Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 186 Sinking
Kim Mi-jung looked at Lee Jae-yong with a smile.

He was pressing on a woman with a ferocious expression on his face.

The helmsman of Samsung Group.

Others may not know how powerful Lee Jae-yong is, but Kim Mi-jeong knows it very well.

Although his younger sister Lee Boo-jin is a woman, she inherited her father Lee Kun-hee's business acumen. She is not only smart and capable, but also daring to take risks.

After taking over the hotel business under Samsung Group, sales soared sixfold in just three years, and he was once called "Little Lee Kun-hee".

He was deeply loved by Lee Kun-hee.

Seeing that the position of heir was about to be taken away by his own sister.

Lee Jae-yong used a "beauty trap" and arranged a handsome male bodyguard to get close to Lee Boo-jin, so that the unsuspecting Lee Boo-jin fell in love with her after a long time of getting along.

Lee Kun-hee tried to persuade Lee Boo-jin several times but she refused to listen to his father.

At last.

In extreme disappointment, Lee Kun-hee gave the position of helmsman of Samsung Group to Lee Jae-yong.

Shortly after taking over the position, Lee Jae-yong married Lim Se-ryung, the daughter of South Korea's Elephant Group.

After the marriage, my father-in-law's Elephant Group was in crisis.

At this time, Lee Jae-yong not only did not help his father-in-law, but instead pushed Samsung Group to fully acquire Elephant Group.

Although the acquisition ultimately failed, it still swallowed up many of Elephant Group's industries.

If it weren't for the fact that he made the wrong bet in the fight between the two major cults in South Korea, which led to him being implicated and imprisoned.

Lee Jae-yong can be said to have absolute power in South Korea.

However, Lee Jae-yong, who was in prison for two years, did not relax his control over the Samsung Group or the transfer of interests in the South Korean election. He was pardoned not long after.

Since then, Samsung Group has controlled nearly 80 percent of South Korea's economic activities.

It can be said that Lee Jae-yong is the underground president of South Korea.

Looking at such an ambitious and capable man, he kept being humiliated by me.

One can imagine the joy in Jin Meiting's heart.

"What? Do you want to kill me so much?" Jin Meiting held a mobile phone in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. She faced the camera, slightly opened her red lips, and took a sip of the red wine.

A stream of red liquid flowed from the corner of Jin Meiting's red lips, flowing down her snow-white neck and into her towering white shirt. "It's a pity, you can't do anything to me. Tsk tsk, you can only roar helplessly."

"Don't be complacent, Kim Mi-jung." Li Zaiyong stood up with a red face: "One day I will catch you back."

"Then I'll continue waiting. Please be quick." Jin Meiting said with a smile.

Lee Jae-yong hung up the phone, and soon at his call, the next middle-aged man walked in.

"Failed again. Is this the top assassin in North America you mentioned?" Lee Jae-yong kicked the middle-aged man to the ground and said gloomily, "I want the best, understand? The best, can't I afford the price?"

"I'm sorry, President. We've already made contact, but several of our top killers are on missions." The middle-aged man got up and knelt on the ground.

"What about the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office? Any reply?" Lee Jae-yong breathed hurriedly, took out a pill, tilted his head back and swallowed it.

"The two prosecutors replied that Jin Meiting has been very popular recently. She was originally sent out as part of the government's cultural program. She has a good relationship with the Japanese government and the two countries are in a honeymoon period. There is not much reason to arrest her." The middle-aged man lowered his head, hesitated slightly, and continued:

"It seems that both Chairman Choi and the president are somewhat opposed to the government taking action against Kim Mi-jung. Chairman Choi has been gaining more and more trust from the president since returning from Japan."

"He has also been frequently visiting U.S. military bases recently and has become friendly with General Paul LaCamera, the commander of U.S. forces in South Korea."

"This Choi Byung-jin went to Japan and is becoming just as powerful as Kim Mi-jung." Lee Jae-yong took a deep breath and sneered, "I really don't know what kind of big shots Japan has hooked up with. None of them take me seriously."

"Contact the secular tribunals of various religions. Contact them for me. I don't believe Jin Meiting is that powerful."

"Even religious assassins can't do anything to her."

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Tokyo Port at night.

A huge luxury cruise ship docked at the pier.

From the outside, the surface of this 20-story luxury cruise ship is covered with balconies of suites.

It looked like any other luxury cruise ship, nothing unusual.

There are no fewer than dozens of cruise ships visiting Tokyo every year.

But when you walk into the main lobby of the cruise ship, you won’t find any rooms.

It is a huge alloy casting site.

On the high platform next to the venue.

Zhou Yuanyan looked expressionlessly at several alloy containers being slowly loaded and unloaded by a forklift to the center of the site.

He was surrounded by representatives of all colors and nationalities.

An alloy container was opened.

Inside stood a huge nutrient tank filled with liquid.

A naked blond white man was sleeping inside with his eyes closed.

"Gorman Brave, a Canadian mercenary, his previous physical data information and resume are in your hands." Zhou Yuanyan turned around to face the representatives of various countries and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Master Kari, you go and give it a try." A white-haired old man in a suit and holding an exquisite cane said to the young man in the nutrient tank.

"Yes, Bishop."

A young black man walked out from behind the white-haired old man and answered respectfully.

The young man called the God of Kari flipped over and jumped down from the more than ten-meter-high stands and walked towards the nutrition tank.

He tore off his white shirt, revealing his muscular body. His skin was covered with scars and there was hardly a single piece of intact skin.

“I can’t believe that this young man named Kari is a priest and an ascetic at such a young age,” said an old man wearing Southeast Asian ethnic costume.

"He is one of the most outstanding ascetics in the Vatican in recent years." The white-haired old man played with the exquisite cane in his hand with a little pride.

Zhou Yuanyan winked at the assistant next to him.

The assistant next to him nodded and pressed the button on the remote control.

The nutrient solution in the nutrient tank was quickly emptied, and Gorman Brave inside trembled violently and began to breathe heavily.

Then his eyes opened instantly and he looked around.

He pushed open the nutrient tank, stretched out his muscular legs, and walked out.

His tall body looked extremely sturdy.

Kari is 1 meters tall, but still a bit shorter than him.

Kari took off the iron thorn necklace that hung down to his waist and slowly wrapped it around his hands.

His whole body suddenly glowed white, he rushed forward quickly, grinning and punched German Brave hard in the abdomen.

A 'boom' sound.

German Brave was knocked flying and fell heavily on the alloy floor.

There was an uproar.

"Mr. Zhou, your latest achievement doesn't seem to be that good." The white-haired old man shook his head.

"It can't be like this, Mr. Zhou," said a Middle Eastern man with a white cloth on his head. "If that's the case, there's no point in us coming here."

"Keep watching, everyone," Zhou Yuanyan said calmly, "I won't let you down."

Gorman Brave stood up and dusted himself off.

The heavy punch from Lord Kari, which also had iron thorns, didn't leave any mark on his lower abdomen.

"Come again." Cary ran over with his legs spread out, then shrank and bounced his body, leaped into the air, swung his right fist and hit Gorman's head hard.

Just when it was about to hit, a big hand appeared in the air, grabbed Kari's fist, and instantly neutralized his punch.

Chief Kari was stunned, and with the help of Gorman's big hand, he kicked Gorman in the chest like a cannonball.

Gorman only shrank back slightly after being kicked, but he twisted the big hand holding Kari.

'ah. '

Cary screamed, and the white light covering the arm held by Gorman shattered, and the bones of the entire arm were twisted off.

Gorman grabbed the foot that was still on his chest with his other hand, and like pulling a sandbag, he pulled Cary's body and swung it in the air.

There was a loud bang.

Then he threw him heavily onto the alloy floor.

Gorman strode forward and followed up with a heavy punch, hammering the fallen Kari.

Kari was covered in white light, and a transparent shield with ripples blocked his way.

This heavy punch only caused the shield to dent slightly, and then it returned to its original shape.

Gorman frowned, and the bones of his right hand retracted in an abnormally twisted shape.

The entire arm suddenly turned red, and then another punch flew out rapidly.

There was a loud bang, like a sonic boom.

The transparent cover on Kari's body was instantly hit and deeply dented, then shattered with a bang.

Gorman then raised his thigh and stomped swiftly towards the chest of the God Kari.

At this moment, the white-haired old man in the stands raised his exquisite cane in his right hand and shouted loudly: "Law Order."

A white light descended from the sky and enveloped Kari, instantly carrying him away from the venue and back to the white-haired old man.

'Boom.'

There was another loud noise.

Gorman's big foot missed a target and landed heavily on the alloy floor.

Leave a deep footprint.

The loud noise made the audience in the stands look at each other.

"How can human fists shatter the Lord's holy light?" The white-haired old man looked at Zhou Yuanyan in confusion.

"There's a creature that punches at a top speed of over 80 kilometers per hour, accelerating far faster than a 5.588mm caliber pistol bullet," Zhou Yuanyan said calmly.

"He fused this gene into his arms. His arm bones evolved into snap-on joints, and the muscle fibers twisted like countless springs, constantly accumulating energy to the extreme, and then ejecting the front end. The impact force generated is enough to shatter this thing. It's not surprising."

A brown-haired, black-robed, masked woman walked out from behind the Middle Eastern man.

He pulled up the black robe, revealing a tight-fitting stretch outfit.

She pulled out a dagger from her thigh, which was emitting a faint black light.

He leaped into the air, flipped a few times in the air, and landed lightly behind Gorman.

Gorman turned and grabbed it with his big hand.

The woman's petite body flashed by, black light swung, and the dagger cut a hole in Gorman's chest.

Blood oozed from Gorman's wound, but within seconds, the wound began to heal.

The woman's eyes fixed, and she leaped up and continued to move, her speed getting faster and faster, gradually becoming difficult to catch with the naked eye.

All I saw was a black figure leaving an afterimage in the air.

Gorman's wounds continued to increase, and several attempts to capture him were in vain.

Although his eyes could catch the woman's movements, his hands were a little slower.

Gorman suddenly roared, his body suddenly grew in size, his nostrils flared exaggeratedly, and the tip of his nose curled up.

Gorman opened his mouth like a bat and let out a silent roar.

The woman in black veil was instantly disturbed by the sound waves and her movements slowed down.

Gorman grabbed her ankle and threw her against the alloy wall.

The woman in black veil rolled a few times in the air with the force, and her petite legs touched the wall.

Fall back to the stands.

"This is the first phase of your funding." Zhou Yuanyan said in a deep voice: "It's still the same as always. Whoever pays the money will enjoy the results."

"Money isn't a problem, but your additional conditions are too harsh," said the old man in Southeast Asian clothing. "Since you're already in Japan, why bother making this rule?"

"That's right, that's my only rule. You can't use it to fight against my motherland." Zhou Yuanyan sneered, "Our race can sell anything, but one thing we rarely sell is our ancestors."

"I agree." The white-haired old man paused with his cane. "Maybe it will be useful on the battlefield of the Orthodox Church."

The Middle Eastern man nodded and said, "I agree. I will transfer the second phase of funds to your account as soon as possible."

The people behind him also nodded.

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In an apartment in Tokyo.

Feng Dielian prepared herself mentally for a long time and finally sent a text message.

[Right now, I'll wait for you at this cafe. ]

Then I sent the address to the other party.

Feng Dielian climbed up from her small bed and went back and forth in the wardrobe to choose something.

What's the sexiest outfit? Who do you think you are?

Feng Dielian cursed inwardly.

But in order not to arouse suspicion, she began to recall the clothes she had worn.

When I think about how my male subordinates would stare in amazement every time I wore an OL uniform to work.

This is the decision.

She took out a white shirt and a gray uniform skirt.

Then take off the white cotton briefs you wear to sleep.

Changed into a white thong.

Feng Dielian was lying on the sofa, raising one of her long, white jade legs straight up, with her red-nailed toes hooked and inserted into her black stockings.

The soft and elastic black silk stuck to her skin and slid over her knees like water.

Then he put the other long leg into the black stockings and pulled it up as well.

Then she arched her waist and pulled the black hip-hugging stockings up to her soft waist.

The white thong and black hip socks, the two colors layered together, have a different kind of temptation.

Feng Dielian lay sideways on the sofa, picked up her phone and opened it to check the messages.

[OK expression.]

The old pervert can also send emojis.

Feng Dielian cursed inwardly with disdain.

Straighten your back and stand up.

A pair of white feet wrapped in black stockings stepped on the carpet and walked to the shoe cabinet.

Although Feng Dielian likes high heels very much, as a police officer, she usually wears sneakers to keep herself cool at work.

But with this outfit, I have to wear a pair of high heels.

What's more, the lady who had been teasing him for so long, Yingkong Kurumi, had always loved wearing high heels.

If I don't wear it, will it show? And I'm shorter than Sakura Kurumi to begin with.

Feng Dielian thought about it again and again, and finally took out a pair of black chain high heels and put them on.

She hasn't worn these new shoes yet.

The instep is completely exposed, with only a thin transparent strap and a golden chain holding it in place.

The sole of the shoe is only half the width of the sole of the foot. The white and tender feet wrapped in black stockings step on it, revealing the graceful shape of the feet.

Even though the high heels only had soles, they weighed much less, but the uppers of the high heels were very smooth. In addition, Feng Dielian was wearing black stockings, which made it difficult for Feng Dielian, who was not very good at wearing high heels, to walk in them.

In addition, the heels of these high heels are much higher than other high heels and are very small.

After Feng Dielian put it on, she had to hold on to the wall and tables and chairs to barely walk. She walked back and forth twice before she gradually got used to it.

However, the advantages of high heels are obvious. Feng Dielian, who is originally smaller than Yingkong Kurumi, now has a figure almost the same as Yingkong Kurumi when she puts on high heels.

The pair of beautiful legs, set off by high heels and black stockings, appear even more graceful, straight and slender like jade.

Because she was pointing her toes and trying her best to hold on to her high heels, she had to tense her legs and lift her chest to maintain her body's center of gravity.

Seen from the side, her figure is curvy, full of curves, and very attractive, although her buttocks are not as exaggeratedly plump as those of Yingkong Kurumi.

But they are about the same size.

This should be very similar to Sakura Sora Kurumi.

Feng Dielian looked at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

She took out her artist mask and slowly put it on her face.

The artist's mask flashed with black light and fitted her small face.

Then the face shape slowly changed and became blurred.

Finally finalized.

Feng Dielian looked at herself back and forth in the mirror.

They really look alike. Her figure was a little worse before, and the lines of her long legs were slightly different. Now, with high heels and black stockings, she is almost indistinguishable from the real person.

The buttocks are still a little thin, but it shouldn't be noticeable under the skirt, right?
Feng Dielian thought to herself.

After walking out of the apartment building, Feng Dielian, who originally wanted to ride a motorcycle, decided to give up after thinking about the different models.

Anyway, the coffee shop she gave me is not far away.

Come to the coffee shop.

Inside, three men sat in chairs, looking at their phones and drinking coffee.

Two middle-aged men and an old man.

Which one is he?
You can't just send a message to ask, right?

Just when she didn't know how to choose, a middle-aged man stood up and left. When he passed by Feng Dielian, his eyes widened.

He stared at Feng Dielian again and again and almost bumped into the glass.

There were two left, still drinking coffee and looking at their phones.

Feng Dielian stood at the door pretending to be on the phone.

Constantly wandering.

She tried to let the two men see her and walked over.

But both of them were looking at their phones and didn't look up.

Feng Dielian opened her red lips slightly and cursed softly.

I could only stay away and call Fang Zuo.

Then he hid his little head behind the glass and peeked to see who answered the phone.

No one answered?
The two men were still looking at their phones.

Suddenly the old man picked up the phone, which frightened Feng Dielian.

I was relieved when I found that my call was still not connected and the old man was talking happily.

I don't think Yingkong Kurumi would be so depraved as to have a relationship with a man in his seventies or eighties.

Then there is only one left.

Feng Dielian sneered and walked towards the last middle-aged man.

Feng Dielian walked up to the middle-aged man.

This wretched man is watching a 2D video.

"Hey." Feng Dielian shouted with a look of disdain.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Feng Dielian blankly.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Feng Dielian said.

"Who are you? Oh, you're from a brothel, right?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled. "Did I buy your time? I have to go home and explain to my wife today, so I can't help you."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Dielian lustfully, feeling very reluctant to leave: "Which shop are you in? I'll come find you tomorrow."

Having said that, Feng Dielian knew that she had found the wrong person.

Her little face instantly blushed.

A 'boom' sound.

She lifted her long legs wrapped in black stockings and stepped on the table, shouting in anger, "You have a wife, but you still go to a brothel? Believe it or not, I'll take you back to the police station."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Dielian's long black legs in confusion, then looked at the fierce expression on Feng Dielian's little face.

He left a comment like "crazy" and ran away without even drinking his coffee.

Feng Dielian took a deep breath and took a long time to suppress her violent mood. It turned out that she had been busy for a long time, but that damn man still hadn't come.

He neither replied to messages nor answered calls.

Fang Zuo was on the street across from the coffee shop, watching the woman's performance with great interest.

From the moment she arrived at the coffee shop and looked at the three men, to the time she called to confirm, she just didn't answer.

Then when she saw that it was an old man, a look of panic and contempt appeared on her face.

When I found out it wasn't, I felt relieved again.

Finally, she became angry and raised her long legs to step on the table to intimidate the middle-aged man.

A delicate little face, with facial features changing from calm to panic, and then from shy to cursing.

Fully interprets her psychological activities.

I have to say that this shape-shifting magic weapon is very exquisitely made, but unfortunately in Fang Zuo's eyes, it is almost nothing.

Who is she?
Why did you pretend to be Yingkong Kurumi to see me?

It should be someone around Sakura Kurumi, otherwise he wouldn't know of my existence.

Feng Dielian sat in the coffee shop, constantly watching the people passing by. From time to time, men came in, but none of them was the one she was waiting for.

Instead, a few people came up to her and tried to talk to her, asking for her contact information, but were scolded by the furious Feng Dielian and left in embarrassment.

There was no reply to the message on the phone, and no one answered the call after I called many times.

It seems that this damn man is deliberately playing tricks on me.

Feng Dielian finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and walked out.

Just opened the glass door of the coffee shop.

A pair of large hands hugged her from behind and directly inserted into her white shirt.

"Do you miss me, baby?" the man said in a deep voice.

finally come.

Feng Dielian was surprised, happy and shy.

Seeing passers-by, all of them looked at me with complicated eyes, as if I was being kneaded inside my white shirt.

She struggled hard, but the arms were holding her tightly and she couldn't get free.

He wanted to use his spiritual power, but was afraid of being seen through.

Forget it, this face belongs to Sakura Kurumi anyway, so it’s her who will be embarrassed.

Feng Dielian gave up.

It’s just that the body is your own.

The solid feeling is also your own.

She seemed like a small lotus pod.

then.

I could only bite my lower lip.

Fang Zuo was very satisfied with the feel.

"Why are you so late?" Feng Dielian gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Guess." said the man.

I guess you XXXXXX
Feng Dielian almost went berserk when she heard this.

He wanted to pull out his pistol, pull the trigger frantically at the man, and empty the magazine.

It seemed as if the man sensed her rage.

With an impatient pinch of two fingers, Feng Dielian's body trembled and became much more obedient.

"Let's go inside and talk." Feng Dielian's legs were trembling a little.

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was full of doubt. "Aren't we meeting to do what we love?"

"When is there any need for conversation?"

The man was talking but his hands were still moving.

How on earth did Yingkong Kurumi get along with this man? Fengdielian was going crazy.

"Then what have you been doing these days?" Feng Dielian asked unwillingly.

"I'm thinking of you." The man's hands became stronger and stronger.

This made Feng Dielian's legs even more unstable.

"I'm asking you a serious question." Her little face was getting redder and redder.

Even her beautiful eyes began to look a little confused.

(End of this chapter)