Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

Li Xinghe carried Shui Jingtianping for several dozen steps before having to give up and place her on the sofa bed facing the floor-to-ceiling window at the Weekend Girls Club.

Lying in the mysterious atmosphere created by the lighting, Shui Jingtianping did not remove her mask. Instead, she kissed Li Xinghe with the cherry in her mouth and then softly said, "Come on."

She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

A long time ago, she and Li Xinghe tried anal sex but it wasn't enough, so she brought Gao Jirui Mingzi over to be Li Xinghe's little bitch. She watched from the side and felt even more unsatisfied, so she brought Yan Bing Xianzi over and made her Li Xinghe's bed partner.

Today, she can finally enjoy the wonderful life with Li Xinghe.

As a woman with thick body hair, Shui Jingtianping had the most abundant black forest that Li Xinghe had ever seen, though it was not large in area. It seemed to have been intentionally trimmed and deliberately shaped into a heart.

At the very center of the heart lies a beautiful and mysterious, wanton cleft, enclosed by two cherry-red lips.

The three people lying together seemed to evoke memories of the past.

Even the location was exactly the same—the sofa bed that had been crushed by Mikako's voluptuous breasts and buttocks. It was on this very sofa bed that Hua Yingmei's hand, holding the Water Mirror Balance scales, was torn open by the pressure of Mikako's body, causing blood to flow.

Sensing the Great Galaxy entering his mons pubis, Shui Jing Tianping said, tense yet calm:

“I don’t regret leaving the ivory tower of law school. The moment I saw you that day, I knew you were my type.”

Li Xinghe smiled and continued forward.

"You want to eat me?"

Of course!

But just before they were fully engaged, Mizukage Tenpyo suddenly said, "I want Mian Guan Jin to hold me, hold my hand tightly, and we'll... just like Hua Yingmei did the first time. I've been thinking about this for a long time."

Li Xinghe readily agreed, as he also liked it.

At this moment, Lu Yuchi Mian Guanjin helped Shui Jingtianping sit up, let Li Xinghe lie down, and then she grasped Shui Jingtianping's breasts from behind and kissed her ear:

"Actually, I was right behind Hua Yingmei that night, just like I was behind you."

"I guessed it, it's...exciting..."

Before the water mirror balance could say anything, Shika Michi Mian Guan Jin suddenly pressed down.

Then the silver bottle suddenly shattered, water gushed out, and specks of fallen red petals lingered on the Milky Way.

The Water Mirror Balance completely sat on Li Xinghe, swallowing the entire Great Galaxy.

She panted, moving up and down with Mian Guanjin, gently entwining and embracing each other.

A fierce collision, gradually changing.

Mian Guanjin was pinned down by Shui Jingtianping, who was receiving Li Xinghe's powerful thrusts while wrapping her legs around her lover's body. Mian Guanjin's soft breasts massaged her from behind, which excited her greatly.

With Kaguya Mikami providing support from behind, when Mizukage Tenpyo felt she was about to collapse, Mikami Mikami gave her appropriate verbal stimulation:

"I also took photos and videos for your records, but they will only be stored on this storage device. I'm sure Hua Yingmei will love them."

"Ah~"

Shui Jingtianping's carnal love finally reached its climax. Her mountain-like buttocks squeezed out countless white essences from Da Xinghe, and she herself trembled with excitement as she released herself. A stream of water flowed down, wetting the dense black forest that Li Xinghe and she shared.

"Damn it... I actually..."

Shui Jingtianping was panting heavily, drooling as he kissed Li Xinghe's nipple. He had picked up this bad habit from who-knows-where.

Li Xinghe, with a look of longing and ambition, glanced at Lu Yuchi Mian Guanjin:

"What about you?"

Before Mian Guanjin could say anything, Shui Jingtianping hugged Li Xinghe tightly in displeasure:

"That won't do. Tonight is my time."

Mian Guanjin was already used to being a backup option. She shrugged helplessly and said, "I hope we can have a time that belongs only to us."

"

So she will design a new plan.

After the intense discussion ended, these people's minds didn't stop; they began intense online discussions.

With two women pinning him down in his arms, Li Xinghe asked himself a question:

"Why aren't they in a hurry? Why haven't they asked me to suppress those rioters? Although I admit that I instigated some of them, my goal is not to actually keep turtles in the Japanese Diet building."

The tortoise symbolizes patience.

Mian Guanjin and Shui Jingtianping exchanged a glance, sensing a slight difference in Li Xinghe.

Do you have a slightly different understanding of Japanese politics?

What is the biggest problem with Japanese politics?

Is it because they are unwilling to send troops to suppress civilians?

No, they beat up troublemakers far too often.

The real problem with Japanese politics is that nobody is willing to take responsibility for it!

Shui Jingtian laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight. She kept asking Li Xinghe to hold her tighter while simultaneously tickling his sensitive spots.

"Do you really think they're not anxious? They're more anxious than anyone else, but the problem is that no one dares to sign off on sending troops. You have to understand, even today, after the democratization movement, even after repeatedly smearing the student movement of the 70s and portraying all communists as terrorists, they are still afraid of being exonerated and held accountable. Haven't you seen how the television doesn't dare to depict the student communist movement of that time in a positive light? The question is, who will take responsibility?"

"Ah... I see..."

Li Xinghe was caught between laughter and tears.

It turns out that it wasn't that the job he was doing was too small, but rather that it was too big. The Diet officials couldn't find anyone willing to take the blame, so they preferred to remain holed up in the Shinjuku Ward City Hall as long-term incorruptible officials, and no one dared to take action against the public.

It's not that politicians aren't anxious, but rather that officials don't want to bear the blame for sending troops to brutally beat civilians. They fear a sudden shift in public opinion that could put them at a disadvantage, endangering not only themselves but also their descendants and potentially leading to the destruction of a political family. This isn't because they lack the power, but rather because they are shirking responsibility.

"Do you think everyone is Chun Doo-hwan? This isn't a military government anymore."

On the other side, Mian Guanjin was studying how to tickle Li Xinghe.

Li Xinghe fell into deep thought.

To be fair, these Japanese politicians are actually quite capable. They know how to adopt appropriate strategies for different eras.

In the 2020s, given the de facto alliance with the West, the current Japanese government cannot afford to be accused of massacring civilians. Only then could the US, China, and the vast majority of other countries that were invaded rightfully trample Japan back into the mud.

The massacre of civilians in Gwangju, such as Chun Doo-hwan's invasion and the use of an air force base to suppress them, is a bloody tradition in South Korea since Syngman Rhee's massacre of Jeju Island and suppression of the Workers' Party. However, the massacres carried out in the 50s were even more frenzied than those of the old Japanese imperialists, which is completely different from the machine gun shootings of civilians in the 80s.

It was the Gwangju Uprising that gave the South Korean democratization movement boundless legitimacy, leading democrats to launch an extreme and irrational purge of the old chaebols, bureaucrats, and remnants of the military government. The result was the collapse of a large number of political groups, with chaebols taking the opportunity to escape government control. The democrats then took to the throne, only to find the country deteriorating under their incompetent and overambitious rule.

A similar case is unfolding on the island of Taiwan. The Kuomintang (KMT), burdened with historical sins, and the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP), which originated from a left-wing populist movement, are locked in a protracted struggle over this issue. However, the KMT, more astute than the South Korean military government, managed a less complete escape, transforming itself from a brutal military regime into a modern political party.

Japan's Liberal Democratic Party is a more advanced version of the Kuomintang, having been whitewashed as a war criminal from World War II and transformed into the ruling party. For this reason, Japan's veteran politicians are not prepared for the kind of upheaval seen in South Korea's democratization movement, where one extreme faction replaces another.

Therefore, no one is willing to take responsibility.

Everyone is holding back, waiting to see who will lose their temper first.

Li Xinghe scratched his head:

"So what do we do now? Are we just going to wait for the people who occupied Nagata-cho to starve to death and then back down on their own?"

As a defeated nation in World War II, the Japanese government has always been very careful in concealing and dealing with attacks from left-wing forces. This has given them considerable experience in dealing with such attacks.

If the public criticizes the government for centralizing power, then centralize power indirectly, superficially implementing extreme decentralization; if the public criticizes the government for its crimes, then use various media outlets to promote and whitewash itself; if the public criticizes the government for establishing various military and police departments as a form of secret police rule, then incorporate various comics and novels, such as Conan, to whitewash itself.

To be frank, Li Xinghe is not afraid of Japanese politicians not taking any action; on the contrary, he is more afraid of them not doing anything.

When Japanese politicians are incompetent, the ultra-stable social structure bestowed upon Japan by Confucianism will operate on its own, leaving Li Xinghe helpless. Take the occupation of Nagata-cho, for example; as long as the politicians act like ninja turtles, Li Xinghe really can't do anything. They've already raised the flag and started advocating independence; Japanese politicians and ordinary people don't care. What can you do?

Even if you dig up Emperor Showa's grave and whip his corpse three hundred times, so what? Do whatever you want.

Therefore, politicians must get anxious and disrupt this ultra-stable society themselves to give Li Xinghe an opportunity to exploit the loopholes.

After much thought, Li Xinghe suddenly realized:

"They must have sent diplomats to neighboring countries... which were actually looking for China, right?"

While politicians are competing to see who's the best Ninja Turtle, the bureaucrats at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs certainly can't resist.

Therefore, technical officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs must have already gone to Beijing to pay their respects.

Shui Jingtianping nestled in Li Xinghe's arms:

"Of course. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' special affairs officer flew to Beijing immediately to seek assistance. But Beijing can tolerate the existence of a clown like Min Aung Hlaing in Myanmar, and would not agree to directly send troops to shoot civilians with helicopters over Nagata Town. That's too much of a violation of the rules."

Now that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has taken action, Li Xinghe has a breakthrough point, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Old-fashioned people are kind-hearted and can't stand seeing helicopters shooting at civilians, but there's still America."

Speaking of which, Natasha arranged for Li Xinghe to have a squadron of eight modified Mi-8 attack helicopters from Russia. Each helicopter was equipped with two 12.7mm machine guns, rockets, and anti-tank missiles.

Li Xinghe couldn't even imagine how exhilarating it would be to straf Japanese imperialists with the machine guns of a Mi-8 attack helicopter over Tokyo.

Seemingly realizing that Li Xinghe already had a plan in mind, Shui Jingtianping turned around and pinned him down on the sofa bed where Jian Meixun and Lu Yuchi Huayingmei had fought:

"A long night can lead to many unforeseen events, so it's better to do it a few more times."

As a naturally large-framed, voluptuous, and sexy woman, Libra is unlike those skinny, weak women who succumb quickly. She's the passionate type, craving change, craving passion, and yearning to spend a perfect yet dangerous life with a perfect, dangerous lover.

Her plump, enormous buttocks perfectly enveloped Da Xinghe, her vulva cleaving open and devouring Li Xinghe's thick member.

She was like a tigress, repeatedly tearing and devouring her plump prey, launching a tireless and fierce attack. Although it had only been a short time, she had already completely adapted to the rhythm in bed.

"I regret not eating you sooner." Shui Jingtianping bit Li Xinghe's ear.

In short, she got her fill of being squeezed dry.

……

Early the next morning.

The three of them, who hadn't slept all night, hadn't actually slept either. After three cups of coffee, they went from intense conversation to intense politics.

This time, Li Xinghe didn't contact anyone directly, but went directly to contact Akiba Takeo, the director of the National Security Bureau. Akiba Takeo had long served as the Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs and was a top-level bureaucrat.

他 说:

"I currently have a military order in my hands that can be signed by the US President, Vice President, Secretary of State, and Director of Intelligence at any time to suppress the rebellion."

In fact, Li Xinghe didn't even have contact with his direct superior.

General Jacqueline, who was vacationing in Kyoto Prefecture, did not inform them.

In any case, it's routine for the US military to complete the formalities afterward. Besides, if Li Xinghe can obtain authorization from the Japanese Diet, he can tell the US government that his deployment of troops was based on the request of the Japanese government, and then request the US government to issue a supplementary ticket.

It's like lying to both sides, claiming to be Bill Gates' son-in-law on one hand and a manager at a big bank on the other, but neither of them is actually true. However, if one of them becomes true, the other also becomes true.

Then he said:

"In my other hand, I have a bill for the application to establish a Japanese state-owned asset management company, as well as arrest warrants for the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry officials who were involved in selling out large corporations on the Swan Princess. The Ministry of Justice's Criminal Investigation Bureau will be in charge of these arrests."

Across from him, Takeo Akiba retorted:

"What do you want to do?"

"If these two pieces of paper are put together, what do you think?"

A blatant political deal.

I'll help you quell this chaos, and you help me deal with the politicians in the Liberal Democratic Party and implement the bill for centralized management of state-owned assets.

Takeo Akiba remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he called back and said, "Shigeru Ishiba has agreed to your plan for centralized asset management. I've heard he's basically been chosen as the next prime minister. You know what I mean."

“I agree, this is a new deal between us.”

Lee Sung-ha agreed to form a political alliance with Shigeru Ishiba.

Finally, the political deal was successful.

Mian Guanjin kissed Li Xinghe's neck:

"Haha, actually Shigeru Ishiba has always wanted to win over Hua Yingmei and you. His faction even offended you. Now they've come together again."

"That's politics."

Li Xinghe shrugged.

He then issued orders for the coastal combat brigade to deploy and begin the second formal martial law in Tokyo.

Last time it took 3 days, this time it takes 5 days.

Tanks and infantry fighting vehicles once again left the military camp, launching a pincer attack on Tokyo from the south and north, one from the Yokota base and the other from the Reiwa artificial island.

In the tsunami of a great era, a small wave cannot cause much change.