Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 359: The Beauties' Plan, Fang Zuo's New Identity

Shiraishi Nagimitsu came to the office building of the Hatoyama family.

The security at the door was replaced by a new group of people.

After introducing himself, the security guard communicated using the walkie-talkie.

Then he said apologetically: "Member Shiraishi, I'm sorry, the lady is not upstairs. Miss Se Ai asked Councillor Shiraishi to go to the Public Security Bureau to find her."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu had no choice but to take a car again and go to the Japanese Public Safety Bureau.

It's obvious that the staff here all know Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

After coming here to report.

Fortunately, this woman didn't intend to avoid me.

Soon, a staff member in a suit with a work badge came over and said with a smile, "Member Shiraishi, please let me in. Minister Hatoyama is waiting for you."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu followed the male staff member and looked around the place.

This department, which is so mysterious in Japan, has a very ordinary structure from the outside to the inside.

It is no different from an ordinary government office, with nothing special about it.

After passing through several corridors.

Came to the door of a room inside.

"Minister Hatoyama is interrogating the prisoner inside. You can go in directly." The male staff member bowed and said.

After expressing his gratitude, Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the door and walked in.

There was only an ordinary room with a table and stools.

The light is a little dim.

A female staff member was sitting at the table recording everything.

Yume Hatoyama sat on the other side of the table with a calm expression.

A white female was crawling on the ground.

There were faint traces of blood on his white shirt and black jeans.

Gasping for breath half dead.

Yume Hatoyama wore a red sweater and a black skirt.

Still has a neat short hair.

But compared to the day I saw it at the Hatoyama Group, it was obviously cut shorter.

Her two beautiful legs were wrapped in a layer of semi-transparent black silk stockings.

It fits closely to the skin, extending from the toes to the thighs, outlining the seductive curves of the legs.

The thin silk quilt is stretched out by the beautiful legs, becoming light and transparent, and the white skin inside can be vaguely seen.

The black stockings extended along the beautiful legs into the black miniskirt.

The plump thighs are clamped together, just blocking the most private angle.

Only a glimpse of the white and tender buttocks wrapped in black stockings was exposed.

She raised one foot and hooked the black high heel tightly with the toes.

The stiletto heels are shaking.

The shoes are like floating boats.

The soles of the feet wearing black stockings are white and red.

The arch of the foot, with a faint luster, forms a seductive curve.

"Mr. Shiraishi, it's nice to see you again." Hatoyama Yumemi stood up and said, "Sorry, this isn't the place to entertain guests." With a slight frown, her beautiful eyes fixed on Shiraishi Nagimitsu, "What brings you here to see me today?"

While talking.

The foot that was wearing high heels was put back on and stepped on one of the woman's hands.

The muscles of the beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings are stretched, bringing out smooth and graceful leg lines.

"what"

At the same time, a scream was heard.

The white woman fainted from the pain.

"I disturbed Minister Hatoyama's work, so I should be the one to apologize." Shiraishi Nagiko looked at Hatoyama Yumemi without paying any attention.

Each department has its own way of doing things.

It’s best not to even look at things that you shouldn’t be involved in.

"I'm here for that matter." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"That's absolutely impossible. I've already explained why." Hatoyama Yumemi shook his head. "Congressman Shiraishi always gives the same answer no matter how many times he comes."

"This time is different." Shiraishi Nagimitsu stepped forward and handed over the briefcase in his hand: "I brought the Supreme Court's lifting of the ban."

"Oh?" Yumemi Hatoyama stretched out his hand with a little surprise, took the briefcase, took out the document and looked at it carefully.

After reading it, he pondered for a moment, then handed the document to the female recorder behind him and said, "Scan it and enter it into the file."

Yumemi Hatoyama gently moved her high heels away, leaving a bloody hole on the white woman's palm.

The pain was so severe that the white woman trembled even though she was unconscious.

Yumemi Hatoyama approaches Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

The two beauties looked at each other.

Since there is no tit-for-tat, there are no other emotions.

They just touch each other by relying on their own aura.

Neither spoke.

There was no sign of anxiety on Shiraishi Nagimitsu's delicate face, and she waited calmly for the other party to speak.

"Honestly, I'm surprised the Miura family would help Councillor Shiraishi." Hatoyama Yumemi said with a smile, "That woman, Miura Masami, can't be won over by money and righteousness."

"As a member of a Japanese political family, I don't like someone turning the tables."

"But since I'm in this game, I'm going to follow the rules."

Hatoyama Yumemi clapped his hands.

The male staff member standing outside the door immediately opened the door and walked in.

Bow deeply.

"minister."

"Take Congresswoman Shiraishi to the database to get the information she wants." said Yume Hatoyama.

"Yes! Councillor Shiraishi, please follow me."

"Thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I still say the same thing. If you have nothing to do in the future, Councillor Shiraishi can come and sit with me more often. My coffee is pretty good." Hatoyama Yumemi nodded slightly, extended his hand, and said meaningfully:

"The Hatoyama family welcomes you"

"Of course." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded and stretched out her little hand to shake hands.

"Congressman Shiraishi, wait a minute."

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu was just about to go out.

Hatoyama Yumemi called her.

"Is there anything else, Minister Hatoyama?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stopped and turned around.

"Congressman Shiraishi, I need to remind you of something. As is standard procedure for the Public Security Bureau, I will report this matter to Prime Minister Shigeki," Hatoyama Yumemi said. "And one more thing."

Yumemi Hatoyama added: "Our interim prime minister returned from the United States not long ago."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu understood what Hatoyama Yumeng meant.

It’s a friendly reminder to prepare yourself.

"I understand what Minister Hatoyama means, thank you very much." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and left.

"What a surprise!" Hatoyama Yumemi sighed as he watched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's receding back.

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Chiba Iori drove Fang Zuo to the door of a large auto repair shop in southern Los Angeles.

Soon two black men wearing jackets and baseball caps came forward.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We need to repair the car." said Chiba Iori.

"I understand. Follow me, both of you." One of the tall black men made a gesture.

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori followed him into the garage.

Then he went to an office on the second floor.

An overweight white man sat at the table.

"My two guests, how do you need help from the Gambino family? My name is Rafe Gobert, and everyone calls me [Good Man] Rafe." The fat white man said kindly.

"I need to get a legal identity in the black market." Chiba Iori said.

"No problem, beautiful Asian lady." Rafe Gobel moved his fat body and stood up with difficulty. "Your eyes are as beautiful as stars."

"You two both know the price, right? $10. This price includes some post-processing work. The Gambino family hasn't raised the price; everything remains at the original price."

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and took a step forward to prepare for action.

Chiba Iori quickly took two steps forward and threw a card in front of Rafe Gobert.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." Raf Gobert inserted the card into the POS machine with a smile.

A 'ding' sound.

A receipt was printed out.

"What a pleasant customer!" Rafe Gobert picked up the card with difficulty and handed it back to Chiba Iori. He was already out of breath after these few movements.

"Since this lady even has a North American bank card, then this gentleman must be looking to apply for one." He glanced at Fang Zuo and said, "Sir, please go to the next room to take your picture and wait."

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori looked at each other and walked out the door.

In the next room.

A white guy in a jersey was playing a PlayStation game. When he saw the two people come in, he quickly put his controller aside and asked, "Who wants ID?"

Fang Zuo pointed at himself.

"Please sit down." The white man pointed to a stool against the white wall.

Then he took out a camera from the table and walked in front of Fang Zuo.

"Sir, please raise your head a little. Okay, don't move. That's it."

Click click click.

After taking a bunch of photos, he said, "You two guests just need to go next door to get your ID."

Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori came next door.

An obese black woman was working at the desk.

He looked up at Fang Zuo and the other two who came in.

He took the color-printed photo from the printer beside him and placed it on the table.

He took out the steel seal and stamped it neatly.

Then put it in the sealing machine.

Soon a certificate was produced.

"Please take your IDs, both of you." The black woman pushed her IDs to the side of the table.

at the same time.

There was also an A4 paper under the document.

She said in a deep voice, "Here are the detailed instructions. Please be sure to take a look. Welcome to visit us next time."

Fang Zuo held the ID in his hand.

It's a California driver's license.

It has all the anti-counterfeiting features and steel stamps.

And there were a few lines of instructions written on that A4 paper.

It explains in detail what can be used and what cannot be used, what to do if something goes wrong, and even indicates the approximate amount to be settled after something goes wrong.

Fang Zuo walked to the door with Chiba Iori holding his driver's license.

The speed of handling this time was beyond their imagination.

Fang Zuo was ready to kill them one by one.

Kill until someone handles it.

And in Chiba Iori's imagination.

In order to prevent Fang Zuo from killing another group of guys and attracting the attention of all forces in California.

She even used the authority of the highest security department in the United States to expedite the application for a new bank card. However, she was surprised by the speed at which the Gambino family processed the application.

"These gangsters should go to the U.S. government." Chiba Iori said sarcastically, "Their efficiency is ten thousand times higher than that of the U.S. government."

"You know, it usually takes several months to get a driver's license in the United States."

Chiba Iori lifted her long hair and saw Fang Zuo frowning and standing beside her without moving or speaking, as if he was sensing something.

"What's wrong?" Chiba Iori asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Or did you not satisfy that slut you fucked yesterday?"

Fang Zuo was stunned and turned to look at Chiba Iori.

"Don't think I don't know. I could smell the pungent smell of that Korean woman the moment I saw you." Chiba Iori waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't tell Momoko. It's normal for men to have casual affairs. Just don't bring it back to Japan."

"Be careful, don't let Taozi find out."

These women have a keen perception in this regard that is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul, which has made Fang Zuo somewhat accustomed to it.

He looked away and didn't answer.

He still frowned and looked at the driver's license in his hand over and over again.

"What's going on?" Chiba Iori found something wrong.

"It's useless." Fang Zuo shook his head.

This fake driver's license is so forged that it looks like the real thing.

The instruction sheet also stated that one could take a plane and handle most business.

But the most critical role did not appear.

He was unable to gain the recognition of Heaven and recover to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Can it be used?" Chiba Iori was stunned: "Don't worry, unless a high-level department like the CIA is investigating you, ordinary police officers can do it."

"These mafia families have already bribed most state government departments and have already taken control of common databases."

"It's useless to me. My body hasn't recovered yet." Fang Zuo shook his head. "It seems I must obtain official identification from the US government."

"This is a bit troublesome." Chiba Iori said in embarrassment.

"Is there no way?" Fang Zuo frowned.

I was used to having those women around me in Tokyo, but when I came to the United States, I found that there was no one in the government, which was really troublesome.

"Yes, there is a way." Chiba Iori said, "Wouldn't it be easy for Free America to handle this?"

"If it were before, I could just give you a persecuted identity, but after President Trump came to power, he tightened this path."

“Even several departments were fired.”

"Another way is to take you to the black market, where there are plenty of forces and methods."

"It's just that" Chiba Iori pouted shyly: "I may not have enough money"

"Is my card valid?" Fang Zuo took out the black card given to him by the Mitsui Group.

"How much is in this?" Chiba Iori looked at the Japanese bank card and didn't recognize it.

"I don't know." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Probably hundreds of millions of dollars."

"How much?" Chiba Iori's beautiful eyes widened when she heard this.

Her little hands were tossing and catching the cards one by one.

Hearing this, his whole body trembled, and he quickly caught the card thrown in the air with both hands.

Hold it tightly for fear of dropping it on the ground.

"You must be talking about the Japanese yen, right?" Chiba Iori asked again in disbelief.

"US dollars." Fang Zuo said again with certainty: "Is it enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough." Chiba Iori slapped Fang Zuo on the butt: "I didn't realize you were a rich man. Taozi has really good taste."

"Once it's done, the money inside will be given to you." Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"Ah!! I finally understand why Taozi loves you." Chiba Iori hugged Fang Zuo's head and kissed him hard.

"Are you short of money?" Fang Zuo looked at Chiba Iori's happy expression.

I don't usually see that he is a money slave.

"Who doesn't need money?" Chiba Iori carefully put the card into his work clothes.

"Let's go to the Rift Corridor." Chiba Iori jumped onto the driver's seat of the car.

"What place is that?" Fang Zuo opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

"It's the black market of various forces in North America and even around the world." Chiba Iori said, "There's nothing you can't buy. As long as you can afford the price, you'll find out when you go there."

As she said that, she stepped hard on the accelerator.

The old convertible roared toward West Los Angeles.

We drove quickly for about 20 minutes from the outer interstate highway.

Chiba Iori brought Fang Zuo to a huge abandoned construction site and stopped.

"We're here, get out." Chiba Iori parked the car under a hidden unfinished bridge pier.

Fang Zuoze walked to a large construction project sign and stood in front of it.

There are dozens of lines of English written on it.

【Los Angeles Union Station Project】

【Four-in-one project of subway, airport, train and port】

Then the project description is written in detail below.

Inside the rusted construction fence that stretches for several kilometers.

Thousands of large containers are placed there.

Covered with all kinds of graffiti.

The exposed reinforced concrete structure crisscrosses the landscape.

Due to heavy rain during the construction suspension, some beams and columns were eroded, and the steel bars rusted to a reddish-brown color, with sea salt crystals attached to the surface.

The unfinished tunnel portal was half-cast, the concrete formwork had not been removed, and the exposed steel bars were bent into a jagged shape.

A warning sign is hung above the tunnel entrance: "The structure is dangerous and may collapse at any time! - Sealed by the Municipal Bureau."

The ground was littered with rusty rebar and abandoned mixer trucks, with hardened concrete blocks still remaining in the truck beds.

"This is the world's largest black market," Chiba Iori said as he parked his car and walked over. "This is a project abandoned decades ago. It's centered around the underground project at Los Angeles Union Station and extends east and west to the abandoned missile silos in the San Fernando Valley and the San Pedro Harbor underwater tunnel."

"Due to government budget cuts, the project was left unfinished and has become a semi-permanent concrete ruin. Now, a large part of the vast underground space is used as a black market."

"All the supernatural forces, big and small, from around the world have their bases there."

"This place is also called the Rift Corridor."

Chiba Iori walked up to a seemingly abandoned concrete mixer.

He tapped the blender rhythmically.

The blender suddenly made a loud roar.

"Let's go." Chiba Iori took the lead and walked into the abandoned tunnel.

The huge and dim tunnel echoed with the footsteps of the two people.

It was so quiet that even the sound of dripping water could be heard.

Walked a while.

Arrived in front of dozens of deep well elevators.

Chiba Iori took Fang Zuo's arm and stood on one of the deep well elevators.

Then I pressed the red button rhythmically.
After pressing it several times in succession.

A huge roar sounded.

The machine began to run slowly.

The deep well elevator slowly descended with the two people.

About 30 meters later.

The elevator arrived in front of another tunnel.

The entire tunnel entrance is blocked by huge rocks.

On the protruding rock next to the tunnel, someone used golden lines to form several lines of text that could only be found on ancient parchment scrolls.

God built heaven, and we build its corridors.

And behind this line of words.

Various distorted fonts and spray paint of various colors are added.

【The sewer of heaven! 】

【Shit! 】

I love kicking God in the balls! (God doesn't have balls, thank you!)

【A bunch of idiots! 】

[Satan is eternal! (Satan is a son of a bitch)!]

【Fuck God’s mother’s X-eyes! 】

Oh, God, come out of this boy. (Oh, I'm almost out.)

【God's greatest invention is nuns! 】

"Originally, this place was controlled by Protestants and Jews," Chiba Iori explained, shrugging his shoulders. "Apparently, no one likes them."

Then she pulled on the rope beside the tunnel.

The huge rock blocking the tunnel slowly rolled away.

A huge and magical underground space appeared in front of Fang Zuo.

There are crowds of people and various buildings with strange shapes.

Dozens, even hundreds, of emblems of various shapes were lined up on the stone wall.

Various flags are hung on the top of the tunnel.

And on the ground at this time.

Southwest of Los Angeles.

These are the two major resort areas of Santa Monica and Malibu.

Michaela Cohen stood on a high place and looked at the wealthy area of ​​Los Angeles from afar.

The houses of almost all North American film and television stars, sports stars and business tycoons are gathered here.

Even other wealthy and powerful people from all over the world have come here to buy property.

Even if these wealthy people do not live here permanently, they will own a luxury house here.

Behind her stood Demi Blackred and the two maids covered in spell tattoos.

"It's such a rich place that even God is jealous." Michaela Cohen looked extremely holy in a white dress.

"It's also the base of a group of extremely greedy guys who deserve to go to hell." Demi Blackley whispered behind him.

"Is the ceremony over?" Michaela Cohen lifted her long hair that was blown by the sea breeze.

"It's done." Demi Blackrock nodded.

"Then let the ceremony begin." Michaela Cohen's emerald eyes sparkled.

“May the light of Yahweh dwell forever in Zion, guiding the path of righteousness with the wisdom of the Torah, and may the promise of the Messiah take root in the hearts of those who keep the covenant, until all nations, in the peace of Jerusalem, say together: Amen!”

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was far away in Tokyo, finally got the information he wanted.

She opened the document with satisfaction.

It contains a detailed record of the marching diary of the peacekeeping Self-Defense Force.

There are various plans and daily routines.

I took a quick look and found no other records.

But that's enough.

As long as it can be proved that this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force was present in Iraq during the war, it would be enough to trace the responsibility of the person who gave the order at that time.

Aso family.

But just when she was about to leave.

The staff member reached out to stop her: "Member Shiraishi, Prime Minister Shigeki wants to see you."

"See me?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.

"Yes! The Prime Minister wants us to take you to see him," said the staff.

"What if I don't agree?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said lightly.

"Uh, Councillor Shiraishi, please don't make things difficult for us," the staff member said in embarrassment.

"Let's go." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly: "I was just thinking of meeting his old friend."

(End of this chapter)