Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 366 Using Instruments Is Not Love

within the space.

Fang Zuo still lay there motionless.

He accidentally bumped into his waist.

The result, of course, was that Michaela Cohen almost lost her soul.

And Michaela Cohen was soaking wet at this moment.

Throwing herself on Fang Zuo's chest.

I couldn't tell if it was sweat or something else.

The little face was pale, without a trace of blood.

The red lips kept gasping.

Frowning tightly.

"You failed. You didn't succeed." The cold, mechanical voice said, "This is a completely unacceptable result."

"How could this possibly work?" Michaela Cohen couldn't help but retort, "Using your data-heavy brain, do you think I could satisfy him and get me pregnant in one go?"

"Don't even mention me being alone. It's so huge, even with a few more people, it won't be enough. I'm a human, not a machine. I've used up all my strength. If I continue, I'll die."

"You refused me the use of the equipment," the cold voice said, "and refused my help in the process."

"Of course we can't use instruments. We're in love, not just for mating," Michaela Cohen said angrily. "If it's just for reproduction, we can just use test tubes to extract it."

"I've calculated that with my current energy, I can't extract it from his body." The cold voice said, "His body operates on an unpredictable energy trajectory."

"You're talking about pure reproduction," Michaela Cohen said loudly. "You're the one who said that our relationship would be more stable, right? Then you have to listen to me."

"Does using equipment not count as love?" A hint of strangeness appeared in the cold voice. "According to my data, you species have developed quite a few instruments specifically for this purpose."

"That's a tool, not an instrument." Michaela Cohen's pale face flushed. "They're two different things."

"Is there any difference between the two except the name?" The cold voice sounded doubtful.

"Of course." Michaela Cohen gritted her teeth and climbed up, grabbed her own clothes beside her and wiped them, and then considerately helped Fang Zuo wipe them.

She said, "Did your previous tribes never...didn't they mate?"

"None of the races in our Seventh Universe need such backward methods," the cold voice said. "As long as we have enough energy, we can separate and produce offspring. Mating is something only the barbaric and low-intelligence creatures of the Third Universe do."

"Some of them can even mate from birth to death. Their life is just about mating and reproducing offspring."

"But your planet, and even the entire universe, is still running out of energy, isn't it?" Michaela Cohen sneered. "Perhaps it is your endless separation and endless demands that have driven our almighty Lord to drive you here."

"I refuse to analyze such speculation without any data," the cold voice replied. "Our conversation ends now. You need to recover immediately and then repeat the process until conception occurs."

"His body is gradually recovering. After a while, I won't be able to restrain him."

Fang Zuo was stunned when he heard this.

It seems that this guy is really not simple.

I recovered silently because I didn't want it to notice.

But it turns out that it has always been observing the condition of the body.

but.

It may not know that there is a method called overdraft and explosion.

"Ah? He's reviving?" Michaela Cohen said in surprise, "What will you do if he wakes up?"

"Of course we have to kill him, otherwise he'll destroy this place." The cold voice said, "But after killing him, the probability of obtaining the dark matter resonance energy core he's hiding in the particle space is very low."

“Probably less than 10 percent.”

"Yes, we absolutely cannot kill him." Michaela Cohen nodded repeatedly. "If you can't recover, all our plans will fail. The probability of this happening is too low. We can't take that risk."

"What a hypocritical creature." A cold voice mechanically read the numbers: "After I said to kill him, your adrenaline secretion increased by nearly double."

"Your heart rate is also rising rapidly. You are afraid."

"Your brain cells are rapidly and actively dying. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking, since this isn't a solution, why not just let him go?" Michaela Cohen said in a panic, "After he returns to Earth and recovers, I'll find a way to get close to him and make him fall in love with me completely."

"I refuse this order. After releasing him, I don't have the energy to continue capturing him." The cold voice said, "Until his danger becomes uncontrollable, you must follow the first order."

"That is, you must mate with him again immediately. This time, I will use a device to help you."

"I will now begin to break down the energy gathered in his body."

Fang Zuo, who was lying down, really didn't want to wait any longer.

What's more, this enlarged body can't really bring much pleasure.

Although that petite body gave people a sense of pleasure in crushing the other person, it was not satisfying at all.

Secondly, I don’t want to be tied up like this all the time.

His consciousness suddenly returned to his body.

Yuanying suddenly opened his eyes.

Although I haven't recovered to my peak yet, it's enough to break free from the things that bind me.

[Warning! Warning! The target's energy is rapidly increasing!]

[Warning! Warning! Target is trying to break free from the force field, 10% 20% 50%]

The warning sound kept echoing.

This made Michaela Cohen look at this sudden situation in surprise.

Before she could react.

Fang Zuo flashed and stood in the space.

He grinned and said, "This thing of yours can block my spiritual consciousness, I want to see if it can block my physical body."

A look of joy appeared on Michaela Cohen's delicate little face.

"square"

She opened her arms, naked, and pounced on him.

Imagining the same scene in the neuron, she threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms.

who knows.

The ruthless man waved his hand.

Michaela Cohen instantly flew and fell onto the force field.

It hurts so much that I can't stand up.

But compared to the physical pain, the pain in my heart is even more indescribable.

There was a cold expression on Fang Zuo's face.

It felt like a knife was scraping her heart.

It pierced her heart tightly.

Then twist.

"Fang~~~!" Her tears gushed out and she covered her face with her hands.

I can't believe a man can be so heartless.

Tears couldn't stop flowing and I couldn't cry.

In an emotional state.

She couldn't catch her breath, her beautiful eyes rolled back and she fainted.

And at this time Fang Zuo.

Shake your body.

The Nascent Soul sits in the five internal organs.

Asura Acala's body continued to grow larger.

But the weird thing is.

In this space.

His spiritual consciousness can encounter barriers and cannot pass through.

But the body is tens of meters long and still cannot touch the edge.

Fang Zuo decisively gave up on his sudden growth.

Gathering all his strength, he punched out of thin air.

I only heard an inexplicable voice coming over.

These are vibrations that cannot be heard in the air.

at the same time.

Warnings continued to sound in the space.

[Warning, warning! The space-time continuum is breaking! !]

[Warning, warning! ! Highest level dangerous object warning! ]

"Dangerous objects?" Fang Zuo sneered, "There are even more dangerous ones."

then.

Fang Zuo's fists continued to accumulate power.

Golden auspicious clouds floated on his body.

The Asura Dao pattern kept flashing.

Fang Zuo clenched his fists.

The power has been accumulated to the extreme.

Then pound your hands together.

He punched the space hard.

But at the moment of exerting force.

"Drive him away!!" a cold, mechanical voice rang out.

A force field pushed hard.

Push Fang Zuo's small world window to the right half.

------

Tokyo.

Right Kyoto Atagoyama.

Inside the huge ancient shrine in the mountains.

The great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo is wearing a monk's robe and sitting on a futon.

The head is hidden in the hat.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see his face clearly.

He kept turning the rosary in his old hands.

He remained silent as he watched the Snow Girl and the Green Master arguing with each other.

"Shut up, everyone." Atago Yamataro, the great Tengu in the cloak, finally spoke up, "Stop this meaningless quarrel."

"Are you two the only ones here? Where are the other leaders? Why haven't they come yet?"

"Where are Prajna, Niu Gui, and Qing Xingdeng?"

"It seems that since I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, fewer and fewer people are listening to what I say."

"That's not the case, sir." Aobozu's tall body bent slightly as he explained hesitantly, "Due to an order from the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau, all cities and towns across Japan are searching for unregistered illegal demon tribes."

"And Yingkong Hutao was very tough this time, asking all the Onmyoji families to cooperate."

"If anyone resists, we'll kill them on the spot. They have quite a few relatives in their group, and they're probably helping them resettle or escape, so we'll have to come later."

"Is there not enough people in our Snow Girl clan?" Snow Girl said coldly.

"Haha, can you, the Snow Girl Clan, be the same as us?" A crazy laugh came from the distance.

A dark shadow gradually took shape on the surface of the shrine hall.

then.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadow on the ground.

His whole body was as red as blood, he had no clothes, and was covered with bone spurs.

There are curved horns on the top of the head, a pair of pointed ears, and a "mud eye" on the forehead.

There was a distorted and ferocious expression on his face.

Fangs exposed.

In his hand he held the head of a child.

There were purple bloodstains on it, obviously the murder had just happened.

"Why are you the only one here, Red Prajna?" The single eye in the Blue Fang Master's forehead bulged slightly. "Where are White Prajna and Laughing Prajna?"

Chi Prajna ignored Qingfangzhu.

His lips suddenly opened wide.

Put the child's head in your hand into your mouth.

He chewed it twice.

He swallowed it with a movement of his throat.

He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and licked the blood in his hands.

Standing in the shrine.

He looked at the three people present.

He sneered at the kneeling Snow Woman, "Do you, the Snow Woman Clan, still count as a demon tribe? You're running a hot spring parlor at the foot of Mount Fuji to attract men. You're running a sex shop."

"Nowadays, many political families and chaebols in Japan take pleasure in patronizing you, the Snow Girls. What you have done is a disgrace to our Demon Department."

"Oh, I almost forgot, you've also successfully registered as a demon with the Japanese government, and even created a few hidden identities."

"When will you, the chief of the Snow Girl tribe, allow humans to visit you? Anyway, with your looks, there are many humans who like you." The Snow Girl's face was as cold as ever. She allowed Chi Prajna to mock her without saying a word.

Don't want to mess with this crazy guy.

Among the demon tribes, the Prajna clan is the most bloodthirsty.

Although it has been restrained a lot under the supervision and cleanup of the Japanese government.

Most of them are hiding near a small island in Hokkaido, but their nature is still hard to change.

Although I am not afraid of him, no one wants to provoke such a brainless person.

Just now.

The great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo spoke.

"Red Prajna," he said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you answer what Qingfangzhu asked you? Where are Bai Prajna and Xiao Prajna?"

"Sir, as Master Qingfang said, we have too many things to deal with, so we can't come here all at once." Chi Prajna said, slightly bending down.

As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened up.

This rude behavior made Qingfangzhu narrow his one eye slightly, and he slowly stood up.

The huge figure overshadowed Chi Prajna by several heads.

"How dare you speak to an adult like that." Qingfangzhu said sternly.

"I'm here to give you face, sir." Chi Prajna's frantic expression remained unchanged. "Ever since the Demon Tribe and the Japanese government reached an agreement, Great Tengu-sama was the first to officially register as the Lord of Jingdong Atago Mountain, and he hasn't been involved in the affairs of the Demon Tribe for a long time."

"Over the years, negotiations with the Spiritual Dissent Society have usually been handled by a few of us."

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep it this way? Now all of a sudden they come out and call us to a meeting. Hehe."

"So, what I say now is useless." Great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo said slowly, "It seems that I really made the right move."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out an old hand from inside his monk's robe.

The palm has crystal-like scales, facing the red Prajna.

Chi Prajna took a few steps back cautiously, and stood at a distance that he thought was safe, guarding against the great Tengu.

For hundreds of years.

These great monsters in Japan fell one after another.

Some died of old age.

Some became shikigami.

Some have integrated into human society and disappeared.

But this big Tengu still firmly occupies the top position.

Suddenly, a force he had never seen before, mixed with a hint of demonic power, spread around him.

But he didn't feel anything was wrong.

"You are an old Tengu." Chi Prajna shook his body in disdain and said with a sneer.

The face of the Daitengu opposite was hidden in his cloak.

It was still pitch black, making it impossible for Chi Prajna to see any expression.

But he clearly saw that the Snow Girl and Aobozu who were kneeling on his left and right had expressions of fear on their faces.

He lowered his head.

I saw.

I don't know when my right forearm became enlarged.

The bone spurs on it were extremely sharp and could cut through bullets.

It has begun to dissolve into a honeycomb-like pestle.

He raised his hands in horror.

The dermis on my arms has shrunk and thinned.

Not only the skin, but also the blood vessels are like this.

He could even clearly see the thin blood vessels and see the blood flow.

"What did you do to me?" Chi Prajna raised his head in fear and looked at Daitengou.

But I found my vision blurry.

Only three vague figures could be seen.

Then a ticking sound started.

He looked down.

His skin was riddled with holes, and blood and body fluids were constantly oozing out of his mouth, nose, and pores.

The bone spurs on the body kept falling like autumn leaves.

Then his entire red body.

It broke with a snap.

The bones inside that could withstand RPG were now as brittle as dead branches.

The kneeling Snow Girl and the standing Aobozu looked at the Red Prajna in front of them in shock.

Just a dozen seconds.

He had turned into a pile of rotting flesh and blood.

Even the bones are full of holes like honeycombs.

They both turned around.

I saw the cloak on Daitengu's head fall down.

The entire familiar face was no longer visible.

The skin contracture on the right side of the face exposed the molars, which were covered with a scaly carbonized layer similar to graphite.

It also secretes some kind of compound-like mucus.

A horrible and disgusting spiral growth formed on the left side of his face.

Except for that long nose covered with tumors.

The appearance of this great Tengu could no longer be seen clearly.

"Now you know why I didn't tell you." Great Tengu Atagoyama Tarobo said with a sneer, "Do you think that only the underground waterways of those cities have experiments?"

"Those were just things I did for fun. I am the biggest experimental subject in collaboration with the Jews."

The Snow Girl said nothing, turned her head and looked at the pile of rotten flesh and blood of Red Prajna in the distance.

Lower your head deeply.

I didn't even dare to look up at Da Tiangou's face anymore.
"Why?" Qingfangzhu slumped down, his massive body kneeling down. "Sir, why do you do this to yourself?"

"Why? Hehe." Atagoyama Tarobo pointed at the golden statues of Buddha on both sides and said, "Ask them."

"I asked them why they lied to me, took advantage of me, and then left without keeping their promise."

"They said they would come pick me up later, but even the Lingshan Buddhist Kingdom has moved away."

"Sir." Qingfangzhu lowered his head.

"My life span has come to an end." Atagoyama Tarobo slowly put on his cloak and said in a deep voice: "If I don't cooperate with those Jewish consortiums, I won't live much longer."

"It doesn't have to be like this. I'm fine now. I can still live for a while if I keep going like this."

"But sir, you have changed..." Master Qingfang hesitated to speak.

"Hahaha, we were just created by those adults from Northern Juluzhou out of boredom." Atagoyama Tarobo laughed loudly. "What do you mean by demon tribe? What is a demon?"

"Demons are born from the forms of heaven and earth, and have spiritual charm and spiritual core just like humans."

"You've read the books I gave you. The ones next door are the ones that can truly be called demons."

"Here, Tamamonomae and Yamata no Orochi are considered demons."

"Us? Where do we get our true forms? Where do we get our spiritual energy and spiritual core? We are just experimental subjects created haphazardly by those adults."

"Since it's already an experimental subject, why not do another experiment?"

Atagoyama Tarobo said gloomily, "Don't worry, I won't let you join the experiment right away. I've already sent someone to pick up Tamamonomae."

"Let the Japanese government eliminate these demon tribes."

“The rest will join our new global organization.”

------

Inside the Supreme Public Prosecutors Office of Japan.

Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa was sitting in his office looking at documents.

He should have retired long ago, but he still sits in the highest position of power.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa said in a deep voice.

Hojo Sakura walked in wearing a white shirt and a black suit.

The suit and trousers were neatly ironed.

Walked in and saluted.

"What's the matter?" said Attorney General Hiromu Kurokawa.

He admired his student very much.

Pity.

No big family background.

The Hojo family has declined into a small family.

If there were no major case, this student would have stopped here and it would have been difficult for him to climb to his current position.

"Teacher" Hojo Sakura was hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you want to say, don't be so hesitant." Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa said with a frown.

"This is information from the Supreme Court," Hojo Sakura whispered. "Someone reported you for corruption and bribery, and the court transferred the files to us."

“We are asked to initiate a self-inspection process”

Chief Prosecutor Kurokawa Hiromu was stunned. He took the document and sneered, "This is simply ridiculous. How can you take a report from an anonymous person seriously?"

"But the court has issued a notice to our Special Investigation Department, and all of your bank accounts have been frozen." Hojo Sakura said in a low voice.

"What?" Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa's face turned pale instantly, and he stood up and said loudly.

If even the court has begun to block the account, it means that the process has reached a critical step.

Rather than the anonymous evidence stage that I just thought.

I still have a lot of funds that I haven't transferred yet.
Prosecutor General Kurokawa Hiromu plopped back into his chair.

"Teacher, according to the procedure, our Special Investigation Department should detain you," Hojo Sakura said hurriedly, "or, you should go quickly and find the Prime Minister or Abe Nozaki or these families to save you."

"It's useless. Everyone knows that I am former Prime Minister Yasuda's man. Now that he has stepped down, a lot of political families are eyeing this position. It's good enough that they don't swallow me up. How can they help me?" Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa shook his head.

His already grey hair made his face look even older.

"Well, Sakura, arrest me immediately and start an investigation into my case," Chief Prosecutor Kurokawa Hiromu said urgently. "Rather than letting someone else in the Supreme Prosecution Office take the credit, I'd rather give it to you. This way, you can still help me with the case."

"But teacher," Hojo Sakura said in a low voice, with an embarrassed expression on her face: "How can I do this? You are my teacher."

"How stupid!!" Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa quickly walked out of his desk, grabbed Hojo Sakurana's shoulders with both hands and shook her hard.

His face was full of anxiety: "You are my student, the only one I can trust. Besides, if you want to take my position, you must have a big case."

"What could be bigger than single-handedly handling the Attorney General's corruption case?"

"Besides, if the situation wasn't so serious, you could still save me."

"Yes, teacher." Hojo Sakurai showed a sad expression on her face and reluctantly took out handcuffs from behind her.

Then he handcuffed his teacher's old hands.

Then he took off his coat and covered the handcuffs with it.

A hint of comfort appeared on the old face of Prosecutor General Hiromu Kurokawa.

He shook his hands again, fluffing out his clothes: "Let's go, no need to hide it, the colleagues outside will know it soon anyway."

His spirit collapsed, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious, as if he had aged decades in an instant, and he would stop breathing in the next second.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone in the Supreme People's Procuratorate.

Hojo Sakurana supported the handcuffed Prosecutor General Kurokawa Hiromu and walked step by step towards the detention room.

"Teacher, I will definitely find a way to get you off the hook." Hojo Sakura said sadly across the prison.

"It's up to you, Sakura." Kurokawa Hiromu showed a relieved expression.

But didn't notice.

The coldness that flashed in Hojo Sakura's eyes.

Ayaka Kawakita and the cat sisters were watching a TV series in the big office with their feet on end.

Their days couldn't be happier.

Many of the Mitsui Group's affairs were handed over to Yuya Mikami.

As for the intelligence department's matters, the old man outside the door helped them handle them.

Having nothing to do every day is like living like a god.

Except for the Devil-sama.