Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Davin Warburg was furious beyond measure at that moment.

My perfectly good banquet was disrupted by this group of guys who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Especially these environmental groups.

It's important to know that environmental protection is a highly favored topic in North America.

They were originally tools deliberately cultivated by Jewish financial groups.

It has worked every time over the years.

this point.

They learned it from the Ansar people.

By leveraging universal values, the Ansar people have made America a beacon of freedom and a spiritual homeland that believers around the world aspire to.

just now.

Jews have also cultivated a host of valuable advantages.

Black mermaids and black and white snow princesses appear one after another.

To Davin Warber's surprise, these guys actually came to his doorstep today.

"Which environmental group are you from? Don't you know that the primary sponsor of all your groups is our Jewish financial group?" Davin Warburg said angrily.

"Of course I know," a woman's voice came from outside the door.

A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a black veil, walked in: "But this time you've gone too far, actually allowing radiation to leak from the Indian Point nuclear power plant in New York, which is our ancestral land."

Davin Warburg was taken aback: "It's you!! You've always worked very well with us, what do you mean?"

He said in a deep voice, "No matter where the nuclear power plant leaks, it has nothing to do with us. You shouldn't be here looking for your partners; you should be looking for the mayor of New York City."

“I’ve looked for him, but he won’t see me. You’ll help me find him, won’t you? The area where the Indian Cape nuclear power plant is located is one of the ancestral homes of the Native Americans; it absolutely cannot be contaminated,” the woman in the black veil said.
"And I know that the mayor of New York City is right here."

“I’m not that reckless. I just want to resolve this issue as soon as possible, otherwise we’ll make a big fuss and let the whole of New York know about it.”

"Instead of just coming here to lie down."

Davin Warburg exchanged a glance with New York Governor Hoch, who was standing in the corner.

Huo Chu reached out and nudged Eric Adams' shoulder.

Ignoring the fact that the New York City mayor was wiping away sweat.

He hissed angrily in a low voice:
“What are you standing there for, you idiot? Hurry up and deal with these people. You’ve already offended the Onsah people. If you offend these Jews as well, you won’t even be able to keep your pitiful six percent approval rating.”

"Don't say I didn't warn you when you're facing a barrage of criminal charges."

"Yes, yes." Eric Adams nodded and bowed, then quickly walked towards the woman in the black veil.

“I am Eric Adams, the mayor of New York City. Miss, please come with me. I assure you that this nuclear power plant leak will be handled properly.”

"Don't worry, we will absolutely minimize nuclear contamination."

"Mayor Eric Adams, it's really not easy to see you," the veiled man said sarcastically, but without any hesitation.

He waved his hand, and the group of naked men and women followed him away.

The protesters stood up and cursed, without removing the shackles from each other's feet.

He made an international gesture to each of the wealthy people present.

Then he put on his clothes and left.

He looked perfectly normal, showing no signs of being bewitched by magic.

Fang Zuo looked at the woman with her face veiled in black, but couldn't see anything particularly special about her.

Aside from her slender figure, her appearance is also quite ordinary.

So ordinary that it wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

However, the bewitching technique used was indeed very profound.

It was something that could make Fang Zuo acknowledge its profound nature.

It is definitely not the ordinary Taoist minor techniques or the witchcraft that has fallen into Southeast Asia.

These unorthodox methods usually only use the various emotions of the seven spirits to confuse the three souls.

It causes the victim to lose their mind.

Be a good boy/girl.

But the downside is that it looks muddled and confused.

Anyone who looked at him would immediately notice that something was wrong with him.

The technique in front of us is much more advanced.

They even captured Tianhun.

Let it slowly infect elsewhere.

The result is that these people are no different from usual.

Even I couldn't detect it.

They take everything they do for granted.

Be environmentally conscious and eat vegetarian food.

It wouldn't be surprising if they even felt like they were a flashlight.

Friends and family will only think that this person has suddenly changed.

I can't see any other problems.

Even Fang Zuo didn't know this kind of profound technique; he had only read about it in ancient books.

Ancient times.

King Zhou, the last emperor of the Shang Dynasty, was tricked by Nuwa.

This ultimately leads to a drastic change in mindset, which is somewhat similar to this.

It's just a higher level, so high that even the Heavenly Soul doesn't need to be restrained to be corrupted.

Fang Zuo felt a sudden urge stirring within him.

Wave your hand.

A trace of divine soul imprint remained on this woman.

Although I wanted to follow immediately and take a closer look.

But the first thing to solve is the problem of Taomu Xiangzhina being trapped.

Now it seems.

The Indian Point nuclear power plant in upstate New York is the prime suspect.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that was just a small matter. I hope it didn't affect your mood. I'm sure many of you have been bothered by these environmentalists before." Davin Warburg returned to the stage with a smile after watching the group leave.

"Now, we will move on to the next item in our banquet, which is also the item that everyone is most interested in."

"I believe that our old and new friends have come here for more than just our president's global infrastructure initiatives."

"After all, money can be earned anywhere, but slowing down aging can only be done here."

As he spoke.
Davin Warburg clapped his hands.

Just at this time.

The wall behind him slowly descended with a mechanical sound.

A completely transparent glass wall of the same size appeared.

Behind the glass wall is a huge biological laboratory.

Inside were countless human bodies and various instruments that looked incredibly valuable.

Hundreds of researchers in white coats walked around inside.

They weren't even looking this way; it was clearly a one-way mirror.

"Ladies and gentlemen, many of you here should have already experienced the wonderful benefits of slowing down aging," Daven Warburg said with a smug smile.
"Among those attending the banquet were old friends who had already benefited from the event, as well as new friends who had just arrived."

"Old friends, come up here and share your recent thoughts."

Fang Zuo glanced at Michaela Cohen.

“I didn’t expect this to happen,” Michaela Cohen said with a slight shake of her head and a wry smile.

"Although Jewish believers are much more devout than Protestants and Catholics, in recent years, with the advancement of technology, religious faith has been weakening and fading."

"And as Jewish financial groups accumulate more and more wealth, they develop a variety of organizations, many of which I don't even know about."

"If it weren't for the fact that the core figures of the Jewish family knew about the existence of the Jewish Temple, they probably wouldn't have taken me seriously at all."

Fang Zuo nodded to indicate that he understood.

No one would put a woman on their head for no reason.

Not to mention the richest people on the planet.

Fang Zuo lost interest in watching any further and was about to leave when...

A familiar person appeared before him.

And then they went up to the stage.

A bald, elderly Asian man.

He was wearing a black suit.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The few remaining strands of hair were combed back and styled with hair wax.

Meticulous.

It's him?

Fang Zuo touched his chin.

I never expected to see him here.

He can be considered an old friend.

Back then, this old man was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He runs a small grocery store in Causeway Bay.

At that time, I was going through a rebellious teenage period.

Not long after I entered the Qi Refining stage, I had a big argument with my master.

Then he ran away from home and sneaked down from Maoshan.

After moving around to several places, he accidentally smuggled himself to Hong Kong.

They ran into Zhang Ben and his group of guys.

later.

The old man bought a few handy watermelon knives from the Causeway Bay grocery store he used to own.

He started forming a gang and became involved in organized crime. I saw this guy being extorted for protection money in various drug-related cases, and being beaten half to death.

I also took care of him myself.

Unexpectedly, he has now transformed from a small grocery store owner into a wealthy man.

only.
Fang Zuo frowned.

The three flames on this guy's head and shoulders were flickering and about to go out.

It could be extinguished at any time.

It seems he's already a candle flickering in the wind, his lifespan long gone.

But he did not die.

He was barely holding on, clinging to life by a wisp of black mist on his forehead.

It protected the head, shoulders, and three other points of fire.

It is clear that some abnormal methods were used.

Moreover, he did many heinous things.

If one does not leave the underworld, one's lifespan, as recorded in the Book of Life and Death, will end.

There will inevitably be ox-headed and horse-faced demons to restrain his soul.

Even if he escaped the underworld.

There are also divine punishments for good and evil, which are recorded in the annals.

He will inevitably face retribution in the future; he will eventually have to pay for it.

But now, there's no one to care.

Lawless.

If, as Zhou Yuanyan says, this is the evolution of the Heavenly Way, then is this evolution good or bad?
“Everyone should recognize this Mr. Li,” Davin Warburg said with a smile. “Our Illuminati’s latest gene-editing drug has made some breakthroughs and can slow down the aging process.”

"Mr. Li was the first beneficiary. Of course, he donated a considerable amount of cash."

"Anyone interested can contact him, but I want to state in advance that this drug is still in the experimental stage and its effects are very limited."

"However, several technologies have now been successfully developed that are far more useful than this drug."

After speaking, Davin Warburg pointed to the dozens of circular experimental chambers distributed under the silver-gray dome inside the glass wall.

Scientists wearing protective suits are operating a holographic touchscreen.

Humans of different ages float in a transparent culture chamber, their bodies connected to a spiderweb-like array of biosensors.

A small opening was clearly made on the side of the skull, where a brain-computer interface was installed.

"This gene-editing device is worth billions of dollars. Without the Illuminati, without us Jews, and without our sponsors, our experiments could not have made such great progress."

"Now, you need to screen your own genes, then join the editing process, find your own gene lock, and you can extend your lifespan significantly."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davin," a man of Indian descent said excitedly, "how can I screen my own genes?"

“Mr. Mukesh Ambani, it’s very simple.” Davin Warburg waved his hand: “We need you to have more children. As long as there are enough of your genes, we will have more test subjects to edit your genes.”

"Given your wealth and age as India's richest man, I imagine finding a hundred or so outstanding women to have dozens of children would be quite easy."

Davin Warburg chuckled and said, "I'm afraid there are countless women in all of India who would love to have him."

"Mr. Davin," the two elderly men in the audience exchanged glances, and one of them said, "At our age, we probably can't have children anymore. Is there no other way?"

“Mr. Warren Buffett, Mr. Bill Gates,” Davin Warburg said with a smile, “Of course, sometimes having children doesn’t require you to do it yourself.”

"Think about our new richest man, oh, of course, he's not here. Mr. Elon has had some conflicts with us Jews recently, so it's not convenient for him to attend my banquet."

"However, he has already had twelve children with different women, most of whom were conceived through IVF."

"You all probably know about these news stories, right? Aren't you curious about why he had so many IVF babies?"

"Our newly crowned richest man is far more afraid of death than any of you here."

"That's normal. Isn't the thing we fear most the lack of money we have?"

The audience burst into laughter.

"Moreover, our newly crowned richest man only has twelve children on the surface."

"Privately, in order to screen genes, I think that in a few years, our richest man will have a whole family of children."

"Even such a young billionaire is preparing for the future, what are you all waiting for?"

"Register now. For specific technical details, you can ask Dr. Ruhr next to me."

A commotion immediately erupted from the audience.

Not only were the wealthy men interested, but several political figures also approached Davin Warburg and the doctor to speak with them.

“I’m going to leave for a bit to check out the North Indian Point nuclear power plant,” Fang Zuo said, ignoring all the other nonsense and turning to Michaela Cohen.

“I’ll go with you too.” Michaela Cohen nodded.

She originally came here to gather information for her man.

Now that Fang Zuo is leaving, she naturally doesn't want to stay here either.

Just as Michaela Cohen turned to leave.

"Priest Michaela," Daven Warburg strode over: "Are you leaving so soon? Aren't you interested in these things?"

"I suggest you join as well. This technology can slow down the aging process. Isn't that attractive to you women?"

Michaela Cohen shook her head coldly: "Not interested."

She didn't say anything else after she finished speaking.

Turn around and leave.

Without the slightest regret.

Daven Warburg watched Michaela Cohen's departing figure, a cold expression on his face.

Take a deep breath.

“Your saintess seems uninterested in eternal youth,” a servant stepped forward, watching Michaela Cohen leave with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Are we just going to let her go like that? Aren't we going to try and persuade her? Or, I can help you. Her genes are definitely extraordinary."

"Much more genuine than these old, wealthy people."

"If we could obtain her genes"

"Our plan will succeed even more quickly."

“I miscalculated,” Davin Warburg said, shaking his head. “I overlooked the fact that this woman has the protection of the Jewish Temple; longevity and youth are readily available to her.”

"This scene was very attractive to these incredibly fearful wealthy people, but it held no appeal for her."

"The Jewish Temple?" The attendant's chest trembled slightly.

"What, are you Illuminati also interested in the Jewish Temple?" Davin Warburg turned his head:

"I have to warn you, those old guys in the Federal Reserve who represent Jewish families are all kept alive by the Temple."

"This is also why they are inherently pandering to Michaela Cohen."

"You absolutely must not set your sights on the Jewish Temple."

"If you're going to touch Michaela Cohen, you'd better..."

Davin Warburg smiled slightly, paused, and said in a low voice, "It's best not to let me know."

“Of course.” The attendant’s chest trembled even more violently. “I’ll never let you know until I have it.”

He turned to look at the group of wealthy people who were discussing amongst themselves and looking at the instruments through the glass wall: "What a ridiculous bunch of humans, they should just arrange their genes first."

"Don't they understand that to gain something, you must inevitably lose something else?"

"This is the unchanging law of exchange in any universe."

Outside the manor.

After leaving the manor, Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen got into the pink Rolls-Royce.

"You go back first," Fang Zuo said. "I'll go check on that nuclear power plant and then come back to the hotel to find you."

“I’ll wait for you.” Michaela Cohen’s eyes shone with boundless affection.

She hooked her arms around the top left side of his neck, and pressed her red lips against it, revealing her soft, pink lips.

After a while, their chests heaved up and down, and they finally separated when they were out of breath.

She stared blankly as her man disappeared.

next moment.

Fang Zuo appeared in upstate New York.

After looking at the map.

Disappeared again.

It appeared near the Indian Point nuclear power plant.

This massive nuclear power plant, built on the east bank of the Hudson River, has a distinct World War II architectural style.

River water was used as the cooling water source, and no large cooling tower was built.

Deep inside the nuclear power plant.

Kaoru Momoko is bound within countless electric nets.

She kept her eyes tightly closed.

Her delicate face was pale.

The top of her head.

A phantom-like spirit.

She was being slowly pulled apart from her body by the electric grid.

The spirit wore a black mask, its body was covered in silver-white energy armor, and the beam of light behind its head swayed violently.

His eyes gleamed with psychic energy.

The spirit kept groaning in pain.

Complex syllables were emitted from the mask.

suddenly.

A low humming sound came from the air, and several dark red energy fluctuations condensed in the air.

Gradually, it formed a strange creature.

Its body is made of translucent crystals, with nuclear fluorescence flowing inside, resembling a walking atomic reactor.

Its sound was like the roar of nuclear fission, carrying an irresistible majesty:

"Give up, Tassadar Sanctuary consciousness. Your soul has long since vanished. Why should you serve the inferior females of this planet?"

"Fissioner, you won't get away with this!" roared the spirit covered in silver-white energy armor. (End of Chapter)