Chapter 328 Bellybands of Various Colors
"What the hell is the Koizumi family doing?" Abe Noja frowned. "The old man just died of a heart attack, and now his son doesn't even attend such an important show, but instead lets this celebrity daughter-in-law come out?"
"That's perfect. If the Koizumi family collapses completely, the Abe family will become the first political family in Japan, which is just right." Shiraishi Nagimitsu glanced at Abe Nosuke with her beautiful eyes and joked.
"In such a big political circle, you are the only one who dares to joke with me like this." Abe Noja glared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
Then he turned his gaze back to the person in the distance, Takigawa Asami, who was greeting various media reporters in a familiar manner.
The Abe family and the Koizumi family have never gotten along well. In addition to being rivals in the political circle, the Abe family is somewhat disdainful of the Koizumi family's reputation as Japan's number one political family.
Because although the Koizumi family is indeed the family with the longest history and the most members of parliament in Japanese politics.
But there is only one family that has produced three prime ministers, and that is the Abe family.
Naturally, I feel a little unconvinced.
"No, in Japan or Europe and America, members of parliament without a background like you will fall, but political families will never fall. Otherwise, the Koizumi family would not have been able to occupy the seats of members of parliament for a hundred years." Abe Nosuke continued:
"Are you really not going to assist me? If you agree, the Abe family will also support you."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded to show her agreement, then shook her head to refuse.
Also looking at the beautiful woman with a smile in the distance.
She certainly understood the powerful strength of these political families in Japan, and these were also her weakest points.
If he wanted to become prime minister, his only opponents would be these political families.
Whether it is the Abe family or the Koizumi family
In countries like Japan, Europe and the United States, if you want to have a place in the political circle, you cannot do without three factors: money, votes, and reputation.
They represent economic strength, supporters, and popularity respectively.
And these are exactly what the hereditary descendants of political families are born with.
Financial strength includes one's own money and fundraising capabilities.
In these countries, although it is claimed that anyone can run for election, those who want to run for a seat in parliament must first pay a registration fee of 60 million yen.
Ordinary people simply cannot afford it, not to mention that this is just the threshold. The subsequent advertising fees and labor costs are astronomical.
Then there are the supporters.
After years of operation, political families will have built up a huge network of supporters.
It is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
At the lowest level is the Members’ Support Group, which is usually composed of loyal supporters and is responsible for tasks such as creating momentum, organizing the masses, and building relationships.
The backbone is local councillors, such as the Koizumi family's alliance of county councillors.
These people have intricate interest relations with various agricultural associations and chambers of commerce in the local agricultural, industrial and commercial circles.
By supporting members of the Koizumi family, these agricultural, business and industrial associations will receive policies, grants and subsidies passed by Congress, which will bring great benefits to them and the local areas.
The top support layer comes from important figures in politics, business, and the entertainment industry within the family headquarters’ network.
Whenever there is an important election, these important figures in Tokyo's political, business and entertainment circles "drop into" the electoral districts to help candidates canvass for votes.
Managing territory is the first priority for being elected as a member of parliament or even as prime minister.
These are also where political clans have the greatest advantages.
Therefore, in one-on-one elections in small constituencies, it is difficult for newcomers to shake up these "hereditary" political family members.
Not to mention stepping onto the big stage.
Signboard, that is, popularity.
The children of these political families obviously also have a great advantage by relying on the reputation of their fathers and grandfathers.
For example, after Junichiro Koizumi was elected prime minister, he asked the newly graduated Shinjiro Koizumi to work as his political secretary, in order to help him understand the rules of the political circle and increase his exposure.
This is also a tactic used by all political factions.
The recently elected President of the United States, Trump, has brought his three sons into the political circle to serve as his special envoys and political assistants.
It is obvious that this two-term American president, who came from a businessman background, was not willing to let his family be just a small business family.
He focused on cultivating new political stars among his three sons, hoping that they would take over his political legacy in the future.
In the early political circles, people only relied on the reputation of their political predecessors and families.
In addition to relying on his own family, Junichiro Koizumi was able to be elected prime minister because of the political fame and political legacy of his teacher Kakuei Tanaka.
However, with the advent of the era of information explosion, more and more political families have discovered that sports stars and entertainment stars can bring greater fame to their families.
And more traffic.
So these politicians have begun to marry celebrities from the sports and entertainment industries.
The Koizumi family is the best at this.
This Takigawa Masami is an example.
Marrying this beautiful woman brought Shinjiro Koizumi huge attention.
It can be said that as long as these political families do not fall, even a dog can be pushed to an appropriate political position by the families.
It's just a different size and location.
Asami Takigawa's superstar style gradually returned as she was surrounded by reporters.
Every gesture and movement appears more elegant and graceful.
Seeing Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Nozume approaching, the reporters made way for them.
Takigawa Masami generously took the lead in extending her hand: "Member Abe, Member Shiraishi, hello, I am Shinjiro Koizumi's wife, Takigawa Masami."
"What? Shinjiro Koizumi doesn't care about such an important occasion? He doesn't even come himself?" Abe Noja gently stretched out her hand and shook it, her red lips slightly raised: "He really doesn't care about the people who support him at all."
Seeing Abe Nosuke coming up to attack, Takigawa Masami acted calmly:
"I'm sorry, Senator Abe, but my husband has caught a bad cold and is now bedridden with a high fever."
"It's because he values this television show and the people who support him that I am here to represent him."
"We are one as husband and wife. I believe that the people who support him will also support me."
"Really? Then will Mrs. Takigawa Asami also run for prime minister on behalf of Mr. Koizumi?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said after shaking hands.
"Of course not. My husband is still running for prime minister. This has not changed," replied Takigawa Masami.
"Since Mrs. Takigawa Asami is not participating in the election, how can she express Mr. Koizumi's political views on his behalf?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"Don't worry, Councillor Shiraishi. My husband and I have discussed this issue often. Moreover, I have learned a lot from the elders in the Koizumi family over the years." Takigawa Asami looked at the two beauties in front of her with surprising calmness.
She thought she would stutter and back off, but she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
"Come on, three beauties, why don't you take a photo together?" a reporter nearby suggested.
In such an occasion, the three of them naturally would not shirk their responsibilities, and they stood together appropriately.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood in the middle, with Abe Nosuzu and Takigawa Asami on the left and right.
The picture is extremely pleasing to the eye.
The reporters were also very satisfied, and these photos will unsurprisingly become hot headlines soon.
Takigawa Masami appears calm on the outside, but her heart is filled with turbulent emotions
I came here with my husband not long ago, and was like a rat in a dark corner.
I huddled aside and watched with envy as Shiraishi Nagiko and Abe Noja shone their own light on the stage.
And now.
I actually stood together with two strong women who I once thought were unattainable.
Standing in this spotlight.
Enjoy everyone's envious looks.
Perhaps, this is the value of life. Perhaps, it would be better if Shinjiro Koizumi was really sick ——————
Just as Masami Miura and Sakurana Hojo were about to walk out.
Feng Dielian walked in confidently.
She had her hair tied into a bun and a mischievous smile was hidden on her delicate face.
Wearing a black police uniform thick coat and blue jeans.
The floor was creaking as a pair of durable leather shoes stepped on it.
"Everyone, it looks like you guys aren't having a smooth time." Feng Dielian took off her coat and threw it aside, then unceremoniously dragged a chair over and sat down: "Why? The famous judicial duo can't even handle an American lawyer?"
"If I remember correctly, you two were very powerful in the Security Bureau at that time, ordering people around and making them run around in circles!"
Masami Miura and Sakura Hojo looked at each other.
It was known that the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department was very dissatisfied with the two of them.
"Deputy Director Feng Dielian, please stop being sarcastic. You don't want to see Governor Miura get away with it, do you?" said Hojo Sakurana.
"I don't care. Arresting people is our duty, and accusing and sentencing are your duties." Feng Dielian shrugged.
"We have already arrested the person, and you... I watched the live broadcast of your trial. I didn't expect that a famous lawyer from North America could easily stump you."
"For us, the Security Department, this kind of small matter is just a piece of cake."
"You" Hojo Sakura was furious, but she didn't dare to offend her, fearing that she would turn around and leave or not cooperate in the court: "I don't believe that your Security Department has any means to deal with her."
"What? Are you trying to provoke me?" Feng Dielian sneered and said, "I won't be fooled. It's you who are incompetent, not us."
"I'm just here to be a witness for you, just going through the motions."
"Deputy Feng Dielian, I'm sorry. We were too reckless before." Miura Masami walked up to Feng Dielian and bowed deeply.
A very sincere apology.
"If there is any way, please help us."
Miura Masami's move scared Hojo Sakura who was standing next to her.
Masami Miura, who is always vindictive and very concerned about her reputation, actually apologized.
It seems that a lot has changed during this period of time.
I have become unrecognizable to myself.
"Don't be fooled by her, Miura Masami." Hojo Sakura said, "This is a court, not a crime scene. You can't just pick up a gun and solve it."
"How about a bet?" Feng Dielian said, "I can get rid of that lawyer in a minute. If I succeed, you have to promise me two things in the future."
"What if it doesn't work?" Hojo Sakura followed up.
"If you don't accomplish it, then forget it. Just understand that this is me helping you." Feng Dielian said with a sneer.
"Tell me your conditions first." said Hojo Sakura.
"First, follow me to the Security Bureau and apologize to my subordinates."
"Okay." Hojo Sakura nodded.
This is not unacceptable.
I have to admit that the normal procedural review was somewhat contrary to my original intention due to my anger.
"As for the second thing, I haven't thought of it yet. Don't worry, I won't let you kill anyone or set fire to anything." Feng Dielian said.
"Even if you ask me to do it, I won't do it." Hojo Sakura snorted, "I won't do anything that breaks the law."
"Okay, this is what you promised. Don't forget it. Is the court in session now? Let's go if it starts." Feng Dielian didn't push her too hard. She stood up and picked up her coat.
Walked out first.
Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around and said, "Remember, don't stop me from doing anything I do later, or I won't admit my failure!!"
After looking at each other, Masami Miura and Sakura Hojo were full of questions and were speechless for a while.
I had no choice but to follow him out the door and enter the courtroom through the side door.
At the agreed time, the place was already full of people.
Knock knock knock.
"Everyone, please stand up. The trial begins." Masami Miura, wearing a chief justice robe, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and banged the gavel.
"Your Honor, jury, I request that the prosecution's witness Feng Dielian appear." Irene Hayes stood up and said.
"Agreed." Masami Miura banged the gavel.
Feng Dielian walked in and stood at the witness position.
"Excuse me, Deputy Feng Dielian, when you and Deputy Yingkong Kurumi were arresting my client, what did you hear and see at the scene?" asked Irene Hayes.
"I heard that Governor Miura was in a very unstable mood. What he said has been recorded. I saw him raise a chainsaw to kill Miura Masami." Feng Dielian said.
"I would like to ask if Miura Masami was injured or tortured at that time?"
"No."
"How far away was my client from the chainsaw he was holding at the time."
"Maybe a few steps."
"So, my client's chainsaw is still at a safe distance from Miura Masami, right?"
"You can't say that because..." Feng Dielian frowned.
"Witness, you just need to go back to whether I am or I am not," Irene Hayes interrupted.
"Yes." Feng Dielian nodded.
"OK, I'm done asking questions, you can stop now." Erin Hayes immediately said to the audience and jury in the courtroom: "As you can hear, my client was holding a chainsaw and was at a safe distance from Masami Miura."
"He has a very good record in this prosecution and has so many reputable people testifying on his behalf."
"He had no motive to kill. Not only did he not choose to use Yin-Yang magic to kill people at the scene, he didn't even hurt the person at all."
"In the end, when they were still at a very safe distance, they were stopped by Sakura Kurumi's gun."
"And at the moment of stopping him, he couldn't cause any harm to Miura Masami at all."
"So how does this prove that my client attempted murder?"
"Mr. Murder is a very serious crime in the practice of justice."
"Especially in Japan, a country that still has the death penalty, any judgment must be made with extreme caution."
"Therefore, I hope that the court and the jury will be able to implement the recognized international principle of giving the benefit of the doubt to the defendant and find my client not guilty of the charge of attempted murder."
There was a discussion among the jury and the audience.
Miura Masami knocked the gavel. "Silence. Do the prosecutor and the defense have anything else to say?"
"No more," said Irene Hayes, smiling.
"No more." said Hojo Sakura.
In this case, although the prosecution cannot be overturned immediately, it will definitely create doubts in the jury's mind.
Since there are doubts, the jurors will inevitably leave room for maneuver before imposing a very cautious punishment like the death penalty.
It can be said that in this case, there is a high possibility that Miura Tomo will get away with it.
Maybe it ranges from attempted murder to attempted wounding.
That's a huge difference.
Next, there was the backyard body burial case.
Masami Miura was also full of disappointment.
She can use her power as a judge to forcibly overturn the jury's opinion.
However, in the eyes of the live broadcast and on-site audiences, once this is done, it will lose credibility.
What's more, there are so many of Miuraka's judicial disciples, and it is impossible for her to make a judgment so easily.
The two of them looked at Feng Dielian at the same time.
I can't think of anything else she could do.
"Wait!!!" Feng Dielian suddenly shouted.
His face was calm, but he looked very depressed, his hands were clenched and his whole body was shaking.
The whole audience was stunned by the roar.
"Why? He is obviously a murderer, why are you helping him?" Feng Dielian said angrily.
Everyone present could feel her anger.
As Feng Dielian spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand.
A huge shuriken was spinning rapidly in her hand.
"Don't you know how many people he has killed? You actually still want to help him get rid of the crime? You, a woman, are an accomplice!!" Feng Dielian slowly walked out of the witness stand and walked towards Irene Hayes.
The spinning shuriken was held in her palm, and the wind blew it caused the documents to fly around the courtroom.
Miura Masami and Hojo Sakura were stunned.
Just when I was about to stop her, I remembered what Feng Dielian said.
They all stopped at the same time.
The two pretended to be shocked and stood there.
"Since you want to help him get rid of the crime, then you should die for him!!!" Feng Dielian walked in step by step with a grim smile on her little face.
Irene Hayes looked at the shuriken in Feng Dielian's hand spinning violently, the whistling sound was like a chainsaw.
Can cut off his own head easily.
She was so scared that her face turned pale and she was about to run away.
A gust of wind appeared.
Her legs were tied so she couldn't move.
"What are you doing!!"
"Oh my god, someone is committing murder in the court!"
“Call the police now!!”
"Ah, she is the police!!!"
“Hurry up and save them!!”
Everyone in the audience turned pale with fear and ran towards the door, trying to escape from the crime scene.
Several Yin-Yang magic spells flew over from the audience, but were blocked by a huge wind wall that appeared when Feng Dielian waved her hand.
"No one can save you." Feng Dielian said with a grim smile.
Slowly walked to Irene Hayes.
"Help! Help!" Irene Hayes screamed frantically and hysterically: "Help, help! Help!"
How could such a pervert appear in the court? I can't die here . I still have a lot of time to waste. Erin Hayes waved her hands and struggled, but her legs couldn't move at all.
Suddenly, the huge shuriken in Feng Dielian's hand stopped spinning and was put away by her.
He waved his hand again.
The wind wall disappeared.
Everything is back to normal.
"Lawyer Erin Hayes, do you still think your client's murderous intent is not enough?" Feng Dielian said sarcastically, "Then why are you shouting for help?"
Then Feng Dielian spoke to the audience and jury who had half escaped.
"Everyone, do you still think there is something suspicious about the murderer's killing? Ask yourself what you are afraid of?"
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Fang Zuo’s vision followed Momoki Kanonai.
Looking at this little Protestant world.
This huge starship makes any human who sees it feel insignificant.
Although most of it was buried in the yellow sand, Fang Zuo still felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
And that’s just on land.
If a starship with an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers flew over your head, blocking out the sky and the sun, you can imagine how shocking it would be.
suddenly.
Fang Zuo's whole body trembled.
He shifted his gaze away from the massive starship and looked toward the mountains in the distance.
An object in the distance truly shocked him.
This huge starship only made Fang Zuo sigh slightly.
This thing made Fang Zuo so surprised that he almost made a sound.
Even the soul was disturbed.
My heart is pounding.
Fang Zuo, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, suddenly stood up and breathed heavily.
He practiced a calming technique and it took him a long time to calm down.
This is not some mountain range.
It is something that I am extremely familiar with.
A machete.
Watermelon knives can be found everywhere.
Fang Zuo recognized at a glance that it was the machete he used when he was with Zhang Benhe and gangsters.
Hand-grinded by myself.
There is a hole in the blade.
The holes are tied with laces of different colors.
Fang Zuo's eyebrows couldn't stop trembling.
These ridiculous laces are their own masterpiece.
To be precise, it was a masterpiece created during my passionate youth.
That's the thong strap.
He took them off the women with his own hands and tied them to the knife with his own hands.
That’s absolutely right.
At that time, I had not yet become a Yuanying Zhenren, but was just a young Taoist priest who had just entered the stage of Qi Refining.
He escaped down the mountain and smuggled into Hong Kong.
Zhang Ben, who was still a little yellow-haired, and a few others carved out a piece of land for him.
but.
Different but.
Now this machete is so huge that it cuts through the small Protestant world like a mountain.
The tail end of the machete was wrapped with colorful silk in black, red, and purple colors.
I don't know what these silks are made of, but they flutter in the wind like flags.
It is still bright and beautiful, without any fading.
Fang Zuo took a closer look.
No. Not flags. They're fucking bellybands.
Bellyband tied together.
Colorful, one after another.
Various bellybands.
Ancient bellyband.
What the hell is going on? (End of this chapter)
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