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

Then he mechanically walked to the open kitchen and turned on the toaster.

Nowadays.

Today, she will face her younger brother who is about to be born.

Today, she will face her own end.

After Hojo Sakura refused to frame herself.

foreseeable.

After this court hearing, there was no new evidence to support the verdict.

The jury will find Governor Miura not guilty based on the principle of giving the benefit of the doubt to the defendant, and Governor Miura will get rid of the corpses in the backyard.

He was then convicted of attempted murder.

And this is a small crime.

It is even possible that under the manipulation of public opinion and the operation of lawyer Irene, the charge will be attributed to mental abnormality caused by the death of his father.

After winning the sympathy of the jury, you can regain your freedom by paying some money.

After all, Governor Miura is the eldest son of the Miura family, as long as he has the status of a university professor.

You can continue to teach your own judicial students.

The elders of the Miura family will still support him.

And I...not only will I lose everything I have now, but I may also have to face revenge from my own brother.

Masami Miura kept thinking about his miserable end.

Until the bread machine made a ding sound.

She just came back to her senses.

But he found that his chest was already wet.

It was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

The meat is shiny and glossy.

Her bra was soaked with sweat from fear and stuck tightly to her skin.

Miura Masami took a deep breath.

Slowly took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom with his head lowered.

There must be a way.

She told herself.

must.....

I don't want to die yet...

------

Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in Fang Zuo's arms, holding his mobile phone and carefully looking at the marching route of the Japanese Self-Defense Force on the map.

There were no surprises on all other routes on the map, and the first port arrived at was the South Sudan military port.

There is only one suspicious point.

I stayed in the waters near Fukushima Prefecture for so long.

A Hyuga-class light aircraft carrier.

Three Osumi-class landing ships.

More than 2,000 Japanese peacekeeping troops stayed in the waters near the Fukushima nuclear power plant for ten days.

unusual.

Absolutely abnormal.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu looking at the map absentmindedly.

"I feel something is amiss." Shiraishi Nagimitsu tapped the map. "Why has this unit stayed here for so long?"

"Do you suspect it's related to the Fukushima nuclear power plant?" Fukushima is such a big thing, even if Fang Zuo doesn't care much about other things, he knows about it.

"Ah."

"Just look at the time and you'll know if it's right?" Fang Zuo reminded.

"I'm watching." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled charmingly, sat in the man's arms, tilted her face upwards, and gently kissed his lower left chin.

We thought of the same thing.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the old news and reviewed the time when the Fukushima nuclear power plant accident occurred.

2011 3 Month 11 Day.

Let’s look at the time of the Japanese peacekeeping force.

2011年3月12日出发，然后在2011年3月13日折返到福岛核电站附近海域。

After waiting for 12 days, I left on March 3th.

"It seems they are related." Fang Zuo said, "It can't be such a coincidence."

"Well, unless the Ministry of Defense requests this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force to participate in the rescue of the nuclear power plant." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head after saying this, denying his own idea: "Impossible, there is no reason to command these warships to rescue. The military port there is far away and it is not easy to land."

"With the time available, it would be sufficient to simply order a Ground Self-Defense Force unit from a nearby military camp to rush to the scene of the accident."

"Although I don't understand politics, I've seen you deal with so much of the mess in Japanese politics. If this peacekeeping force succeeds, your politicians will probably jump out to claim credit," Fang Zuo said.

"If there's no news claiming credit, then it definitely has nothing to do with aid."

"You're absolutely right. Furthermore, those guys will definitely be on the news at their own expense, buying TV stations to run ticker tapes for a month." Shiraishi Nagihiru smiled, covering her mouth. "This is a great opportunity to attract public attention."

"Why don't you run for election too? You have a Japanese identity, and with your skills, you'll definitely be able to quickly become prime minister."

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and whispered in Shiraishi Nagi's ear, "What do you mean by prime minister? Aren't you the future female prime minister? Just take the position..."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned around shyly and bit the man's neck lightly.

She immediately realized that something was wrong with the man, and twisted her waist to beg for mercy, and rubbed her soft and plump buttocks backwards: "Master, I can't take it anymore, please spare me..."

But the pair of big hands had already left the position of fiddling, and moved down with five fingers to support the rippling buttocks and picked her up.

"Why did it stay there for more than ten days?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said breathlessly, lying on Fang Zuo's chest.

I didn't want to move even a finger, only my brain was still working rapidly.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu struggled to take the phone and repeatedly looked at the information about the peacekeeping force.

[A Hyuga-class light aircraft carrier.]

[Three Osumi-class landing ships.]

Shiraishi Nagi's mind suddenly lit up.

Lie up.

"Have you thought of a clue?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No, but I thought of a family that might know some clues." Shiraishi Nagi lowered her red lips and kissed the man's chest lightly: "This family is still subservient to you. It was you who asked them to come to me..."

Fang Zuo was stunned for a moment, then remembered that this was indeed the case. The women in that family were extremely coquettish and had huge appetites. "That... Bai Huizi?"

Shiraishi Nagiko nodded. "Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, owned by the Iwasaki family, is responsible for almost all of Japan's warship manufacturing. I wonder if these ships were built by them. If so, perhaps they have some way to get some clues."

After saying that, she picked up her phone and called Bai Huizi.

Since Iwasaki Jinto is old and often sleeps, in order not to affect things, Momoe usually acts as the middleman.

"Hello, Councillor Shiraishi, is there anything the Iwasaki family can help you with?" Bai Huizi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I want to ask you something." Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not explain the cause and effect, but only asked if there was any way to know the situation of the fleet.

"Yes, but it will take time to verify whether they were manufactured by our shipyard." Bai Huizi nodded and said, "These warships are repaired and maintained by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries. Finding the data recorded by the cameras inside should not be difficult."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then." Shiraishi Nagi nodded: "This matter needs to be kept confidential, don't reveal it to anyone."

"Of course, Councillor Shiraishi, don't worry. After I locate those warships and engineers, I'll personally monitor this matter." Bai Huizi said affirmatively on the other end of the phone. Suddenly, she paused and asked hesitantly, "Is that... that gentleman with you?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu glanced at Fang Zuo, and seeing that he had no objection, he replied, "Yes, by my side."

"Councilor Shiraishi, please tell that gentleman... can you... can you spare some time to teach me about Yin-Yang magic..." Bai Huizi's tone was a little intermittent.

"I'll pass it on..." Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered readily.

After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagimitsu lay down her plump body again.

"Carry me to take a shower, and then we'll go see Yui..." Shiraishi Nagi said, "It's okay today, let's just go like this, Shiraishi Mei isn't here..."

Fang Zuo was a little surprised. This follower had never missed a single day, but today the sun rose from the west.

"She's gone with Makie to take care of some things. When she's done, she'll join us to visit Yui."

"Mahie?"

"The bodyguard who doesn't want money!"

"Oh!" Fang Zuo suddenly realized.

------

In the principal's office of a junior high school in the suburbs of Tokyo.

At this moment, Mei Shiraishi was sitting on a stool nearby.

Ma Feihui confronted several fierce women.

The girl was so scared that she hid behind Ma Feihui, her eyes red with a look of both grievance and fear.

His body was trembling slightly.

These boys took advantage of their parents being school trustees and bullied them at school for a long time.

Not only themselves, but many children from ordinary families have been bullied by them.

The four boys opposite were standing next to their mother and making faces.

A defiant look that showed no fear at all.

Ma Feihui was so angry that her beautiful face turned red.

Inside the drooping black suit sleeves.

Ten slender fingers emitted a faint red glow, and then she retracted them.

She had never suffered such injustice before.

He was surrounded and taught a lesson by a group of old women and a few little undead guys.

If I wasn't afraid of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department coming to find me...

If the doctor hadn't disappeared for so long, I would still be following Councillor Shiraishi...

If I wasn't afraid of causing trouble for the little girl...

He had already waved his hands and killed the people in front of him, their children, and this damn high school principal.

And this damn middle school.

They cut it into powder with their fingertips.

Then, all this garbage was stuffed into the mouth of the swallowing demon, turned into feces, and excreted into the muddy swamp.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Please tell me again." Ma Feihui took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and pointed at the fat middle-aged woman in the middle: "You just said you are the director of this middle school, right? Explain it to me again..."

The fat middle-aged woman sneered and stepped forward: "How many times do I have to say it?"

"According to the Japanese Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology's [School Safety Equipment Classification Standards], the mechanical pencil my child uses is classified as a safety device if the lead length is 2mm or less. So, my child was just joking with her when he poked her with this thing."

The middle-aged fat woman touched a fat boy next to her and said: "This matter is not considered school bullying at all. If you insist that you hurt her, you can take this girl to get a medical examination."

"That's right." Another thin woman came over. "Skipping ropes for physical education are also included in the [School Safety Equipment Classification Standards] and are classified as Class A free equipment. My child simply got tangled with her while skipping with her, but how did this escalate to the level of school bullying?"

"It's just kids playing around. Our kids are all... all... kids from Tokyo's upper class..."

The thin woman paused guiltily.

How could a child from the upper class end up in this suburban school?