Chapter 334 Two beauties having a night meeting at the same time
Akiyama Mako lies prostrate on the ground with tears in her eyes.
Raise your head slightly.
She recognized at a glance the beautiful woman who had returned home with her runaway child. She was none other than the popular member of the Japanese Diet, Nagimitsu Shiraishi.
Standing in front of her were beautiful legs wearing a pair of white long skirt and black shoes.
Under the light of the setting sun, the transparent stockings make the fair skin underneath look even more translucent.
The slightly soft curve of the calf and the delicate white instep that stretches the stocking fabric.
As she tiptoed lightly, the transparent nylon thread was slightly wrinkled and pressed against her skin.
Then it bounced up quickly again.
Although she is younger than the other person, Akiyama Mako feels a little ashamed of herself when she sees her skin, which is more elastic than that of a young girl.
Not to mention that beautiful face.
Behind this pair of beautiful legs is a gorgeous woman wearing suit trousers.
Without seeing it with your own eyes.
Mako Akiyama It is hard to imagine that there is a woman who is both gorgeous and androgynous.
And his child was hiding behind this woman.
I dare not look at myself.
In this scene.
It seemed that the child she had been carrying for ten months was closer to this woman in a suit than to herself.
Mako Akiyama did not blame the child.
How dare I blame the child?
For so many years, she has been almost immersed in the grief of her husband's death.
The children were not taken good care of at all.
I may be a loving wife, but I am not qualified to be a mother.
The room was quiet with only the sounds of a few people breathing and Akiyama Mako's soft sobs.
Akiyama Mako looked at Shiraishi Nagi's beautiful legs anxiously, wondering if she would help her. At this moment, a voice came over, which immediately ignited her hope.
"Do you have any official documents on subsidies issued by the National Personnel Authority of Japan?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"Yes, yes, Congressman Shiraishi." Akiyama Mako quickly got up and walked into the room.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu continued to look at the relatively new photo tucked inside her diary.
In the photo.
A group of Japanese Self-Defense Force members, wearing uniforms and carrying weapons, posed in front of the Self-Defense Force base.
The flag above the base behind him is embroidered with the emblem of the Japanese peacekeeping force.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned over the page with the photo.
Quickly flipped through the back.
The front and back pages are all diaries written by the diary owner.
It records some of his daily chores when he was sent by the Japanese government to South Sudan and Iraq for peacekeeping work.
If this isn't fake.
So.
The girl's father is Kenji Aoki.
He is indeed a member of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces peacekeeping force.
but.
If that were all, death due to accidents would be a very normal thing in the Self-Defense Forces.
Why did the Japanese government at that time want to erase his identity as a member of the Self-Defense Force? Akiyama Mako ran over in small steps and handed over several papers with both hands. She bowed her head and bent her body, very respectful: "Member Shiraishi, this is the subsidy document issued to us by the Japanese National Personnel Authority, and other bank statements record the amount of money the Kanto Affairs Bureau has transferred to us in the past few years."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu took the papers and glanced at Akiyama Mako who was lowering her head.
This woman is meticulous and serious about her work.
I took the bank statement from her before I even asked her for it.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at this official document from the Japanese National Personnel Authority.
From the running script to the specific content, and finally to the seal, everything is indeed correct.
The only doubt is, as Akiyama Mako said, about the identity of her husband Kenji Aoki.
In this official document, Kenji Aoki was just an ordinary government clerk in the suburbs of Tokyo.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the bank statement and saw that the payment method was indeed marked as Kanto Affairs Bureau.
So.
What this Akiyama Mako said must be true.
In fact, when the woman cried and told her story, Shiraishi Nagimitsu had already believed it for the most part.
No one would bring this up for no reason.
After seeing so much evidence, Shiraishi Nagimitsu had already made a judgment in his heart.
"What did the Japanese National Personnel Agency tell you at that time?" asked Shiraishi Nagiko.
"They said my husband died on a business trip and refused to acknowledge that my husband was a member of the Self-Defense Force peacekeeping force." Akiyama Mako's pale face was full of seriousness.
"The reason you want to clarify this matter is that you think the death allowance for clerks is less than that in the peacekeeping Self-Defense Forces?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a frown.
"This is one reason. I don't want to lie to Councillor Shiraishi. The subsidy for the death of a Self-Defense Force member far exceeds that of an administrative officer. But this is not the most important reason, whether you believe it or not." Akiyama Mako lowered her head and said, "I just want to know whether my husband has deceived me or not, and whether he is a member of the Self-Defense Force sent by the government to maintain peace."
She raised her head and looked firmly at Shiraishi Nagimitsu: "Member Shiraishi, I just want an answer. Who is he? Is he lying, or is the government lying, thus depriving my husband of his true identity."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't say anything and continued to flip through the information.
She had come to believe it all from Kenji Aoyama's diary and his wife Mako Akiyama's mouth.
"Have you met these colleagues of your husband?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"No, no contact." said Mako Akiyama.
There are some troubles.
Is this just one thing happening right now, or are there many?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at the date in the diary.
However, you can look up the numbers of this batch of peacekeeping Self-Defense Forces based on the date.
At the same time, Japan will definitely not be able to send too many Self-Defense Forces for peacekeeping.
According to the places recorded in the diary, it seems that I went to two places: South Sudan and Iraq.
This makes it easier to find.
but.
Now there is something very strange in the middle of this incident.
That is why the Tokyo government at the time concealed Kenji Aoyama's identity.
Was it just Kenji Aoyama who was concealed, or were the identities of all the members of the peacekeeping Self-Defense Forces concealed?
Or perhaps, the identity of the deceased was concealed.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu paced back and forth.
As a member of parliament, the information he could obtain was too little, and this was also a disadvantage as he did not have a large political family to support him.
If it was Abe Nosuke, I'm afraid that with just one order, her family and party would instantly help her find a lot of information.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu took out his cell phone and called Sakurazora Kurumi.
At this time, Sakura Kurumi had just separated from Chiba Iori.
He was walking out of Furukawa Miu's apartment.
After receiving a call from Shiraishi Nagimitsu and hearing her narration of the story, I was also very doubtful and nodded as I listened.
After Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the phone, he continued to flip through Kenji Aoyama's diary.
Then he closed his eyes and said, "I understand. Leave it to me, but I can't guarantee that I will find out the truth thoroughly."
"I can only give you a reasonable and non-disappointing answer after analyzing the pros and cons."
"Thank you, thank you." Akiyama Mako bowed gratefully: "That's enough."
"Mrs. Akiyama, I admire your comeback and affection as a wife, but as for your daughter." Shiraishi Nagiko's face was stern: "You are not worthy of being a mother. You almost pushed your daughter into an abyss from which she can never climb out."
"I am the one who let her down." Akiyama Mako looked at her daughter who was still hiding behind the woman in a suit, her face full of shame.
But she didn't know what to say. Because this was the truth, as a mother, she didn't know what to say to apologize.
Her love for her husband far exceeds her love for her daughter.
Nothing hurts more than the truth.
"I will hand her over to you for a while. If you can't fulfill your responsibilities as a mother, I will call the police and sue you in court." Shiraishi Nagiko continued, "As for the incident of her being bullied at school, my bodyguards will go with you to deal with it."
"Do you understand?"
"Obviously." Akiyama Mako reached out her hand to hold her daughter.
But the girl was reluctant to stretch out her hand and still held Ma Feihui's suit pants tightly.
Mako Akiyama was very disappointed.
The disappointment was not that her daughter did not take her hands.
What was disappointing was that she didn't feel sad at all about her daughter's behavior.
Maybe I was not born to be a mother.
Akiyama Mako looked at her daughter with eyes full of guilt Night fell.
The Lexus was on the way back.
Neon lights kept receding outside the car window.
"Once there is a crack in the original family, it is a lifelong pain." Shiraishi Nagihiru sat in the back seat, looking out the window and said calmly: "There is no way to smooth it out, and there is no way to forget it. We can only hope to be redeemed by another relationship."
As she spoke, one hand unconsciously drew on the misted car window: "No matter how many years it takes for a wound to scab over, once it is peeled off, it will still be new bloody flesh."
“Even if everyone wants to cover the gap with candy wrappers, the sugar has melted and the crack is still breathing.”
“Just like the cracked concrete floor under the neon lights, when spring comes, weeds will grow out of the cracks, but the cracks will always be there.”
Mei Shiraishi sat beside her sister in silence.
No one could understand what her sister said better than her.
She gently reached out and held her sister's hand.
My sister held on tightly, and the strength from her unwillingness to let go made her eyes a little red.
"I don't understand these. What I longed for most since I was a child was the warmth of family, but when I grew up, it seemed that many families did not have such warmth." Ma Feihui whispered while sitting in the passenger seat:
"Now it seems that a cold family seems to cause more harm to people than never having a family at all."
"So, I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky."
"Tomorrow you will go to school with her and help her solve the school bullying problem." Shiraishi Nagi turned her head and said, "If her mother still doesn't cherish her daughter, she will be punished by law."
"I will also sue her and take away her custody rights."
"I understand. I am best at suppressing violence," Ma Feihui said with a sneer.
A pair of small hands with bright red nail polish gently clasped.
There was a sound of bones crackling.
The driver next to him was so scared that his body stiffened and he stepped on the accelerator and flew up.
Ring ring ring.
The phone rang.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu took out her cell phone from her bag and saw that it was Sakura Sora Kurumi calling.
"This is a serious matter." Yingkong Kurumi said solemnly on the other end of the phone, "I used my authority to access the government database and found out that there is such a peacekeeping Self-Defense Force. About 2,000 people have been sent to South Sudan and Iraq."
"These are all in the Japanese government's announcement, but according to government data, no one died, and all of them returned alive."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned and said, "They didn't hide anything at all, which means it's a very big deal."
"I contacted my friend again. She is a lieutenant in the Maritime Self-Defense Force. She helped me check the military database and easily found the number of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force." Sakura Kurumi sneered and said:
"But what happened next even shocked her. According to her, this was almost impossible!"
"You guessed it, all the official action diaries of this unit were deleted. It seems that this matter not only involves the Japanese Personnel Agency, but also the Japanese Ministry of Defense."
"Only the Japanese Ministry of Defense at the time had this authority."
"Maybe more than that. I have a feeling that almost half of Japan is involved in it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a frown.
"Then you better be careful." Yingkong Kurumi said, "The Prime Minister election is about to begin, and there are many knives pointed at you."
"Don't worry, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Shiraishi Nagi fell into deep thought.
Why did the Japanese government at the time conceal the death of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force member? They even resorted to disguise and eliminated the identities of these dead Self-Defense Force members.
We now know that there are two major Japanese departments involved.
There are still many that are sunk to the bottom of the water and have not appeared.
The car quickly returned home and stopped at the door.
A familiar tall figure was standing at the door waiting for him.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu had a smile on her face and quickly threw herself into the man's arms.
Stand on tiptoes and give a kiss.
Cross out soft and tender.
Smell the man's scent.
Never get tired of it.
Then she was carried by the man and walked into the villa amidst looks of disgust and fear.
"Tell me, why is that?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat on the back of the sofa, his soft feet resting on Fang Zuo's back.
From time to time, she would tap the man's muscles with her white, soft and tender heels.
This is a trick she learned from Oda Yui.
You can give men a long-lasting massage without exerting much effort.
"I don't really understand your Japanese politics." Fang Zuo buried his head comfortably in the sofa pillow, but the touch still felt a little uncomfortable.
If only there was another pair of huge monsters for him to bury, Fang Zuo glanced at Shiraishi Nagimitsu regretfully.
He looked at Shiraishi Mei who was sitting in the distance.
Mei Shiraishi was watching a TV series on her iPad when she suddenly felt a chill and hugged her J-cup breasts for some unknown reason.
"But I have a question. What is your Self-Defense Force doing to maintain peace? Aren't you allowed to not initiate wars?" Fang Zuo said.
"The peacekeeping force is not actively fighting. It's called peacekeeping because it's to protect Japanese companies in places of civil unrest and prevent them from being attacked by non-governmental armed elements." Shiraishi Nagiko tapped his feet hard and said, "According to Japanese law, they cannot be sent to war-torn areas. Wait for war-torn areas!!!"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood up suddenly.
A pair of white feet stepped hard on Fang Zuo's waist.
"Yes, why did the Ministry of Defense and the National Personnel Authority conceal the deaths of the Self-Defense Forces? It should be because those countries were in war during that period, which led to heavy casualties in the Self-Defense Forces." Shiraishi Nagiko kept nodding as she spoke, and happily lay down, with a pair of huge bodies tightly pressed against the man's back. She kissed Fang's left neck with her red lips and whispered:
"Master is really good at saying it right away. I've been thinking about this for a long time."
"It's a small matter." Fang Zuo waved his arm disdainfully.
The master exposed the huge conspiracy with just a few words.
"The question now is, since they knew there was a war there, why did they still send the Self-Defense Force to the war zone?" Shiraishi Nagiko was puzzled again: "Could it be that the Japanese Ministry of Defense just wanted to conceal the fact that the Self-Defense Force suffered casualties due to intelligence errors?"
"This is the biggest possibility, but if this is the case, is it necessary to spend so much effort? Is it worth it?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was suddenly stunned and a little absent-minded:
"There is another possibility."
"In other words, the Ministry of Defense knew that there was a war there, but had no choice but to send the Self-Defense Forces there, which ultimately resulted in heavy casualties."
"That is to say, the Japanese government did so many things to cover up, and the bigger reason was to conceal the truth about sending the Self-Defense Forces!!"
Even though the heater was on indoors.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly felt a little cold.
If it is the second case, then what on earth is the reason that makes the Japanese Ministry of Defense willing to violate the Japanese Constitution and send the Self-Defense Forces to the war zone! !
It is impossible for a congressman like me to solve this mystery alone.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu called Sakurazora Kurumi again.
He told Sakura Kurumi what he had just thought of.
"How do you want me to help you?" Yingkong Kurumi on the other end of the phone also felt incredible and said, "All the marching diaries of that unit have been deleted. Even if something happened, it is unknown."
"I think you can help me contact your friend who is a navy admiral and ask her to check the marching track of the troops." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said: "Even if the marching diary is deleted, the marching track is recorded in the satellite system database."
"These databases are shared by several major departments of the Japanese government. It should be impossible to delete them. Otherwise, they could have deleted the number of this peacekeeping Self-Defense Force as well."
"Perhaps, we can find some clues from the marching trajectory."
"Okay, wait for my news." Sakura Kurumi said.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly put down the phone.
Checked the temperature in the room.
23 degrees.
Why is it so cold.
"Hold me!!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu caressed Fang Zuo with her body: "Master~~~"
She said in a coquettish voice.
Fang Zuo looked at the time and felt a headache.
There are two women who have made appointments with me tonight.
Kaedeka Ren and Hashimoto Yuna.
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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.
Rena Morisawa was sitting on the sofa in the monitoring room, looking at emails on her iPad.
It contains the latest monthly reports from the Yamaguchi-gumi from all over the world.
This little beautiful woman is like a black widow spider lying on this planet.
Slowly weaving a huge spider web, gradually covering all the countries on the planet.
Knock knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." said Rena Morisawa.
Miyagi Xiangzi pushed open the door and walked in.
Now she is dressing more and more modernly, the only thing that remains unchanged is a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings.
She was followed by several young people.
"Kana, I brought them here." Miyagi Makoto said as she sat next to Morisawa Rena.
"Thank you for your hard work, Muko." Morisawa Rena nodded, gently hugged Miyagi Muko, then turned her head to look at the five young men kneeling on the ground.
"Go ahead, Xiangzi said you have some new ideas you want to tell me." Morisawa Reina said with a smile: "You are all highly educated talents trained by the Yamaguchi-gumi, and your fathers are also old members of the Yamaguchi-gumi. I have never doubted your loyalty."
"Besides, you should also know how the Yamaguchi-gumi treats traitors, so you won't risk your entire family's lives to mess with me."
Several young people prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to look up.
The fear of Rena Morisawa is ingrained into my bones.
Of course they knew how cruelly the Yamaguchi-gumi treated traitors.
Young people born in modern civilized society are trained by the Yamaguchi-gumi to become highly educated talents.
It is already a terrifying thing to see the steaming blood rapidly flowing out of the body.
Not to mention the extremely cruel methods of abuse.
Watching the scenes of those Yamaguchi-gumi traitors being tortured.
They felt it deeply.
Death is sometimes a relief.
The place they followed Miyagi Muko to today made them feel even more deeply the unfathomable nature of this beautiful leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Even scary.
A beautiful wife of the largest underworld organization in Japan.
I was actually in the observation room of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency, wearing home clothes, looking at an iPad, drinking coffee, and turning on the heater.
There is a pile of fruit on the table in front of me.
What on earth happened? Is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department also a branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi?
Several young people prostrated themselves on the ground, all thinking that their ideas were ridiculous.
But everything before them forced them to believe it.
The world seems to have become a little strange.
"Madam." One of the young men raised his head with courage: "Our money laundering methods are too backward. In today's world where countries are increasingly suppressing drugs, if the Yamaguchi-gumi wants to develop, it must have the latest money laundering methods."
"Oh~~~!" Morisawa Reina was holding a makeup mirror and applying lipstick. She looked over with interest after hearing this: "What's your name?"
"My name is Nakata Kiyotaka, madam." The young man looked at the beautiful face of his wife.
She blushed in shame and immediately looked away.
A beautiful woman is not necessarily attractive, but a woman who is both beautiful and has an inviolable identity.
It's like the most delicious honey in the world.
Even if there are vicious bees guarding the hive, the men want to dig out the hive.
Get a taste of her.
Rena Morisawa has also been worried about the source of funding for the Yamaguchi-gumi recently.
As the fight between her and other local gangs in South America intensified, her funds became increasingly stretched.
Money laundering.
It has always been a major way for the world's underworld to make money, second only to drugs.
Moreover, money laundering not only brings significant income to the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Another great benefit is that you can get to know the people at the top of the pyramid.
After all, who among ordinary people needs to launder money?
"Tell me about it," said Morisawa Reina with a smile, "Why are our money laundering methods so backward?"
(End of this chapter)
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