People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and thanked him.

Don't forget to pay tribute to everyone for their hard work.

Wait until several special investigation department police officers leave.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu closed the hotel door and sorted out his luggage.

A sneer.

Which congressman set this trap for himself?

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Fang Zuo arrived above the Meiji Shrine.

Expand your divine consciousness.

Countless incense sticks of faith poured in from all over Japan.

Then it gathered above Meiji Jingu Shrine.

have to say.

These island nations still have very pure beliefs.

These incense sticks were divided into dozens of strands and flew towards their targets in different shrines in Meiji Jingu Shrine.

Before the incense fell.

Fang Zuo waved his big hand.

A huge golden palm grabbed all the incense sticks.

Put it in your arms.

Huh?

Fang Zuo suddenly discovered that there was actually a small force that was also grabbing the incense in the sky.

It turns out there are people doing the same job as me.

The difference is that he just snatched them all away.

This small force,

Like a mouse in front of a giant cake.

Slowly scrape off a little butter with your little claws.

Then run away quickly.

Fang Zuo looked in the direction the rat escaped.

In the basement of a huge villa.

It seems that this Japanese guy has some courage.

He even dares to steal things belonging to his own gods.

Fang Zuo didn't bother to care about Japan's mess and just left.

Move on to the next goal.

At this time the phone rang.

Yingkong Kurumi called via video.

After Fang Zuo connected.

For the first time ever, Sakura Kurumi was not at the police station, but in her own small apartment.

Wearing a large black T-shirt.

With a plain little face.

There is a natural blush on her plump face.

He Fangzuo waved his hands excitedly.

"Bad guy, I did a great thing. How do you want to praise me? You will definitely be happy after hearing it. I promise."

Chapter 124: Political Black Money Trap

Shiraishi Nagimitsu came to the Special Investigation Department of the Japanese Inspection Agency in Gunma Prefecture.

An old five-story building.

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by police officers.

"Councilor Shiraishi, it's really you. Please follow me."

The young police officer was very excited and led the way. He would occasionally look back and signal to secretly look at this beautiful female politician.

She was wearing a Chanel-style jacket with a white-collar uniform skirt underneath, and a pair of long legs wrapped in black silk stockings with soft lines.

Wearing black high heels.

The sound of "thump thump thump" echoed in the empty corridor of the Supervisory Office.

Hold your head high.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

As expected, Councillor Shiraishi is as beautiful as on TV, no, even more beautiful than on TV, and her figure is even more invincible.

The police officers in the surrounding glass offices came out one after another and greeted Shiraishi Nagimitsu as if they were welcoming a big star.

The office corridor, which had been empty just now, was now packed with police officers.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around and bowed deeply to the ordinary police officers gathered in the back: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard. Thank you, Councillor Shiraishi, you've worked hard."

"Yes, thank you Councillor Shiraishi for your proposal in the first half of the year. This has given us an additional high temperature subsidy."

"Yes, Councillor Shiraishi, don't worry about coming here. We all believe that you are innocent."

"Yes, can you sign for me?" A police officer rushed up and handed a marker to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Of course." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned and looked the young male police officer up and down: "But, where is your autograph book?"

"Just sign my shirt." The police officer quickly pulled the hem of the shirt out of his police pants and pulled it straight.

"idiot."

"What a cunning fellow."

"I want one too. Please sign one for me."

"And me, and me."

"Sign my face, sign my face."

"What are you doing? You bastards!" The office door at the end of the corridor opened, and Noda Yukifusa, the top officer of the Special Investigation Department, walked out. His face was livid and he shouted, "This is law enforcement. You are law enforcement officers. Are you attending a fan meeting now? Get back to work, everyone! Baka!"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu made an apologetic face at the police officers.

At the invitation of Yukifusa Noda, I walked into the office.

"Mr. Shiraishi, please take a seat." Noda Yukifusa made a gesture of invitation.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and nodded, took off his coat, and sat opposite Noda Yukifusa.

"Councilor Shiraishi, would you like tea or coffee?"

"Cafe."

Noda Yukifusa's secretary hurriedly brought a cup of coffee.

"Councilor Shiraishi, on behalf of these police officers, I would like to thank you for your proposal. This high temperature subsidy will greatly boost the morale of the police force."

Noda Yukifusa cleared his throat and continued, "But the reason I asked you to come here this time is to get Councillor Shiraishi to honestly explain the political donations. We have reliable information that you have seriously underreported the funds you raised for your political activities."

"Under the Political Funds Control Act, failing to report political donations is a serious offense." Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at Noda Yukifusa calmly. "I believe Mr. Noda has checked my account based on the so-called reliable information and found no major problems. Otherwise, I would be escorted to Tokyo right now, wouldn't I?"

Noda Yukifune looked at the beautiful woman opposite him. This kind of scaring trick was a bit unnecessary for a smart person.

He picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water with a little embarrassment.

"The intelligence revealed some of your recent advertising and personal expenses, as well as various charitable donations. The total amount far exceeds the registered assets you declared. Even if you add the political funds you reported, it is still far from enough." Noda Yukifusa said.

"So, you're guessing that there were omissions in the political donations I reported, right?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu gently tucked her long hair.

"Yes." Noda Yukifusa nodded and said, "If Councillor Shiraishi can't explain this matter clearly, I'm afraid he will still have to go to the Tokyo Special Investigation Department headquarters to explain."

"Fortunately, I explained it clearly." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

Then he took out a thick stack of lists from the briefcase beside him, placed it on the desk and pushed it towards Noda Yukifusa.

"Here are some of my sources of funds. I have detailed receipts and various certificates. I believe this can resolve your doubts."

Noda Yukifusa took it and handed it to the secretary beside him.

"Any other questions, Mr. Noda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up the coffee and took a small sip.

"The reason why we asked Congressman Shiraishi to come here temporarily is just because of this matter." Noda Yukifusa shook his head and said.

"Then I can leave now?"

"anytime."

"If I want to finish this cup of coffee before leaving, Mr. Noda won't chase me away, right?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu tilted his head slightly and said with a smile.

What a charming and exquisite woman.

Her style, appearance and figure are all the best.

And most importantly, extremely smart.

A woman's ultimate intelligence lies in being smart when she should be smart, and being stupid when she should be stupid.

Noda Yukifune sighed in his heart as he looked at Shiraishi Nagiko opposite him.

"How is that possible? Congressman Shiraishi likes the coffee here. I couldn't be happier. You can come and drink it whenever you want in the future." Noda Yukifusa said with a smile.

"Then let's drink less." Shiraishi Nagimitsu took another sip of coffee and said, "I have a question. Can Mr. Noda answer it for me?"

"what is the problem?"

"Is this political donation incident directed at me alone, or at the entire Japanese political arena?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Noda Yukifusa was stunned, picked up the water cup and took a sip without saying anything.

"If confidentiality is required, Mr. Noda is not required to answer."

"Actually, the media will know it soon, so there's no need to keep it secret." Noda Yukifusa looked at the woman opposite with approval.

Such high political acumen.

"The Inspectorate uncovered a small-scale political corruption scandal. They already have preliminary evidence, and the Inspectorate has decided to gradually expand this operation to the entire political arena."

"A small-scale organization?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu fell into deep thought, then said, "Can you tell me which small-scale organization it is?"

"Well..." Noda Yukifusa hesitated and said, "Congressman Shiraishi should wait and see the news, if the Inspectorate announces it."

"Hongchi Club?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly said.

Noda Yukifusa said nothing and shook his head.

But the expression and actions already let Shiraishi Nagimitsu know the result.

The Hongchi Club is a non-governmental organization among the members of parliament.

The members are all councillors with good relationships.

This ancient civil parliamentary organization has produced several prime ministers.

It can be said to be some kind of informal, small-scale political alliance.

Who is so generous as to drag the entire Hongchi Association into this?

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and thought carefully.

Suddenly a name came to mind.

Abe is a bird.