Chapter 339: A beauty who is thinking about love, a visitor from her hometown in China

Miura Masami walks out of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

It's sunny.

Looking at the warm spring sun.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Everything that had just been discussed made her feel a little uneasy.

It turned out that the mature and beautiful woman was the female leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

But why is he staying in the security office so openly?

And the environment is very good.

What is her relationship with Sakura Kurumi? Miura Masami didn't guess any further. Some things are better left unsaid.

She just needed to know that there was still work for her to do.

Katsushika Ward, Tokyo.

A huge white building with high walls is heavily guarded.

Not only is there a high-voltage power grid, but there are also the latest instruments to monitor what is happening in the prison.

It houses Japanese criminal defendants, prisoners serving fixed-term sentences and death row inmates.

Governor Miura was escorted by police officers to the prison and quickly ate his first lunch in prison.

As a psychic, he is now no different from other ordinary prisoners.

The alloy shackles that imprison his spiritual power and the chemical injections that paralyze his various nerves have made him no different from an ordinary person.

On the contrary, long-term reading and teaching made him look lack of exercise and a little weak.

He was like a bookworm who would fall down at the slightest gust of wind.

After lunch, the prisoners have time to go out for some fresh air.

The playground has a huge grassy area and several basketball courts.

Governor Miura sat on the grass, gazing at the spring sunshine and dozing off slightly.

There is a book on his knees.

The weather is still a bit cold.

Only the sunlight gave him some warmth.

He pushed up the frames of his gold-rimmed glasses.

fine.

Soon these days will be over.

He will be rescued by the US troops stationed in Japan soon.

Maybe after next week.

You will find yourself on the white beach of Miami, Florida, North America, basking naked in the same sun.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the result, at least he saved his life.

Although he lost his distinguished status in Japan.

But in North America.

He can still command his Japanese disciples and those members of the Miura family who are loyal to him from afar.

He can still choose a North American university famous for its law school to teach and come into contact with students who come here from Japan to study.

Use your influence.

As for his dear sister, the Chief Justice, she will definitely die at his hands.

Let her go down to accompany her father.

There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

'Bang'

Suddenly a basketball flew over and hit Governor Miura on the head.

The frame of his gold-rimmed glasses was shaken off.

Several big men in prison uniforms with various evil ghost tattoos on their necks and arms walked over.

Governor Miura frowned and put his glasses back on.

He moved his eyes back and opened the book to the page he had not finished reading.

"Hey, you guy who's reading, hurry up and pick up our basketball." a big man shouted.

Governor Miura was too lazy to pay attention and continued reading his books.

"I think you don't want to live anymore." A big man stretched out his foot and was about to kick.

"Stop it, don't be rude." The big man in the middle stopped him and said, "Do you know who he is? The famous Professor Miura, a big shot in the Japanese legal community."

"Do you want to stay in jail for a few more years? Many prosecutors and judges are from the Miura family."

The big man in the middle took two steps forward and squatted down near Governor Miura: "I am right, Governor Miura."

"If you know, get out of here right away." Governor Miura said calmly.

"Then do you know who we are?" The squatting big man was not angry, and still said with a smile.

"I don't need to know who you are." Governor Miura turned a page of the book and continued reading.

"No, no, no, you must know who we are." The squatting man said, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on the book that Governor Miura was flipping through to block his view: "My name is Hayata Imai, and my daughter is hospitalized in the University of Tokyo Hospital. Poor little girl, she was diagnosed with leukemia."

Governor Miura looked at the big hands pressing on his books, slowly turned his head, and looked at Imai Hayata coldly: "What does what you said have to do with me?"

"It matters a lot, because you saved my daughter." Imai Hayata continued to say with a smile. Thinking of his daughter, tenderness appeared on his scarred face, and his fierce eyes softened: "She will get the best treatment in the world, and will be matched with the most suitable hematopoietic cells first. You know, she is only twelve years old. She is very cute and looks a lot like her deceased mother."

"She and her mother are everything to me. I have already lost my wife and cannot live without her."

"She will be cured soon. After she is cured, she will enter the best private school in Tokyo and study with the children of you big shots."

"No one knows that her father is a Yamaguchi-gumi gangster. She will receive the best education in Japan, study law at the University of Tokyo, and become a respected prosecutor or judge."

"So?" Governor Miura pushed up the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses, grabbed the hand that was pressing on the book and blocking his vision, and threw it away with disdain: "Do you need me to donate to you and save your daughter? Are you dreaming? Who do you think you are?"

"No, no, no, Governor Miura, thank you for your trouble. Someone has already donated." After saying this, Hayata Imai grinned.

Suddenly, he kicked his legs hard and jumped up. His burly body pressed down on Governor Miura like a mountain.

She stretched out her large palm-leaf fan-like hand and tightly covered the mouth of Governor Miura, then whispered in his ear: "Your sister Miura Masami asked me to say hello to you."

After hearing this, Governor Miura's eyes widened suddenly and he kicked his legs desperately to try to break free.

But the next second.

Several big men came up immediately and held down his hands and legs.

Then several tall figures appeared and blocked everything that was happening here.

It also blocked the warm sunlight shining on him.

Governor Miura's pupils suddenly contracted and he stared at the other party's raised hand.

A white toothbrush is reflected in the pupil.

The handle is sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

Governor Miura tried hard to hum something.

But no one was interested to know.

then.

The big hand holding the toothbrush stabbed down hard.

'Puff.'

After a sharp pain in the neck.

Governor Miura heard the sound of blood gushing out of his aorta. He saw a streak of bright red splashing on the book. His gold-rimmed glasses fell to the grass during the struggle, and his vision began to blur. His struggling limbs slowly stopped. This spring day is so cold. Father, I am here to accompany you. Governor Miura's eyelids gradually drooped, and he slowly lost consciousness.

In the Supreme Court on the other side of Tokyo.

Masami Miura returned to her office.

"Are there any new documents for me to review today?" she asked her assistant.

"Yes, Justice Miura, several prison commutation application documents were sent to us this morning," said the assistant.

"Bring it here and let me see it." said Masami Miura.

After taking the folder handed over by the assistant, Masami Miura found the document she was looking for.

Without saying a word, he immediately signed his name, then took the official seal of the Supreme Court and stamped it forcefully.

When she was done, she handed the file to her assistant.

Then close your eyes and put your glasses aside.

I was thinking back to the deal I made with that beautiful Yamaguchi-gumi woman.

I still have doubts in my heart.

but.

Since Sakura Kurumi asked her to meet the female gang leader, it shows that she trusts her.

What's more, it is within my power.

After a moment.

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Masami Miura opened her eyes.

Two middle-aged men in judge's robes walked in.

'Snap.'

A middle-aged man threw the document on Miura Masami's desk.

"Judge Masayoshi Miura, these two applications for commutation of sentence do not meet the requirements for reasonable commutation of sentence at all. I don't understand why you agreed and stamped them with the official seal." said a middle-aged man.

"That's right, Judge Masami Miura, according to the rules and regulations of the Supreme Court, two of our three justices must agree to approve the commutation of sentence and affix the official seal of the Supreme Court." Another middle-aged man said, "You did this without consulting us. If you don't give us a reasonable explanation, we will file a complaint against you to the Procuratorate."

"Let me ask you." Miura Masami leaned back in her chair, her legs in black stockings tightly clamped together, her beautiful eyes staring coldly at the two of them: "If these two commutation documents were signed and stamped by Governor Miura, you would definitely agree without even reading them, right?"

"We don't understand what you mean?" the two looked at each other and said.

"Do I need to explain it more clearly? Do you distrust the women of the Miura family?" Miura Masami sneered, "If you want to follow him so much, you can follow him to America, or... follow him to death."

"Miura Masami, what do you mean?" one of them said angrily, "Are you cursing us?"

"It's meaningless, and I didn't curse you two." Miura Masami shook her head: "You can leave now."

"If you disagree with the two probation documents I approved, you can take them to the Procuratorate."

"But now, get out, now!"

Miura Masami shouted sternly.

"Okay, Masami Miura, then we'll meet at the Procuratorate." The two looked at each other, picked up the documents on the table, turned around and left angrily.

Just walked a short distance.

Both of them received the message on their phones at the same time.

After opening it, they stood there in shock, looking at each other.

Looked at each other.

I couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"How could this happen? Such a horrible woman, what should we do now?" One of them said, "Should we go to the procuratorate?"

"How is that possible? Governor Miura is dead. Are we really going to be buried with him?" Another shook his head and said, "You know, to be elected as the next Supreme Court Justice, we still need the signatures of many authoritative figures from the Miura family."

"But we just offended her."

"Go in and apologize. At worst, we'll just listen to her from now on. Do you want to be like Governor Miura? Accidentally killed in prison by a few hooligans? Ha, do you believe it? I don't believe it. This is absolutely humph!"

"I didn't expect that Justice Miura Masayoshi would be so...

"Shut up, keep your voice down, don't let her hear us. When we get in, we should behave better and be more respectful than when we met that dead guy, Governor Miura."

Masami Miura in the office also received the message at the same moment.

The heart that had been hanging in the air finally settled down.

Finally , everything of the Miura family and the entire Japanese judicial system belonged to him.

No one forces me to leave this chair anymore.

Masami Miura slowly closed her eyes.

Got everything I dreamed of.

But there was not much joy in my heart.

Empty.

If only the master was around, he could fill this emptiness.

Masami Miura's face was slightly flushed.

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Thinking of Fang Zuo's strong muscles and strength.

His chest heaved.

at the same time.

The entire top of the Japanese pyramid was in shock.

A major event occurred in the Miura family, which has dominated the Japanese legal system for nearly a hundred years.

The only son in the direct lineage.

The famous doctoral supervisor of judicial students at the University of Tokyo: Governor Miura.

It turned out to be an American.

He is also a colonel in the US military stationed in Japan.

The most shocking thing is what happens next.

In prison.

Governor Miura was accidentally killed by several inmates in a gang fight.

A sharpened toothbrush handle was accurately inserted into the carotid artery.

So far.

Chief Justice Masayoshi Miura took over all the power and reputation of the Miura family.

There is a high possibility that he will become the youngest lifetime honorary chief justice in Japanese history.

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And far away in North America, the White House in Washington.

Inside the President's Office.

The things belonging to the previous president have been moved out.

Current President Trump looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary on the desk and sneered.

Pick it up and throw it in the trash.

Those Catholic guys nearly got themselves killed.

First, the judicial prosecution was used.

His villa was raided by prosecutors and he was subsequently prosecuted by the court.

Then even the assassination came.

Fortunately, there are many psychics around me.

Fortunately, I still won in the end. However, I made a lot of promises to them during the election, and now they have to be fulfilled one by one.

The time has come to deliver the big promise.

Trump sat down and lay back in the chair with his eyes closed.

His hands were placed alternately on his chest on his suit.

This is the most powerful chair in the world.

The taste is really wonderful.

"Dear Mr. President." Dr. Blair walked in.

"Dear Blair, you're here. I'm glad to see you." Trump opened his eyes and sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and greeted Dr. Blair with a smile.

As a businessman, I have always respected professionals.

"I've seen your plan." Trump tapped the table with his right knuckles. "Is there really such a thing as a starship?"

"Is it really as big as the Washington metropolitan area? That's a bit exaggerated. It's far beyond my imagination."

"Yes, Mr. President, after all, the universe is endless." Dr. Blair nodded excitedly: "I'm talking about those guys"

"NONONO" Trump shook his head and interrupted, "Don't talk nonsense, Blair, just talk about your profession."

"Yes, Mr. President." Dr. Blair said he understood: "Our scientific and technological research and development has already shown signs of decline. If we don't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid we will soon fall behind the great Eastern powers."

"There is a question that has been bothering me, dear Blair," Trump frowned and said, "The amount of scientific research approved by Congress has never decreased, and is still much higher than that of other countries, but why are the results getting less and less?"

"Sorry, Mr. President," Dr. Blair looked embarrassed.

"I'm not targeting your research team." President Trump waved his hand: "Don't worry about it. I'm talking about the technological status of the entire government and society, including private companies such as Boeing, Martin, Apple, etc."

"First, the technology of this planet has reached a bottleneck period. It's like an exam. It's easy to get from 1 point to 60 points, but every point higher is difficult. So we must get a starship, Mr. President." Dr. Blair continued: "Second, there are fewer and fewer Chinese scientists in North America."

"Are there fewer and fewer Chinese scientists?" President Trump asked in confusion, "We attract scientists from all over the world. Are Chinese scientists so important?"

"Yes, Mr. President," Dr. Blair nodded, "Many achievements were made by Chinese scientists, but they were covered up by the Jewish media."

"For example, the founder of Boeing was of Chinese descent, who designed and manufactured Boeing's first aircraft. The atomic bomb was about to be abandoned in the Manhattan Project, and it was Ms. Wu Jianxiong who played a key role. The computer used by Abloh to land on the moon was also made by Chinese descent, and the person who solved the problems of binary and semiconductor characteristics was also of Chinese descent."

"Our Minuteman series was also developed by Chinese, and leading semiconductors, such as Nvidia, are almost all staffed by Chinese engineers."

"Mr. President, when those Jews stood on the Nobel podium and announced their achievements that changed the world, they did not mention that they were surrounded by Chinese scientists."

"Including the Jewish media."

"Be careful what you say, Dr. Blair." Trump interrupted, "That's it, don't say anything more. I am very interested in your plan now."

"Yes, Mr. President, as long as we succeed in getting the starship, we will make America great again as you said." Dr. Blair thought of what Momoki Kanonai said and his blood boiled.

Such a huge starship, even if a piece of armor is removed and studied thoroughly, it may be enough to make the technology of this planet advance by leaps and bounds. "You can ask the National Security Agency to cooperate with your plan, but dear Blair," President Trump showed a serious expression: "I still say that Washington will not recognize anything related to your plan."

"There will be no record kept of this and if you fail, you will go to jail for it."

"I understand, Mr. President." Dr. Blair nodded.

After Dr. Blair left.

A woman walked in wearing high heels.

"Dad, the Israeli envoy is here," said Trump's daughter Ivanka.

Trump rubbed his brows and said, "Call them in. It seems that we have to pay back our debts."

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At the film and television base in Osaka.

In one of the film sets.

Wearing a school uniform and a student wig with big bangs, Keiko Minamikawa gave the camera her last sweet smile.

Long black hair, snow-white face, bright red lips, and light pink eye makeup.

It's hard to believe.

This is a white-collar beauty.

"Click!!! OK, we're done!! Very good, very perfect!! Keiko, you're worthy of being a big star, you can handle any role!!" The director stood up very satisfied and greeted the frowning Minamikawa Keiko in a flattering manner.

"Director, please don't ask me to star in this kind of college youth film in the future. I feel a little weird." Minamikawa Keiko took off her wig and complained, "If we weren't old friends, I would never agree to take on this kind of script from you, and play a role that makes me embarrassed at my age."

"Jingzi, you underestimate yourself too much. Look at yourself in the camera, what's wrong? Tsk tsk, you look just like a college student." The director patted his chest to show that what he said was true.

"But I'm about to go next door to perform in NHK's Taiga drama, and the role I'm playing is a character who is very different from now in terms of age and everything else." Minamikawa Keiko sat down, and immediately a group of makeup artists quickly surrounded her, removing her makeup and changing her into the next look.

They all gathered around Keiko Minamikawa, holding wigs, jewelry and various costume props to work.

Minamikawa Keiko looked at herself in the mirror, and she began to change slowly. She put on a headgear from the Warring States Period and frowned: "I am going crazy."

After a while.

A beautiful woman from the Warring States period wearing an embroidered kimono appeared in front of everyone.

She has a cool look and dark red lips.

She plays Oda City, the most beautiful woman in the Warring States Period.

"Wow, Sister Jingzi, you are so beautiful." A small figure ran over and looked at Minamikawa Jingzi in the mirror.

There were stars in Oda Yui's eyes.

"Call me auntie. Your mother is beautiful and has a great figure." Minamikawa Keiko patted Oda Yui's face lovingly.

Oda Yui, who was filming next door to him, was unexpectedly chosen by Takeshi Kitano to be the heroine.

At first, I didn't know that she was Shiraishi Nagimitsu's daughter.

I was surprised when I found out.

"Of course, not many have a figure as good as my mother's." Oda Yui lowered her head and looked at her chest, frowning.

"Okay, when you have a man in the future, you will also grow bigger." Minamikawa Keiko leaned her head over and whispered in Oda Yui's ear.

"Really?" Oda Yui's face was full of longing.

"Of course it's true." Minamikawa Keiko said with a smile: "Have you finished filming your scenes? How did you have the time to come to me? Director Kitano Takeshi will scold me if he finds out."

"He won't scold me." Oda Yui shook her head: "Several investors have come to his office. I'm afraid he's in a bad mood now."

"Is it white?" Keiko Minamikawa sighed.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to make movies in Japan these days.

Funds, props and personnel are all controlled by Jewish financial groups. There are more and more rules and regulations, and we even have to comply with their political correctness.

“It would be great if Onii-chan was here.” Oda Yui sighed, “He can solve anything.”

"Is your Onii-chan so powerful? She has charmed your mother to death and you admire her so much?" Minamikawa Keiko asked curiously.

When I heard Oda Yui calling me sister, I didn't think much about the word "onni" from Oda Yui's mouth.

"Of course, Onii-chan is the most powerful person in the world." Oda Yui said confidently.

The little face was filled with happiness.

"By the way, they will come to see me today."

"Ah, why didn't Nagi tell me?" Minamikawa Keiko held up her kimono with both hands and frowned, "I still have several scenes to shoot."

And at this moment.

In the office of a film studio next door.

Kitano Takeshi was surrounded by several white people, shouting angrily: "Don't even think about it!

at the same time.

A passenger plane lands at an airport in Tokyo.

A young man in a sweatshirt was stopped by Japanese customs.

"What do you have?" The customs officer picked up the item the young man was carrying and asked, "What kind of weapon is this?"

"Peach wood sword? Do you know?" The young man rolled his eyes helplessly: "Is there a Chinese translation? Have you Japanese never seen this before? You really have no experience at all!"

"Fuck, how do you say that in Japanese?"

"Eight Yalu!!"

(End of this chapter)