Chapter 282: The Fall of the Judicial Twins
Masami Miura came to a commercial building on Shibuya's 4-chome and took the elevator straight to the SKY Bar.
I looked around in the luxuriously decorated bar and saw many men and women, but there was no sign of Hojo Sakura.
She took out her cell phone and called Hojo Sakura.
"Hey, I'm here, where are you?"
"We're on the rooftop. It's so boring down there."
"Isn't it cold up there?"
"It's hot. Just drink two cups and it will be warm. Come up."
"OK."
Masami Miura hung up the phone and went up to the top floor of the rooftop via the spiral staircase in the bar.
There was only an empty rooftop and a lonely and graceful figure with long hair draped over her shoulders.
Hojo Sakura was wearing a black lace dress, revealing her slender waist.
Sit on a chair next to the rooftop, put your feet on the fence, and drink while watching the night view of Tokyo.
Masami Miura couldn't believe her eyes.
Her impression of Hojo Sakura's dressing style is still stuck in her college days. She likes to wear neutral clothes, usually either a sweatshirt or a big jacket.
He also wore tight jeans on his lower body.
Although we met quite a few times later, it was mostly in work occasions, and I almost always wore suit jackets, white shirts, and uniform skirts.
But now.
Hojo Sakura not only wore a sexy black lace dress that revealed her fair skin, but also exposed her waist.
You can clearly see the soft black bra inside, and it seems that the size is much larger than before.
That would have been fine, but the cross-straps of the thong extended from the pants and were blatantly tied around the slender waist.
Even Masami Miura herself rarely wears this kind of sexy thong.
Most of them are a small piece of ice silk fabric, connected by several thin ropes and then fixed above the hips.
Compared to the one she was wearing now, which had triangles of lace on her hips, this one must have less fabric.
It seems that she has really changed a lot! "Sakura!" Miura Masami called out and walked over.
Hojo Sakura turned sideways, flicked her long hair, supported herself by lying on her side, and waved to her.
Masami Miura walked over and sat opposite Hojo Sakura.
But she still picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the golden liquid inside, while looking at the night view.
Maybe he felt it was not satisfying enough, so he took another big sip, but without swallowing it, he put the ice cubes in his mouth and broke them into pieces with a "crunch".
Only then did he swallow the mixture of the golden tequila and the crushed ice cubes in his mouth.
"It's so hot." Hojo Sakura turned her head and fanned herself with her little hands.
The beads of sweat on her chest stuck to the black lace.
"Is it hot? I feel a little cold." Masami Miura crossed her hands in front of her chest and rubbed and caressed her bare arms.
"Take a sip and it won't be cold anymore." Hojo Sakura picked up a cup and the half-full bottle of tequila next to it.
The rich golden color inside means that it has been stored in oak barrels for at least three years.
Tequila from this vintage tastes the best.
She poured half a cup for Miura Masami and threw two ice cubes in.
"Here, drink it."
"You know I can't drink." Masami Miura looked at the half-full glass of tequila in front of him hesitantly.
Compared to sake which has an alcohol content of more than 10%, she had never tasted tequila with an alcohol content of over 40.
"Are you here to drink with me?" Hojo Sakura frowned, and her already tipsy face turned even redder: "If you don't want to drink, go back."
"I'll drink." Masami Miura picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.
The cold touch and rich alcohol taste in the mouth are mellow and soft, mixed with a slight oak flavor.
"Cough cough." Masami Miura was suddenly choked by a big gulp of alcohol, and her throat felt burning and uncomfortable.
With his red lips wide open, he coughed violently with his chest heaving.
"Haha. Drink slowly. You'll get used to it after a while." Hojo Sakura poured herself another half cup and threw two ice cubes in it: "Is it warmer now?"
I don't know if it was the effect of the hot alcohol or if my coughing increased the blood circulation.
A blush also appeared on Miura Masami's face, and the feeling of coldness indeed disappeared in an instant.
The blood rushing to her head made her mind very excited, and it seemed that many of the worries along the way were also put aside.
It turns out that drinking can really relieve worries.
She looked at the mostly golden liquid in front of her, smelled the faint fragrance, picked it up again, and took a big gulp.
This time her tender throat adjusted to the alcohol content.
A stream of cold liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, instantly becoming extremely hot, causing the temperature of his entire body to rise.
Even her plump buttocks, through the thin satin fabric of her dress, warmed up the cool stool.
There's a slight heat inside.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Hojo Sakura stared at Miura Masami's blushing face: "Don't say no, if you don't tell me now, don't tell me tonight."
Masami Miura said nothing, picked up the half-full bottle of tequila and poured himself another glass.
He tilted his head back, shook his long hair, and drank it all in one breath.
Then she covered her red lips with her little hand and burped lightly.
The burning feeling is extremely pleasurable.
"After I went back today, my father scolded me and said that I shouldn't interfere with the work of your Inspection Office." Miura Masami lowered her head and made an excuse: "Now you are in charge of supervising the Security Office for these two cases. Can you take them back?"
"How is this possible, Miura Masami?" Hojo Sakura shook her head. "I admit that I didn't really want to investigate these two wrongful cases. After all, a long time has passed. There is no need to sacrifice so much police force and taxpayers' money."
"But." Hojo Sakura's face flashed with resentment: "Now it's not just a matter of inspection. Sakura Kurumi played a trick on me and made me look bad in front of the entire judiciary and the cabinet. Even the National Security Agency called to accuse me."
"The more this happens, the more I will investigate these two unjust cases. I have to confront Yingkong Kurumi."
"Can't you just give in to me for once and help me?" Miura Masami put the empty glass on the table, her face flushed and her expression even more aggrieved: "You also know that my father is a stubborn and upright old judge. He even beat me hard because of this matter."
Masami Miura turned his arm, and a slightly bruised purple stick mark was clearly visible on the side.
"Ah, your father is really something. He still beats you like this even though you're already this old." Hojo Sakura looked at the bruise and shook her head: "Aren't you very angry with Sakura Kurumi? What? You give up after being beaten twice?"
"You're right. I'm a person who cares about my reputation. I was wronged by Sakura Kurumi, and I was very angry. I also wanted to redeem myself. But when I think about it carefully, my father is right. We shouldn't interfere with the judicial process. This is no different from knowingly breaking the law." Miura Masami stretched out her hands, tightly grasped Hojo Sakurana's little hand, and pleaded with a wronged expression:
"So, Sakura, can you please help me and give up the investigation of these two wrongful cases? Let the Police Department open the files and conduct their own investigation."
Hojo Sakurana's slightly drunk face was getting hotter and hotter. Looking at Miura Masami, whose face was also red and who was begging her, she was silent.
Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly heard some movement in the corner of the rooftop.
"Who?" She turned her head sharply and looked in the direction of the voice.
"Who is it?" Masami Miura was shocked. Although she had not done anything illegal, what she had just said was considered a secret in the judicial world. It would be bad if someone with ulterior motives heard it.
It would be even worse if it was recorded and posted online.
Especially in this age where mobile phones are everywhere and online information is exploding.
A headline like "A first-level prosecutor and the Chief Justice had a private meeting in a bar in an attempt to interfere with the judicial process" is enough to become a hot search on major apps.
The two beautiful ladies have become famous for more than half a year.
"Go and check, don't get recorded." Miura Masami anxiously pushed Hojo Sakurana's little hand.
Hojo Sakura nodded, stood up and went to look for it in the corner of the huge platform.
Masami Miura also pulled up her fallen dress and followed.
The two of them tiptoed to the corner of the platform, which was where the bar placed sundries on the platform and there was no light.
I saw a tall figure in the darkness, facing the railing of the rooftop and saying something.
But when Hojo Sakura looked over, there was nothing on the opposite side of the figure.
Is this a ghost?
She looked sideways at Miura Masami suspiciously.
Masami Miura said she couldn't see anything either.
Is this man mentally ill?
Still saying something to the fence.
"Are you pretending?" Masami Miura said softly.
Hojo Sakura shook her head.
"No matter what, our conversation cannot be recorded." The two looked at each other.
Miura Masami came out and shouted, "Where did this psycho come from? What are you doing in the corner? Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?"
Hojo Sakura took two steps forward and said seriously, "Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm a prosecutor. Show me your ID card."
Fang Zuo felt a little melancholy after sending the star official away, and his soul and body were a little weak after the battle.
Especially the lightning net emitted by the unknown object in the blue flame consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.
The fire inside me was rising, and I felt a silent irritation in my heart.
Hearing these two impolite words, he frowned, turned around, took a step out of the shadows.
"Ah!!! Pervert!" Masami Miura screamed, covering her red lips with her small hands, but her beautiful eyes widened under the influence of alcohol to take a closer look.
"Who are you!!! Where are your clothes? Why are you naked?" Hojo Sakura's cheeks were bloodshot, she bit her lower lip, and her legs became weak unconsciously.
A tall, strong, muscular man appeared in front of the two people.
Both of them are also regulars at the gym, so of course they can appreciate the beauty of muscle lines.
Unlike the big guys in the gym, this kind of well-proportioned and unsculpted muscles, every fiber is formed by the concentration of strength, without any excess.
As for those two strong legs and... Gulong.
Alcohol strongly stimulates the female hormones of Hojo Sakurana and Miura Masami.
The two of them widened their beautiful eyes in shock, and swallowed their saliva at the same time as they looked at the man's body.
A greater feeling of heat burned the whole body.
Keep your legs tight.
Fang Zuo frowned and looked at the two beautiful women who were drunk, their two pairs of beautiful eyes spitting out fiery gazes.
Then he bit his lower lip, and their eyes were sticky and muddy, as if they wanted to eat themselves.
Look down.
Only then did he realize that he had come out of the kingdom of God, put away the body of Ashura Mingwang, and forgot to mend his clothes.
Now he was completely naked and wanted to put on some clothes, but he found that all the clothes that Shiraishi Nagi had prepared for him were worn out.
He didn't want to explain too much to the two of them. He was too lazy to pay attention to them after being rudely scolded by the two beautiful women.
He threw down a look, a look that completely disregarded existence.
The inner fire caused his heart to become restless, so he needed to find a place to circulate his Qi, calm his blood, and refine the large amount of incense he had just looted.
"Why don't you speak?" Hojo Sakura saw that the man was looking at them with contempt.
The grievance she had felt before became even more intense. How could a proud girl like her tolerate such a look from a man?
Especially when the other person is the target of your strong physiological needs.
Driven by alcohol, her face was flushed, and even the skin on her chest could be seen red under the black lace.
Gritting her teeth, she walked up to the man and looked up at him: "Hand over your ID card. I am Hojo Sakuranai, a first-level prosecutor in Japan. I suspect you are doing something illegal here. I have the right to check your ID card."
Masami Miura also felt the man's gaze. She valued face more than anything else and could not stand such contempt.
She also walked forward, using her petite body to see the man's face clearly, and she raised her head higher.
Fang Zuo glanced at the two of them coldly, smelling the different scents of perfume and the strong body odor induced by alcohol on them.
Turn around and leave.
suddenly.
Two small hands grabbed one of his arms, and pulled it back in a standard grappling posture.
The other woman grabbed his other arm, also using a universal grab.
Masami Miura and Sakura Hojo each grabbed one of the man's arms. Having received judicial training, they naturally knew the basic grappling techniques.
But these two thick arms were as strong as steel and did not move at all.
The muscles above were extremely hot, and the heat transferred from them made it difficult for them to withstand.
"I think you want to die." The man said coldly.
The next moment, Hojo Sakurana and Miura Masami found themselves suddenly unable to move.
What happened? Who is this man?
With a 'squeak' sound.
The two people's faces, which were red from alcohol, instantly showed expressions of horror, and their two pairs of beautiful eyes widened.
Hojo Sakurana's black lace dress was torn open, leaving only a pair of black yoga pants that tightly adhered to her hips.
Masami Miura was so ashamed that she almost cried.
The one-piece dress instantly turned into pieces and fell to the ground together with the two people's broken bras.
All that was left was a green lace thong.
Green laces tied around the hips.
The two people's fair bodies were rosy under the effect of being slightly drunk, just like strawberries and cream mixed together, looking fragrant, tender and delicious.
Under the man's gaze, she felt as if ants were crawling slowly on her skin.
Smelling the strong masculine scent on the man and feeling the burning heat from his skin.
They both made guttural sounds at the same time.
"What do you want to do? I... um... I'm warning you." Miura Masami warned, but her tone and her slightly trembling body sounded more like an excited invitation, which made her feel a little ashamed: "I am Chief Justice Miura Masami, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Japan. You should have heard of my name. You are committing a crime, do you know that? A crime!!!"
“Pah.”
A heavy slap hit her in the face.
She immediately shut her mouth and dared not speak anymore.
Tears flowed down.
The burning pain on her face was like a large glass of tequila, further stimulating her emotions.
Her eyes went from wide open to confused, and she bit her lower lip harder and harder.
Was this desire or fear? The man reached out and grasped her chin, then brushed his thumb across her red lips and pried open her teeth.
His index finger stroked the subtle wrinkles on the pink roof of her mouth.
The next moment.
Two ice cubes and golden tequila were stuffed into her mouth.
Then a big hand pressed down on her head, just patted it and applied a little force, and she slowly squatted down.
As well-behaved as a female cat.
Hojo Sakura watched the proud Miura Masami squatting down in humiliation, but she did not show the slightest reluctance.
My mind went blank and my eyes became even more muddy.
It's unclear whether the look in his eyes was one of contempt or desire.
"What about you? What did you say your name was?" the man asked.
"Hojo Sakura" Hojo Sakura answered tremblingly.
"What position?"
"Japan's first-level prosecutor" Hojo Sakurai wanted to state her identity majestically, just like before.
But the alcohol in her body was like a huge blower, and her body was like dry firewood.
She answered unconsciously, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at Miura Masami who was squatting down.
The woman's expression.
It instantly ignited her body.
"Very good, help me check it out." said the man.
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early morning.
Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.
Yingsora Kurumi, who had not slept all night, was still looking at documents in the office.
"This is the information we got back from the University of Tokyo." Feng Hualian walked in wearing a police uniform.
"Thank you for your hard work. You haven't slept all night again. Wow, you smell so strong like an aunt in flesh-colored stockings." Yingkong Kurumi reached out and touched Fenghualian's beautiful legs.
"Hey, you don't have nothing, go touch yourself, didn't you stay up all night?" Feng Hualian slapped Yingkong Kurumi's naughty little hand away and put a Starbucks paper bag on the table: "I brought you coffee and pastries. You guessed it right, it's really the Miura family."
"The current head of the Miura family, the former Grand Justice, had a daughter who died of brain cancer very early. She is also the younger sister of Grand Justice Miura Masami, two years younger than Oono Keiji. It seems that Oono Keiji did all this for her."
"But in this situation, Keiji Ohno firmly denies it, and there is no better way." Feng Hualian handed over the information.
Yingkong Kurumi flipped through the information: "There is a way to confirm who the murderer is, but as you said, it is not easy to find evidence."
She closed the file and took another one: "According to the autopsy report, the deceased had traces of Yin-Yang magic on his body. We can find out who is the Yin-Yang master in the Miura family."
"The one who can make the Miura family do their best to protect him is definitely not a small character from a side branch, but a direct descendant."
"But in the final analysis, Keiji Ohno still has to testify against them. Otherwise, even if we figure out the murderer, we won't be able to do anything to him."
"I'll do his work." Feng Hualian put away the information and said, "Give it to him, maybe it can break his psychological defenses."
"Let's give it a try." Sakura Kurumi nodded.
Just as Feng Hualian put away the information and was about to go out.
The cell phone rang.
She looked down and saw the video message sent by Hashimoto Yuna.
After connected.
She was seen sitting alone by the windowsill, wearing only a white patterned shirt and a pair of white panties.
She had long hair and no makeup, and her skin was faintly visible.
She wrapped her arms around herself and placed them on the knees of those amazingly long legs.
The long and winding legs show off the smooth lines of the legs.
His little face was buried in his arms, and I don’t know what he was thinking.
Only when I heard the call was connected did I turn my face to the side.
"Hey, our long-legged beauty, what's wrong with you?" Feng Hualian leaned over and rarely did she insult her.
Both of them could see that she was not in a good mood.
"Although my undercover work helped wipe out the demon tribe in one fell swoop, what about the other innocent people?" Hashimoto Yuna said dimly, "They are all ordinary people who were captured by the demon tribe and taken to the island."
"Didn't you report it to the military?" Feng Hualian asked.
"Of course I reported it." Hashimoto Yuna sighed, "The military didn't have any good ideas, and after discussion, they came to the conclusion: don't record it."
Feng Hualian was stunned: "What do you mean by not recording it?"
"It means not acknowledging the intelligence reported, which means not taking responsibility." Yingkong Kurumi said calmly, "This is what the police force and the military would do under many circumstances."
"Isn't this a bit..." Feng Hualian hesitated and said, "cruel."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Saving a private is something that only happens in movies." Sakura Kurumi sighed and said, "First of all, how can we guarantee that this intelligence is true and accurate? Secondly, how can we guarantee that these residents are innocent? Finally, who is responsible for the deaths of these Self-Defense Force members who died in order to save those uncertain conditions?"
"I don't blame the military." Hashimoto Yuna said softly in the video: "I understand. I'm just thinking, what can I do to save them before the military attacks."
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Principal Sakura Hibiki's office.
"What kind of teachers did you hire?" Yua Mikami slammed the table in anger.
School director Fujita Koji was terrified and quickly smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Miss Mikami. I will fire them immediately."
As he said this, he gave a look to Sakura Feiguang who was standing beside him.
After knowing the whole story, Sakura Hikari said calmly: "Ms. Mikami, they are not simple teachers either. Think about it, is the person sitting on his lap a simple person?"
Mikami was stunned.
Take a deep breath.
Yesterday, the final amount was 100 million US dollars, and the two women gave me a sarcastic smile and just left. I was so angry that I didn't sleep all night.
As soon as I close my eyes, I see these two, oh no!
A scene of washing the feet of a group of women.
But what should I do in the future? At this moment, not far away, in the women's dormitory of Tokyo University.
Momoki Kanonai was closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.
Sweating profusely.
In a Protestant cathedral far away in North America.
The Archbishop was staring intently at the screen.
"The awakening of the Saint's true soul failed, and the coordinates of the Holy Light Anchor Point have not been found."
"The Saint's True Soul is initiating emergency response procedures and activating the Holy Light Anchor Point."
"The Saint's Soul failed to be awakened again, and the emergency procedure is being reactivated."
(End of this chapter)
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