Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 360: Fang Zuo's old acquaintance, two beauties with poisonous hearts

As Michaela Cohen's voice fell.

The gleam in her eyes seemed to send some kind of signal.

In the small Jewish world in the void.

A rotating black energy core emits light.

at the same time.

The metal rings on Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock's wrists vibrated.

A holographic image appeared before their beautiful eyes.

The Wall of Sighs, a Jewish holy relic far away in Israel in the Middle East, now has obscure and sacred runes emerging from it.

The same runes appeared in the black energy core of the Jewish world, corresponding to it.

A female voice sounded in the minds of Michaela Cohen and the others:

【Planetary weather data collection completed.】

[Searching for high-pressure air masses within the coordinate range.]

【The search is over and the target is found.】

[The high-pressure air mass is located at 40°N, 115°W, at an altitude of 3000 meters on the east side of the North American Rocky Mountains]

【Energy charging】

【Faith Particles Transforming】

【Transformation completed.】

【High-frequency particle pulse is ready.】

【Hit rate 94.331%】

【98.91% success rate】

【High-frequency particle pulse emission.】

The two people's gazes instantly turned to the void.

I saw a black energy core emerging from the small world of Judaism.

then.

A powerful arc of particles shot out.

It accurately crossed the void and hit a mass of cold air high in the sky on the east side of the Rocky Mountains in North America.

The cold air was instantly compressed into a high-pressure air mass with a diameter of 200 kilometers.

[Successfully hit the target.]

Waiting for weather data.

then.

The runes on Israel's Wall of Sighs continued to flicker.
【Data reception completed.】

A high-pressure air mass is moving from the Rocky Mountains toward the Pacific Coast.

[The pressure gradient has exceeded the critical value, 1024 hPa... Wind speed vector calibration completed.]

In the pupils of Michaela Cohen and Demi Black.

From God's perspective.

The sky above North America on Earth.

A stream of air overflowed from the edge of the high-pressure dome and drilled into the pass of the San Gabriel Mountains in North America like a gray-white giant python.

The air temperature rises rapidly as it falls, with the temperature rising by 1000°C for every 10 meters it descends.

The collected data kept coming to their ears: "The temperature on the leeward slope is 48℃ and the humidity is 3%
A dry, hot, white air python rushed into the canyon of the Mojave Desert.

The cliffs on both sides act like a car's turbocharger, squeezing the originally 5-kilometer-wide wind channel into a gust of wind less than 800 meters.

The wind speed suddenly soared.

[Wind speed exceeded 97 km/h, 99 km/h and 100 km/h]

The desert dust was rolled into a giant reddish-brown dragon, its scales made of swirling cactus debris.

After emerging from the canyon exit with its claws and fangs bared, it swung its tail violently and rushed towards the Pacific coast of Los Angeles.

Michaela Cohen looked at the large number of rich people's villas on the seaside.

It stretches along the coastline all the way to the middle of the mountain.

Here the sea view and mountain view merge into one.

On the other side of the beach, a large number of the planet's rich people were playing beach volleyball and surfing the waves.

Hugging the beauties and playing in the sea.
Or lying on the beach tanning
For them, the most worrying thing is not knowing how to spend all their wealth.

But on the other side of the city, piles of homeless people are still receiving food
"If, in the pursuit of wealth, greed blinds us, arrogance alienates us from our friends and family, and selfish desires trample upon the law," Michaela Cohen gestured in prayer, "that is original sin."

“We deserve the Lord’s judgment.”

She turned around and smiled slightly: "Have all our Jewish consortium's insurance businesses here been delisted?"

Demi Black was sitting on a rock, looking at the wealthy area on the other side of the beach.

She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore a baseball cap, and a small black vest.

Honey-colored skin was exposed.

Two big, round buttocks wrapped in white fishnet pants were piled on the rocks.

Compared with her narrow waist and petite stature.

This big peach-shaped butt takes up almost half of the body.

"Don't worry, I started planning this three years ago." Demi Blackrock stretched out her hand and gestured at the scene in front of her.

It seems as if it wants to firmly grasp this rich beach in its own hands.

She turned around and said:
"Three years ago, I reported to the California government my withdrawal from the insurance market, citing financial losses and high negative rates, and received approval."

"Only a few insurance companies in which we hold a small stake are still renewing policies here, but the premiums are very low, and the companies are very small. Even if they go bankrupt due to losses this time, we won't lose much."

"Compared to what I earned this time, it's insignificant."

"Very good." Michaela Cohen nodded, closed her beautiful eyes, and raised her hands flatly:
Holy flame, blazing flame of justice!

[You are the eternal light that appears among the thorns, illuminating the darkness of people's hearts with your unquenchable brilliance! ]

May this fire serve as a warning to the stubborn and burn away lies and injustice!

【Because your anger comes from deep love, your destruction is to rebuild life! 】

Amen!

In the Jewish world.

Another beam of high-energy particles shot out.

Fly over Los Angeles.

It dispersed into several beams of light and fell into the mountains and forests.

Suddenly.

Several large fires broke out.

"What a wonderful sight!" Demi Blackrock took off her baseball cap and adjusted her hair. "Praise the Almighty!"

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Fang Zuo stood at the entrance of the tunnel, looking at the bustling scene inside with people bustling around.

He could imagine that this black market was huge.

Because there is a black market for this kind of exchange in the country.

There are even a few huge ones.

For example, the Fengdu Ghost Market in Sichuan.

But with the lack of spiritual energy, it has gradually shrunk.

It's not nearly as huge as this.

It runs vertically through 7 underground floors, with a total depth of about meters.

Extending horizontally from the Port of Los Angeles to the San Gabriel Valley, the total length of underground tunnels exceeds 50 kilometers, equivalent to 1/3 of the surface road network.

And the part that has been utilized now is already huge enough.

Natural caves are intertwined with artificial concrete domes, stalactites drip rusty red water droplets, and glowing moss is embedded in the cracks.

The top is also inlaid with colorful glass fragments from various churches.

It sparkles under the illumination of bright LED light strips.

There is a huge ventilation system all around.

A fan with blades as big as a basketball court was turning slowly, expelling the turbid air inside.

within the space.

Buildings made of various containers and boulders are arranged in an orderly manner.

Either leaning against a rock or sitting next to the street.

Thousands of people were milling about among the buildings and vendors.

The people in it are all weird and many of them have appeared in various movies and TV shows.

"Let me see which of our most distinguished guests has arrived." A white man wearing a top hat and a black suit approached, waving a cane. "Isn't this Miss Chiba from last time?"

"What's the matter? What do you need today? Can anyone from our tribe help you?" The white man took off his hat and saluted, then put it back on.

His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot.

"I want to get an official North American ID that can be entered into the government system. Does your Dracula family have any way?" Chiba Iori frowned.

"Ahaha! Miss Chiba, you're joking. There's no way our clan can infiltrate this kind of place." The white man shook his head. "If you need anything else, please come to us."

As he spoke, he walked into the building next to the tunnel entrance, holding his ceremonial staff.

The emblem of the building has two fangs.

Fang Zuo noticed that all the other buildings seemed to have their own flags and emblems.

Used to indicate the power to which one belongs.

That white man was obviously a so-called vampire.

Both Furukawa Miu and Zhou Yuanyan mentioned this when they were in Tokyo.

These vampires, elves, and other miscellaneous races are largely the result of genetic mutations in human evolution.

Maybe.

They could also be the descendants left behind after experiments conducted by powerful people from the other two continents before the four continents were broken apart.

Not far from this building is a small church built with huge square stones.

"Do Judaism and Protestantism allow these 'heretics' to act so freely?" Fang Zuo put his hands behind his back and looked down at the bustling and noisy scene in the tunnel.

"Don't movies and TV dramas portray the two sides as irreconcilable? Now it seems quite harmonious."

Chiba Iori smiled and said, "Religion has long been in decline. Nowadays, those people who only eat and sleep, and sleep and eat, would rather play games than believe in religion."

"Maybe they're more interested in vampires or wizards."

"Besides, leaving these 'heretics' behind sometimes makes it easier for religion to do its job."

"Decades ago, Protestants often accused government officials of heresy, but as the government became more powerful, they no longer dared to do so."

"Let's go down."

Chiba Iori took Fang Zuo's arm and walked down. Along the way, various strange creatures came up to them from time to time and asked if they needed anything.

But when they heard that they had to get an official identity from the American government, they all gave up.

Fang Zuo even saw a few people who, like Makihui, had a trace of Asura blood in them.

Think of the small worlds in the void.

Perhaps it was the experimental site opened up by those powerful people in ancient times.

But now they have all left and no longer care about these things.

Or maybe.

These guys were originally a failure. They were supposed to be able to rival the naturally spiritual people of Jambudvīpa.

In their current state, the ancient powerful beings simply look down on them.

These strange forces left one after another after hearing the demands of Fang Zuo and the others.

Fang Zuo was a little surprised, based on the information he usually received and everything he had seen in North America in the past few days.

The efficiency of this local government is extremely lax. Logically speaking, the loopholes in the government system here are greater and easier to deal with.

But now it seems that I took it for granted.

"The US government's supervision is so strict? So many forces are unable to do anything about it?" Fang Zuo asked in surprise.

"Of course, this is the government's own business. How can we allow other chaotic forces to infiltrate it?" Chiba Iori shrugged. "In the past, immigrants used to invest real money in exchange for official status. Occasionally, some people with political asylum could stay."

"President Trump recently signed an order to no longer grant asylum to those who wish to stay. Those who wish to stay must pay $5 million to obtain official status."

"According to Elon Musk, this could generate trillions of dollars in revenue for the government."

"How could a moth get into such a big cake?"

"Then why are we here?" Fang Zuo glanced at the woman beside him.

"Don't worry, the US government won't let any termites get in, but that won't prevent the termites already inside from being bribed by outsiders."

I pulled his big hand and walked inside.

After passing the encampments of these chaotic races, we entered the western area of ​​the tunnel.

Instead, there are only humans here.

However, the three souls and seven spirits are extremely unstable, and the power of faith in their bodies is also mottled.

They look just like the cult members seen in Japan.

"These are all cults in North America." Chiba Iori's introduction confirmed Fang Zuo's idea.

"So many?" Fang Zuo looked at the emblem buildings. There were at least hundreds of them.

"This is still a small amount. The Washington government has cracked down on many things in the past few decades, but when the country was first founded, the constitution was amended under the intervention of Protestantism." Chiba Iori grabbed Fang Zuo and came to a building made up of more than ten containers.

The containers are painted with various scientific instruments, space objects, and even a yin-yang icon.

"You two, is there anything we Scientologists can help you with?" A middle-aged white man came up and said with a smile, looking at Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori with some joy.

"We need formal official identity from the American government. Is that possible?" Chiba Iori said.

"Of course, everyone knows that only Scientology can handle this, and it's the most reliable. We have members in the government." The middle-aged white man's smile widened. "My two distinguished guests, please call me Tim, Honest Tim."

"Excuse me, who is here to apply for official identification? This gentleman?"

Fang Zuo nodded.

"Please follow me." [Honest Man] Tim led Fang Zuo and the other two into the inner room and asked them to sit at the desk.

Then he poured two cups of coffee for them and sat on the other side of the table.

"Gentlemen, according to the rules, you must pay first. Of course, this isn't directed at you two, but it's always been our rule. I need to explain this to you two to avoid any misunderstandings." Tim said with a smile, "Of course, you can absolutely trust us."

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.

"This gentleman is really straightforward. You can try our coffee. It is a blend of mysterious oriental health plants and is good for your body." Tim turned around and took out a POS machine from behind.

A mysterious oriental health plant?
Fang Zuo looked down at the steaming coffee cup.

There are really things that I am familiar with.

A sneer flashed across his lips.

Chiba Iori, who was standing next to him, quietly pinched the inside of Fang's left thigh with her hand, signaling him not to drink.

then.

After Chiba Iori inserted Fang Zuo's card.

Tim operated it and a receipt came out.

Handing it over, "Please sign this, both of you. The funds are going to the auction of several artworks at the Los Angeles Museum of Art."

Fang Zuo took it and was about to sign without even looking at it.

"Wait." Chiba Iori reached out to stop Fang Zuo, picked up the receipt, looked at it, and said sarcastically, "Since when did an official American identity cost 30 million US dollars?"

"Even the US government has several times less than you. Are you taking advantage of us?"

"President Trump's new decree has not been implemented yet. Can you two wait that long?" Tim showed a meaningful smile, and then another receipt was printed out.

His voice began to emit bewitching syllables: "You two, are you tired from signing? After signing, you can have a good sleep."

Chiba Iori suddenly felt his body soften, and he was a little powerless, and his vision was a little blurry: "How could it be? We didn't drink coffee."

"This coffee isn't for drinking, it's for smelling," Fang Zuo said calmly. "Combined with the potted plants next to it, the combination can cause hallucinations and restrict all abilities."

"Ah? This gentleman is very knowledgeable about this. No wonder you seem to have no reaction at all." Tim smiled and clapped his hands. "However, you may suffer for this. Honest Tim can't bear to see his customers suffer like this. It's better to sign obediently."

Immediately, several sturdy white men came out from the inner room.

They surrounded Fang Zuo viciously.

"Sign for this gentleman." Tim looked at the two receipts with a burning gaze. "Sixty million dollars, there's no limit. This is a big client."

"Hurry up." Chiba Iori tried to stand up, but his body softened and he fell back on the table.

Her expression was clear, but her body was out of control.

"Don't struggle. The effect of this medicine will wear off soon." Fang Zuo said.

"Oh, this gentleman is really not afraid of this thing at all." Tim stretched out his legs and kicked his stool back.

With a 'bang', the stool flew far away.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo sat still.

"Sir, please rest assured. We will definitely help you get your identity." Tim said with a smile, "But you have to keep all the money."

"Just consider it as future maintenance fees. If you have any problems in North America, feel free to come to us. How about it? Harmony brings wealth."

peace brings money
"Who taught you this?" Fang Zuo said expressionlessly when he heard this Chinese proverb.

"What? What?" Tim was stunned, then smirked, "Sir, please stop changing the subject. We really don't want to use force. I don't know why you don't react to this at all, but you'd better be obedient."

Fang Zuo sighed.

The divine consciousness is displayed.

"Why don't you come down? You still don't recognize me? Do you want me to tear this place down?"

A huge sound echoed in the building.

In a blink of an eye.

A huge force knocked the guys surrounding Fang Zuo away, causing them to spit blood.

Then another black air appeared and wrapped Tim like a dumpling, and fell in front of Fang Zuo.

A middle-aged Asian man in casual clothes suddenly appeared.

Looking at Fang Zuo's excited mouth trembling.

My whole body was shaking.

Then he took a deep breath.

Plop.

Kneel down in front of Fang Zuo.

He kowtowed violently and continuously.

"Master Fang, I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."

This sudden change shocked everyone in the venue.

Chiba Iori looked at the two groups in confusion.

Tim was surrounded by black air and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

The leader, whom he regarded as the true God, actually knelt so humbly in front of this young man.

Who is he?
God? Or the Savior?

Fang Zuo sighed and looked at this middle-aged man who was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

There is an indescribable emotion.

Old friends are dying.

Zhou Yuanyan, who was extremely talented, took another path.

Although I disdain it, I also admire his determination.

But I don’t know if it will succeed.

Although the golden statue of Arhat of the Mikami family has embarked on the evil path, he has still survived to this day.

He still had Buddhist principles in his heart and was unwilling to give up, so he wanted to find the Buddha to find out the truth.

Zhang Benhe only taught some introductory methods of Qi training, but he entered the Tao through martial arts. Although his future was blocked, he was able to live a wonderful second half of his life.

But this one.
"You are an evil cultivator. I released you in the first place because I hoped that you could find a way out of the spiritual energy shortage today and prevent the side door from being cut off."

"Look at what you've become now? Instead of refining your natal flag, you're doing this kind of uninspired thing." Fang Zuo kicked him, knocking him over. "Can you still be considered an evil cultivator?"

The middle-aged man in front of him was ashamed and said nothing. He got up again and kowtowed continuously.

"Get up." Fang Zuo sighed, "Talk to me carefully."

The middle-aged man still didn't dare to stand up, and kept his head down without saying a word.

"What? You want me to treat you?" Fang Zuo said impatiently.

"Yes," the middle-aged man quickly stood up.

"Tell me, how did you end up doing this all these years?" Fang Zuo looked him up and down. "Your realm is based on your natal flag, but this natal flag in your body has barely made any progress."

"That means you've barely made any progress these years."

"Yes, Immortal." The middle-aged man lowered his head with his hands and shook his head in shame. "When Immortal released me, I followed his instructions, left the country, and traveled across the ocean to seek new opportunities. I came to North America as soon as possible."

“When I first arrived here, I checked out the situation and was ecstatic.”

"Although there are too few people here, fortunately the local government is lax and doesn't really take charge, and there are also many powerful souls."

"I also encountered a few so-called evil cultivators from North America. Although they were wearing human skin, the souls inside them were extremely strange. They didn't have three souls, but their seven spirits were extremely powerful."

“I even humbly asked about their methods.”

"But I heard that in order to take someone's soul, you have to sign a contract first. After signing, you have to do things for the contractor before you can take the soul away."

"I was thinking to myself, this guy can be considered an evil cultivator. Not only is he inefficient, but he's also helping others fulfill their wishes. Isn't he a true philanthropist?"

“At that time, I felt that there was a bright future ahead of me and that opportunities were everywhere.”

"But I didn't expect that." The middle-aged man paused and continued.

Fang Zuo suddenly stood up.

"Real person?" The middle-aged man knew something was wrong when he saw Fang Zuo like this.

(End of this chapter)