Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 362: Shiraishi Nagiko and Fang Zuo's respective enemies
The two of them were watching from high up in the air.

In the distance, I could see police lights flashing and armed sirens blaring.

A large number of military vehicles arrived and stopped on the side.

Many California National Guard troops came down.

They kept using loudspeakers and asked these wealthy people to leave for their own safety.

Drive all the rich people out of the burning area of ​​dozens of square kilometers.

Many wealthy people were arguing and didn't want to leave, but the National Guard mercilessly hit them a few times with the butts of their guns.

There were several more rounds of "da da da da" warning strafing fire into the air.

These wealthy people could only leave in anger.

The National Guard, a local armed force, is directly commanded by state governments. Even the Department of Defense in Washington only has guidance but not command over the National Guard.

Once you encounter these wild guys.

There is no place to seek justice after death.

at the same time.

Figures flashed from all directions, and a lot of forces gathered.

Fang Zuo took a quick look.

They were all the supernatural forces from various parts of North America that he had seen in the underground black market of the Rift Corridor.

then.

on the road.

Dozens of modified Hummer riot control vehicles drove into the flames with the roar of their engines.

They passed through the wall of fire and lined up neatly in the open square.

The heavy car doors opened at once.

A well-organized group of Protestants came down.

Quickly take formation.

Not one step more, not one step less.

Far better trained than those National Guardsmen.

All were dressed in the simple black wool Christian robes.

But he was wearing a modern titanium neck brace.

Each alloy neck guard has a flashing indicator light on its surface.

As they walked and assembled quickly, the level III bulletproof tactical suits underneath were faintly visible.

Each man also carried a SIG MCX Rattler short assault rifle on his back.

He wore night vision tactical glasses and a red St. Andrew's Cross tattooed on his forehead.

After gathering, they formed a diamond-shaped team.

Everyone placed their right hands, wearing tactical gloves, on their chests, waiting for orders.

His left hand hung down, holding a heavy Bible.

His eyes were cold.

No emotion.

"This is the Protestant divine weapon array," Wang Jianguo whispered behind Fang Zuo. "In today's world of religious decline, this is the Protestant Church's most powerful armed force against psychics."

"A total of one hundred and twenty-four people, consisting of twenty-four Divine Law Priests, twelve Disciple Knights, and eighty-eight Combat Ascetics."

"I heard that these things appeared in the early years and fought on par with the Taoist soldiers in the East at that time."

"My followers discovered this by stealing some ancient Protestant texts," Wang Jianguo added. "But even if they hadn't split up and all joined Judaism, it would have been much later. How could there be such a record?"

Fang Zuo did not explain.

Originally, after Tang Xuanzang went west to Mount Lingshan to seek Buddhist scriptures, the history of breaking up the four continents had disappeared in the middle.

From that time on, the spiritual energy began to fade.

I guess it has something to do with these guys.

at the same time.

Several Black Hawk attack helicopters flew low in the sky.

Several psychics wearing various tactical uniforms jumped down from above.

They looked at the surrounding forces and Protestantism from afar.

"Dr. Blair told us to find the thing and bring it back to him." said one of the psychics holding a shield.

"So many forces are looking for him, and now even the Protestant divine armed array has arrived." Another psychic carrying a bow and arrow said with a frown.

"Don't worry, we represent the government. They won't dare clash with the national security department. Whoever finds it will own it." Another slender woman in a tight leather jacket said:
"In situations like this, everyone has a tacit understanding: whoever gets the item first will hide it and deny it even if beaten to death."

"As for those troublemakers, the Protestants will chase them away. Look, bishops from several nearby states are here."

"Even Fran Scott, the Saint's Messenger, is here."

These psychics looked over.

Five interstate bishops in silky white robes and tall double-pointed mitres emerged from several armored Humvees.

One of the old men walked in front, and he was the only one holding a shepherd's crooked staff.

There are some differences from the Archbishop's jeweled scepter.

"Everyone, please leave. The Protestants are searching for religious relics here." Fran Scott raised his staff high, and his sacred voice echoed around: "Anyone who does not leave is an enemy of the Protestants."

This shepherd's staff represents his highest status in this Protestant mission.

Those forces that were testing the waters far from the periphery said nothing.

Neither go in nor withdraw.

Just like a group of hyenas on the grassland, they are determined to follow the lion.

Looking for opportunities to grab food.

"These disgusting sewer rats," Fran Scott said coldly with a frown, "clear the area first!"

In the sky.

Fang Zuo suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction.

In this fire area burning over dozens of square kilometers.

A tiny spatial fluctuation appeared.

Fang Zuo sensed it immediately.

What is this?
He frowned.

Take a big step forward.

Came to a pile of fire in the ruins of a mansion.

The fire is burning fiercely.

Fang Zuo saw at a glance a twelve-sided black crystal the size of a fist inside, something like a multi-sided dice.

Not afraid of the burning flames.

It is constantly disappearing and reappearing.

The only constant is staying where you are.

Fang Zuo stretched out his hand.

Photographed it.

Empty.

This made Fang Zuo a little shocked for a moment.

It turned out that this tiny thing couldn't even absorb my own spiritual power.

He only felt that when his spiritual power passed through the twelve black crystals, he felt nothing in an instant.

Fang Zuo extended his spiritual power.

Sweep across the twelve-sided, crystal-shaped black dice.

Something even more shocking happened to him.

The first wave of divine consciousness swept away everything.

Just as he saw it, the twelve-sided crystal dice disappeared.

but.

When this twelve-sided crystal dice reappears.

Fang Zuo's mind swept over again, but still found nothing.

It's like mud falling into the sea, with no reaction at all.

But next.

The disappeared divine consciousness returned from the same place in an instant.

It almost collided with Fang Zuo's subsequent spiritual thoughts.

If Fang Zuo hadn't retracted quickly, he would have been hit by a punch with his spiritual power.

Fang Zuo became very interested in this thing.

Why does this happen?

Fang Zuo lowered his body.

Landed next to this twelve-sided crystal dice.

Bend down and pick it up.

This fist-sized thing was constantly switching between its physical and phantom forms on Fang's left hand.

He looks harmless to humans and animals.

Fang Zuo cautiously sent out a trace of divine consciousness to explore.

really.

This trace of divine thought was empty again.

Then return instantly.

This is not a simple reflex.

This seemingly solid twelve-sided crystal dice.

The space inside is actually curled up and connected.

It was as if his divine consciousness had gone through countless worlds the moment it touched it.

Back here again.

The reason why this thing appears to be abyss black.

That's because it devours everything that penetrates it.

Including light.

Fang Zuo looked at the twelve-sided crystal dice carefully.

Even though I know that inside it is an infinite looping space.

But a certain network of veins still emerged on the surface of this thing.

Occasionally, white golden light flashes at the nodes of the mesh.

once in a while.

These vein networks, which sparkle with subtle white golden light, change in various geometric ways.

It has branch-like tentacles the size of hairs extending from it, and at the end of these tentacles grow smaller identical crystals.

Repeat infinitely until it becomes invisible to the naked eye.

Fang Zuo looked at it carefully.

It was discovered that there was a very obvious crack in the vein network of this crystal.

Silver-gray mist-like particles continuously seeped out of the cracks and dripped into the infinitely circulating space inside.

Although I don't know what this thing is.

But Fang Zuo had a feeling.

This thing is not manufactured.

It's like something that exists naturally.

"Master, what is this?" Wang Jianguo asked in surprise behind him.

He actually saw a shocked expression on Fang Zuo's face.

That means the thing in the real person's hand is definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Try casting a spell on it." Fang Zuo said.

Wang Jianguo nodded and casually made a hand gesture.

A wisp of black air with a distorted human face shot out from his eyes and suddenly rushed towards one side of the crystal sieve.

Next.

In an instant, it came out from the same side again.

Wang Jianguo waved his hand and retracted the black energy.

"How does it feel?" Fang Zuo asked.

"It seems like I have traveled through countless worlds," Wang Jianguo said in shock.

"The important point is not just this." Fang Zuo shook his head: "There is no loss of spiritual energy."

"Yes, I realized it now that I heard it," Wang Jianguo nodded. "The soul power of the vengeful spirit I released returned exactly the same."

"What on earth is this? It's so magical."

Fang Zuo thought that this kind of thing might allow Furukawa Miu and Zhou Yuanyan to figure out something.

"Don't move!!" a loud shout came.

All I could hear were footsteps.

Then there were dozens of "click, click" sounds of guns being loaded.

"Who are you?" [Saint Messenger] Fran Scott has arrived here with the divine armed array.

The spatial transformation here was discovered by everyone one after another.

A group of Disciple Knights surrounded Fang Zuo, their guns raised. The laser beams from their night vision goggles were aimed at Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo.

Just at this time.

A large number of bats flew across the sky.

A dark mass landed on the other side, transforming into a group of psychics in suits.

One of them was the guy who contacted Fang Zuo and Chiba Iori in the black market.

at the same time.

Dozens of werewolves on the right surrounded the other side, their hair standing up like steel needles.

He howled like a wolf, and although he kept a distance from the Protestants, he stared at them intently.

Various other elf-like creatures and psychics wearing black cloaks also approached.

Everyone has only one goal.

All eyes were fixed on the twelve-sided crystal dice in Fang's left hand.

"You bunch of filthy maggots, I gave you a chance." [Saint Messenger] Fran Scott sneered:
"Do you know that one of the reasons for deploying the divine armed formation this time is to encircle and suppress you?"

Lifting the shepherd's crook, he chanted:

"The crown of thorns has taken root in your skulls, and venomous snake saliva drips from the throats of hypocrites! Divine magic array, Holy Light Sky!!"

The words fell.

Except for the disciple knights who were pointing their guns at Fang Zuo.

All other members of the divine magic array held up the Bibles in their hands and chanted scriptures in unison.

Rays of golden light emanated from their hands, forming a huge golden sky that enveloped all the spiritual beings.

then.

The golden strips of light looked like a huge net.

It came down fiercely.

"None of you will leave today." [Saint Messenger] Fran Scott sneered, "You maggots huddled in the shadow of the Tower of Babel! The Holy Fire will consume you."

Fran Scott paused midway through his prayer.
He found.

Everyone looked at him with the most terrified expressions he had ever seen in his life.

No distinction is made between friend and foe.

All eyes were on him.

He found that he had suddenly become much taller.

He found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a word.

pat.

A headless body fell before his eyes.

Blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain.

Why does this body feel so familiar?

Still holding his shepherd's staff.

then.

His head was turned.

A young man was standing in front of him, holding his head.

In the other hand he held a Jewish holy relic.

[Messenger of the Saints] Fran Scott never understood why this happened until his death.

His head was thrown next to his body.

He tried hard to close his head, but finally stopped because he was powerless.

The third man of Protestantism died just like that.

Who is this scary person?
This question was churning in everyone's mind.

The whole place was in complete silence.

The oppressive atmosphere was even more terrifying than the holy sky above them.
No one could see clearly how the young man moved.

All he saw was [Messenger of Saints] Fran Scott, a powerful man second only to the Protestant Archbishop and the Saint.

Someone pulled out his head and spine like a cockroach.

Then throw it on the ground like trash.

Staring eyes.

Do not look down.

No one dared to even breathe.

My mind went blank.

All I could hear was the rapid beating of my own heart.

"Go ahead and send them to meet their gods. Trash belongs in the trash can." Fang Zuo frowned as he looked at the crystal dice in his hand and said calmly, "Haven't you been very hungry these years? Eat your fill today."

"Yes, a real person." Wang Jianguo nodded and said yes, with excitement in his eyes.

He waved his hand.

A small black banner was held in his hand.

A cold wind blew up out of nowhere.

Everyone present shuddered instantly and looked in the direction where the cold wind came from.

I saw.

A huge blood-red banner unfurled in the gloomy wind.

Countless black evil spirits with distorted faces rushed out from the banner.

Some are accompanied by children's laughter.

Some of them carried the wails of women.

The first person he touched was the disciple knight who was holding a gun and aiming at Fang Zuo.

The blurry black shadows moved close to their tactical vests, and their fingers suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

The bride in a red wedding dress.

The spirit of a baby whose placenta has not yet fallen off.

They saw with their own eyes these strange things entering their bodies.

Several disciple knights with ferocious faces were the first to be unable to bear it.

In his eyes, these comrades seemed to be all hateful.

They raised their guns, turned the muzzles, and pulled the triggers hard.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

In an instant, he beat his struggling comrade into a sieve.

"What is this? It's a vengeful spirit! Prayer of Holy Light!!" The Disciple Knight next to him reacted, and the red St. Andrew's Cross on his forehead emitted a golden light: "In the name of the Holy Father! Exorcise the demon!!"

Available in the next second.

The bride in a red wedding dress clung to him tightly, reached into the Disciple Knight's mouth, and pulled out his tongue.

Then a cold wind blew by.

The saint knight fell down in a pile of bones.

The soul turned into a black light and entered Wang Jianguo's small banner.

Wang Jianguo grinned and raised the small banner in his hand.

Rising with the wind.

In an instant, a large black flag was waving.

Fang Zuo's heart moved and he looked up into the distance.

A man in a white suit was floating in the air, looking at him warily.

This guy.
His master is here too?
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And this moment.

The Prime Minister's official residence far away in Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked into Shiba Shigeru's office under the guidance of his secretary.

To her surprise, Sakura Kurumi was there too.

She was wearing a police uniform and sitting upright on the sofa.

He held his police hat in his hands and placed it on his legs.

The two looked at each other and exchanged glances without any expression.

"Councilor Shiraishi, you're here." Shiba Shigeru sighed and slumped in his office chair.

He put down the newspaper in his hand.

The headlines read in bold letters: The most shameful prime minister in history—Shigeki Shiba.

Subtitle: The first person in history to commit obscene sitting posture! ! ! ! "

There is also a subtitle below: The Great Japanese Nation has lost all its dignity!!

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's expression changed, and he almost laughed out loud when he saw Shiba Shigeki looking so unlucky.

Quickly suppress your smile.

"Honestly, I really don't want to be the Prime Minister anymore. This is already the tenth time I've been on the trending search. I've been scolded to death by those guys." Shi Pomao reached out and touched the sparse hair on his head, then waved his hand dejectedly.

"When I eat bento, they scold me for not eating properly. When I eat ramen, they scold me for having a big mouth and finishing it in one bite."

"If I don't visit, they mock me for not being respected by the country. If I do visit, they say my image has lost the dignity of the country."

Shiba Mao sat up straight, but his fat belly made him slide down a little.

"I can only sit like this, what can I do?" Shi Pomao angrily slammed the table: "How did I become obscene?"

"How about, Prime Minister, go and exercise a bit?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said, trying not to smile.

"I'm already this old, how can I still exercise? To be the Prime Minister, I don't even dare to smoke openly." Shibo Mao waved his hand:

"Please sit down, Congressman Shiraishi. We've worked together in Congress for so long. There's nothing to be so formal about."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was not polite either. He wiped his hands, smoothed the long skirt around her plump legs, and sat next to Sakura Sora Kurumi.

"Member of the Council of Shiraishi Nagimitsu, Councillor Sakura Sora Kurumi, how can I say good things about you two?" Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru raised his head to the sky, sighed, and said in a low voice:
"I called you here this time because of the investigation you are conducting."

"Don't tell me you don't know who the target of the investigation is?"

"I can't believe you don't even have this much political acumen."

"The Aso Family."

"You should also know about their family's influence in Japan."

"As one of the five major political families, they are also one of the six major financial groups."

"There are members of the Aso family in politics, business, the royal family, the Self-Defense Forces, and even in customs and taxation."

"Some things should just be left buried. Why do you have to uncover them?"

"Prime Minister, the case I'm investigating is incredibly complex," Yingkong Kurumi said calmly. "I'm sure the Prime Minister should have seen the report I submitted to the cabinet when he returned."

"I'm not targeting the Aso family, but the Yaobu. If we don't investigate further, are we just going to let the situation at the Fukushima nuclear power plant remain confusing?"

"To be honest, I don't want to risk entering a nuclear radiation zone, but what if I don't go?"

"If the source isn't addressed, there will be more incidents in Tokyo's underground water system."

"If the Prime Minister wants to order me to stop, please issue a formal letter from the Prime Minister. I can accept the order, but..."

"I'll be frank with you."

"The Tokyo Exorcist Police Department will no longer bear this responsibility."

"If something similar happens in the future, I hope the Prime Minister will stand up and take responsibility."

"You" Shi Pomao was speechless for a moment and rubbed his eyebrows.

The hall was completely clueless about what to do with this beautiful lady who abandoned her duties without a word.

Fortunately, she was only investigating the Fukushima nuclear power plant.

After so many years, the president who took the blame was strangled to death by the Aso family.

Anything can be blamed on him.

The only trouble is
this woman.

Nagimitsu Shiraishi.

Shiba Shigeru raised his head and looked deeply at Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

After working with this extremely beautiful congresswoman for so many years, I have come to understand her character.

He also knew that this woman could not be easily persuaded.

"What about you, Councillor Shiraishi? I've heard from Minister Hatoyama Yumemi about what you're investigating. It's a blatant challenge to the Aso family." Shiba Shigeru said, "It's all in the past. Don't take it so seriously."

"Congressman Shiraishi, you're going to run for prime minister soon. Why do you have to completely offend the Aso family? It's not good for you, and it's not good for them."

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head. "The Aso family is too bold. They've crossed my limit. What's more, they never considered me an ally."

"Congressman Shiraishi, let me be frank. You should know my relationship with the Aso family." Shiba Shigeru slowly put away his smile and stood up: "No matter what, I am the Prime Minister."

"Since you don't listen to my advice, you're only bringing trouble upon yourself."

He knocked on the table and shouted, "You can come in, Minister Yume Hatoyama."

The office door was pushed open.

Yume Hatoyama walked in wearing a white shirt, a holster, a gun in her hand, and high heels.

The pair of smooth and beautiful legs under the shorts are not inferior to anyone.

"I order you to immediately cease investigating this matter and hand over the evidence you have," Shibomao said expressionlessly. "Otherwise, you will be charged with endangering national security."

"Shiraishi Nagimitsu, I know you are a talented person, but you have touched things that should not be touched in Japanese politics."

"Minister Yumemi Hatoyama, you can arrest him now."

Hatoyama Yumemi smiled and sat down on the sofa, playing with the gun in his hand: "Congressman Shiraishi, you heard what the Prime Minister said. You still have a chance to admit your mistake."

"Don't ruin your future like this"

(End of this chapter)