Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 222 Abe Nosuke's Revenge

"Be careful, madam."

"Kana be careful."

Just as the gun was extended, two shouts were heard.

Miyagi Xiangzi's face was filled with rage, and her eyes flashed with black light.

A faint black mist turned into a chain and wrapped around the hand holding the pistol.

At the same time, Miyagi Makoto grabbed Morisawa Reina and moved to the side.

The hand holding the pistol was slightly numb, and a red fist whizzed over and hit the arm holding the gun.

The red flames instantly ignited, the flames exploded, and the killer's entire arm and the gun burned violently.

"Fire Fist Xiaowu?" The killer holding the gun instantly showed up. He was a middle-aged white man with a bald head and wearing a white robe. He raised his left hand like a knife with no expression and chopped down his right hand that was surrounded by flames.

The stump of his right hand, holding a pistol, fell off with blood and was instantly burned into a black as charcoal by the continuous flames.

The white man pressed the wound on his right hand with his left hand, which was shining white. He glared at Xiao Wu at the door and said in Italian, "Who is she to you? Why are you here?"

Xiaowu slowly retracted his right fist, his body enveloped by a red aura. He spoke in a deep voice in Italian, "Why did the Priory come to Japan?"

The white man did not answer. He shook his white robe, exerted force with his legs, and with a "bang", he broke open the window next to him and jumped out.

Xiaowu rushed to the broken window and looked down.

I saw that the white man had already landed, holding his arm with his left hand, and shuttled through the streets, got into a car and drove away.

"Madam, are you okay?" Xiaowu said.

"I'm fine, Mr. Xiaowu." Morisawa Reina shook her head: "Thanks to you two."

Morisawa Reina looked at Miyagi Muko, who was hugging her and cowering in fear. "Muko, are you okay? I'm sorry, the killer was probably targeting me and got you into trouble."

"It's okay." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head, her face pale. "I was scared to death."

"Madam." "Madam." Immediately, two more old men rushed in and were frightened when they saw the scene.

If it weren't for Mr. Xiaowu, they wouldn't have discovered it until the lady was dead.

After being interrupted by the killer, I lost all interest in shopping.

"Mr. Xiaowu, where did you just say he was from?" After experiencing many life and death situations, Rena Morisawa's temperament has become more and more tough. She took a deep breath and asked.

"The Vatican Priory, a Catholic, I happen to know the one just now." Xiao Wu said.

"Why did the Catholics come to kill the lady?" one of the old men asked in surprise.

"It's probably something related to the underworld." Xiao Wu said, "The Italian Mafia has always been controlled by the Catholic Church."

"Italian Mafia? Let's go back." Rena Morisawa said calmly.

In the nanny car on the return trip.

Morisawa Reina held Miyagi Muko's hand with an apologetic look on her face: "Muko, when we get back later, I'll give you some money. Please leave now."

"Why?" Miyagi Makoto looked at Morisawa Rena in surprise.

"You just saw it. After all, I'm the wife of the Yamaguchi-gumi. There will probably be more and more of these things happening in the future." Morisawa Reina brushed away Miyagi Mukako's messy hair and said, "I don't want to implicate you."

"No, I'm not leaving." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head: "I want to stay with you."

"I don't want you to leave either, but you'll be in danger." Morisawa Reina sighed, "I used to just yearn to climb up, but then I realized the higher you go, the more dangerous it becomes."

"How about this. Kana, you should give up this position. It's too dangerous." Miyagi Xiangzi said sincerely.

"I can't." Morisawa Reina shook her head. "You haven't experienced the taste of power. That addictive, intoxicating feeling."

"With just one simple word, so many people risk their lives for you. With just one look, so many men grovel on the ground in fear. I'm used to it all. If I don't have it, I'd rather die than be an ordinary woman."

"What's more, the reason I'm still alive is because I'm still in this position."

"If one day I wanted to quit, even if I had the slightest thought, I would be dead immediately."

“Some things must be done to the end, and some roads can never be stopped once you start.”

"But, Xiangzi, you are different. You don't have to accompany me." Morisawa Reina sighed: "You still have a good life to go. There are many choices waiting for you, such as getting married, having children."

"A man who loves you and a happy family, these are the things we dreamed of when we were young girls. Don't worry, the money I give you is enough for you to live a peaceful and stable life."

"Just remember one thing. Don't gamble again after you leave. Promise me."

"No, I'm not leaving." Miyagi Xiangzi shook her head: "You also said that those are the things we longed for when we were young girls. You are not a girl now, and neither am I."

"You!" Morisawa Reina patted Miyagi Mukaiko's hand: "I won't force you, but if you want to leave, tell me anytime."

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Fang Zuo came to a couple hotel in Shibuya.

White screen windows, white walls.

Huge round bed.

Sakura Kurumi's long, slightly brown hair reached her waist and fell over her smooth back.

Wearing a small cotton vest and light yellow shorts.

She knelt with her two smooth and round legs spread out, and her hands supported between her legs.

Her skin shone in the light from the window.

The originally small and plump buttocks, in the prone sitting position, are desperately pushed out to form a plump and upturned shape.

Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, Yingkong Hutao turned her head, bounced her waist, and threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms.

Fang Zuo held Yingkong Hutao's buttocks with both hands, and the entry immediately overflowed from between his fingers.

This famous female policewoman of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Department is now the dream lover of the entire Japanese police force.

This woman can switch between single and double ponytails, and can be cute and cool at any time.

Under Fang Zuo's nourishment, the two buttocks began to move in a direction completely opposite to her own temperament.

It becomes more and more abnormally full and charming.

The buttocks are as white and tender as jade, just like a juicy peach, so ripe that it seems to be dripping with water.

Although it is not as plump as Abe no Suzuki, its fullness is not weaker at all.

"So slow." Yingkong Walnut bit Fang Zuo's shoulder, shaking her head like a mad little female cat, making a wild sound and slurring her words: "I told you to slow down, I told you to slow down."

Then he twisted his waist violently, driving the strength of his body, and the rotating force pushed Fang Zuo's body.

Fang Zuo did not resist and was carried down onto the soft bed by this force.

Yingkong Hutao sat astride Fang Zuo, loosened her mouth that was biting Fang Zuo, moved to Fang Zuo's ear, exhaled like orchid, and whispered softly: "Don't move, let me come."

After saying that, a pair of small hands unbuttoned Fang Zuo's shirt one by one.

He bent down, lowered his little head, and started from Fang Zuo's neck, leaving one tooth mark after another.

After biting down, the teeth are still grinding.

Then slowly move it down towards the chest.

Then continue down.

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at this time.

A luxury yacht in Tokyo, Japan, sets out from Tokyo Bay and heads towards the coast of Japan.

Not long after, the luxury yacht stopped next to a giant luxury yacht near the coast of Yokohama, Tokyo, Japan, and moved closer together.

"Prime Minister Yasuda." A white man, escorted by several bodyguards, stepped from one giant luxury yacht to another. "How is it? This yacht is quite nice, isn't it? I knew it was a gift for you. I personally placed the order and participated in the design."

"Don't call me Prime Minister, Mr. Zuckerberg," said former Japanese Prime Minister Yasuda. "I have resigned. Now, I am just an ordinary retired man."

"This yacht is indeed nice, but I can't afford it. Mr. Zuckerberg should take it back."

"No matter what, in our hearts, you're the Prime Minister of Japan. You're one of us," Zuckerberg said with a smile. Then his expression suddenly changed and he said coldly, "But you suddenly withdrew from the party leadership election and resigned as Prime Minister. Aren't you afraid of Yahweh's blame?"

"If Mr. Zuckerberg's meeting with me this time is a punishment from Yahweh, then I'm ready," Yasuda said solemnly, his head bowed. "If it weren't for Yahweh's redemption during my time studying in North America, I would have died long ago."

"If Yahweh needs my devotion, I am willing to return to him."

"But, although I am a Jew, I am still a Japanese. I have betrayed my race and done enough to betray them."

"I have passed so many bills, which is enough to ensure that Jewish groups can take deep roots in this island country of Japan."

"From now on, almost all of Japan's food, and even its food products, will gradually be devoured by the Jewish group."

"Excuse me, what else do you want me to do?"

"If you still want to blame me, then come on. I believe Yahweh will definitely forgive my resignation."

"Don't be like that, Mr. Yasuda. You're too nervous." Zuckerberg's solemn expression suddenly thawed, and he laughed: "I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

"You have always been a friend of us Jews and a faithful believer in Yahweh. This has never changed. Neither Yahweh nor the high priest has any intention of blaming you."

Zuckerberg walked over and patted Yasuda on the shoulder: "Relax!!"

"How is it, Mr. Yasuda? Is your retirement life comfortable? We have prepared a consultant position for you for a multinational corporation. You can choose any Jewish multinational corporation you want to work for."

"It's just a name to get paid. Don't worry, I won't let you do anything else."

"Thank you everyone." Yasuda shook his head: "No need, my current treatment is good enough."

"Don't kid yourself, Mr. Yasuda," Zuckerberg said. "The money you made as a former prime minister isn't even enough to cover the annual upkeep of your yacht. Besides, do I need to explain the losses your family business is suffering?"

Yasuda hesitated for a moment and sighed: "Thank you, Mr. Zuckerberg."

"That's right, Mr. Yasuda," Zuckerberg said with a smile. "We never treat our friends unfairly. At the same time, I bring the protection of Yahweh and the greetings of the high priest."

"From now on, wherever there are Jews in the world, you and your family will be able to receive help from Judaism."

"Praise the Lord, praise the high priest." Yasuda touched his chest and made a prayer gesture.

Zuckerberg took out the document and asked Yasuda to sign it. After the two discussed some specific matters, they parted ways. Zuckerberg returned to his giant luxury yacht and walked into the cabin.

The entire yacht's cabins are luxuriously decorated with five-star floors, solid wood furniture and matte white walls.

Various artworks and world famous paintings are displayed.

Zuckerberg sneered as he entered the cabin. "What prime minister? After leaving office, he'll be nothing more than a frail old man. What Greater East Asian God Clan? In this world, only the Jews are the chosen ones. All other races and religions are heretics."

"Oh, really? I don't agree." A faint voice came over.

"Who?" Zuckerberg shouted and turned his head suddenly.

A woman was standing in a dark corner of the cabin, reaching out her small hand to stroke a giant antelope in an iron cage beside her.

At the same time, several bodyguards outside the yacht rushed in, holding various guns and aiming at the woman.

"I strongly disagree with you, Mr. Zuckerberg." The woman kept stroking the eland's neck in the dark.

Sexy voice.

Zuckerberg's eyes narrowed into a straight line.

His own pet, the Etopolsky eland, is Israel's mascot.

This animal is known for its ferocity and aggressiveness. It has extremely high combat power and dares to crash into even steel torrents like tanks, and will not stop until it dies.

This male Etopolski's eland has followed me across the ocean and visited several countries, and this month is its mating season.

Because of his bad temper, even Zuckerberg was afraid to get close to him and had to lock him in an iron cage.

But the once aggressive eland is now as docile as a kitten. It is so docile in the hands of this woman that it almost meows.

"Who are you?" Zuckerberg said in a deep voice.

"The Etopolski eland is a protected species. It's forbidden to bring it into Japan, let alone keep it in captivity." The woman didn't answer. Her small hand continued to caress the eland and she said, "This is a crime, Mr. Zuckerberg."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little hand that was stroking the antelope's neck gently pinched it.

'Crack' the sound of bones breaking.

The Etopolski's eland collapsed to the ground without even making a sound.

His eyes widened, his body trembled and then gradually became stiff.

"I've eliminated the evidence for you, Mr. Zuckerberg. How are you going to thank me?" Along with the voice, the woman walked out of the darkness enchantingly in high heels.

'Da Da Da'.

The high heels made a rhythmic sound on the wooden floor.

A small face with European and American makeup first caught Zuckerberg's eye.

Long wavy hair, bright red lips, and two simple copper earrings hanging on her earlobes.

Then, the upper body also walked into the light.

She wore a one-piece high-necked black lace miniskirt and a light gold jacket.

Then, the lower body began to brighten.

Under the short skirt is a pair of black hip-hugging stockings, wrapped around the wine glass-shaped beautiful legs.

The huge and plump buttocks are hidden in the lace skirt, which is both raised and tilted, and the slight trembling drives the skirt as she walks in black high-heeled ankle boots.

The woman sat down on the white leather sofa in the middle of the cabin, her huge crotch hidden in the sponge.

A pair of plump wine glass thighs are raised, and the honey-colored skin stretches out the black stockings, with a shiny sexiness.

It makes people want to reach out and feel the silky smoothness.

"Abe no Suzuki, it's you!!!" Zuckerberg's face was gloomy.

This crazy woman came here not just to talk to me.

"Mr. Zuckerberg, we, the Greater East Asian God Clan, are not heretics." Abe Nojaku said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Zuckerberg said in a deep voice.

"I was just passing by and saw an unregistered yacht near the coast of Japan, so I came aboard to take a look." Abe Nosuke looked up at the cabin's decor. "Mr. Zuckerberg has excellent taste, but sailing an unregistered yacht into Japanese waters is a crime. As a member of the Japanese parliament, I have a responsibility to intervene."

Mr. Zuckerberg sneered: "Abe no Que, stop beating around the bush and just say what you want."

"Oh, nothing," Abe said. "You, Monsanto, used Prime Minister Yasuda, a fake Japanese but real Jew, to pass so many laws and sell so many genetically modified seeds at high prices. I'm here to get some of the money back on behalf of the Japanese people."

"Hehe, Abe Nosuke, you are not willing to accept that we plotted to kill your brother." Zuckerberg said with a sneer.

"No, no, I'm definitely going to kill him. It doesn't matter if I accept it or not." Abe Noque slowly stood up. "It's just that when I do business with others, I don't like to split the profits 50-50. I have to take the lion's share. What's more, I don't like it even more when they keep secrets from me."

"Abe Nosuke, I know you can bite people, but if you came here to kill me, then you are thinking too much." Zuckerberg took off the necklace hanging on his chest.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the middle of the cabin.

The light instantly expanded and turned into a light gate.

The light door opened, and a white-haired old man wearing a black robe and a small black hat walked out.

"Greetings, Sir Sigmund." Zuckerberg touched his chest and bowed to the white-haired old man.

"What happened, Zuckerberg?" The white-haired old man called Sigmund looked at the environment in the cabin, looked at Abe Nosuke, and said with frowned white eyebrows.

"One of the four great Jewish rabbis? Sigmund? I didn't expect such a reward. I was originally reluctant to make this trip, but it's really great!!!" Abe Noque's smile widened. "Old man, you came to the coast of Japan without even applying for a visa. This is also a crime."

"Who is she?" Sigmund was stunned. Feeling the rising aura of Abe Noque, a solemn expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

"She's Abe Nosuke, Her Excellency Sigmund," Zuckerberg said. "The Japanese parliamentarian."

"Is it her?" Sigmund stretched out his right hand, and a curved cane appeared in his hand. He chanted loudly: "May there be no darkness in our world!!!"

A huge white light shield descended from the sky, covering the entire luxury yacht.

Abe Nosuke and Sigmund appeared at the same time on a platform of white light.

"My child, Yahweh is calling you, and you just came here on your own." Sigmund sneered, holding up his right staff: "May we no longer be complacent!!!"

A huge amount of energy filled Sigmund's whole body.

Sigmund's whole body was glowing white, and his left hand was pressing towards Abe Noque.

An extremely brilliant snow-white light suddenly lit up.

It was like a huge light source comparable to the sun, with bright and strong light bursting out violently, rushing towards Abe No Suku, swallowing up everything it touched.

Suddenly.

A white ball of light burst out from the spot where Abe no Suzuka was standing, illuminating the entire space.

[Shikigami: Suzaku]

A chirping sound was heard.

A huge Vermilion Bird appeared, soaring into the sky, instantly bursting the white ball of light. It leaped into the air, and countless red feathers shot towards Sigmund like a meteor shower.

“May we submit to authority!!!”

Sigmund intoned.

The entire space seemed to be imprisoned, and countless red feathers transformed into meteor showers stopped moving.

“May we accept equality!!!”

Another high-pitched shout.

The Vermillion Bird disappeared along with the meteor shower.

The entire space seemed as if nothing had happened, and only Abenazaki and Sigmund were left.

"I know that your Japanese Onmyoji relies on Shikigami, but, in my world, your Shikigami are useless!!!" Sigmund said mockingly.

"Oh? Really?" Abe Noja took off the light golden coat that was draped over his body, threw it casually, and disappeared into space.

She revealed her smooth shoulders, her massive hips shifted slightly, and her right leg tilted sideways.

Suddenly, the muscles of the long legs wrapped in black stockings tensed, and the lines became extremely fit and sexy.

The breath burst out violently.

Six huge auras rose into the sky behind him.

The little world is on the verge of collapse.

[Shikigami: Azure Dragon] [Shikigami: Teng Snake] [Shikigami: White Tiger] [Shikigami: Suzaku] [Shikigami: Taiyin] [Shikigami: Black Tortoise]

Each of the Six Paths Shikigami transformed into a body of more than ten meters, leaping in the space with fangs and claws bared.

Lock Sigmund tightly.

"How... How is this possible? How can you have so many Shikigami?" Beads of sweat broke out on Sigmund's forehead.

It’s not like he hasn’t fought with Japanese Onmyoji before.

In his experience, a Yin Yang magician has one Shikigami, and with the Shikigami's spiritual tools, there are only two Shikigami.

But this Abe No Suku can summon six Shikigami at will, and each one is extremely powerful.

Each one has an aura condensed over hundreds of years.

"Old man, remember to get a visa and take a plane next time you come to Japan." Abe Noque's face showed a mocking expression, and then as if remembering something, he shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, you have no future, go serve your Yahweh!!"

In Sigmund's eyes, six different colors filled this small world and then rushed towards him.

"Wish we could stay here longer!!!" Sigmund raised his staff unwillingly, but before he could finish the last word, he was annihilated in six rays of light of different colors.

Zuckerberg sat in the cabin and drank red wine leisurely.

Sigmund is one of the four remaining rabbis of Judaism.

The other three are now on the battlefield.

With his help, Zuckerberg didn't believe that Abe Nosuke could come out of his little world alive.

(End of this chapter)