Chapter 363: The beauty asks for humiliation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu defeats the Prime Minister
Shiraishi Nagiko smiled at Yume Hatoyama who was standing beside him and said, "Minister Hatoyama, we just met again. You came quite quickly."
"I dare not disobey the order of Prime Minister Shigeki, don't you think?" Hatoyama Yumemi shrugged.
The pistol was spinning around and around in the little hand carelessly.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not continue the conversation.
Instead, he turned his head and looked at Shi Pomao again.
On the way of sight.
She saw Sakura Kurumi gave her a questioning look.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu instantly understood what Sakura Sora Kurumi meant.
Her beautiful eyes blinked.
Signaling that she could rest assured.
Then she moved her gaze to Shiba Mao and stopped.
"Prime Minister Shiba Shigeru" Shiraishi Nagiko said: "I know that over the years, when you were excluded by major Japanese forces, it was the Aso family that helped you."
"I also know that you have had various identities in your decades of political career."
"But do you know what your identity is now?"
Shiba Shigeru listened to what Shiraishi Nagimitsu said without interrupting or rejoining.
Silent.
Just stand inside the desk with your hands on the desk surface.
Fat face.
He stared at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with sharp eyes.
Waiting for her to finish.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly stood up and looked straight at Shiba Shigeru.
The eyes were sharp and there was no giving in.
She said word by word:
"No matter how many identities you have had, no matter how much help the Aso family has given you, don't forget that you are now the Prime Minister of Japan, and hundreds of millions of Japanese people are watching you."
"When you consider any issue, you should start from the interests of the Japanese people, not just one family."
"Japan is not their Aso family!"
"You are not the watchdog of the Aso family, you are the prime minister of hundreds of millions of Japanese people!"
Shiba Shigeru's expression changed slightly, and he continued to look at Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
Shiraishi Nagimi's eyes were fixed on Shiba Shigeru, and his speech became faster and faster, and his voice became higher and higher: "In 1981, Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka brought you into politics and let you serve in his civilian position."
"In 1986, you became a member of the Japanese Diet for the first time and were the youngest member of the Diet at the time. You have been elected to the Diet a total of twelve times since then."
"In 1993, you couldn't stand Prime Minister Morihiro Hosokawa's dictatorship and were the first to lead a rebellion against his party."
"In 1997, you opposed Prime Minister Ichiro Ozawa's policies and once again resigned from your position as a cabinet minister."
"Have you become numb after so many years in politics?"
"Think about what Kakuei Tanaka said to you when you first entered politics in 1981. What was your original intention? What was your political ambition?"
"In the days that followed, you repeatedly opposed the prime minister's wrong practices and even resigned from the cabinet. What were you thinking at that time?"
“And now.”
“Ask yourself again, do you still remember your earliest political ambitions?”
"Do you still remember your original intention?"
Shiba Mao's expression changed drastically, and his cloudy pupils became blurred.
He supported himself on the table with both hands and slowly clenched his fists.
When Shiraishi Nagimitsu talked about his resume sentence by sentence.
Countless images kept appearing in his mind.
My eyes unconsciously moved to the photo frame on the right side of the desk.
In the photo frame.
Young Shiba Mo.
Looking at the camera with high spirits.
He wasn't so fat at that time.
Suit fits.
Thick hair.
It’s been forty-four years. I didn’t realize that I have been in politics for forty-four years. Words by Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
It made him feel like he was back in the first time he entered Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka's office . He sat in front of the kind old man.
Listen to each other's teachings.
It feels like many years.
"Come help me, Shibamo. Start as my clerk."
“Young people should have the energy of young people”
"I will soon return to the kingdom of God when I am old."
"My illness can't be cured. I won't survive this spring. You have to work hard. It's up to you, Shipo Mao, to do it in the future."
Shiba Mao withdrew his arms that were supporting the table and slowly sat back in his chair.
I recalled the old man's earnest teachings and my eyes became moist. Is this my original intention?
There was silence in the office.
Yingsora Kurumi still sat there with a solemn expression.
Everything that was happening before her eyes seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Yume Hatoyama was actually looking at Shiraishi Nagiko and Shiba Shigeru standing there with great interest. He looked around and waited for the result. Anyway, everything that happened had nothing to do with the Hatoyama family. Finally.
Shibamo broke the silence.
He sat in the chair, slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Sorry." He let out a long breath.
Open your eyes again.
But he looked at the photo frame on his right.
That younger self.
It was as if he was saying sorry to himself in the photo frame.
"Minister Yume Hatoyama," Shiba said in a hoarse voice, "You can start now."
He said in a deep voice: "I order the immediate arrest of Councillor Shiraishi Nagimitsu on charges of threatening Japan's national security."
"Take her back and detain her. All relevant information will be confiscated and destroyed."
"Open a file for her at the Ministry of Public Security if she continues to investigate anyway."
"Thrown in jail and enter the judicial stage"
"I understand, Prime Minister!" Hatoyama Yumemi put away the white beautiful legs that were clamped between her legs and stood up.
He turned the pistol in his hand and inserted it into the holster at his waist.
At the same time, he took out a pair of handcuffs from behind and said to Shiraishi Nagi with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, Councillor Shiraishi, I have to trouble you to come with me. Don't worry, I will prepare a separate room for you."
After saying that.
She smiled at Yingkong Kurumi, whose expression remained unchanged, and said, "Professor Yingkong Kurumi, I have heard a lot about you!"
"It seems you have a penchant for robbing criminals."
"Do you want this?"
"If you ask, I'll give it to you. Let's switch. Just give Kana Morisawa back to me."
Sakura Kurumi then turned around, glanced upwards and looked at Hatoyama Yumemi who was standing there.
He retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Minister Yume Hatoyama, right? I don't think it's necessary, because... I don't think you can take Councillor Shiraishi away."
"Oh?" Hatoyama Yumemi was a little surprised, holding the handcuffs.
"Minister Hatoyama Yumemi, please wait a moment." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly.
He took out a document from the small bag in his hand, stepped forward, and placed it on Prime Minister Shiba's desk.
Stretch out your little hand and motion for the other person to take a look.
Shiba Mao moved his eyes to the document, picked it up, and scanned it quickly.
"You're taking things for granted, Shiraishi Nagi." Shiba Shigeru pushed the file back: "Don't you realize where your problem lies?"
Shiba Shigeru said with regret: "You are challenging the political rules of the game that have been followed in Japan for hundreds of years."
"Do you think I should take this seriously just because this little bit of nuclear material was smuggled?"
"The fact is, even if the amount of lost nuclear material was several times greater, so what?"
"These political families and chaebol families have done far more than what you have investigated in the past hundred years."
Shiba Shigeru stood up and turned his back to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
He put his hands behind his back and looked out the window:
"Over the years, there have been ten major public hazards in the world, and our country, which considers itself a developed and civilized country, has four of them."
"In 1955, during the Toyama Prefecture osteomalacia incident, more than 100,000 people were exposed to cadmium, 200 people became seriously ill, and more than 150 people died."
"Who did it? The companies under the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu and the local councillors to whom the Abe family belongs are closely linked."
"The Minamata disease incident in 1956 caused 100,000 people to become ill, with more than 2,200 severe cases and 1,784 deaths."
"Who did it again? The Mitsui Zaibatsu companies and the Koizumi family colluded with officials and businessmen."
"There was also the Yokkaichi asthma incident in 1960, which caused more than 15,000 people to become seriously ill, including more than 1,000 deaths, and hundreds of thousands of people to suffer from chronic respiratory diseases, affecting several surrounding prefectures and cities."
"It is still a disaster caused by these chaebols and political families."
"Finally, in the 1968 rice bran oil incident, there were more than 14,000 victims, many pregnant women who were poisoned gave birth to mentally handicapped children, and 178 people died directly."
"It's still the same group of guys. It's either this or that."
"Since World War II, there have been many incidents. In comparison, it's just that the whereabouts of some nuclear materials are unknown. So what?"
Shiba Mao turned around and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and shook his head in disappointment: "Shiraishi Nagimitsu, you are still inferior to Abe Nozume after all."
"I'll give you one last chance, Shiraishi Nagimitsu. As long as you promise to give up the investigation, you can still walk out of the Prime Minister's Office safely."
"Nothing happened. Everything is the same as usual."
"I refuse!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said without hesitation.
"You really don't know how to live or die." Shiba Mao sneered and said, "I'm sorry, Minister Yumemi Hatoyama, you..."
"Wait, let me say a few more words." Shiraishi Nagimitsu interrupted.
"I understand what the Prime Minister means." Shiraishi Nagiko said without changing his expression, "But Prime Minister, you don't understand what I mean."
"The document before you is only a copy."
"And the official document is in the hands of a woman named Caitlin Palacios."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Shiba Shigeki frowned and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu in confusion.
"Let our Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall come and explain who she is." Shiraishi Nagimitsu replied.
Shibashige looked at Sakura Kurumi.
The beauty stood up and said slowly, "Caitlin Palacios, affiliated with the United Nations Interpol, position: Director of the International Security Department, an officer of the Italian Armed Forces, and a member of the EU Security Advisory Group."
"What do you mean? Shiraishi Nagimitsu!! " Shiba Shigeru turned his gaze back to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
Looking at the smiling face of the beautiful congresswoman, he suddenly understood what Shiraishi Nagimitsu wanted to do.
"If you terminate my investigation, this document will be brought to the United Nations and placed on the desks of the five permanent members of the Security Council." Shiraishi Nagiko spread out her hands: "One copy for each of the five permanent members."
"Japan, a country that has a written promise in its constitution not to actively participate in war, has dozens of nuclear bomb materials missing, and has concealed it from international nuclear organizations and not reported it."
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, you should understand what this means and what will happen."
"Then the five permanent members will ask the Prime Minister, what do you want to do?"
"Not only that, I'm afraid President Trump in Washington will personally ask you to come over and explain."
"Shiraishi Nagiko!!!" Shiba Shigeru slammed his desk hard, his face flushed as he shouted, "Where is your political literacy? Do you know what you are doing? Do you know how much of an impact this will have on Japan?"
"All countries will no longer trust Japan. It will deal a huge blow to our country's credibility, and we may even be sanctioned by the international community."
"Mr. President," Shiraishi Nagi smiled and did not give a direct answer. She said indifferently, "I've been reading some Chinese books recently and learning Chinese."
After a pause, he looked at Shibamo's strange expression and laughed even more happily.
She went on to say: “I learned very useful words from it.”
"I think it is most appropriate to answer the Prime Minister with this sentence now."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu put away his smile and said sarcastically: "That's none of my business!"
"I don't care whether you live or die?"
"I'm not the Prime Minister of Japan. The person sitting in this position now is you, Shiba Shige!"
“What will happen next?”
"It's none of my business." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said word by word.
"You!!! Shiraishi Nagimitsu!!!" Shiba Shigeru angrily shouted the name of the beautiful congresswoman in front of him.
As a man, this was the first time he felt that this beautiful face was so hateful.
"Prime Minister, I'm sorry to interrupt your temper." Sakura Kurumi interrupted calmly, "If this matter gets out, I'm afraid the entire political and business environment in Japan will be under unprecedented pressure from the world."
"And all these pressures will be borne by you."
"I know!!! You don't have to tell me!" Shiba Mao shouted loudly.
His eyes were still looking at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with anger.
Unbuttoning the shirt neck, breathing heavily,
The office fell silent again.
Shiba Mao had to think carefully about what to do.
He can help the Aso family, but that doesn't mean he is willing to put himself under such great pressure for the Aso family.
Even eating sushi or instant noodles can make you a hot topic.
If something like this happened again He simply couldn't imagine it. Shiraishi Nagiko looked at the man in front of him, with a mocking look in his eyes.
An alliance of interests will naturally be broken by interests.
When weighing the pros and cons, all alliances appear fragile.
"Prime Minister, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed slightly, and without waiting for Shiba Shigeru to speak, he turned around and left with full confidence.
Shiba Shigeru raised his head and glared at the slender back of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
Ta-da-da.
The crisp sound of her high heels sounded like a slap in her face in her ears.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister?" Hatoyama Yumemi raised his eyebrows and looked at Shiba Shigeo inquiringly.
"Let her go." Shiba Mao leaned back and sat down.
He stretched his short and fat body into the chair exhaustedly.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, if there is nothing else, I'll take my leave." Sakura Kurumi also stood up, patted her police hat and put it on.
Saluted.
"Let's go." Shiba Mao waved his hand weakly.
He also waved at Yume Hatoyama who was about to speak: "Okay, stop talking, and leave now."
Hatoyama Yumemi shrugged, bowed slightly, and walked out the door.
Shiba Mao was the only one left in the office.
He sat there blankly.
Turn your eyes to the photo frame on the right.
Stared for a while.
Then move to the right.
There is also a photo frame next to it.
He stood with the late Prime Minister Kakuei Tanaka.
Next to her was an ordinary-looking young woman wearing a kimono and smiling.
The teacher's daughter, Tanaka Makiko.
"Shiba, remember, it is very simple to have a good relationship with our neighbor next door. All we need to do is to face up to and reflect on Japan's historical problems."
Kakuei Tanaka's voice of instruction once again echoed in his ears. Shiba Shigeru picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, is this Naoki Tanaka?" Shiba Shigeru said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't stop this."
"But don't worry, since you have married into the teacher's family and changed your last name to Tanaka, you are a member of the Tanaka family. I will definitely protect you in this position no matter what."
The other party's voice of thanks came from the microphone.
Shiba Mao paused and hesitated for a while.
then.
He asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Makiko, is she okay?"
Outside the Prime Minister's Office.
"Wait a minute!" Sakura Kurumi called out to Shiraishi Nagimitsu who was about to get in the car and leave.
"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile.
Yingkong Kurumi hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I have a question for you."
"Oh? No need to be so polite, just say hello directly." Shiraishi Nagimitsu closed the car door that was already open.
"You just asked this question to Shibamo." Sakura Kurumi looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with a fiery and direct gaze: "If...if you take his position and become the Prime Minister of Japan in the future."
"If you were faced with the same choice at that time, what would you do?"
"What do you mean?" Shiraishi Nagiko asked puzzledly.
"If you had to choose between the Japanese people and him, what would you choose?" Sakura Kurumi asked seriously.
"This question is too simple." Shiraishi Nagihiru smiled and reached out her hand to help Sakura Kurumi push away a strand of her long hair in front of her police hat:
"I will sacrifice all of Japan"
"If he needs it."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu patted Sakura Sora Kurumi's little face.
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North America.
On the beach in Los Angeles.
The group of psychics from the National Security Agency were looking at everything several kilometers away through instruments.
Shocked beyond words.
"Who are those two men?"
"What on earth are these black qi?"
The third Protestant was easily beheaded by the young man.
That powerful array of divine weapons of Protestantism.
The young man punched him again.
It was like hitting mud.
Dead bodies were scattered everywhere.
Arms and heads were flying everywhere.
The scene was extremely bloody.
The other middle-aged man let out a strange laugh that sounded like that of an evil person.
The body is reaping harvests everywhere like a ghost.
Every time his black flag passes.
Countless black air was swirling.
In the black air there were the miserable cries of a woman and the crying of a baby.
Even though they were at such a long distance, these psychics turned pale after hearing it.
Extremely terrified.
It can be seen how miserable those psychics present are.
Only the remaining Protestant members and psychics from other organizations were seen.
Under the entanglement of black air, the flesh and blood melted like a candle.
Only bones were left.
Then it collapsed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
And at this moment.
Fang Zuo, who was on the scene, threw out a punch to help Wang Jianguo break up the divine armed formation.
Just floating in the air.
Wang Jianguo below was feasting on these souls.
He has no idea.
A divine thought that could easily crush him was being blocked firmly by Fang Zuo.
"What? Why don't you make a move?" Fang Zuo said calmly, "If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to find such a good opportunity again when I get an official identity."
"This thing is of some use to me." An old voice echoed in Fang Zuo's ears: "Fellow Daoist, can you give me what you have in your hand?"
"Impossible." Fang Zuo flatly refused.
"No room for negotiation?"
"Unless I die." Fang Zuo said expressionlessly.
"Well, it seems that this thing is destined for you." The old voice smiled carefreely: "Then I won't take away what others love."
The old voice kept its word and its consciousness disappeared in an instant.
Disappeared without a trace.
In a massive basement somewhere in North America.
There were strange flashes inside the huge formation.
An old man in Taoist robes sat in the middle of the formation.
"Master, his realm has dropped to Jindan, which is a good opportunity. Why do you let him go?" asked the middle-aged man in a white suit in confusion.
"Stupid, this thing is dispensable to my Dao, it is nothing more than a reference." The old man said in a deep voice: "It is not to the point where I have to fight him with Dao."
"Moreover, don't underestimate any Yuanying Zhenren. Even if his realm falls, how do you know he doesn't have a trump card in hand?"
"As long as he doesn't stand in my way, there's no need to go to the point of life and death."
And now it is northeast of Los Angeles Beach.
Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock were gritting their teeth and looking fiercely at the young Asian man in the fire.
"Who is he?" Michaela Cohen looked at Fang Zuo's blurry face, then looked at the Jewish holy relic in his hand, her little face tense.
It was only many years ago that I found out from old auction records that the lost holy relic of Judaism was in the collection of a wealthy man on the beach in Los Angeles.
This plan seemed to be on the verge of success, but this young man reaped the fruits of victory.
Demi Blackrock also looked at Fang Zuo who was high in the sky in the distance.
I feel like this figure is familiar.
But I couldn't see his face and couldn't remember where I had seen him.
"What do we do now?" asked Demi Blackrock.
"No matter who he is, he is looking for death." Michaela Cohen said coldly.
She slowly rolled up the sleeves of her white gift.
The metal arm ring is revealed.
then.
The mechanical sound once again rang out from the Jewish Kingdom in the void.
【Energy charging】
[Please confirm the command again]
"Kill the target and move space!" said Michaela Cohen.
The little face looked at Fang Zuo as if he was looking at a dead person.
(End of this chapter)
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