Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

He Yang still didn't understand.

In fact, He Xianzhe hoped that He Yang would relay what was happening in Haiti to Li Xinghe.

He couldn't really handle these bizarre things either.

As for Li Xinghe's serious matter of retaliating against the United States, He Xianzhe and He Yang arrived at the White House in Haiti.

A 100-day, 100-city pledge rally is underway here.

Trump, holding a megaphone, delivered a passionate speech to the leaders of the Maga smuggling ring below:

"One hundred days! One hundred free cities! Use your money and connections! Buy a seaside town where you can freely make your own laws for $5000 million, transform it, create new laws, and then turn it into a port for our free trade!"

The previously chaotic and disorganized small illegal piers along the coast were often shut down due to frequent raids by the Coast Guard and internal conflicts.

The "100-Day, 100-City Plan" aims to create 100 safe and legal port cities within 100 days.

It turns out that Trump's so-called counterattack against the mainland is just these free cities that can freely make their own laws.

This is a goldmine opened up by Vance, and also a smuggling port for Trump.

Because the city allows for the creation of its own laws, it can, to some extent, distort the interpretation of the law, thus completing a closed loop of legal smuggling.

A free city plus illegal smuggling—isn't this a classic cyberpunk storyline?

He Yang didn't understand, but this should be enough to wreak havoc on the United States, right?

Behind closed doors, Trump lay sprawled on the carpet like a miser, scanning his income records with an old-fashioned magnifying glass, pondering what excuse to use to continue luring more Magas into joining his smuggling scheme.

……

Tokyo.

Gunshots!

Short gunshots rang out at Haneda Airport.

Cabinet special forces stationed there were immediately deployed and shot dead six white tourists at the airport. Wounded customs officers told them that the men had concealed weapons in their bags.

The accident investigation revealed a very simple truth: a group of mercenaries sponsored by wealthy Europeans and Americans happened to be passing through Japan and suddenly decided to try their luck in Li Xinghe's boss room. However, before they even reached the boss's door, they were killed by a regular soldier.

These people were originally going to Afghanistan because of the political instability there.

Upon learning of the situation, Li Xinghe was also furious:

"Are you using me as a boss room to farm resources?"

He pondered:

"We need to establish a deeper intelligence agency, one that oversees national secrets and can also gather intelligence on foreign affairs. Otherwise, these occasional assassins could infiltrate Tokyo at any time."

Gao Tiao Wuyue rolled her eyes.

Isn't that the Special Higher Police?

Chapter 770: Diligent Sowing by Li Taige and Shenfeng Laodeng's Bombing of the Imperial Palace (5500 words)

12 month.

Li Xinghe and Kokubun Makabe sat in the office.

Makabe, wearing cute little black-rimmed glasses, is on the phone with his subordinate.

"Russian oil supply must be reduced in price. International oil prices are still falling, and we hope they can offer concessions based on international prices."

Kokubun Makabe's fingers were entwined around the branch, while her slender legs under the table rested on Li Xinghe's thighs, moving incessantly.

It's a leisurely but not relaxing time at work.

Japan still has endless problems. For example, the price of imported Russian oil is not suitable given the downward trend in international oil prices, so this deal needs to be discussed carefully.

Li Xinghe, recalling the numerous protests from the public, considered and said:

"It's time to create a secret department responsible for global public opinion monitoring and ultimate intelligence control over Japan."

While pouring water nearby, Rie Fuji, who was in charge of indoor security, asked curiously:

"Isn't it Section Nine of the Public Security Bureau?"

Li Xinghe pondered:

"The responsibilities of Section Nine are a bit too scattered. We need a dedicated intelligence countermeasures agency."

Without a second thought, Rie Fujiwara's flowing ponytail radiated confidence, and courage broke through her usually stern face as she suddenly grabbed her younger brother's wrist:

"I'll take charge."

Li Xinghe was about to refuse.

My sister is a very upright and strong-willed person; she's not suited for this kind of thing. We can't let her be led astray.

But then he thought about it again and realized it was hard to refuse, because his sister was absolutely reliable and a family member that Li Xinghe could trust without any limits.

This really put Li Xinghe in a difficult position.

But Rie Fuji rarely acted coquettishly:

"Yuzhi is pregnant! I want one too!"

Kokubun Makabe exclaimed in surprise:

"Wow~"

Among the Ma family relatives, Fuji Rie, Fuji Hinako, and Hanabatake Owatari Tamae are three unlucky women who have difficulty conceiving. Similar to the three mothers, Ma Mikaoru, Ma Misato, and Chiyo Hinaki, they all have difficulty getting pregnant and need a long period of unprotected sex to gradually conceive.

Yuzhi was quite lucky; she got pregnant after less than 30 times. It's like an iron tree finally blooming.

"Then let's go with the older sister."

Kokubun Makabe, through his meddling, facilitated the appointment of Fujiwara Rie as the head of Japan's first specialized intelligence agency.

"Your sister has worked so hard, aren't you going to show your appreciation?"

Kokubun Makabe suddenly kicked Lee Seongha, then took the initiative to pull on Fuji Rie's coat, pushing the half-covered, half-pushing, half-rejecting Fuji Rie next to Lee Seongha.

Rie Fujii's voluptuous and muscular body was exposed to the sunlight, and her small but perky breasts shone brightly in the air.

In layman's terms, it's been established.

Li Xinghe swallowed hard, decisively told the female special agent to close the door, and then embraced the gentle and affectionate Fujiwara.

Suddenly, she felt the little girl pinch her bottom.

"Huh! What are you doing?"

Kokubun Makabe smiles mischievously from behind:

"Let me massage your bottom."

Fujiriko didn't mind having sex with Li Xinghe; they even had sex frequently at home.

However, Kokubun Makabe was causing trouble, biting her ear and tormenting her relentlessly, making Fuji Rie feel both ashamed and humiliated.

Li Xinghe let her straddle him, parting her voluptuous and adorable legs to open her gentle flower path, leading Da Xinghe to the depths of her honeyed depths, exploring his sister's mysterious garden amidst kisses on their lips.

"Ahhh, no...no...no...I can't...I won't..."

Fujiwara's slurred and intermittent speech, the seductive moans she couldn't even utter in the boudoir, sounded quite amusing to Li Xinghe.

Accompanied by erotic water sounds and lewd chants, the large, hard, iron-like galaxy entered, forcing Rie's lips and labia to penetrate deeply. As it withdrew, it pulled out this desire, causing lewd juices to flow out, as if panting and drooling in unbearable torment. The sharply defined galaxy pushed and pulled, grinding against the sensitive, soft folds, each thrust causing Rie to ejaculate copious amounts of wet, viscous, and transparent silvery fluid, wetting her thighs and leaving various scents on the desk.

Kokubun Makabe, who loved watching the drama unfold, ran to Li Xinghe's side again, her soft breasts resting on his strong back, urging his large Xinghe to thrust repeatedly into the depths of Fuji Rie's flower path. Li Xinghe kissed Fuji Rie on top, while his large Xinghe and small Rie below seemed to be kissing tightly together, making Fuji Rie's joyful moans grow even louder.

"Ah~"

Rie Fujii finally couldn't hold on any longer and spurted out a spray of silvery-white fluid.

The sprayed juice dripped onto Kokubun Makabe's legs, and Makabe, blushing, took a deep breath, inhaling the erotic scent emanating from Fuji Rie.

"No!"

Rie Fuji was still groaning and panting, unable to even retract her spread legs.

I want it!

Kokubun Makabe leaned in and kissed Rie's firm breasts.

"Then I want one too."

Li Xinghe suddenly picked up Kokubun Makabe from behind and made her lie face down on Fuji Rie, folding her into the shape of a small bread roll.

"Ah~ No~"

Kokubun Makabe lay shyly and limply on Fuji Rie's body, while Fuji Rie, filled with vengeful intent, hugged Kokubun Makabe tightly, parted her little flower petals, and revealed her two lobes.

Li Xinghe charged straight in, and Kokubun Makabe was utterly defeated on the spot.

"Dame~"

Just then, Fujihinako and Sasaki Toya came in with their two daughters, carrying lunch boxes.

Upon entering, he saw two women stacked like small bread rolls on the desk, with Li Xinghe filling them with white filling.

"Wow!"

Fujihinako covered her mouth expressionlessly.

"We want some too!"

Sasaki Toya even more decisively took off her skirt and jumped up to join the battle.

Soon after, the Taiko's office once again became a paradise of debauchery, filled with the sounds of women's panting. Four women, their exquisite bodies huddled together, lay on the national leader's desk, taking turns receiving Li Xinghe's white biscuit filling.

"Ah~"

The sounds that sparked the imagination rose and fell, prompting the female special forces soldiers responsible for security outside to immediately activate the soundproofing device to prevent people outside from hearing them.

The female special forces soldier on duty at the entrance blushed and stopped the secretary who came to inquire about government affairs.

"The Taiko is sweating profusely as he sows the seeds."

"Extraordinary diligence and extraordinary effort."

The secretaries were completely baffled:

"Sowing seeds? It's not spring yet! What can you plant in December? Flowers?"

……

In fact, there are quite a few crops to plant in Japan in December.

Cabinet secretaries who never lift a finger are naturally unaware that this is actually the peak operating season for farms across Japan.

In winter, Fuji Television begins filming programs to promote agriculture.

Miyaji Aimi, dressed in an adorable forest-style gray maxi dress, with a pair of alluring black stockings on her thighs, and high heels, walked onto the cement path in the fields:

"This is the latest specialty of the Aomori Agricultural Research Institute: Pink Heart Strawberries! They're now also being grown at agricultural reclamation stations in the Kanto Plain, and the first batch is already on the market fresh!"

Then she turned and pointed to the other side:

"The lovely big pumpkins are ready to be harvested."

After a series of visuals, the recording of the program officially began:

"Japan is currently undergoing a large-scale agricultural consolidation reform, establishing over 600 agricultural reclamation stations on the Kanto Plain and centralizing the treatment of much more abandoned and derelict land. Countless new farms supplying cities are thriving. Let's take a look at the farmers working at these agricultural reclamation stations!"

This is an officially agreed-upon video 'caring for immigrants'. Although it doesn't explicitly say it cares for immigrants, it actually shows immigrants working hard on television, linking them with Japanese farmers in order to bypass the long-standing xenophobic sentiments among the Japanese and consolidate social stability.

The film crew followed Miyaji Aikai and arrived at the farmland.

When I went down to check, there was nothing there.

"What about people?"

Miyaji Ai stood in the bountiful vegetable field, but saw no one. Only an agricultural drone flew in the air, dancing in circles like a dancer, spraying pesticides.

She was stunned, and so was the film crew.

A dozen minutes later, the person in charge appeared on the scene with red marks from his afternoon nap.

He apologized and laughed it off:

"I just took a nap, haha. Actually, we're doing drone agriculture now. Some planting is done with tillers, but most processes like planting, pest control, and fertilization can be done with drones."

Miyaji Aikai circled around and asked: