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

"And as far as I know, the owner behind Norfolk Southern is none other than the President of the United States who is about to step down."

Miura Masami stood up, his back to Hojo Sakura, and looked out the window at the enchanting night view of Tokyo. He took a long sip of red wine and said in a deep voice, "Even... five environmental consultants hired by the residents died in a plane crash on their way to Ohio for inspection..."

Miura Masami turned around and looked at Hojo Sakurano, smiled bitterly and said, "How can I not worry about such a vicious opponent..."

"There's also a case where a Boeing employee sued the company. This veteran Boeing employee had a massive amount of evidence of shoddy workmanship and quality control, and he filed a lawsuit against Boeing..."

"The evidence is almost irrefutable. Even if Boeing can clear itself of some of the charges, it will still face hefty fines..."

"But shortly after being questioned by Boeing's lawyers, the veteran employee committed suicide in his truck..."

"That lawyer...is also Erin Hayes..."

"How can I not be worried about an opponent like this?"

Miura Masami shook his head and sighed.

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think." Hojo Sakura met Miura Masami's gaze, slowly raised her glass and took a sip of red wine. After a while, she said, "This is Tokyo after all. Irene Hayes doesn't have that much power."

"Many of her methods are useless here..."

"Yes, maybe you're right, but even if there's a slight chance, I can't lose." A blush rose on Miura Masami's pale face. "My brother absolutely cannot be acquitted... It was me who exposed him."

"If he's guilty, then I'm a hero. I can naturally take over the Miura family's century-long judicial layout."

"If he is acquitted, then I will be the one who almost destroyed their interests. My brother and the entire Miura family will take away everything from me."

"My identity, my status, my reputation..."

"Perhaps, the next time you see her, it will be Miura Masami, who has committed suicide somewhere and has nothing left..."

"Although, I would never commit suicide..."

Miura Masami held her hand tightly...

"Tomorrow...I must not lose!!"

Chapter 323: The New President of America, Abe Haruaki

Inside the Vatican.

The 266th Pope of the Catholic Church, the elderly Francis I, sat in a wheelchair with a very bad look on his face: "So that damn President Trump doesn't even plan to let us Catholics go to Washington to attend the speech ceremony?

"Yes, Your Holiness," a cardinal whispered. "Not only us, but not a single sitting European leader has been invited."

The previous President Washington Biden was the second Catholic in American history, in order to support his re-election.

The Vatican has put in a lot of effort in both money and connections.

A lot of money was spent to cure his illness, but he still couldn't defeat Trump.

"Trump himself is a Protestant, and his wife is Jewish. They obviously don't like us Catholics very much. This behavior is predictable," the cardinal said.

"Especially during the election, we put a lot of obstacles in his way. I'm afraid he's holding a grudge against us now..."

Pope Francis I was about to speak when an attendant came over with a phone: "Your Holiness, there's a response from Tokyo... They're actively requesting a connection..."

Francis I nodded and took the phone.

After connecting.

The face of his illegitimate daughter, Caitlin Palacios, appeared on his phone.

She was lying in a hospital bed.

His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he looked very weak.

"What's going on, Caitlin? Where have you been?" Pope Francis I said in a deep voice, "The Kingdom of Heaven has suffered heavy losses, and oracles are constantly questioning your whereabouts."

"I've been in a coma since I was kidnapped from Heaven by that murderer." Caitlin replied in a low voice: "Your Holiness, I just woke up..."

"Who is he? Where's the other one? Heaven is looking for her... She's very important!" Pope Francis I said, "She has a prototype model of the Zealot within her body, which will be very useful for Heaven's subsequent development of Zealots..."

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, I don't know anything. I asked the doctor, and he said a Japanese man found me lying in the park and sent me to the hospital. Cough... cough..." Caitlin coughed violently a few times.

"He called the police, and soon after, the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau Director Masakura Sora Kurumi, who was in charge of my contact, came to the hospital and took me in..."

"Is that so? Who is the murderer? Don't you have any information at all?"

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness. After I caught the fanatic, he rushed in during the space transmission..."

"Forget it, have a good rest... After all, Heaven recognizes you for bringing back the fanatics. At least you have made a contribution..." Pope Francis I frowned and said:

"After you recover, continue searching for news about the Zealot prototype and the Messiah in Tokyo."

"Where's the Holy Light Coordinate Stone? Is it still there?"

"Yes, Your Holiness, it's inside me." Caitlin nodded with difficulty.

"Very good. I will inform you when the space anchor point of the Kingdom of Heaven reopens..." Pope Francis I said, "Rest well."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and fell into deep thought...

"Your Holiness?" asked the cardinal next to him.

"Go, send someone to Tokyo to investigate the hospital and find the Japanese who sent her there to see if Caitlin lied." Pope Francis I rubbed his brow and said:

"Although Caitlin did achieve her goal, the killer who suddenly appeared was too powerful and destroyed half of the Heavenly Kingdom's war weapons..."

"The Lord... is very angry..."

"Yes...I'll do it right away..." the cardinal responded.

Caitlin, who was far away in the ward at the University of Tokyo Hospital, saw the screen go black and quickly turned her head to the side, looking at Fang Zuo leaning against the wall:

"Owner!!"

There was a look of seeking credit on his face.

"Well done!" Fang Zuo walked over and stroked Caitlin's face with the back of his hand. "But, your father doesn't seem to care about you at all? He didn't even ask about your injury..."

The back of the big hand gently touched the white hairs on her smooth skin.

This is a typical feature of Eastern Europeans: fair skin, deep facial features, but also a lot of body hair.

"Hmm~~!" Caitlin's face flushed bright red, and like a female cat, she rubbed her face against the big hand comfortably. "He has many illegitimate children, so why would he care about an illegitimate daughter like me who has no background or status."

"He would have even left me to fend for myself if I hadn't climbed up the ranks to become an officer of the Italian Armed Police..."

There was an icy tone in Caitlin's words.

"Ah!" Suddenly my chest felt cold and then warm.

I was held tightly, and a hint of pain mixed with intense excitement spread throughout my body.

Just as Caitlin was about to make a sound, the big hand retracted.

The nails scraped.

hiss.

Caitlin gasped.

"Just have a good rest. The most important thing is that if the space anchor point of heaven is opened, notify me immediately." Fang Zuo said.

"I understand, Master!" Caitlin nodded.

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The White House in Washington, D.C., North America.

"Long live the Trump family!!!"

Dozens of glasses clinked together.

Today is a family gathering for the family of incoming President Trump.

Of course, such a gathering would definitely require inviting a few friends and family members.

Elon Musk, who has become increasingly close to President Trump recently, was naturally invited.

"Elon, you're a genius! In just a few hours, our Trump family's wealth has multiplied several times over what three generations have accumulated!" President Trump affectionately put his arm around Elon Musk's shoulders.

"Even if you asked me to move my whole family to Mars right now, I would agree!!"

The Trump family is in a very good mood today, even better than when the President of the United States was elected.

At the suggestion of Elon Musk, President Trump and his wife Melania each issued their own digital currency.

Now, with Trump elected as the president of the United States, the couple's electronic currency has instantly risen to tens of billions of dollars.

In just a dozen days, the net worth of President Trump's entire family has increased by 400%.

"Mr. President, you can't act so quickly, or the electronics market will crash," Elon Musk warned.

"I understand. I'll have my three sons take care of this." President Trump smiled and patted Elon Musk on the shoulder. "As a promise to you, the first document I'll sign after taking office will list the genders in the United States as male and female only."

"Thank you, Mr. President." Elon Musk's face was happy, but then turned a little ugly.

He thought of his son who had broken off relations with him, left the family and become feminine.

These damn manipulators manipulated the gender issue, came up with thirty-six genders, and caused themselves to lose their sons.

There is a guy who is neither human nor ghost.

Trump is firmly opposed to gender diversity, which is one of the reasons why he helps President Trump.

Only he promised himself to restore normal relations with the United States.

Perhaps in this situation, I can still see my son return to the family in my lifetime...

"Father..." A middle-aged man walked over.

Donald Trump Jr.

"Dear Donald Jr., what's wrong?" President Trump said, holding up his glass. "Where's your glass? Why do you look so unhappy? Aren't you happy for President Trump's family?"

"No, father." Donald Trump Jr. shook his head and said, "Several former presidents have issued statements saying they will not attend your inauguration ceremony."

"I thought it was something, Donald Jr." President Trump laughed. "Don't worry, they will come. They are just testing my attitude towards the Jewish and Anglo-Saxon forces..."

"These guys were tied to the chariot by the Jews, and some of them couldn't get off... They were afraid that I would completely fall to the side of those old guys from Anza..."

"So what are you going to do, Dad?" asked Donald Trump Jr.

"Of course we don't want to offend anyone, my son." President Trump shook his head. "We are businessmen. This has its advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that those super political families and the Anza family look down on us and think we are upstarts."

"The good thing is that we businessmen never take only one side. Everyone is our customer... Remember everyone..."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" President Trump's beloved daughter Ivanka walked over in a little dress.

She is tall and has flowing blonde hair.

"It's okay, my child. You did a great job, too." President Trump hugged his daughter and said approvingly, "You acted very well during that time and successfully won over that Jewish group."

"Dad, this is what I should do." Ivanka walked to President Trump and whispered a few words in his ear.

President Trump was stunned: "Why is that old guy here..."

"Elon, I'm sorry to bother you. We have an uninvited guest." After greeting Elon Musk, President Trump turned and walked towards the study.

When I opened the door, I saw the Protestant Pope sitting in the study, leaning on his cane, with a bad look on his face.

"Your Excellency, on behalf of the Almighty God, I congratulate you on becoming the new president of the United States." The Pope said, making the sign of the cross.

"Your Holiness is so polite... Please take a seat..." President Trump said with a smile on his face.

"No need, Mr. President. I'd like to ask you why you're letting the Jewish people speak first at the upcoming inauguration ceremony," the Pope said gravely. "This goes against past protocol. Of the three religious figures who should be speaking, the Protestant should be first."

"So His Holiness the Pope is here for this matter." President Trump continued with a smile, "I understand what the Pope means. As Protestant Christians, we naturally cannot let the power of Judaism and Catholicism overshadow us..."

President Trump continued, "Don't worry, although I gave priority to the Jewish people, we Protestants still have a pastor who will give a speech..."

"Pastor?" The Pope was stunned.

I have not received any report that any pastor will attend the presidential inauguration ceremony.

"He is a very young priest. His name is Lorenzo Seville. I think you should have heard of his name." President Trump said with a smile.

"Is it...him?" The Pope looked strange.

Of course he had heard of this pastor named Lorenzo Seville.

He was originally just a street thug, but by chance he became a pastor in Washington.

He actually made a name for himself in Washington's upper class society with his eloquence.