Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

"Let her wait for a while." President Trump whispered.

"Come one by one."

He then raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. A lot of bad things were in front of him.

"Why would they discuss confidential airstrike plans on a business chat app and even drag the editor-in-chief of The Atlantic into the group?"

President Trump placed his hands on the table and shook hands.

His face was filled with helplessness. "What's the world news saying now? They're saying that these guys I selected, that is, you guys, are just a bunch of makeshift teams."

"I really can't imagine that our vice president, secretary of state, national security adviser, secretary of defense and director of the CIA could collectively make such a serious and low-level mistake."

"You didn't even know there were outsiders present. You were still excitedly discussing the airstrike. Looking at your chat logs makes me blush."

"Your Excellency," said Vice President Vance, bowing his head. "I failed to notice the presence of someone irrelevant to the situation, and they made some remarks targeting the EU."

"Because of your words, they have been completely stimulated. Haynes, please tell us the latest news." President Trump knocked on the table and said.

"Yes, Mr. President," Director of National Intelligence Haines stood up. "According to the latest news, Pope Francis I is already working hard to get European leaders to form a new defensive organization."

"The Catholic Church itself has also brought back to Europe several capable religious assistants from Tokyo, Japan, America and Southeast Asia."

"In particular, the UN Interpol director in Tokyo will hold a key position in this defensive organization."

"Look at what you've done." Trump shook his head.

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. President." Vice President Vance stood up and apologized again. "Under your wise leadership, those freeloaders in the EU will never amount to anything."

"Okay, stop flattering me and let's talk about the second thing." President Trump ignored the vice president and pointed at the holographic image.

"Yes, Mr. President." Chief of Naval Operations John Richardson stood up, saluted, and said:
"This enemy Type 815A electronic reconnaissance ship has been in our [Carl Vinson] aircraft carrier formation for 72 hours!"

"It has been inserted between our two destroyers, and the spherical radar array on the deck is frantically scanning our aircraft carrier's island."

"Can't our electronic systems attack it?" President Trump asked with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President, we've already lost two confrontations in the waters near the Philippines and Japan." Chief of Naval Operations John Richardson lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
"Our electronic technology has fallen behind our competitors and we simply can't do it."

"Now all electronic communications from the Carl Vinson will be intercepted by the other side."

"Every communication between us and the USS Carl Vinson carrier group will be known to the other side."

"What on earth do they want to do?" President Trump slammed his fist on the table. "Just to provoke us and make us the laughing stock of the whole world?"

"I don't think so, Mr. President." Director of National Intelligence Haines stood up and pulled up another holographic video: "798's sister ship, the USS Tianquanxing, is encircling from the Taitung waters."

"And the route they took for the recent military exercises around Australia, I always felt they were doing something."

"Just like the large-scale deployment of particle defense weapons in Hainan, it's not prepared for us at all."

"It seems to be exploring some route, guarding against something else."

"We're the number one nation on this planet, yet it seems we don't even know what the other party is doing." President Trump leaned back. "What about this person? Can't we find him?"

"Such a dangerous psychic suspect is roaming around our country, and you don't even know his name."

"Mr. President, we have handed over all the information on this psychic to the Supreme Security Agency," said Director of National Intelligence Haines.
"We used AI to analyze all the satellite images and surveillance footage to identify this unique individual."

"From the complete destruction of our First Air Force Base to the inexplicable fires across Los Angeles."

"The only thing that runs through it is this faceless Asian guy."

"He's so special. His appearance completely blocks all the sensors. Only his general figure remains unchanged."

"Based on our tracking and AI analysis, he was last seen on public security cameras in Alaska."

"Excuse me, but I'll interrupt." Elon Musk, sitting on the periphery, raised his hand and said, "Due to the lag in comparison and AI analysis, your conclusion will probably be several days away."

"In other words, you've been analyzing his route from behind, but you'll never catch him this way."

"You should be able to predict ahead of time and even analyze all the cameras at his next route point. That way, you can quickly catch up to him."

"Well said!!! Elon!" Trump waved his hand at Elon Musk, praising him. "By the way, that hat is really nice. It suits you very well!"

"I think so too, Your Excellency." Elon Musk straightened the baseball cap on his head.

There is a line of English written on it: "President Trump is right about everything."

"I bought this right here in your store, Mr. President." Elon Musk smiled brightly.

After finishing the meeting.

President Trump returns to his office.

Demi Blackrock was sitting on the sofa at one side of the office.

When he saw Trump come in, he stood up quickly.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Demi." Trump said with a smile and took his seat. "I wanted to come earlier too. Compared to discussing things with a beauty like Miss Demi, meeting with a bunch of old guys is just too boring."

"No, everyone knows that His Excellency the President has been very busy lately." Demi Black wore a beige formal dress and high heels and smiled slightly.

"Okay, please take a seat, Miss Demi. Let's get straight to the point. I don't like beating around the bush." ​​President Trump leaned back in the large chair and said with a smile:

"You must be very surprised why I invited you here."

"Indeed, I am very surprised that a small person like me can get the attention of His Excellency the President." Demi Black straightened her back after sitting down.

"How is your father Netanyahu doing recently?" Trump suddenly said.

Demi Blackrock's eyes froze, and the smile on her face slowly faded. "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. President."

"Okay, no need to deny it here." President Trump waved his hand. "Don't worry, there's absolutely no one monitoring this place."

“If you weren’t related to Netanyahu, I wouldn’t have asked you to come here.”

"I want to know how the President knew this." Demi Blackrock admitted with a serious expression.

"Is it strange? We monitor most of the communication equipment on this planet. As long as we want, we can always get some information." President Trump said with a smile:

"I really admire Prime Minister Netanyahu. As a Jewish elder, he is able to hold secular power in his hands."

"He also arranged for his illegitimate daughter to join the Jewish consortium of these old men in North America, and now controls a lot of their assets."

"These old guys in North America thought they had picked up a good financial manager from a Jewish family in Europe, but who knew it was the daughter of Netanyahu, whom they had a problem with."

Demi Blackrock had a complicated expression on her face.

She pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands.

No answer.

On the surface, Jews are a united force in the world.

Looks extremely united.

But there are still huge differences within the party.

Wherever there are people, there are conflicts and struggles.

secular and religious.

New forces and old forces.

If those old guys knew that she was the daughter of Netanyahu, the new secular force in Judaism.

I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the BlackRock consortium soon.

"Relax, don't be nervous, beautiful Miss Demi." President Trump continued: "To be honest, I am also annoyed by those old guys in the Federal Reserve."

"But that's how politics works. You have to both fight and win over. It's obvious that no one can do without the other, but you still try to trip up the other."

"What a boring game!" Trump yawned and took a sip of his coffee.

"Not only will I not expose your identity, I will also fully support you in gaining more power among those old guys."

"I hope you can stand firm, use the last of your financial resources, and fully support me in becoming the next president of the United States."

"If that's the case, Mr. President, please rest assured that I will be your loyal supporter." Demi Black said seriously.

"Very good." Trump tapped the table. "How many ports does the BlackRock consortium own now? What is its annual cargo throughput worldwide?"

Demi Blackrock was stunned, hesitating a bit: "Um, Your Excellency the President"

"I know this is a trade secret of your Jewish consortium, hiding your power through various shareholdings. So tell me about the throughput." Trump spread his hands: "That's not a secret, is it?"

"It's around 5230 million TEUs (standard containers)," said Demi Blackrock.

"I have a gift for you." Trump knocked on the table, then opened the drawer, took out a document, and pushed it to the corner of the desk.

Demi Blackrock stood up and took the document to look at it.

A face full of surprise.

CK Hutchison Holdings' global port assets report.

"A total of 43 ports, covering 23 countries around the world, including key ports at both ends of the Panama Canal, 199 terminals, and an annual throughput of 4300 million TEUs (standard containers), accounting for 10.4% of the global total." Trump said solemnly:

"All sold in a package. The specific transaction amount will be discussed in detail between you and him."

"Once you can eat it, it will account for nearly 30 percent of the world's container throughput."

"For certain countries, I will ask them to pay an additional million in ship taxes."

"If you get such a big order, you'll have more say in front of those old guys at the Federal Reserve."

"Of course, my lobbying funds cannot be less, otherwise, those old guys will also suspect you."

"Absolutely no problem, Mr. President." Demi Blackrock stood up, her face brimming with excitement. "Don't worry, I will be your strongest supporter in your next election."

This deal will definitely make those old guys trust me more.

One step closer to his father Netanyahu's plan.

And myself.

He must pull down Michaela Cohen, the woman who is riding on his head.

Demi Black after leaving the White House.

Driving his own convertible Bentley.

Heading straight to southwest Washington.

There is a long Huiwan Beach here.

The small town of Long Beach is close to the Pacific Ocean.

The coastline is known as the world's longest sandy beach.

Compared to the beaches in the east, this one is much closer.

Many wealthy people in Washington State have bought villas here.

at this time.

A lively cocktail party was being held in a small bar.

Demi Blackrock got out of the car and came to the door of the bar.

Dozens of muscular black security guards stood at the door.

One of the black men, wearing sunglasses and headphones, came forward and said, "Excuse me, beautiful lady, this is a private party venue. You must be invited to enter."

Demi Blackrock took out a badge from her handbag and shook it.

The black man took it and looked at it, his face changed, and he quickly bent down and returned the badge to Demi Black.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Blackrock, I didn't realize you were coming. Please come in!" The black security guard quickly made an invitation. Demi Blackrock walked in, carrying a small bag.

There were crowds of people inside.

Although the place is not big, it is well decorated and well-equipped.

It's a unique place in this wealthy beach town.

A beautiful Asian woman was sitting on the high stage acting as a DJ.

Skillfully promote various key changes.

Nodding his head to the beat.

She saw Demi Blackley walk in from the opposite entrance, gesture to her from a distance, and nodded.

Watched him walk to the lounge.

Then he took off the headset and waved to the person next to him to come over and take his place.

Then he went backstage.

After walking through a long corridor, you will arrive at the garden lounge.

In the distance, he saw Demi Black, who was looking for him, standing by the railing.

Bending over the railing, I looked at the villa in the distance.

But she is petite, less than 1.6 meters tall.

The plump buttocks make the beige skirt look extremely smooth.

The traces of the thong are slightly visible above the buttocks.

"Snapped."

The female DJ started with a hard slap.

The small palm sank deeply into it.

Causing a wave of ripples.

The shaking is dizzying.

"what!"

Demi Blackrock turned around and said coquettishly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm still asking you, what are you doing here?" The female DJ took off her denim jacket and tossed it aside: "It's definitely not good!"

Revealing a black inner layer.

She picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck.

Then she tilted her head back and brushed her long brown hair back.

Curved dark eyebrows.

The delicate and attractive Asian face has a pair of pupils that are close to European blood.

The lips painted with pink lip gloss look like the ecstasy that men crave.

Pink and plump.

Every wrinkle is charming.

"You don't want me to help you with anything again, do you?" The female DJ frowned. "You're right," Demi Black said with a smile, "I'm here to ask for your help."

"No deal." The female DJ turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Demi Blackrock.

"This time, I want you to go to Japan, and to Tokyo." Demi Blackrock pleaded, "Just think of it as helping me."

"What are you going to Japan for?" The female DJ heard it was Tokyo, Japan.

He paused in his movement to leave, and looked back at the other person with a frown.

"My authority at BlackRock has been growing recently. Those old guys have handed over a lot of North American business to me." Demi BlackRock held the female DJ's hand tightly.

"I can't handle my business in Asia right now, so I need your help."

"Dream on." The female DJ struggled to free herself from her hands. "I'm living a carefree life here, doing whatever I want. I won't get sucked into your tedious routine."

As he said that, he picked up his denim jacket and prepared to leave.

"Xiao Nan, don't you want revenge?" Demi Black suddenly said.

After hearing this, the female DJ slowly stopped and struggled to break free.

Turning around and looking at Demi Blackrock.

Fire will burst from his eyes.

The name of the Mikami family seemed to carry endless magic, making it impossible for her to think.

"What do you mean?"

"Because after you go to Tokyo, your opponent will be the Mikami family and that woman, Risa Mikami." Demi Black knew that her goal had been achieved and slowly released her hands.

She reached out and tucked the fallen hair.
"Did you know? The entire Japanese GPIF pension fund's assets will reach two trillion US dollars. This is a huge amount of money, and all the consortiums hope to participate."

"The Japanese government recently expressed its intention to recruit asset managers to allocate these two trillion US dollars in assets," Demi BlackRock continued.

"Through GPIF, BlackRock can deeply engage in Japan's government bonds, stocks and alternative investments."

"This is a great opportunity to control a large part of the Japanese business pie!"

"I have already lobbied the current Japanese Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeki and qualified to bid."

"Of course, there are many competitors, but the biggest competitor is the Mikami family."

"Their operator is Risa Mikami, the woman you dream of killing."

"It's her." The female DJ's small hands tightly twisted the towel, and the veins on her thin skin were exposed, as if it was the woman named Mikami Risa.
“But, I’m not very good at investing.”

"Are you kidding me? If you're not good at it, who is? Besides, there's no need for you to analyze this. Is our team fake?" Demi Blackrock said with a smile.

"I just need you to keep an eye on it for me."

"I know you very well. The financing and mergers you've done in Europe before were quite impressive. Otherwise, I wouldn't have approached you."

"How's it going? Konan!"

"This is your only chance to face the Mikami family and Mikami Risa."

"Knock her down!!"

"I have faith in you!!"

The female DJ took a deep breath and said, "I agree."

"That's right." Demi Blackrock reached out her hand and patted her butt hard. "It's quite plump, not worse than that woman, Risa Mikami."

The female DJ rolled her eyes and ignored her.

My mind has already flown to Tokyo.

Mikami family.
Risa Mikami
I am coming!
Inside the InterContinental Hotel Los Angeles.

Fang Zuo looked at the two women lying in a mess on the carpet and shook his head.

Their white bodies look like two mares.

Although he passed out with his eyes closed, he still maintained his posture.

Arching her slender waist.

Crawling on the ground.

Sticking out her big white buttocks.

You still dare to act so arrogantly.

If I hadn't restrained myself, I would have lost my recovery skill.

I'm afraid someone would have died a long time ago.

Although Li Zhenxin was trembling with fear at first, her ruthlessness later made Fang Zuo look at her with admiration.

No wonder he was so cruel as to deal with his own brother.

Forced to the point of collapse.

Crueler than anyone else.

He strolled downstairs in the elevator.

After receiving the message from him, Wang Jianguo had already sat in the hall waiting obediently.

"Real person." He saw Fang Zuo walk over, stand up and bend down.

"Please sit down." Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"Here are the documents you want." Wang Jianguo handed over a bunch of things.

Fang Zuo waved his hand and put it away.

Looking at Wang Jianguo who still refused to sit down and stood in front of him, hesitant to speak, he frowned and said, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

"I don't know how long you will stay in North America. I want to stay with you for a while," said Wang Jianguo.

"Not long." Fang Zuo said as he sat on the sofa, "I came to North America to retrieve something, and then I have to go back to Tokyo to do something."

"Master, I wonder if I can help with that matter?" Wang Jianguo asked.

Fang Zuo nodded: "I want to destroy the kingdom of Shintoism in Japan. Speaking of which, you can really help me."

Japan's divine kingdom is now clearly on guard against itself.

He didn't even dare to open the void barrier.

It would be difficult to sneak in and find an opportunity.

Once things in North America are done, we have to put an end to it.

Next time I go, I'll just go in boldly.
This guy can actually help.

Wang Jianguo was stunned and was shocked at first by the real person's idea.

After running the cult, he understood more and more about the background of these major religions.

Not to mention anything else, in this age of lack of spiritual energy.

Compared to spiritual energy, incense represents infinity.

This real person actually wants to destroy the other party's kingdom of God.

And the next moment.

Turned to ecstasy.

As an evil cultivator, he certainly understood what this would bring to him.

"I am willing to die for you." Wang Jianguo knelt down with a thud.

This attracted the attention of people passing through the hotel lobby. (End of this chapter)