."

"No one is following you." Fang Zuo said after expanding his spiritual sense slightly: "Why, do they believe you?"

"Believe? The word 'believe' doesn't exist in the dictionary of these guys. I'm afraid they are still discussing how to find out the truth." Chiba Iori looked Fang Zuo up and down.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the muscles along Fang's left arm until he touched his chest. Only then did he smile with satisfaction:

"I don't know what makes you a man like that. You destroyed the largest air force base in North America by yourself."

"Are you still human? Isn't my poor peach being ravaged by a non-human all day long?"

"No wonder those butts are getting more and more explosive!!"

Fang Zuo was no longer surprised by what this woman said, so he let her rub him all over. "How's it going? Can you walk now?"

"Let's go." Chiba Iori pinched it accurately, then stood up: "We have found out the location of the Gambino family's base. It's in South Los Angeles."

Fang Zuo followed her out of the coffee shop.

There was an old red convertible parked on the street.

I don’t know where Chiba Iori got it from.

Fang Zuo sat in the passenger seat.

Chiba Iori stepped on the accelerator and the two of them sped away.

After leaving the bustling Los Angeles financial district.

The further south you go in Los Angeles, the more depressing the city's streetscape becomes.

Abandoned buildings, damaged roads and uncleaned graffiti can be seen in some blocks.

The main roads are mainly lined with small shops and auto repair shops, with almost no high-end commercial facilities.

Temporary shelter tents can be seen everywhere on the street corners, and all kinds of garbage are piled up.

It gives off a bad smell.

Especially in the green parks we passed by, they were almost all filled with various tents of homeless people.

Colorful.

"Surprised, isn't it? It's far inferior to China. You know, this is the first empire on this planet." Chiba Iori said sarcastically:

"Yet in their second-largest city, there are still nearly 1.3 homeless people in South Los Angeles alone."

“That doesn’t even include statistics from other neighborhoods.”

Fang Zuo looked at the long queue of people standing next to the traffic light, receiving relief food.

Almost all of them are homeless people with disheveled hair and dirty faces.

There are men and women.

"The food seems pretty good," Fang Zuo said with a frown.

Look at the relief food, it's all steak and pizza, and the drinks are milk and various sports drinks.

This would cost a lot of money in the country.

Across the street from one traffic light, there were several relief organizations distributing clothes and blankets.

"Isn't it hard to understand?" Chiba Iori sneered and said, "They have medical cards and don't have to pay for medical treatment."

"Do you think it's okay for them to be homeless like this?"

“That’s the paradox of this country.”

Chiba Iori glanced at Fang Zuo: "What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?"

"No. Their hidden arrows are extremely low-key and almost invisible." Fang Zuo's eyes flashed with golden light, and he said to himself in some confusion: "What's going on?" "Hidden arrows? What are those?" Chiba Iori was stunned and almost hit the car next to him.

The owner of the car next to him chased after him angrily.

After they got close to each other, a burly man broke down the window and started to curse at Chiba Iori.

“Fuck”

I saw.

Chiba Iori held the steering wheel with his right hand, staring straight ahead, and skillfully pulled out a pistol with his left hand, pointing it coldly at the big man in the next car who was about to curse.

next second.

The guy looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and instantly swallowed his curse words with horror on his face. He skillfully raised his hands off the steering wheel to indicate surrender.

Then he braked and moved back.

"Look at the free America, happy every day." Chiba Iori smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "It's not bad actually."

Fang Zuo:.
Yoho~~~
Chiba Iori shouted happily.

Put the pistol away.

Just step on the accelerator and go all the way.

The vehicle roared and rushed for a distance.

Her long black hair fluttered in the wind.

It gently brushed against her face, making her look incredibly charming.

"What is the hidden arrow you just mentioned?" Chiba Iori asked while continuing to drive.

"Everyone has seven souls, each with its own function. The Fu Shi main soul is one of the most important of the seven souls, leading the other six souls." Fang Zuo said calmly:
"Confidence, will, hope, these are all under the control of Fushi."

"Isn't this the Buddhist manas? It involves self-awareness and deep psychological activities." Chiba Iori said in surprise.

"Have you ever been a Buddhist?" Now it was Fang Zuo's turn to be surprised.

"No, I learned some Buddhist philosophy in college." Chiba Iori said, "I thought these were just summarized philosophical principles."

Chiba Iori looked at the wanderers and asked, "What will happen to them without Fushigi?"

"Numb and confused, there is no hope anymore." Fang Zuo kept looking at the homeless people on the street one after another.

This is true for every one of them.

Without the main soul Fu Shi, the other six souls also became dim.

"Of course they're hopeless," Chiba Iori continued. "Many of them either became homeless after smoking marijuana, or went bankrupt and couldn't pay property taxes and other levies, and ended up having their houses taken away by the bank."

"In a credit-based society like the United States, once their credit is ruined, they simply can't find a job, how can they turn their lives around, and where is their hope?"

“Just waiting to die.”

Fang Zuo frowned and said nothing.

She was talking about social system issues.

What he was talking about were the three souls and seven spirits.

Two completely unrelated things.

But I always feel that something is wrong.

But I can't tell.

At the InterContinental Los Angeles Center Hotel in the financial district.

Li Zhenxin moaned with satisfaction.

Woke up from a coma with bruises all over his body.

Despite the immense aches and pains in her body, her long-standing exercise habit still allowed her to get up early.

then.

A big hand reached up and grabbed her elastic buttocks.

She looked over in horror and found it was Fang Zuo, then she said shyly, "Don't do it here, someone will see us."

But the man didn't care what she said.

Then there was a crackling sound.

The tight yoga pants that tightly wrapped around the two peach buttocks were torn open.

Her ankle was grabbed by another hand.

He was lifted up in this humiliating posture.

Thinking of what happened later, she felt hot all over again.

Li Zhenxin stretched out her hand with difficulty and picked up the phone: "Hello, send some medicine to the room."

"Don't worry about it, just buy all the medicine you can."

After Li Zhenxin finished yelling with a cold face, she hung up the phone angrily.

I just hung up the phone.

The phone in the room rang again.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

"Miss, someone from the CIA wants to see you and wants to know some information."

The person in charge of the hotel said in the microphone.

Li Zhenxin's expression changed.

Sure enough, it came.

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"Master, the water bathing ceremony is over."

Two maids wearing various bracelets and mysterious tattoos walked in and said.

Michaela Cohen nodded and stood up from the bath.

Even though she has the most noble Jewish blood.

But from her face to her figure, she looks more like an Asian.

He doesn't have particularly deep features, but he has shed the roughness of Europe.

Seven points more refined.

He is not tall, but he also does not have the coarse hair like the Europeans.

Drops of water slid down her white body.

The skin is delicate, smooth, thin and translucent.

Small nose.

Long eyelashes.

Her face without makeup looks like an underage girl.

The naturally pink lips were slightly parted.

A small curve on the chest.

It made her look extremely young.

It looks like a bud about to bloom, completely different from the beautiful and elegant appearance at the banquet.

Soon, a tattooed maid wearing various jewelry came over with a bath towel to wipe the water droplets off her master's body.

He walked out, helping Michaela Cohen.

Then he picked up the thick velvet bathrobe and put it on her.

Michaela Cohen sat in front of the dressing mirror wrapped in a bathrobe.

He closed his eyes and let the two maids do everything.

One of them put on her own makeup, while the other combed her long brown-blonde hair.

"Miss, you look so different with and without makeup," the maid exclaimed. "Without makeup, you're like a budding flower, and with makeup on, you're like a blooming rose."

"Oh? Have you praised Fatia like this before?" Michaela Cohen said lightly.

"Ah!!" The maid knelt on the ground in fear, trembling all over: "No, Miss."

"Don't be so scared." Michaela Cohen smiled slightly. "As a member of the God's Servant Clan, your mission is to serve the Daughter of the First God. Even if you said such words, it's no big deal."

Michaela Cohen picked up a beige lace bra and buttoned it herself.

The closed eyes slowly opened.

The beautiful eyes, like a green lake, glanced at the maid who was still kneeling.

"Get up, don't kneel anymore." Michaela Cohen raised her long hair and stood up.

Bend down and put on the beige cotton underwear.

Her lips, still pink, spoke: "There's still a lot to do in North America this time. Don't waste time here."

"Fatia should be in Tokyo after finishing her work in North America. Let's go to Tokyo to find her."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned as he read the news about Shiba Shigeru.

It is rare for this interim prime minister to be scolded by the public and become a hot topic.

She first came to the Supreme Court by car.

"Mr. Shiraishi, this is what you need." Masami Miura came up early and handed over a briefcase.

"Thank you very much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded.

Masami Miura looked at the woman who was as exquisite and beautiful as ever, and suddenly wondered, what was her relationship with her master?
The master asked him to find Yingkong Kurumi.

I met Morisawa Kana again at Sakura Kurumi's place.

And now, there is another Councillor Shiraishi.

The more Masami Miura thought about it, the more excited he became.

It seemed as if he had entered a big network full of Japanese forces.

Fortunately.

I am also a predator.

She returned to her office, turned on the phone and dialed Hojo Sakuna's number.

After a busy tone.

"Hello." Hojo Sakura's cold voice came from the microphone.

"Hey, Sakura. I sent you what you need." Miura Masami said, "Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought it through clearly." Hojo Sakura said lightly.

"I'm glad that you think so and do this! That's right." Masami Miura whispered.

"." Hojo Sakura was silent for a moment, then continued, "Once I started fabricating false evidence, there was no going back."

"In that case, why not move on?"

And Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was sitting in the back seat of the Lexus, slowly took out documents from his briefcase.

This document bears the signatures and seals of three supreme judges.

The beautiful woman who allowed him to face the Public Security Bureau.
This is the clarion call for me to become Prime Minister.
(End of this chapter)