Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

This time it's not just senior bureaucrats, but also members of parliament with some power.

Higashikawa Yukami's investigation revealed that officials from the Ministry of Finance were frequently investigating the tax situation of Lee Seong-ha's related industries, and even attempting to threaten the Kokubun sisters, who were absent today, as well as the business of the Sally Group. In fact, the Kokubun sisters' absence today was likely due to trouble caused by the tax investigation.

Li Xinghe said in a low voice:

"We've blocked their path to making money. But it doesn't matter, as long as we eliminate their political and physical lives together."

My Green Hill Dungeon is already parched with thirst.

Misato doesn't understand politics, but she still held her son's face with worry:

"Don't talk nonsense, political struggles are not that simple."

That being said, the die is cast, and there's no turning back.

The meal ended, which also served as a warning to the whole family to be wary of a joint counterattack from the Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries, the Ministry of Finance, and agricultural cooperatives. Everyone was on high alert.

After the meal, Li Xinghe arranged for nearby police officers to escort everyone home.

He then sat down and wrote a proposal to Shinjiro Koizumi.

It's time for Japan's version of the government efficiency department to take the stage.

……

It was late at night, which was exactly early morning Eastern Time.

The phone rang at an inopportune time, which greatly annoyed Li Xinghe.

He picked up the phone and was surprised to find that it was Chief of Staff Grady's private phone.

"Hey?"

"Your current position at the White House is the Japan-Korea Communications Office, right?"

The other person's voice sounded hurried.

Li Xinghe was puzzled:

"Of course, what happened?"

Chief of Staff Grady coughed twice, signaling to Li Xinghe not to leak the information:

"Ahem, um... is there any way to import weapons? I mean, 155mm artillery shells, aerial bombs, and various types of ammunition produced in Japan or South Korea, as well as battlefield supplies such as drones, robots, and robot dogs from unspecified countries, into the United States through undisclosed channels."

What does "not specific to any country" mean?

Why don't you just say China?

Li Xinghe simply didn't understand what the Pentagon was planning:

“I do have the connections, but what do you need this for? Urban riot control? Urban riot control doesn’t necessarily require 155mm artillery and aerial bombs, does it? Are you going to bomb black communities?”

The other party said evasively:

"Ahem, President Vance has set his goals for his first 100 days in office. Apart from tariffs and the $2 trillion funding for the defense of democracy, these goals are targeting illegal immigration and drug trafficking. So he has specifically ordered the Department of Defense to prepare for a drug war against Mexico."

Li Xinghe was stunned. He first wiped his face on Fuji Rie's Nana to make sure he was still dreaming.

Rie Fujiwara, who was sleeping next to her, hummed a few times, then hugged her younger brother tightly and continued to sleep soundly.

Li Xinghe then asked in a low voice:

"Where? Say it again? I think I'm still dreaming."

"US-Mexico border, Mexico, drug lords, get it?"

Chief of Staff Grady couldn't help but sound slightly sarcastic upon hearing the woman's voice.

In fact, Li Xinghe's first reaction was:

"Have I been transported to another time? Am I in the 2077 timeline or Ghost in the Shell?"

In many futuristic science fiction world settings, the United States and Mexico would engage in a drug cartel war, which would then devolve into a protracted tug-of-war and a people's war, ultimately leading to the decline of the United States.

Given that many early 20th-century authors had foreseen this, why did Vance dare to jump into the Mexican quagmire?

However, upon closer examination, among the many crisis issues strongly addressed by the Maga movement, regarding...

A heavy crackdown on illegal immigrants and drugs from Mexico is already a difficult feat. The real possibility is that by applying maximum pressure to force the Mexican government to concede and send US troops into several states along the US-Mexico border, such as Chihuahua and Sinaloa, to conduct a swift decapitation strike against the drug cartel, and then returning home to declare victory, they could garner the frenzied support of the Maga (a popular online community for drug lords).

With the mindset of an American Lu Bu (a notorious general in Chinese history), Li Xinghe feigned concern and asked Grady:

"Is it really that simple? Do you think a decapitation strike can solve the problem?"

From Trump's Agenda 47 to his 100-day tariff war and the pressure on Mexico to hand over a large number of drug lords, the MAGA movement has relentlessly pursued the issues of illegal immigration and drugs at the border. This is a fateful agenda they cannot ignore.

At the same time, the United States, undergoing strategic retrenchment, also has its own needs to return to the Monroe Doctrine and control the entire Americas.

However, Mexican drug cartels still hold sway in several border states and are essentially warlord-like armed groups rooted in the populace. While US military assassinations may eliminate a few leaders, they cannot solve the problem of the continuous northward flow of illegal immigrants and drugs.

Ultimately, the US military either decapitates the enemy but returns empty-handed.

Either the US military gets bogged down in a war on the US-Mexico border, the Mexican government becomes a puppet of the US, and then the whole of Mexico begins a just war against the US.

In fact, the Pentagon knew the outcome no matter how many times it simulated it.

But the problem now is that Vance needs achievements.

He needs to prove himself to be the second Destiny Saint of the Maga movement, Saint Peter Benbi.

He wants to organize troops to be stationed on the US-Mexico border to exert new maximum pressure on drug cartels and the Mexican government, forcing them to reduce illegal immigration and drugs, and to carry out decapitation strikes.

Of course, that's impossible. Even if drug lords and the Mexican government give in, illegal immigrants won't stop heading north.

"Never mind that, just tell me if you have any connections."

Chief of Staff Grady asked directly.

Li Xinghe, of course, answered happily:

"Of course. I can help you set up an East Asian arms supply group to procure arms products from Japan, South Korea, and two other unspecified countries. I assure you, they will all be top-quality goods; we used them when we bombarded the White House."

"The last sentence doesn't need further explanation; we already know it. Also, the shot that hit the White House was fired from an M1 tank."

Chief of Staff Grady's forehead veins bulged, prompting Li Xinghe to retract his last statement.

The Pentagon knew, of course. They weren't blind; Li Xinghe was driving a North Korean-made BTR tank, a copy of a Russian one, across the White House lawn.

It was precisely because Li Xinghe's arsenal contained a hodgepodge of products from China, Japan, North Korea, South Korea, and Russia that the Pentagon approached him privately to discuss arms supplies. Relying on America's own military-industrial complex to sustain what appears to be a protracted people's war is simply not feasible.

After hanging up the phone, Li Xinghe raised his hands in prayer.

I hope the US and Mexico can fight a new US-Mexico war, allowing us to make a fortune. I hope the US gets bogged down in the Mexican people's war, unable to extricate itself.

They are mired in the quagmire of war.

After ending the call, Li Xinghe felt much more energetic.

The women lying next to them also woke up.

Fujihinako rubbed the giant starry sky and exclaimed in amazement:

"So energetic?"

"Come."

Rie Fuji took off her pajamas and mounted him.

Li Xinghe was pushed down by Fuji Rie and Fuji Hinako, and the happy midnight juice-making continued.

He's fallen into a quagmire with women.

The author says:

Author's Note: Thank you all for your support. Here's 4300 words. I'm getting into the swing of things, and I should be able to update faster this afternoon.

Chapter 636: Jin Sansang's Ever-Smiling Face, Osaka's Limited-Time Independence (4900 words)

The next day.

The peaceful atmosphere of Tokyo made Li Xinghe forget to get up early.

Sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating the debauched bed. The blankets were nowhere to be seen; only pink legs lay crossed, her tender red nipples and smooth, adorable round bottom entwining Li Xinghe like a spiderweb. Last night had been a fierce battle.

Although they often play fancy tricks when they hang out together at night, such as last night when Fuji Rie and Fuji Hinako were on top of each other and Sasaki Toya was massaging Li Xinghe's back from behind, once the sun rises, Fuji Rie still shyly and hurriedly pats her sister's bottom, pulls the sleeping Fuji Hinako out of bed, kicks Sasaki Toya off the bed, and finally pulls her younger brother out.

"get up!"

Fujiwara urged Li Xinghe to get down to business.

He's been away for a month, and there are still a lot of loose ends to untangle, both at his department and at home, that need careful cleaning up.

Li Xinghe still wanted to sleep in, feeling lazy all over, but he was dragged down to the lower house by Teng Lihui and had to go to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, Ping Yingmei fried two eggs for him and went out to send Xiao Ai and Tai Feng to school.

Then, Li Xinghe began to think about what to do today.

Contact with the Maleki Squad has been temporarily cut off for the past few days because Ayman and Maria are focused on rebuilding the U.S. Embassy. The Maleki Squad has gone to help, and even Takajo May went to watch the excitement.

Now they're starting to blame Li Xinghe again, saying he showed no mercy when he burned down the American embassy, ​​destroying almost everything from top to bottom. So they had to hire people to rebuild the building, and it was all their own people's money that they had to spend. That was all money they could have embezzled.

Li Xinghe thought Confucius was right.

"Woman, humph."

Fortunately, no old man came to bother us today. Wu Jianzhong sent a message asking to meet him at the Shinzo Abe Memorial Hall.

Li Xinghe ran over excitedly, and sure enough, Li Daiyao and Zhao Lieshu were there too. Even Guanyinlong Qingniao had bathed and changed clothes to attend the meeting, wearing a fashionable sleeveless sweater paired with a long-sleeved green coat, looking both sexy and alluring.

Li Xinghe shamelessly hugged his beloved wife Zhao Lieshu, whom he hadn't seen for over a month, and kissed her lovely little lips passionately.

"My wife smells so good."

"go."

Zhao Lieshu resisted while feeling helpless. She was a little angry, but when she heard that Li Xinghe was clashing with someone in Washington, she felt extremely sorry for him.

"Come on, come on, let's go inside."

The Bluebird Mother had probably been watching for a long time, secretly patting Li Xinghe's butt to get revenge for ignoring him for so long.

Only Li Daiyao didn't cause any trouble for Li Xinghe. Li Xinghe thought his older sister was very magnanimous, but Li Daiyao said, "I've prepared a case of good wine this time, so don't even think about running away."

"Huh? You're still drinking?"

Li Xinghe felt a chill run down his spine. The drinking itself wasn't the problem; the problem was that her alcohol was problematic.

Every time I finish drinking, I feel like I've been challenged by a woman, my back aches and my legs feel weak.

Li Xinghe didn't want to drink her homemade wine, and Li Daiyao was also unhappy.

"You've created a huge mess, and you're lucky you can fix it with just a few drinks."

Wu Jianzhong, feeling sour grapes, urged Li Xinghe to hurry up and go inside.

The Shinzo Abe Memorial Hall has opened for business.

However, because it's a tourist attraction run by Chinese, it doesn't have much to offer besides being authorized by Mrs. Abe, so it's mainly open to Chinese tour groups. Many Japanese people come specifically to see it, but when they find only Chinese signs, they get angry online and accuse Mrs. Abe of selling "Shinzo Abe's soul."

I wonder if they would cry for Shinzo Abe if they knew that Mrs. Abe is still going to nightclubs and working with male escorts every day, and that the number of times she has cheated on Shinzo Abe is enough to fill half a city.

Inside the room, a meeting room was temporarily set up.

Below a large, smiling portrait of Shinzo Abe, there was a Chinese slogan:

"May you always be smiling."

It's a truly hellish joke.

Despite its chaotic state, this place has all the elements of a famous meme, attracting tens of thousands of tourists every month. They buy souvenirs of Tetsuya Yamagami, tickets to Abe no Kijima, and even the "brave warrior shooting JK" (a term referring to high school girls who bravely shoot guns).

Even though Mingtu went bankrupt, it still made a decent profit.

It was mainly thanks to the support of Chinese friends that this place was turned into a popular photo spot reminiscent of the famous "Moon Jae-in Bookstore".

Wu Jianzhong chaired the meeting at its start:

"This meeting is to discuss what's happening in Washington. You go first, kid."

Li Xinghe then recounted the key events that had occurred in Washington, including the two attacks on the White House, the defense of the Arlington Bridge, and the privilege of securing the G Brigade to be stationed on Jeju Island, South Korea.

"You little brat...you little brat too..."

Everyone racked their brains but no one could have imagined that Li Xinghe could thrive in Washington and achieve such success.