Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

The hot spring battle continued until it was time to eat, when Li Xinghe finally crawled out of the group of women, drenched in sweat.

He didn't get much of a wash, and he didn't feel any water in the hot spring. Instead, he felt an endless sea of ​​breasts and buttocks engulfing him, surrounded by a horde of lecherous women. Even the youngest, Yamato Ke'er, was clinging to his penis and wouldn't let go.

Li Xinghe sighed silently, feeling that Niu Niu was almost swollen from being touched by these crazy women.

Dinner was a classic Japanese meal, designed to leave you feeling unsatisfied.

So Li Xinghe spent extra money to have a large amount of barbecue delivered from a nearby restaurant, which was barely enough to fill everyone's stomachs.

There's a TV to watch while you eat.

"The plane carrying U.S. Treasury Secretary Jay Chambeau has landed at Anchorage International Airport, and the Secretary is being interviewed by our station in the waiting area."

In an interview with an Asahi Shimbun reporter, Jay Chambeau confidently announced:

"Japan will not raise interest rates; Japan cannot raise interest rates. Japan's financial situation is crucial to the stability of the global financial system. If Japan raises interest rates, the Japanese people will inevitably pay a heavy price."

When faced with Japanese reporters, the old man was very impolite and directly uttered threatening sentences.

"Is there really such a huge price to pay?"

Guanyinlong Qingniao chuckled and kissed Li Xinghe on the ear.

She knew that Li Xinghe's strange gathering of everyone meant he must have some wicked ideas up his sleeve.

We'll see.

Li Xinghe smiled but didn't say anything more.

As one of the most famous tourist hot springs in Hachioji City, the courtyard is not lacking in foot baths, pavilions, and entertainment facilities. The policewoman and the councilor played games in groups until late at night before reluctantly returning to their rooms.

Li Xinghe, on the other hand, continued to be the pathetic prize, a situation that defies easy explanation.

Blindfold yourself and play hide-and-seek.

Then someone kissed Niu Zi, even licked him a few times, and even kissed him deeply.

Over the course of several hours, Li Xinghe felt he had ejaculated several times, and he didn't know who had defiled him.

It wasn't until 1 a.m. that he returned to his room, sat down at his computer, and stared out the window with Yukami Higashikawa. Messages from various departments flooded the screen, reflecting their operations: the First Missile Launch Department, the Second Missile Launch Department, the Yokota Base Command, and so on.

It went on until 5 a.m.

Looking out, the sky was a hazy gray, but within the gray clouds, a faint arc was visible, heading from the direction of Yokosuka towards Yokota Base.

Higashikawa Yukami hugged Li Xinghe tightly from behind.

"It will succeed."

……

Outside Yokosuka Port.

Valeria drove a BYD Dolphin car herself, and together with Natasha, they hid in a corner, nervously waiting for the sound of the harbor.

"Damn it, damn it..."

She received Li Xinghe's battle plan yesterday. Although Li Xinghe had asked her to be prepared to retreat at any time and take her child Run to Hong Kong, Valeria was still uneasy. At this crucial juncture of being nine months pregnant, she avoided Misato, who had been contacting and paying attention to her, and quietly parked her car nearby.

As 5 a.m. approached, Yokosuka, a town without bustling night markets, was almost entirely asleep. The scarcity of surveillance cameras meant that most areas were outside the reach of the US military and Self-Defense Forces. Valeria drove a BYD because she feared the Japanese government would track down Japanese cars.

Yokosuka has multiple ports, and cargo ships and military ships are docked in different docks in the same port, separated by a small peninsula, hidden among the roll-on/roll-off ships of Nissan cars, to avoid being noticed.

To conceal the traces of the anti-aircraft missile launch, the cargo ship's top compartment was only opened a small crack. Several Ukrainian veterans, dressed in Self-Defense Force uniforms, arrived at the designated location after counting down the time. After receiving the firing order from Yokota Air Base, they activated the S200 anti-aircraft missile launcher, sending an anti-aircraft missile soaring into the air.

The missile's flames ignited a small fire inside the ship's cabin. The seasoned veterans, enduring the intense heat, quickly closed the cabin and extinguished the fire, minimizing the flames.

After the missile had flown hundreds of meters through the air, the flash of light almost stopped. Cameras throughout the port only captured a fleeting glimpse of the flash before it headed toward its target.

The Seventh Fleet at Yokosuka Port did not even trigger an air raid siren.

Ukrainian veterans launched missiles, then raised the landing gear inside the vehicle, decorated it with canvas and license plates, disguising the S200 missile launcher as a Type 12 missile launcher of the Self-Defense Forces, and quietly left the port under the cover of darkness, leaving several large Japanese Self-Defense Force insignia on the dimly lit cameras.

"Missile launch successful! Phase two of the operation commences!"

"The disguise as a Japanese Self-Defense Force unit has been successfully completed. The missile launcher has entered a rural road and is preparing to head to its hidden location."

A secret message popped up in the secret channel.

Li Xinghe gripped Dongchuan Yukami's wrist tightly, watching the missile fly towards Yokota Air Base.

Contrary to expectations, neither the Self-Defense Forces nor the U.S. military launched their anti-aircraft missiles in time at 5 a.m., the quietest time of day. Clearly, no one anticipated that missiles would be flying erratically over Japanese soil.

"If you don't shoot something, how are we supposed to balance our accounts?"

This left Li Xinghe feeling very helpless, but it wasn't until a light appeared in the direction of Yokota Base that he hurriedly picked up his phone and, following procedure, asked in the internal channel what the firelight in the sky was all about.

Meanwhile, at the Yokota base.

The already disaster-prone airport was suddenly blasted open by a missile, with the plane only 1000 meters away.

Jay Chambord and his entourage of over eighty people sat together, dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.

"Missiles? Have we been bombed?"

"North Korean shells?"

"Whose car broke down?"

People were making all sorts of wild guesses on the plane, but no one was in a hurry to get off. After all, this was Yokota Air Base in the United States.

But below the plane, the officers were already panicking.

"Missile! Missile!"

The officers in the Yokota Officers' Club, without any formal training, were hurriedly opening their respective missile launchers. It was truly hard to imagine that the Yokota base did not have a fixed anti-missile interception capability, only a few Patriot anti-missile vehicles.

The officers had to deploy the vehicles before they could conduct the missile defense operation.

"Activate the anti-aircraft missiles, hurry up and fire something!"

"I can't find my car keys!"

"Of all these cables, which one is for transmitting?"

The soldiers were completely bewildered, powerless in the face of the Patriot missile vehicles.

The missile company officers were nearly driven mad as they watched the missile vehicle slowly unfold. If they couldn't launch it now, they'd be left with only a choice between a military court-martial and a graveyard.

But this is indeed the current state of the US military.

The U.S. Army only has vehicle-mounted launchers as its missile defense interception method.

Everything is in chaos.

Scarlett, who was in charge of on-site command, looked at the bewildered planes, the officers who were acting crazy, and the expressionless soldiers, and felt as if the whole world had been put on pause.

The original plan was for Emmanuel, a sick pregnant woman, to disembark early, while the rest of the crew would remain on the plane under military escort.

But now, Emmanuel took sildenafil, got off the plane with her big belly, and the people on the plane were bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

"Doctor, I need..."

We need a doctor!

Despite being a Washingtonian beauty, Ayman had no choice but to shout for several female officers to come and pick her up, move her little by little, and place her on the emergency bed.

At this point, Ayman signaled to May, the medic, that it was time to begin the next phase of the operational plan.

"Phase 3 Operational Plan, commence!"

Mei sent a coded message in the group that Ayman had disembarked.

Li Xinghe immediately contacted another cargo ship that had already set sail for North Korea. This cargo ship had been secretly sailing along the coast of the Izu Peninsula for quite some time under the cover of night. On board, Nan Haonu immediately ordered the North Korean soldiers to activate the Lightning-6 anti-aircraft missile vehicles.

"Lightning 6, activate!"

To confirm the operation, someone at the scene filmed a video.

The officers on the vehicle shouted in a very North Korean-style loud voice:

"Shoot our arrow of revenge into the heart of American imperialism!"

"revenge!"

The short North Korean soldiers shouted along, then followed the predetermined launch posture. After completing the operation, they watched as the missile, spitting fire, completed its afterburner in mid-air and then flew away stealthily.

The long-range missile, flying at a high speed of Mach 3.3, appeared over Yokota Air Base in less than two minutes.

In less than two minutes, the Patriot 3 missile launchers, which had just been set up, were fired indiscriminately into the air in a violent and hasty manner, completely disregarding regulations.

They launched several missiles, which flew towards the sea.

However, a randomly fired PAC interceptor missile, exhibiting Brownian motion, flew erratically in the air for a while before suddenly making a sharp turn and hitting the tail of the aircraft, igniting the tail and causing it to explode.

The officers were completely bewildered.

Several more missiles were launched. Some didn't fly far enough to land on the ground, some hit barracks and started fires, and others landed directly in Japanese residential areas, destroying houses and causing widespread fires.

"What happened? Did our own missile hit the plane?"

"Help!"

The people on the plane were crying and shouting, crowding around the plane door and blocking each other's way, so that no one could get out.

The extremely chaotic scene even made Scarlett, who was in charge of directing things, give up.

To hell with the command plan. With this kind of military quality, she could blow up a plane by planting a C4 bomb herself.

Just as chaos reigned, a Lightning-6 missile, launched from outside Tokyo Bay, struck the aircraft with deadly precision, piercing through the air defense zone amidst a flurry of missiles.

People only saw a flash of light strike the C-32A business jet.

The faces of the crowd crammed at the entrance still seem clearly visible.

In an instant, the world was put on pause.

"Boom!"

The raging flames shot into the sky, rising into a burning mushroom cloud tens of meters high.

The fire raged instantly, mercilessly engulfing the crowded passengers on the plane.

Every officer, scrambling around in a daze, couldn't hear anything during the pause; all they could see was the raging fire. Some, their brief memories were overwhelmed by the shock of the missile, and they suffered amnesia on the spot.

Ayman stood before the flames, watching in stunned silence as Jay Chambord, a high-ranking U.S. cabinet official and fifth in line to the presidency, along with his entire team of dozens, were reduced to ashes in a hail of angry and intolerable arrows of revenge, in the explosive burning of aviation fuel and the complete explosion of the plane.

It was completely burned to ashes in the fire, leaving not a trace, turning into air and rising into the clouds.

This is the first US cabinet member to die in a missile attack.

At this moment, the Self-Defense Forces' air defense missile units had just established communications and were bewilderedly calling for friendly forces:

"What happened?"

The channel kept repeating the Japanese person's broken English, "What happened?", as if injecting even more absurd and comedic elements into the team's demise.

"This is the first US cabinet member to die in a live-streamed manner around the world."

Li Xinghe spoke to Dongchuan Yukami in the rest room of Gokurakuyu.

While no one paid attention to the two 10,000-ton cargo ships that launched the missiles, a group of reporters who had been waiting nearby at Yokota Air Base all night witnessed and broadcast the entire process of the plane being blown into a mushroom cloud.

People around the world watched the funeral of the U.S. Treasury Secretary at 5 a.m. Tokyo time.

The author says:

Author's Note: Thank you for Tokyo's support. Here's 4200 words. More blasting fun tomorrow.

Chapter 511: The Most Expensive Person in History, Self-Defense Forces Revolt (4800 words)

Media outlets around the world went into a frenzy at 5 a.m. Tokyo time.

This was the peak of European media activity during the day, and the Financial Times, known for its penchant for spreading rumors, was quick to capitalize on the situation:

"Global Live Broadcast: US Treasury Secretary lands at Yokota Airport (crossed out) US Treasury Secretary killed in bombing at Yokota Airport."

The more reputable major media outlets still have some self-respect:

"Yokota bombing! US Treasury Secretary and more than 80 staff members killed, the truth of the matter is unknown."

The Sun newspaper in Tokyo didn't send anyone to the city at all; it just wrote whatever came to mind, making things up out of thin air.

"The US Treasury Secretary's plane exploded at Yokota Airport, suspected to be a collision. An unidentified explosion was heard at the scene."

At 4 a.m. Beijing time, only a few late-night owls, following the gossip, have some information from social media chats. The vast majority of netizens worldwide are still completely bewildered. Based on past experience, many media outlets simply copied the story, reporting that the minister's plane encountered a malfunction and crashed at the airport.