Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

"Head of Security, Hibari Ryuzaki, reporting for duty."

"So, Xue Shi Jiang is the Security Commander?"

"Where is Yamato Keiko? The commander of the First Air Force Brigade?"

Amidst the commotion, someone altered the title "Section Chief of Section Nine" on Li Xinghe's desk to "Junior General of Section Nine".

The takeover of the Public Security Section 9 was not yet complete, and Tsukishima Minamisuna was already responsible for recruiting more police officers from various departments and developing his own intelligence network.

After working for 27 hours straight without rest, Li Xinghe was driven by Aiman ​​to the Reiwa artificial island.

The nine-month-old pregnant witch stroked her belly as she explained to Li Xinghe, "This suppression of the coup has both advantages and disadvantages. You demonstrated your military capabilities. The Pentagon is very satisfied. Now we need to strike while the iron is hot and show them the new power of the MacArthur Plan."

Ayman truly lives up to her status as a descendant of a Washington political family. Regardless of anything else, her stamina—being able to run around even after being nine months pregnant—is truly that of a superwoman of steel, surpassing even the lazy women in Section 9.

Li Xinghe lay on her belly and listened to the sounds inside:

"I need to hear it, just in case my daughter says she wants to come out."

"Go to hell, I'll cut the umbilical cord myself."

As expected, Ayman voiced the steely resolve of an American.

Construction of military camps on the Reiwa artificial islands continues at a rapid pace.

The initial military engineering work here has been outsourced to Tanaka Rui, the younger brother of the fake ice fairy. The Tokyo Building Group, which was acquired after bankruptcy, will be brought in here for overall construction.

Tanaka Rui ran over to introduce Li Xinghe:

"Currently, the main construction area is the military residential area. We hired the design firm of Hangzhou Regent International Hotel to assist us in building this community. Each building is 300 meters high, with 60 floors and 60 units per floor, accommodating 3600 units per building. There are 6 elevators for vertical transportation, and the cost of a single building is 1200 billion yen. The entire community consists of four buildings, plus supporting commercial facilities, and we have managed to reduce the total cost to 5000 billion yen."

Li Xinghe was shocked:

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"Why is it so expensive? Is this the actual price?"

The 5000 billion yen in construction funds that Li Xinghe squeezed out from the Japanese government is not enough to support such a massive construction plan.

Tanaka Rui hurriedly said:

"Yes, as per your requirements, we've managed to maximize the floor area using the smallest possible space. The total area is less than 6 square meters, which is incredibly cramped. But don't worry about the funding; major Japanese banks will provide low-interest loans, and we only need a few tens of billions to get started."

Li Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. It was alright; he would avoid paying back the money if possible.

The entire Reiwa artificial island covers an area of ​​approximately 140 hectares, with residential areas occupying only 6 hectares. Even if you include the tank battalion, helicopter hangars, and a simple runway, the total area can be reduced to less than 40 hectares. The remaining 100 million square meters are all commercial areas that can be freely developed.

Based on the land price of 20 yen per square meter for undeveloped land in Tokyo, this would be 2000 billion yen worth of land. Of course, Li Xinghe would never sell the city center at the price of undeveloped land; he certainly wouldn't stop until he made a trillion yen.

Meanwhile, the enemy division's barracks have already reached the stage of laying out supporting facilities.

This hypothetical enemy division was also designed by a Chinese team. The military camp was filled with red slogans and portraits of all the past chairmen, including Chairman Mao. Even Chinese people couldn't help but complain when they saw it.

Is this Japan?

This must be the Chinese concession in Tokyo.

Using the opportunity of taking photos to prove his mission to the Pentagon, Li Xinghe gathered his troops for a photoshoot and began reading out the awards:

"In this mission, the first to respond and lead the troops away from the construction site of the Reiwa Artificial Island was Park Yoo-shin, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Binhai Regiment, a native of Jeongju, Pyongan Province. He was awarded a collective merit award, double salary and bonus, a collective banner, and priority access to green card privileges."

"In this mission, the first to advance to Toranomon and Sakuradamon and open fire on the Japanese Self-Defense Forces was Hu Zhantian, a native of Changde, Hunan, from the 1st Armored Battalion of the 2nd Coastal Regiment. He was commended, given double pay and bonuses, a banner, and green card access."

"The battalion with the most kills and the most valiant attack in this mission was the 4th Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the 1st Coastal Brigade, the Black Flag Battalion from Zaporizhzhia, Ukraine. They are awarded the collective merit award, double salary and bonus, a banner, vacation, and green card privileges."

Next, Li Xinghe successively awarded a number of personal honors, including bonuses, medals and badges, banners and green card privileges, as a guarantee to encourage everyone to make it in Tokyo.

After all, the salary of this unit is not high. However, being able to serve meals from both the US military and the Self-Defense Forces, eating Japanese food and living in American accommodations, makes it seem like a good value for money.

Although it was on Japanese soil that the most Japanese heads were chopped off, and the food and lodging were provided by the Japanese army as a form of commendation, with bonuses given by the Japanese government, it seems like a very dark joke.

But Li Xinghe believes that this is far from humorous enough.

The real joke is that the Japanese government will later award them prizes and praise them for their contributions to the colonization and occupation of Japan.

Finally, Li Xinghe, Aiman, and the soldiers of each regiment and battalion posed for a group photo in front of the T72 tank and the Jeep heavy infantry fighting vehicle, and sent the photo back to the Pentagon.

The latest coup attempt in Japan was suppressed by us. We completed the rapid mobilization of our troops in less than half a day; tanks and infantry fighting vehicles rolled over and killed all the Japanese soldiers. This incredible speed is a superhuman feat that the US military can no longer match.

Niubi not?

Isn't that amazing?

How about a bonus?

The Pentagon was extremely satisfied and wished they could add another general to Li Xinghe's rank.

But the CIA wasn't happy.

Tursi

• Gabbard called:

"Some people have complained to their superiors that you're meddling too much. If you don't participate in suppressing the coup, a military Japanese government that submits to American interests will be established, and men from all over Japan can be drawn to the Okinawa battlefield to suppress the Chinese-backed guerrillas. How do you plan to respond?"

Who else could it be but Major General Moiz, who is currently lying in the US embassy, ​​crying his heart out.

Sure enough, I should find a way to kill him.

Tokyo doesn't need two CIA Asian bureaus, and Lee Sung-ha really wants the CIA's intelligence capabilities regarding South Korea.

Li Xinghe immediately retorted:

"I would say that if his coup succeeds, Japan's order will collapse, and Japan's financial market will become the trigger for a global financial storm, a global tsunami no less devastating than the 2008 financial crisis."

Tursi wrote down this sentence directly, saying:

"OK, that's a reasonable explanation. I think the White House Office of the Director of Intelligence will adopt your answer immediately, rather than his."

Li Xinghe asked in surprise:

"Weren't you reassigned?"

Tulsi's very frank answer:

"I took a few men with me and kicked that little girl who was trying to take my job out of the office. Then I came back. Trump didn't say anything."

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Li Xinghe's mind was filled with questions.

Is this Mongolian-style office culture now popular in the US? Whoever gets the office, that's who has the power.

Tulsi did not allow further discussion on this topic, but instead asked:

"Are your troops ready? Ready to get to Washington, it's already September and the first presidential debate is coming up."

What's really funny is that when Vance and Donald Trump Jr. faced off against Jeffreys and Clark, a white man versus a black and white woman duo, all the online attention was focused on whether Trump would force a third term.

So even Tulsi forgot that the first presidential debate was already over.

No one pays attention.

Everyone is only focused on Trump and the White House.

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Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. Here's 4700 words. Sorry for the delay due to some matters. I will focus more on providing a satisfying reading experience in the future.

Chapter 593: Iron Woman, Tokyo Buildings, Pregnant (4700 words)

"Has Washington really degenerated into a stage where you have to seize official seals by force?"

"Yeah, whoever gets the office printer gets to give orders. It's really... hard to imagine."

Aiman ​​and Li Xinghe held their phones, still full of questions.

After all, Washington wasn't this crazy last year. Back then, Washington seemed normal, sitting on the central axis of the White House, as if it could command the whole world with a wave of its hand.

But in the blink of an eye, within a year, Washington collapsed.

With Trump clearly not planning to leave office and instead sending a large number of loyal young Maga agents to seize power, many bureaucrats in Washington, who have historically lacked loyalty and a sense of honor and tend to leave after a few years to become lobbyists, are resigning en masse, leaving behind empty offices and departmental stamp printers. The young agents are fighting over the printers, but when faced with veteran ministers like Tulsi, some succeed in seizing power, while others are beaten out of their offices, becoming failures that Trump will no longer want.

The government fears disorder.

But if the government itself has become the source of chaos, then it's hard to say.

Ultimately, everyone's just trying to make a living. But in the current situation, even the Treasury Department is out of control. The federal government isn't just shut down; it's experiencing random spasms, with salaries being paid intermittently or not at all. So what can be done? One can only rely on the resources available. The cost of living in Washington is so high; if you don't receive your paycheck for a month, you can't pay the endless stream of bills. What happens if you go bankrupt?

So, in just the few days of the intelligence system's power grab, the Freedom of Information Center, secretly operated by Maleki's team, received an endless stream of CIA documents. Many classified documents concerning color revolutions and US domestic politics were frantically resold by insiders, with clearance sales at $5 per sheet. This caused the Freedom of Information Center website, which was secretly taking a cut, to even fall into a state of financial instability. It was only because the new generation of female leaders, Huina, temporarily diverted Okinawa's independent funds to fill the gap, and then cashed out Bitcoin to make up for it later.

At this point, the currency used for payment becomes irrelevant. Whether it's US dollars, RMB, or even a depreciated Japanese yen, as long as the money can be sent out, blank documents from 17 intelligence agencies will continuously flood the market. The most popular topics, of course, are those concerning personal scandals and great power competition. For example, whether Taylor Swift froze her eggs to support a gigolo, or the personnel list of the CIA's China Operations Center. Next are the gossips from inside the White House, including recordings of Trump speaking in the bathroom and transcripts of speeches at classified meetings.

Faced with this situation, Democrats were extremely anxious, while Republicans called it "deserved punishment." The establishment was eager to reinstate the government, while populists continued to advocate that "the government was incompetent and should be dissolved."

Trump remains hidden behind heavy curtains, seemingly reluctant to appear in the media, while Vance and Jeffries appear to be running together, constantly emphasizing the inalienability of the Second Amendment. A presidential term is only two.

Can't America have two leaders, or even three leaders in one day?

Li Xinghe helped Aiman ​​up. This tall, beautiful woman with long, flowing gray hair and exquisite features suddenly appeared to be a virtuous wife and loving mother.

But while Li Xinghe was strolling along the street, he suddenly raised a question:

"Holy crap, where is my document folder?"

If Li Xinghe's documents are exposed, wouldn't Li Xinghe's political covert operations in Japan be completely ruined?

Aiman ​​stroked her pregnant belly, then suddenly froze:

"Mine too... Oh no, my document isn't even at your security classification level."

If Li Xinghe's documents were already classified as top secret, then Aiman's situation was slightly less secure. It wasn't impossible for them to be stolen.

Both of them simultaneously thought of the worst-case scenario.

What if the trend of reselling documents spreads from ordinary document repositories to confidential document repositories?

Just as the two were tense, Li Xinghe suddenly felt his hand; it turned out that his hand had habitually touched Aiman's buttocks.

Why is it wet?

And even if you wet your pants, how come your butt gets wet too?

Li Xinghe belatedly realized what was happening and suddenly understood.

"Has your water broken?"

Ayman touched it:

"Oh no, my water broke."

When was it broken?

Upon closer inspection, Li Xinghe noticed that Aiman's dark trousers were already completely soaked. This meant that when Aiman ​​drove to see him earlier that day, her amniotic fluid was likely already unstable, and she had worked tirelessly for most of the day in this state, similar to wetting her pants.

He was completely speechless. He quickly picked up his wife and carried her to the parking lot, muttering to himself as they walked:

"Are you made of steel? You're insane!"

Ayman, on the contrary, remained defiant:

"I took painkillers when I came out, and I was completely numb, so I didn't notice anything. Besides, I often wear adult diapers while working for days on end..."

But when Li Xinghe carried her to the car, took off her pants, and threw away the diaper, she finally felt the pain:

"The baby...the baby is about to be born."

Li Xinghe stepped on the gas and sped off without a word:

"Don't move, I'll take you to the nearest hospital right away. There's one in Tsukishima or Ariake..."

However, Ayman demonstrated the remarkable self-reliance of American women:

"What are you afraid of? You drive, I'll give birth in the back, and if it doesn't work, I'll cut the umbilical cord myself."

Emmanuel took out a pre-prepared fertility kit from her small bag, heated the scissors with a lighter, rolled up her long, lead-gray hair, and bit down...

Ya Ting sat on the car seat, ready to give birth to her daughter.

Li Xinghe simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Is this still the Middle Ages? Are all American women like this, taking painkillers and working until their due date? Is American healthcare so bad that you all need to carry your own lighters and scissors?

"Don't look down on us East Asians. This isn't America, where healthcare is neglected."

Li Xinghe felt that Aiman ​​underestimated the governance capabilities of East Asian societies. Although Japan was one of the few countries that had experienced a pharmaceutical downturn and whose hospitals were generally in poor condition, it was still far better than the United States.