Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 363: Beauty seeks humiliation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu defeats the Prime Minister

Shiraishi Nagiko smiled at Yume Hatoyama who was standing beside him. "Minister Hatoyama, we just met again. You're here pretty quickly."

"I dare not disobey Prime Minister Shigeki's order, don't you think?" Hatoyama Yumemi shrugged.

The pistol was spinning around and around carelessly in the little hand.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't continue the conversation.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Shi Pomao again.

On the way of sight.

She saw Sakura Kurumi gave her a questioning look.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu instantly understood what Sakura Sora Kurumi meant.

Her beautiful eyes blinked.

Signaling her that she could rest assured.

Then she shifted her gaze to Shiba Mao and stopped.

"Prime Minister Shibamo" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said: "I know that over the years, when you were excluded by major forces in Japan, it was the Aso family that helped you."

"I also know that you've had various identities over your decades in politics."

"But do you know what your current identity is?"

Shiba Shigeru listened to what Shiraishi Nagimitsu said without interrupting or rejoining.

Silently.

Just stand inside the desk with your hands on the desk surface.

Fat face.

He stared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with sharp eyes.

Waiting for her to finish.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly stood up and looked straight at Shiba Shigeru.

The eyes were sharp and there was no giving in.

She said word by word:

"No matter how many identities you have had, no matter how much help the Aso family has given you, don't forget that you are now the Prime Minister of Japan, and hundreds of millions of Japanese people are watching you."

"When you consider any issue, you should consider the interests of the Japanese people as your starting point, not just one family."

"Japan is not their Aso family!"

"You are not the Aso family's watchdog, you are the Prime Minister of hundreds of millions of Japanese people!"

Shiba Shigeru's expression changed slightly, and he continued to look at Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Shiraishi Nagi's eyes were fixed on Shiba Shigeru, and his speech became faster and faster, his voice getting louder and louder:
"In 1981, Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka brought you into politics and gave you a civil service position."

"You became a member of the Japanese Diet for the first time in 1986, the youngest member at the time, and have been elected to the Diet twelve times since then."

"In 1993, you couldn't stand Prime Minister Morihiro Hosokawa's dictatorship and were the first to lead a rebellion against his party."

"In 1997, you opposed Prime Minister Ichiro Ozawa's policies and resigned from your position as a cabinet minister once again."

"Have all these years in politics made you numb?"

"Think about what Kakuei Tanaka said to you when you first entered politics in 1981. What were your initial aspirations? What were your political ambitions?"

"In the days that followed, you repeatedly opposed the Prime Minister's wrongdoings, even resigning from the cabinet. What were you thinking at the time?"

"And now."

“Ask yourself again, do you still remember your earliest political ambitions?”

"Do you still remember your original intention?"

Shibomao's expression changed drastically, and his cloudy pupils became blurred.

He supported himself on the table with both hands and slowly clenched his fists.

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu talked about his resume sentence by sentence.

Countless images kept appearing in his mind.

My eyes unconsciously moved to the photo frame on the right side of the desk.

In the photo frame.

Young Shiposhige.

Looking at the camera with high spirits.

He wasn't so fat at that time.

The suit fits.

Thick hair.

Forty-four years.
I haven't realized I've been in politics for forty-four years.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu's words.

It made him feel like he was back to the first time he entered Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka's office.
He sat in front of the kind old man.

Listen to each other's teachings.

It feels like years have passed since I heard it.

"Come help me, Shipo Mao. Start by working as my clerk."

“Young people should have the drive of young people.”

"I will soon return to the kingdom of God when I am old."

"My illness can't be cured. I won't survive this spring. You have to keep working hard. It's up to you, Shipo Mao, to do it in the future."

Shiba Mao withdrew his arms that were supporting the table and slowly sat back in his chair.

I recall the old man's earnest teachings, and my eyes are a little wet.
Your original intention?

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Yingkong Kurumi still sat there with a solemn expression.

Everything that happened before her eyes seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Hatoyama Yume was actually quite amused watching Shiraishi Nagiko and Shiba Shigeru standing there.
Looking around and waiting for the result
Anyway, what happened has nothing to do with the Hatoyama family.
at last.

Shibamo broke the silence.

He sat in the chair, slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Sorry." He let out a long breath.

Open your eyes again.

But he looked at the photo frame on his right.

That younger self.

It was as if he was saying sorry to himself in the photo frame.

"Minister Hatoyama Yumemi," Shiba Shigeru said in a hoarse voice, "You may begin now."

He said in a deep voice:
"I order the immediate arrest of Councillor Shiraishi Nagimitsu on charges of threatening Japan's national security."

"Take her back and detain her. All relevant materials will be confiscated and destroyed."

"Open a file on her at the Ministry of Public Security if she insists on continuing the investigation."

"Thrown in jail and enter the judicial stage"

"I understand, Prime Minister!" Yumemi Hatoyama closed her white legs and stood up.

He turned the pistol in his hand and slipped it into the holster at his waist.

At the same time, he took out a pair of handcuffs from behind his back and said to Shiraishi Nagi with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, I have to trouble you to come with me. Don't worry, I will prepare a separate room for you."

After finishing speaking.

She smiled at Yingkong Kurumi, whose expression remained unchanged, and said, "Director Yingkong Kurumi, I've heard a lot about you!"

"It seems you have a penchant for robbing criminals."

"Do you want this?"

"If you ask, I'll give it to you. Let's switch. Just give Kana Morisawa back to me."

Only then did Sakura Kurumi turn around, glanced upwards, and looked at the standing Hatoyama Yumemi.

He retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Minister Hatoyama Yumemi, right? I don't think this is necessary, because... I don't think you can take Councillor Shiraishi away."

"Oh?" Hatoyama Yumemi was a little surprised holding the handcuffs.

"Minister Hatoyama Yumemi, please wait a moment." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly.

He took out a document from the small bag in his hand, stepped forward, and placed it on Prime Minister Shibomao's desk.

Stretch out your little hand and ask the other person to take a look.

Shiba Mao's eyes moved to the document, picked it up, and scanned it quickly.

"You're taking things for granted, Shiraishi Nagimitsu." Shiba Shigeru pushed the file back. "Don't you realize where your problem lies?"

Shiba Shigeru said with regret: "You are challenging the political rules of the game that have been followed in Japan for a hundred years."

"Do you think I should take this seriously just because this little bit of nuclear material was smuggled out?"

"The fact is, even if the amount of lost nuclear material were several times greater, what would it matter?"

"These political and chaebol families have done far more than what you've investigated over the past century."

Shiba Mao stood up and turned his back to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

He put his hands behind his back and looked out the window:

"Over the years, there have been ten major public hazards in the world, and our country, which considers itself a developed and civilized country, accounts for four of them."

"In 1955, during the Toyama Prefecture osteoarthritis incident, cadmium contaminated over 10 people, causing serious illnesses in 200 people, including over 150 deaths."

"Who did it? The companies under the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu and the local councilors to whom the Abe family belongs are closely linked."

"The Minamata disease incident in 1956 infected 2200 people, with more than 1784 suffering severe illnesses and deaths."

"Who did it again? It's a conspiracy between the Mitsui Zaibatsu companies and the Koizumi family."

"There was also the Yokkaichi asthma incident in 1960, which caused over 1.5 serious illnesses, over 1000 of whom died directly. Hundreds of thousands of people suffered from chronic respiratory diseases, affecting several surrounding prefectures and cities."

"It's still these chaebols and political families who are responsible for this disaster."

"Finally, the 1968 rice bran oil incident resulted in over 1.4 victims, many pregnant women who were poisoned gave birth to children with intellectual disabilities, and 178 people died directly."

"It's still the same group of guys. It's either this or that."

"Since World War II, various incidents have occurred one after another. In comparison, it's just that the whereabouts of some nuclear materials are unknown. So what?"

Shiba Mao turned around and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, shaking his head in disappointment:
"Shiraishi Nagiko, you are still inferior to Abe Nojaku after all."

"I'll give you one last chance, Shiraishi Nagimitsu. As long as you promise to give up the investigation, you can still walk out of the Prime Minister's Office safely."

"Nothing happened. Everything is the same as usual."

"I refuse!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said without hesitation.

"You really don't know how to live or die." Shiba Mao sneered and said, "I'm sorry, Minister Hatoyama Yumemi."

"Wait, let me say a few more words." Shiraishi Nagimitsu interrupted.

"I understand what the Prime Minister means," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said without changing his expression, "but you, Prime Minister, don't understand what I mean."

"The document before you is only a copy."

"And the official document is in the hands of a woman named Caitlin Palacios."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Shiba Mao frowned and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu in confusion.

"Let our Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall come and explain who she is." Shiraishi Nagimitsu replied.

Shiba Mao looked at Yingsora Kurumi.

The beautiful lady stood up and said slowly, "Caitlin Palacios, affiliated with the United Nations Interpol, position: Director of the International Security Department, an officer in the Italian Armed Forces, and a member of the EU Security Advisory Group."

"What do you mean? Shiraishi Nagimitsu!!" Shiba Shigeru turned his gaze back to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Looking at the smiling face of the beautiful congresswoman, he suddenly understood what Shiraishi Nagimitsu wanted to do.

"If you terminate my investigation, this document will be brought to the United Nations and placed on the desks of the five permanent members of the Security Council." Shiraishi Nagimitsu spread out her hands. "One copy for each of the five permanent members."

"Japan, a country whose constitution guarantees it will not actively participate in war, has lost dozens of nuclear bomb materials and concealed them from international nuclear organizations without reporting them."

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you should understand what this means and what will happen."

"By then, the five permanent members of the Security Council will all come and ask the Prime Minister, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Not only that, I'm afraid President Trump in Washington will personally ask you to come over and explain yourself."

"Shiraishi Nagiri!!!" Shiba Shigeru slammed his hand down on his desk, his face flushing red as he shouted, "Where's your political literacy? Do you know what you're doing? Do you know the impact this will have on Japan?"

"All countries will no longer trust Japan. This will deal a huge blow to our national credibility, and we may even face international sanctions."

"Your Excellency," Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and didn't answer directly. She said nonchalantly, "I've been reading some Chinese books and learning Chinese lately."

After a pause, she looked at Shibamo's odd expression and smiled even more broadly. She continued, "I learned a lot of very useful things from it."

"I think this is the most appropriate way to answer the Prime Minister."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu put away his smile and said sarcastically, "That's none of my business!"

"I don't care whether you live or die?"

"I'm not the Prime Minister of Japan. The person sitting in this position now is you, Shibamo!"

“What will happen next?”

"It's none of my business." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said word by word.

"You!!! Shiraishi Nagimitsu!!!" Shiba Shigeru angrily shouted the name of the beautiful congresswoman in front of him.

As a man, this was the first time he felt that this beautiful face was so hateful.

"Prime Minister, I'm sorry to interrupt your temper," Sakura Kurumi interjected calmly. "If this matter were to become public, I'm afraid Japan's entire political and business environment would be under unprecedented pressure from around the world."

"And all this pressure will be borne by you."

"I know!!! You don't have to tell me!" Shi Pomao shouted loudly.

His gaze was still fixed on Shiraishi Nagimitsu with anger.

Unbuttoning the shirt neck, breathing heavily,

The office fell silent again.

Shiba Mao had to think carefully about what to do.

He can help the Aso family, but that doesn't mean he is willing to put himself under such great pressure for the Aso family.

Even eating sushi or instant noodles by yourself can make you a hot topic.

Once this happens again
He simply couldn't imagine it.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the man in front of him, a mocking look in his eyes.

An alliance of interests will naturally be broken by interests.

When weighing the pros and cons, all alliances appear fragile.

"Prime Minister, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed slightly, and without waiting for Shiba Shigeru to speak, he turned around and left with confidence.

Shiba Shigeru raised his head and glared at the slender back of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

The crisp sound of her high heels sounded like slapping herself in the face.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister?" Hatoyama Yumemi raised his eyebrows and looked at Shibo Shigeki inquiringly.

"Let her go." Shiba Mao leaned back and sat down.

He stretched out his short and fat body in the chair exhaustedly.

"Mr. Prime Minister, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave." Sakura Kurumi also stood up, patted her police hat and put it on.

Saluted.

"Let's go." Shibomao waved his hand weakly.

He also waved at Yume Hatoyama who was about to speak: "Okay, don't say anything, you can leave too."

Hatoyama Yumemi shrugged, bowed slightly, and walked out the door.

Shiba Mao was the only one left in the office.

He sat there blankly.

Turn your gaze to the picture frame on the right.

Stared for a while.

Then move to the right.

There is also a photo frame next to it.

He stood with the late Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka.

Next to her was an ordinary-looking young woman wearing a kimono and smiling.

The teacher's daughter, Tanaka Makiko.

"Shiba Shigeru, remember, it's easy to maintain good relations with our neighbor. All we need to do is show respect for and reflect on Japan's historical problems."

Kakuei Tanaka's voice of instruction once again echoed in his ears.
Shiba Mao picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Naoki Tanaka?" Shiba Shigeru said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't stop this."

"But don't worry, since you've married into the teacher's family and changed your last name to Tanaka, you're a member of the Tanaka family. I'll definitely keep you in this position no matter what."

The other party's voice of thanks came from the microphone.

Shibomao paused and hesitated for a while.

then.

He asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Makiko, is she okay?"

Outside the Prime Minister's Office.

"Wait a minute!" Sakura Kurumi called out to Shiraishi Nagimitsu who was about to get in the car and leave.

"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

Yingkong Kurumi hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I have a question for you."

"Oh? No need to be so polite, just say hello directly." Shiraishi Nagimitsu closed the open car door again.

"You just asked this question to Shirohamo," Sakura Kurumi looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with a fiery and direct gaze, "If...if you take his position and become the Prime Minister of Japan in the future."

"If you were faced with the same choice at that time, what would you do?"

"What do you mean?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu asked in confusion.

"If you had to choose between the Japanese people and him, what would you choose?" Sakura Kurumi asked seriously.

"This question is too simple." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and reached out to help Sakura Kurumi push away a strand of her long hair in front of her police hat.

"I will sacrifice all of Japan"

"If he needs it."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu patted Sakura Sora Kurumi's little face.

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North America.

On the beach in Los Angeles.

The group of psychics from the National Security Agency were looking at everything several kilometers away through instruments.

Shocked beyond words.

"Who are those two men?"

"What on earth are these black auras?"

The third Protestant man was easily strangled by the young man.

That powerful divine armed array of Protestantism.

The young man punched him again.

It was like hitting mud.

Dead bodies were scattered everywhere.

Arms and heads were flying everywhere.

The scene was extremely bloody.

The other middle-aged man laughed inexplicably, but sounded like a villain's laughter.

The body is harvesting everywhere like a ghost.

Every time his black flag passes.

Countless black air was swirling.

In the black air there were the miserable cries of a woman and the crying of a baby.

Even though they were at such a distance, these psychics turned pale after hearing it.

Terrified.

It can be seen how miserable those psychics present are.

Only the remaining Protestant members and psychics from other organizations were seen.

Under the entanglement of black air, the flesh and blood melted like a candle.

Only bones were left.

Then it collapsed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

And this moment.

Fang Zuo, who was present, threw a punch to help Wang Jianguo break up the divine armed formation.

Just floating in the air.

Wang Jianguo below was feasting on these souls.

He has no idea.

A divine thought that could easily crush him was being firmly blocked by Fang Zuo above.

"What? You're not going to make a move yet?" Fang Zuo said calmly, "If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to find such a good opportunity again once I get my official status."

"This thing is of some use to me." An old voice echoed in Fang Zuo's ears: "Fellow Daoist, could you please give me what you have?"

"Impossible." Fang Zuo flatly refused.

"No room for negotiation?"

"Unless I die." Fang Zuo said expressionlessly.

"Well, it seems that this thing is destined for you." The old voice smiled carefreely: "Then I won't take away what others love."

The old voice kept its word and withdrew its spiritual consciousness in an instant.

disappeared without a trace.

In a massive basement somewhere in North America.

There were strange flashes inside the huge formation.

An old man in a Taoist robe sat in the middle of the formation.

"Master, his realm has dropped to Jindan, which is a good opportunity. Why do you let him go?" asked the middle-aged man in a white suit in confusion.

"You are confused. This thing is dispensable to my Dao. It is nothing more than a reference." The old man said in a deep voice: "It is not to the point where I must fight him with the Dao."

"Moreover, don't underestimate any Yuanying Zhenren. Even if his realm falls, how do you know he doesn't have a trump card in hand?"

"As long as he doesn't stand in my way, there's no need to go to the point of life and death."

And now it is northeast of Los Angeles Beach.

Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock were gritting their teeth and staring fiercely at the young Asian man in the fire.

"Who is he?" Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo's blurry face, then looked at the Jewish holy relic in his hand, her little face tense.

It was only many years ago that I found out from old auction records that the lost holy relic of Judaism was in the collection of a wealthy man on the beach in Los Angeles.

This plan seemed to be on the verge of success, but the fruits of victory were reaped by this young man.

Demi Blackrock also looked at Fang Zuo high in the sky in the distance.

I feel like this figure looks familiar.

But I couldn't see his face and couldn't remember where I had seen him.

"What do we do now?" asked Demi Blackrock.

"No matter who he is, he is seeking death." Michaela Cohen said coldly.

She slowly rolled up the sleeves of her white gift.

Revealing the metal arm ring.

then.

The mechanical sound of the Jewish Kingdom in the void was heard again.

【Energy charging】

[Please confirm the command again]