Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

The United States put pressure on Miyake Goto to mobilize violent gangs, and the hostile faction sent gunmen to execute the leaders of the violent gangs as a warning.

A very clear criminal process.

But due to political factors, Miyake will not speak, and the hostile faction will not surrender themselves.

This case was impossible to investigate from the beginning.

"What's going on...are we back to the last century?"

Kanazawa Kohei has a headache.

When the left-wing movement was surging in the last century, it was common for American congressmen like this to collude with violent organizations and do evil everywhere. Beating students, violently attacking workers, and even killing people in the middle of the night were common. Many left-wing people and progressive students mysteriously disappeared in the counter-revolutionary wave.

Are we back to that era?

Should you consider retiring?

He deliberately avoided the person in charge of the case and suddenly asked Maria Miyake: "Where did Miss Miyake go today?"

The pure and lovely Miss Miyake shyly turned her face away:

"I'm socializing with...my classmates this afternoon."

Kanazawa Kohei found a topic and quickly took up the conversation:

"So, which boy is it?"

Miyake Maria shyly pointed at the road and Li Xinghe holding the flowers:

"Right over there."

Miyake Goto, who was sitting on the ground, was stunned. He looked at his daughter who suddenly became a stranger, and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Originally this was just a random and nonsense investigation, but when he saw Li Xinghe holding flowers, Kanazawa Kohei had no choice but to bite the bullet and invite him over to continue his time-wasting questioning.

He pointed at the bouquet and said, "Are these flowers for Miss Miyake?"

Li Xinghe knew his mission. He also had to pave the way for his personal relationship with Counselor Maria and become a dual-class senior agent, so he said frankly: "No, actually... this bouquet of flowers is for my teacher, Ms. Maria. I don't have much to do today. I was visiting attractions at noon, in Ikebukuro with classmate Miyake in the afternoon, and on the way to treat teacher Maria to dinner in the evening, I was brought here."

Kanazawa Kohei was shocked, and the heart of the 40-year-old single man was hit hard. He opened his eyes wide in shock:

"So, you were sightseeing in Tokyo at noon, and then you were hanging out with classmate Miyake around Ikebukuro in the afternoon. After you separated at the Ikebukuro subway station, you went to see your teacher, Ms. Maria, holding flowers?"

Miyake Mari was speechless.

She remembered that when they broke up in the evening, Li Xinghe said that he was really a CIA agent.

"Is it true or not?"

The police were silent for a moment.

What kind of mobile rutting machine is this, the Master Time Assassin?

"In Canada and Amei, it's pretty much the same," Li Xinghe said. It's not nonsense, the young people there really have a lot of fun, and they often have parties and even swap.

Everyone's stereotype of Japanese returnees in the United States has become even more profound.

Iwaki Masanori, the head of the Investigation Division, suddenly asked:

"You've just been in the island country for two days, right?"

Li Xinghe corrected his mistake:

"I'm going back to the island country, back to the hometown I've never seen. It's so beautiful, Japan."

As a public security officer, Kanazawa Kohei could hardly hold back his conversation with this playboy.

He turned around and asked his subordinates to take over the work at hand, and then called his superior to communicate.

Since they were not apparently involved in the shooting, Li Xinghe and Miyake Maria quickly finished listening to the news and prepared to go home.

But on the other side, when everyone dispersed, Kanazawa Kohei's expression changed.

He invited Fuji Rie, an ordinary police officer, to a corner for a detailed discussion.

Kanazawa Kohei, who is of medium height and kind-looking, asked Fuji Rie seriously:

"Inspector Fuji, please tell me more about your brother."

The rank of police lieutenant is two levels higher than that of patrolman and is generally awarded to elite police officers who have passed the national first-class civil service examination. There are only a few hundred such people each year and they are called the professional group and have a promising future.

But in her public identity, Fuji Rie is just a simple semi-professional, that is, a local traffic policeman who graduated from an ordinary university and passed the second-class civil service examination.

"he..."

Fuji Rie frowned slightly, but still told Li Xinghe's background and personal experience.

After listening to this, Kanazawa Kohei went on a long phone call and asked immediately after returning:

"Inspector Fuji, if I say... the Public Security Department hopes that you can recruit your brother to join our Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Department to help us infiltrate the American spy circle, especially that Counselor Maria, do you agree?"

"No, he's just a playboy." Fuji Rie shook her head repeatedly.

Kanazawa Kohei's tone became slightly heavier, and he began to put pressure on her while persuading her:

"But he has already tried to pursue that Counselor Maria. This playboy is very useful. Chief Inspector Fuji, you must know the principles of our public security. We must prevent both the extreme left and the extreme right, eliminate interference from that country in the west, and strictly guard against infiltration from the United States. You also saw what happened today. Counselor Maria instigated the congressman to do evil, and the enemy sent out gunmen, but we were powerless to do anything about it. Are we going to be powerless forever? Chief Inspector Fuji, remember the oath you took when you joined the public security."

Fuji Rie was speechless.

Thinking of the task given to her by her aunt and Li Xinghe's mother, she still insisted on shaking her head, not wanting to drag Li Xinghe into the vortex of national confrontation.

Seeing her like this, Kanazawa Kohei curled his lips and suddenly said:

"Then I'll ask Prosecutor Chiyo what she thinks tomorrow."

Prosecutor Chiyo is Fuji Rie's aunt, Li Xinghe's distant relative, the prosecutor who has not yet appeared. Kanazawa Kohei is sure that the political animal will definitely allow it.

Fuji Rie could only clench her hands and purse her lips:

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to him."

The author says:

Author's Note: Thank you for your support.

Chapter 13 is part of the play

Li Xinghe and Miyake Maria sat in the witness stand.

Maria Miyake looked back from time to time, her pretty face flushed with suppressed laughter.

Li Xinghe complained: "The corners of your mouth are really harder to suppress than AK now, please go home first. Otherwise, we might be exposed because of your smile, okay?"

"Tsk." Mariya said disdainfully.

After holding back her laughter for a while, she choked herself and cried, then left accompanied by a female police officer.

Li Xinghe had to wait until Maria made several rounds of threatening statements from the United States to the police and public security officers present before she came back and took Li Xinghe away from the scene.

Then go straight back to the company office near the Aramco Embassy in Japan.

The company is called 'Maliki Foundation for Democracy Tokyo Office'.

This is very consistent with the American style of doing things. When they want to launch a color revolution or coordinate public opinion, they always put the bad things they are going to do on their minds.

In the office, Maria handed a contract to Li Xinghe:

"Sign this contract, and you will now be a trainee agent."

Of course, this contract is not a spy contract, but the employment requirements of the Malki Foundation for Democracy. Since Li Xinghe is not an employee but a "volunteer", he is not a formal employee and does not pay social insurance.

In terms of cost saving, it is also very American.

Maria kept a straight face, but her voice became noticeably weaker:

"A new agent can earn about $4 a year. That's a pretty good income in an island country."

Li Xinghe was in a difficult position. 4 US dollars could only be exchanged for 20 yuan, which was about 720 million Japanese yen. It was about 1.5 times the income of a new graduate, and was even worse than his annual salary of 24 yuan from his original job.

Especially considering the high inflation in the United States and the similarly expensive cost of living in the island nation, this money is not bad, but it is definitely not life-saving money. Find a job as a truck driver, plumber, etc., and you can earn more.

No wonder Maria couldn't see any of her previous employees. It seemed like the money wasn't paid and they all left.

Who would be willing to risk their life to sell drugs and earn money from street stalls, unless they were a spy with another background like Li Xinghe?

The intelligence wars in Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan mostly failed for similar reasons. America has fallen into the same pit so many times and has not yet woken up.

Seeing that Li Xinghe looked down on the money, Maria clenched her fists and gritted her teeth:

"Well... it's a bit too little. I'll apply for you to be a full-time employee with special skills, which will give you a basic annual salary of $6.47. You have language skills, know three languages, and have a special understanding of the situations in three countries... You also have special relatives in the island country's legal system, which is also a plus. Let me take a look..."

After Maria's strong efforts, Li Xinghe's annual salary was pushed up to 9.3 US dollars, and his pre-tax income was 46.5 yuan, or 1670 million yen.

However, taxes still need to be deducted.

“About $6.5 after taxes.”

Li Xinghe signed the agreement and received the bank card.

He took a calculator and after careful analysis, he concluded that it was only 50% higher than his regular job income.

This is the United States, the invincible United States.

Damn it.

Even the money earned by agents is subject to tax deduction, and a huge amount of it.

Maria raised her straight legs and leaned them against the table, her high heels making noises as they hit the wooden table.

She arranged the tasks:

"Anyway, you are now joining my action team. Our current goal is to find out whether the upper echelons of the island nation have betrayed us and turned collectively after our army temporarily returned to Tokyo Bay for repairs during the confrontation in the East China Sea. We must get the answer as quickly as possible, starting with your prosecutor relative."

This question is actually the opposite of what the superiors require.

Li Xinghe's superiors asked him to test whether the United States had any intention of withdrawing from the island country, but what the United States was thinking was whether my dog would bite me.

This also shows that the United States has made up its mind to turn the island country into a chessboard for a tug-of-war, and use it ruthlessly to death. It's like a yellow-haired man kicking the victim's wife hard without any mercy.

After Li Xinghe was sure of his mission, he began to show his timidity:

"Aren't there intelligence groups eavesdropping? The whole world knows about the backdoors in Apple phones, apps, and various coding instruction sets. The CIA eavesdropped on the German Chancellor, the French President, and so on."

Maria's face darkened.

There was indeed an intelligence team, but the problem was that at her level of operation, she was not qualified to inquire about the intelligence at that level.

And she really needed a reliable achievement to prove herself to her superiors.

"If I can communicate with the intelligence team, why would I hire you?" Maria glared at him viciously.

Li Xinghe could only ponder, scratching his head and coming up with a good idea:

"We are a special operations team. We can control these violent organizations ourselves and make them work for us. They are all violent gangs anyway, and they don't cost much."

The original plan was to use Maria's chicken to lay Li Xinghe's eggs.

For violent gangs that have extensive connections with the island nation's political circles, using the United States to win them over and then mobilizing them at the right time to cause sabotage and create momentum can be a reliable tool.

"No money, rejected." Maria calculated the cost of her operation and found that she couldn't even support a few subordinates, let alone win over violent organizations.

Throughout the year, her actions were hampered by insufficient budget.

Just like her colleagues in Hong Kong Island, they have no money, no manpower, no ideas and no ability.

It's not that I don't want to cause trouble, it's just that I'm short of money, so I can only do things that seem stupid to others.

Unable to come to any conclusion, Li Xinghe stood up and said goodbye.

I also asked what to eat in the evening and was told there was nothing.

"Ah? Don't we have an out-of-town dinner allowance?"

"Funding is tight, no."

“What about commuter allowance?”

"nor."

"..."

Li Xinghe is convinced that if people did not have the illusion that America is a paradise on earth, and did not bring their own food to work for the American empire, most people would not be able to endure such stingy treatment.

Therefore, the dogs of the American empire are all either stupid or evil.

Those who do the work are bad, those who believe in it are stupid, and those who are used as guns are both stupid and bad.