Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

While Li Xinghe was picking up the clothes and socks scattered on the ground, he helplessly wiped Dongchuan Qingniao's face which had not been washed for a day.

Dongchuan Qingniao turned around and buried her snow-white body and face in Li Xinghe's arms.

After hugging for a while, Dongchuan Bluebird murmured to himself:

"Tell me, am I doing the right thing?"

Li Xinghe could only hug her and comfort her:

"You've already said it, can you still regret it?"

If Dongchuan Qingniao said that she was fine, the current situation of the Dongchuan family would be greatly relieved. But Dongchuan Qingniao's words completely announced the end of the couple's relationship.

Although they said that the couple should play their own games, when Dongchuan Qingniao really encountered a chastity crisis, the couple actually tacitly chose to consider divorce after the storm passed.

It is normal for Higashikawa Tsuneichi to think this way. This upper-class citizen has a very strange view of marriage. They have a lot of fun in private, but once the affair breaks out, they seamlessly switch back to the feudal ethics and start to divorce. This is a typical example of flexible use of moral norms.

But Dongchuan Qingniao wants a divorce more than Dongchuan Hengyi.

She stretched out her enviable long legs, first found a more suitable lying position, then reached out and hugged Li Xinghe's face:

"I am like a bluebird imprisoned in a cage. Now I want freedom more than the cage does. It is time for a divorce."

Li Xinghe continued with her topic:

"So how did you discuss it?"

Dongchuan Bluebird answered with the most intuitive attitude:

"What you just picked up from the ground and threw into the trash can was our divorce agreement. The paper that's now padding the wine glass is the marriage agreement we signed when we got married."

Li Xinghe almost spit water onto Dongchuan Bluebird.

My mother-in-law has a more open-minded attitude.

Dongchuan Bluebird grabbed Li Xinghe's arm and asked him to hold him tightly, sighing:

"What else is there to divide? The Togawa family has been heavily in debt in recent years. The renovation of this dilapidated house alone will cost tens of millions of yen, not to mention the debts he owed for his promotion. I don't want to divide the property even more than he does. I will take away my HI Company, and he will keep all the property of the Togawa family. If the Togawa family is insolvent in the future, I will let Yukimi-chan inherit only my estate."

Li Xinghe said:

"Why not just sign the divorce papers quickly so you can leave happily?"

Dongchuan Bluebird denies himself again:

"No. I want to amuse him. Watching him toss and turn is my latest pleasure. I don't want to adopt a boy, and I don't allow him to find a technology company for surrogacy. Now he probably wants to have another boy."

Now Dongchuan Bluebird is controlling and playing with Dongchuan Hengyi.

She herself is more like a child, constantly acting like a spoiled child.

Faced with such an adult, Li Xinghe was exhausted and could only join her in making trouble.

Dongchuan Bluebird decided to go out for a walk, so Li Xinghe took her to change her clothes and prepared to set off.

But she suddenly sighed with sharp eyes:

"Ah, there are pictures of Yukimi-chan all over the car."

After hesitating for less than 10 seconds, Dongchuan Bluebird asked Li Xinghe to stop the car, then opened the door and quickly fled back home.

Li Xinghe thought she was having some emotional changes again, but when he chased her into the house, he found that Dongchuan Qingniao had taken off her long skirt and threw it on Dongchuan Xueshi's bed. She opened Dongchuan Xueshi's closet and kept taking out Dongchuan Xueshi's clothes, hats and socks from it, choosing and trying them on herself.

Dongchuan Qingniao is only 4 cm shorter than her daughter Xue Shijiang, so she can wear her daughter's clothes very smoothly.

After some selection, she chose a pair of black tights, matched with the black school uniform skirt that Yukimi Higashikawa wore during her high school days, let her long hair fall on her shoulders, and put on the youthful makeup of a high school student on her radiant and beautiful face.

What finally appeared before Li Xinghe was a fake Dongchuan Xuemi from his senior year of high school, whose authenticity was hard to tell.

Of course, if you look closely you can still see the mature charm of my mother-in-law that cannot be concealed by her mature eyes.

Li Xinghe just felt his heart beating fast.

What a weird meal replacement for my daughter.

And he was so excited that he was about to take off.

Dongchuan Qingniao asked shyly like a high school girl:

"Xinghe-kun...want to...go on a date?"

"Well, let's go."

Li Xinghe couldn't bear the throbbing in his heart and held Dongchuan Qingniao's hand tightly.

At this time, a colleague from the Ministry of Public Security sent a text message with doubts:

"Why aren't you at your workstation? Aren't you on duty at the U.S. Embassy today?"

work?

What a shitty job! As long as I can get out of Dongchuan Bluebird’s bed alive today, it will be a success.

Li Xinghe called Major General Moise and said, "Sign me in. Something's up."

When Major General Moise heard this, he instantly remembered that he once suspected that Li Xinghe had ambushed and killed his action team, and immediately asked his subordinates to investigate Li Xinghe's recent movements.

Then, they found Li Xinghe's social media posts of him shopping with women, showing off his milk tea, etc., and the location was in Taitung District where he occasionally appeared. However, according to the analysis of professionals from the clues in the photos, he should be out and about with his girlfriend Dongchuan Xueshi, and his tall stature is very easy to identify.

This young man has gone slacking off again.

It was for this reason that Major General Moise overlooked one thing.

He was supposed to go to Haneda Airport and personally oversee the security of the Secretary of State's team as they departed, but he decided to be lazy.

This is Tokyo, what could happen?

Meanwhile, Takajo Satsuki's criminal gang, along with Ishiheitaro, who thought he had been rescued by the "free, democratic, fair and just" Japanese police and was looking forward to going to the United States, embarked on the highway of bomb delivery.

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Author's words: Thank you for your support. Lust and justice, the cycle continues.

Chapter 311 JK Li Qingniao

In front of Ishiheitaro, Takajo Satsuki had a heated argument with Chris, arguing for justice and forcing Chris to retreat.

“Thanks to the government for the help!”

Ishihira Taro had no doubt that two Japanese policewomen could rush to the dungeon in the US military base to rescue people. Not to mention that the Japanese police have never had such an efficient rescue rate, how could the Japanese government do such a stupid thing.

The following discussion was even funnier.

Takajo Satsuki told Ishihira: "There are many people in the government who are against interference, and even our superiors don't want to save you. So we decided to put you on the Secretary of State's plane and sneak you into the United States. Go there and expose the harm the Secretary of State's team has done to you. The Democratic Party will definitely save you."

This deception made the already slow-witted Ishiheitaro so grateful that he burst into tears.

So he was loaded into a suitcase and driven all the way to Haneda Airport in Tokyo Bay.

Entering the airport was easy. The two of them, pulling their suitcases, met Valeria in the waiting hall.

Takajo Satsuki looked at the closed security line, observed for a while, and instantly felt relieved:

"We don't need to do anything. Just find someone to pretend to be an outsourced worker."

The Malki Foundation is a cooperative organization of the US Embassy and a de facto subordinate department. Its main formal employees all have embassy passes. This kind of thing is not important, but what is important is that the security check line of the Air Force Two passenger plane that the US Secretary of State took at Haneda Airport also uses this same pass.

After receiving the order, Valeria immediately arranged for her younger sister who was waiting outside to take her place.

Soon, a Ukrainian female employee came in with a suitcase and showed her embassy pass, saying, "Sorry, there are some items that need to be added."

The employees in charge of inspections on the dedicated line are already used to it.

There are many people like her who come and go. Some people are so shameless that they use the excuse of "leaving something behind" to stuff suitcases full of luxury goods onto the plane five times in a row in order to occupy the precious cargo space of the plane. Of course, the piles of smuggled goods cannot go through the normal security check channel, but are sent directly to the cargo hold of the plane by another small cart.

The benefits of the gray area are that everyone tacitly agrees not to record or inspect, but the bad part is also here. The employee in charge only confirmed that the pass was genuine, then labeled the box "Yu Maochun" and threw it on the truck. As for the origin of this woman, no one cared, after all, there were many different teams at the scene, including the embassy in Japan, the Secret Service, the Secretary of State, etc.

When the box landed in the warehouse, Shi Ping, who was already 65 years old, was excited:

"Ishihira Taro, you are going to America to start a second life! I want to meet the Democratic Party, I want to be in the newspapers, and become a rising star of democracy."

However, in the compartment under his butt, a small bomb was quietly counting down.

It was getting late at night.

Takajo Satsuki, Lin Meng and Valeria, the three of them were sitting in a car enjoying the air conditioning and looking at the airport in the distance.

What's outrageous is that the plane was still taking off and landing normally.

When Air Force Two entered the runway, everyone was a little nervous. Had they been discovered?

"Explode...explode...why didn't it explode?"

They ran out of the car to see.

Under the dazed gazes of several people, the plane of the Secretary of State's team took off, but there was no explosion in the belly cargo hold.

Now, it's their turn to divide the pot among themselves.

"I didn't do anything." Valeriya was the first to step back, holding her stomach.

Lin Meng also explained:

"I set the detonation programming time according to the time on your computer. There is absolutely no mistake. You said that your computer time is one hour slower than the normal Tokyo time, so I specially added an extra hour."

At this moment, Takajo Satsuki suddenly looked crazy, his throat felt bitter, and he looked up at the sky with his eyes wide open.

As a little rebel in Tokyo, Takajo Satsuki's computer has indeed adjusted the time. Since she uses a virtual machine every day, setting herself to Beijing time to brag with netizens, play domestic games and chat in the community, Takajo Satsuki accidentally forgot one thing: she usually doesn't use the normal mode.

Her computer in normal mode was still in Tokyo time, so there was no need to add an extra hour.

"It's bad. We are trapped by the time difference."

"What is jet lag?"

Although Valeriya is a national-level figure skater, if she had only junior high school knowledge of geography, she would not have thought she could sneak from Japan to China. So she had no idea what the time difference was, which high school students often miscalculated.

Lin Meng only knew how to add time, and didn't quite know how to calculate the time difference.

As Air Force Two gradually circled and took off, flying eastward over Chiba Prefecture, Ishiheitaro, who was sweating and nearly unconscious in the cargo hold, suddenly felt a hot current rising from his buttocks into his body, burning his internal organs and making his whole body warm.

In the last second of his life, Ishihira Taro finally understood.

It turned out that these women were sent by the Chinese man to trick him.

"Chinese people...are of very low quality..."

The explosives blew open the suitcase and swept through the entire warehouse.

But perhaps it was because there was too much cargo, the plane was too old, or perhaps Boeing's maintenance workers showed their green-skinned repair skills. The explosives broke open the cargo door that shouldn't have fallen off, but for some reason seemed very loose.

After the cargo hold of the plane exploded, the cargo door that was opened by the bomb was accidentally deformed and a gap appeared. The plane poured all kinds of items smuggled by officials into Tokyo Bay like shit.

Whether it was luxury luggage and leather, or flying cigarette and watch gift boxes, or even various clothing, luxury gift boxes, and alcohol from unknown channels, and even various packages containing drugs and medicines, they all floated from the tail cabin of the plane and landed on the coast of Chiba City east of Tokyo Bay.

Now, the three men turned and ran.

"Run!" Valeriya was the first to drive.

"It's over, the boss is going to spank me." Takajo Satsuki screamed.

"I'm afraid he'll hit me first." Lin Meng shouted even louder than her.

Five hours later, the Air Force Two plane, with its belly bursting, sped down and landed at an airport in Hawaii.

The people in the tower kept signaling to the pilots to pay attention to landing.

Until this moment, when Air Force Two was reconnected to the Internet, the people on board realized that the cargo door of the plane was leaking, and a large number of the smuggled items they carried were scattered all over Tokyo Bay. Now, all kinds of international journalists in Tokyo were fishing in the bay. Not only were various luxury goods purchased in private names found inside, but even very sensitive methamphetamine was found, which was considered a drug anyway.

After a simple inspection by the airport maintenance personnel, they quickly found the meat pieces at the location where Ishihira Taro blew himself up, and successively found his suicide note and terrorist attack declaration in Yu Maochun's online mailbox and mobile phone.

“We need crisis PR!”

The Secretary of State’s team now has only two options.

Or they could announce that they had been attacked by terrorists again, becoming the diplomatic delegation that had been attacked four times in a short period of time. One or two attacks would be fine, but consecutive attacks would make O'Brien's team appear incompetent and weak. In the United States, once such a label is attached, it means the end of one's career.

The second is to make public the death threat text message left by Ishihira Taro, who died in the warehouse, to Yu Maochun, so that the outside world will know that the Secretary of State’s team is ungrateful, attacking their followers who were close to and protected them, and abandoning them after they became disabled.

Either way, it will have a devastating impact on the careers of several people.

While everyone was arguing about how to redeem their reputations, and O'Brien fainted on the spot, claiming that he was seriously injured and knew nothing, Yu Maochun, who was threatened with his life by Ishiheitaro, was terrified. He knew that if he chose the second option, his future would be ruined anyway.

So when everyone was about to abandon him, he suddenly came up with a brilliant new explanation:

"The leak in the cargo hold of Air Force Two has nothing to do with us. There must be a big problem with the manufacturing and maintenance of the Boeing aircraft!"