Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 223 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Methods

Zuckerberg took a sip of the red wine in his hand and felt the sea breeze outside the window, feeling extremely comfortable.

‘Click’.

A light golden coat suddenly fell from the air.

It landed on the wooden floor of the cabin.

Zuckerberg turned his head and recognized that it was the coat that Abe Noja was wearing.

"Ah."

Zuckerberg scoffed disdainfully.

Abe is a bird.

Japan's most powerful and famous female parliamentarian died so easily.

Originally, they had planned to wait until the war was over before Judaism would cause trouble for her, but they didn't expect that she would come to them on her own initiative.

Zuckerberg picked up the light gold jacket, and a mixture of perfume and female hormone body odor rushed into Zuckerberg's nostrils.

He took a deep breath, and the strong feminine scent immediately made the blood in his lower body stir.

This female congresswoman may not have a face or breasts as beautiful as Shiraishi Nagimitsu, but her plump buttocks are the attraction of all men who know women well.

Zuckerberg sighed regretfully.

It's such a pity that he died like this.

I should have spared her life so I could have a taste of what it's like.

"Does it smell good?" A faint mocking voice came from behind.

Zuckerberg turned his head in disbelief, only to see Abe Noja standing sideways with her shoulders bare and a lady's cigarette elegantly held in her right hand.

Sexy red lips spit out small eye circles.

"How is that possible?" Zuckerberg looked at this woman in shock, who made him excited just by the body odor on her coat.

It was like a basin of sub-zero ice water, pouring over him from head to toe, instantly washing away his desires.

"Sir Sigmund actually..." Zuckerberg felt a chill in his heart.

The fact that Abe Nosuke was able to come out of his little world unscathed says it all.

Another of Israel's four great rabbis has died.

I knew this woman was powerful, but I didn't know she was so powerful.

Abe Nosuke looked at Zuckerberg holding his coat with disgust and frowned slightly.

The pale golden coat burst into flames with a whoosh, and the man was so frightened that he quickly dropped the coat.

"Kneel down, kneel down and I will forgive you." Abe Noja sat back on the sofa, with a smile on his face, and said softly.

Zuckerberg looked at this charming woman, and the fear in his heart grew stronger.

He gritted his teeth and knelt on the wooden floor with a thump.

"Hahahaha." Abe Nojaku laughed so hard that his body shook.

"How old are you? Why are you still so childish?" Abe Noque said, "I came here just for you. How could I let you go? Otherwise, my trip would be in vain."

"You. Bodyguard!!!" Zuckerberg stood up and glared at Abe Nosuke, shouting.

"Stop shouting, there are only two of us here now." Abe Noque said with a smile: "Let me think about how to kill you."

"How can you feel hopeful and yet extremely desperate? How can you not want to die, yet want to die immediately?"

"Ah, killing people is really a headache."

Abe no Suzuki stood up.

the other side.

Former Prime Minister Yasuda sighed with mixed feelings as he watched Zuckerberg's giant luxury yacht gradually disappear into the distance.

He turned around and was about to enter the cabin.

A loud 'boom' interrupted former Prime Minister Yasuda's thoughts.

He turned around and looked up, and a small black dot in the distance suddenly exploded, with flames shooting into the sky.

He quickly asked someone to drive past.

The view was getting closer and closer. It was Zuckerberg's luxury yacht that exploded. A huge fire started not far away, and then thick black smoke billowed out.

Then, it began to tilt slowly and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

This sudden incident left former Prime Minister Yasuda somewhat at a loss.

I feel a little worried.

Who did this?
At this time, a huge engine sound was heard.

A speedboat came speeding over.

A woman stands on the deck of a speedboat.

The sea breeze blew her long hair.

It's her, Abe No Suzu.

"Long time no see, our Prime Minister." After the speedboat approached, Abe Noja stood at the tip of the speedboat and greeted former Prime Minister Yasuda with a smile.

"You did it, Abe no Suzu." Former Prime Minister Yasuda said in a deep voice: "Did you kill them?"

Abe Noque's plump buttocks suddenly tensed, and then she kicked out with her legs.

A 'boom' sound.

An object fell on the boat of former Prime Minister Yasuda.

A long trail of blood was left on the deck of Yasuda's yacht.

Zuckerberg's body.

His bulging eyes stared intently at former Prime Minister Yasuda.

Yasuda looked at Zuckerberg, who was so majestic just a second ago, now lying on the ground like mud, with a hideous and unwilling face.

The panic in my heart grew infinitely.

This crazy woman is capable of anything.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Abe Noja brushed his long hair away from the wind. "After all, this is Japan's coastal waters. I don't want to kill another prime minister and then be traced back."

"But if you leave Japan, I'm not so sure."

Abe Nojaku's words calmed Yasuda's heart a little.

But he didn't dare to answer anything.

I was afraid that if I said a wrong word, the other person would change his or her mind.

"Then this is for you. Bury your ally properly. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Abe Noja made another flying kick.

A 'boom' sound.

This time it was the carcass of a giant eland.

"I'll give this to you as a gift. You can put it in your house as a souvenir." Abe Noque sneered, "To commemorate how you betrayed your own race."

After saying that, Abe Noja turned around and jumped into the cockpit of the speedboat. He waved his hands and the engine sounded.

The speedboat drew a big arc on the sea and sailed away.

Former Prime Minister Yasuda looked at Abe Nozaki standing on the speedboat and sailing away against the wind. Then his legs went weak, he staggered and almost fell.

Fortunately, someone behind me supported me.

"Push the body into the sea." Yasuda rubbed his brows. Regardless of whether he was the Prime Minister or not, this woman always brought him huge pressure and some unexpected things. "Sell this yacht when you get back."

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Yingkong Kurumi lay on the bed with her little face buried under Fang's left abdominal muscle.

Fang Zuo looked at Yingkong Hutao's smooth and white back. The lines were extremely smooth. When they extended to the two buttocks, the lines suddenly threw up a full and exaggerated arc.

Fang Zuo stretched out his index finger and used his nail to scratch Yingkong Kurumi's neck and slowly move to her back.

Then draw from the spine to the hip hook.

A long red line appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's fair skin, then turned white and disappeared.

The slightly stinging friction caused by the nails scratching against the skin made Sakura Sora Kurumi, who was still in the afterglow, kick her legs straight.

The white and tender toes and soles were bent and turned vigorously, rubbing against the sheets.

As if trying to grab something.

Just like her hands were clutching the pillow tightly.

"Are you leaving?" Fang Zuo took the powerless and collapsed Yingkong Kurumi into his arms.

It took a long time for Yingkong Kurumi to regain her thoughts and she uttered a light "hmm".

"Do you want me to go with you?" Fang Zuo asked.

"No need." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head: "I can handle it myself, bad guy?"

"Hmm?" Fang Zuo's nails were still gently scratching her smooth back, causing Yingkong Kurumi to tremble slightly every time.

“There’s an old man selling Dorayaki near Tokyo Tower.”

"Ah."

"I really like to eat his freshly baked Dorayaki. Whenever I feel tired at work or feel down, I go to his shop to buy Dorayaki and then my mood will improve."

"Ah."

"But if the weather is bad and the old man closes the shop early, I'd be very disappointed if I couldn't buy Dorayaki. And not long ago, the shop closed and the old man passed away." Yingkong Kurumi shifted her body and moved closer to Fang Zuo. "I didn't get to eat Dorayaki that night, but I wasn't as sad as usual."

"Ah."

"Oh, shouldn't you be asking why?"

"why?"

"Because I have you, I won't be sad when I have you." Yingkong Walnut took a light bite of Fang Zuo.

"I'm Dorayaki."

"That's about right. I want to eat Dorayaki now."

"Can you do it?"

"Why not? I will make you beg for mercy today." Yingkong Kurumi was still very weak, but she struggled to stand up and untied her ponytail.

"What is this for?" Fang Zuo asked in surprise as he looked at Yingkong Hutao with her hair disheveled.

This was the ponytail she had tied when she was lying on Fang Zuo's lower abdomen.

Yingkong Kurumi tied her loose hair into a pair of high ponytails, then grabbed Fang Zuo's big hand and held it on her own ponytails.

His body softened and he crawled down again.

She turned her head and said charmingly, "Come this time, I'll see where you catch it."

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Shiraishi Nagihiru walked into an office building in Toshima Ward, Tokyo, wearing a white shirt and a black uniform skirt.

As always, her titanic breasts were about to burst her white shirt. She wore pink lipstick, her face becoming increasingly fair and rosy, her skin smooth and delicate, with not a trace of pores to be found.

A pair of beautiful legs in see-through stockings, white, tight, well-proportioned and smooth, make all the women passing by look at her with jealousy.

Mei Shiraishi and another assistant followed behind her.

Not long after, Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out the door.

A middle-aged man walked him all the way to the door, bowed, and said, "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, I'm so sorry for making you come here for nothing."

The middle-aged man continued apologetically, "I will compensate you for your losses according to the contract. This is an instruction from headquarters, and I really can't disobey."

"It's okay. This isn't your wish." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled elegantly and said, "Mr. Saito, let's work together again next time. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Yes, Councillor Shiraishi, I'm so sorry." The middle-aged man bowed deeply.
Go to the first floor and get out of the elevator

Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in the back seat of the Lexus with a serious look on his face.

This is the third time I've hit a wall today.

This middle-aged man named Saito is the largest advertising agency in this neighborhood.

They have been cooperating with me for a few years, but unexpectedly, due to interference from the head office, they forbade me to cooperate with them.

It seems that returning to the position of parliamentary representative this time is not so easy.

just now.

There are a total of 289 constituencies in Japan. To become a member of parliament, you only need to win one constituency.

But to become one of the five most powerful representatives in parliament, one must place in the top five of the national vote in 289 constituencies.

As Abe Nozaki said, over the years, Abe Nozaki and himself have firmly occupied the top five positions.

There are a whopping 30 constituencies across Tokyo.

To put it bluntly, in these constituencies in Tokyo, she and Abe no Suzu almost divided half of the votes, with each of them having more than 10 constituencies supporting them.

There are more than 100 constituencies in the cities around Tokyo. That means there are a total of 289 constituencies in Japan, and Tokyo and its surrounding areas account for more than 130.

She and Abe Nozaki occupied most of these places.

This time, interim President Shibamaru dissolved the National Assembly. I thought re-election as a representative was a sure thing, but today three constituencies failed in a row.

Most advertising agencies in these three constituencies broke their contracts and refused to publish Shiraishi Nagimitsu's advertisements, preferring to compensate Shiraishi Nagimitsu for his losses according to the contract.

At first, Shiraishi Nagiko thought that Abe Nojaku was targeting him again, but he found out that it was a man named Toda Yuji.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu remembered this man.

A small regional councilor, one of hundreds of councilors, with no achievements or faults, very low presence, and no party, but at this moment he suddenly launched a huge campaign.

Although the election has not yet started and is only in the campaigning stage, you can see that the streets that should have been used for his own advertisements have been replaced with advertisements of the male congressman Yuji Toda.

"Councilor Shiraishi, something's wrong." The assistant in the passenger seat said worriedly, looking at the data sent back by his colleagues. "My colleagues just sent back a message saying they've spoken with the advertising sign vendors in these three constituencies. They've all expressed their intention to cancel their contracts and are willing to compensate us for our losses according to the contract."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't say anything, just looked out the window quietly.

This Yuji Toda seems to be a bit extraordinary, and there is a huge force behind him helping him.

Mei Shiraishi frowned and looked at her sister, then looked at the assistant with a grim expression.

Although I don't understand politics, I understand that my sister has encountered some crises in her career.

Ring ring ring.

The phone rings.

Abe Nosuke's phone call.

After Shiraishi Nagimitsu answered the phone, violent sounds of wind and engine were heard from the other end of the phone.

"Where are you, Congressman Abe?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu asked in confusion.

After the sound of the engine stopping was heard from the microphone, the sound of the wind gradually died down.

Then came the laughter of Abe Nojaku: "I was shark hunting at sea. I just killed two old sharks and a bighorn antelope."

"Antelope? Councillor Abe is in a really good mood." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile, "Are there still eland in the sea?"

"Not only that, it's of Israeli variety. Congressman Shiraishi, have you received the news? Someone is trying to steal our votes." Abe Nosuke said.

"Yuji Toda?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned. It seemed that Yuji Toda did not even let go of Abe Nozumi's vote bank.

"Yes, that's the man." Abe Nojaku snorted coldly, "I've checked his background. A council member from a small, ruined family in Kanto actually has such great energy and financial resources. He's not a simple man. There must be a powerful force behind him."

Abe Noja paused. "How about this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, do you need my help? As long as you agree to be my deputy in the next term, I will mobilize all the forces of my family and alliance to win over your vote bank as well."

"No, Mr. Abe, thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly: "I am capable of sitting where I want to sit."

"Okay, in that case, I won't bother you anymore. See you at the Diplomatic Conference." The sound of the engine and wind returned to the other end of the phone, and Abe Nojaku's voice gradually faded away. "I hope you're still sitting in that old seat, Shiraishi Nagimitsu."

"I also hope that you will still be in that old position." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and hung up the phone.

The little face returned to seriousness.

Although she said it lightly, it was much easier for Abe Nosuke, who had a family and an allied family, to deal with these votes than for herself.

Many things require not only money, but also manpower and talent.

And Abe no Suzuka has all of these.

"Stop the car." Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly said.

The vehicle braked to a stop on the side of a branch road in a residential area.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu opened the car door and got out.

I walked to the shops along the street, stopped to look at them, and then walked the entire street from beginning to end.

Counted them carefully.

There are a total of 19 small stores on this street, including clothing stores, 7-11 convenience stores, hardware stores, restaurants and other daily necessities.

But these 19 small stores have one thing in common: there is a standee of Yuji Toda at the door.

He has a kind face and regular features, giving people a good impression of being well-liked.

He was smiling slightly and was quite tall.

Wearing a suit, shirt and trousers, he looks like a woman killer.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu noticed this from inside the car when he was already in the car.

In this short period of time, many middle-aged women stopped in front of the human-shaped stand and looked at it carefully.

In the voting survey report of Shiraishi Nagimitsu, the majority of the voters were men, and almost all of them, regardless of age, locked on Shiraishi Nagimitsu, while the other part was young women, most of whom admired and envied Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Everyone wants to be a beautiful and strong woman like Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Middle-aged housewives have always been a weak point in Shiraishi Nagi's voting base.

It's simple, too much jealousy.

These middle-aged housewives, who have neither good looks nor good family background, are most fascinated by handsome middle-aged men and young handsome men, and are most disgusted by beautiful women.

Especially a woman like Shiraishi Nagimitsu who has a beautiful body and an amazing figure.

Just that pair of huge things were enough to make these housewives lose their defense. The most infuriating thing was that they were as straight as a girl's, with no signs of sagging at all.

This made these housewives, who could tell the good and bad in a person at a glance, even more jealous, so how could they give the ticket to Shiraishi Nagimitsu?

Now, they have a place to go with the tickets in their hands.

A handsome middle-aged male candidate appeared.

He has dignified facial features, without the frivolous look of young boys, and he is tall and looks very heroic.

You can tell at first glance that she is very strong. For middle-aged women, physical strength is a very important scoring criterion.

Especially in the open suit, his chest muscles are clearly visible through the white shirt.

This human-shaped advertising billboard is obviously the work of a master. It can not only capture the attention of the entire population, but also grasp the psychology of voters.

Yuji Toda smiled slightly, looking elegant and graceful.

This is simply the dream lover of these housewives.

It contained his campaign slogan: Recover the lost thirty years and make Japan great again.

"What's so good about it?" Shiraishi Mei looked at the group of middle-aged housewives surrounding the human-shaped billboard, her eyes gleaming with hunger. She was furious: "These old women, what kind of taste do they have?"

Although she also likes older men, anyone who goes against her sister will be dead.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked to a 7-11 convenience store and went in.

"Ah, you're... You're Councillor Shiraishi." The male employee inside instantly recognized Shiraishi Nagimitsu and was very excited: "Councillor Shiraishi, can you give me an autograph?"

"Of course." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.

"Sign here." The male employee quickly took off his hat. After getting the signed hat, his excitement was beyond words.

"I would like to ask, how much does it cost to put up this human-shaped stand here, and how long will it last?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Uh, I really don't know about that, Councillor Shiraishi. I just work part-time here. I only know that the billboards on this street are managed by the old lady next door." The male employee said apologetically.

"Okay, thank you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked out of the 7-11 convenience store and was about to enter the Obasan store that the male employee mentioned.

The next customer was a middle-aged woman selling clothes. She saw that Shiraishi Nagi looked unhappy.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who saw through it at a glance, naturally would not seek trouble for himself and withdrew.

Back to the car.

Where is Mei Shiraishi?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned. Shiraishi Mei, who had been following him, suddenly disappeared.

"Sister, I'm here." Shiraishi Mei stepped into the car and took out a form and gave it to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"What is this?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu took it and looked at it. It turned out to be a price list for placing human-shaped billboards on several nearby streets.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned.

It seems that the power behind his opponent, Yuji Toda, is not only financially powerful, but also has sophisticated methods.

The price of placing a human-shaped billboard is far higher than the market price, but it is cleverly stuck at a price point.

This is the lower limit of vote buying and bribery crimes stipulated in Japan's Public Officials Election Law.

This is almost equivalent to buying tickets, but the transaction method of advertising human figures is used to avoid bribery while achieving the advertising effect.

"Let's go to the next constituency." said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

As the car started moving and passed by the clothing store, Shiraishi Nagimitsu saw from the light of the car that the middle-aged woman who disliked her had a face as swollen as a pig's head.

She was sitting on the ground wiping away tears.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu glared at Shiraishi Mei.

Mei Shiraishi hugged her sister's arm and laughed.

I walked through several constituencies and busy commercial streets, and sure enough, they were all exactly the same as before.

Not only his own billboards, but also those of Abe Nozaki and other lawmakers were removed.

The cost of this billboard and the penalty for breach of contract for Yuji Toda is already a huge figure.

"Let's go to Tokyo Tower." said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

You can knock me, Shiraishi Nagimitsu, down like this? I haven't even made a move yet.

Shiraishi Nagami sneered.

(End of this chapter)