At the emergency cabinet meeting, everyone kept their eyes down, not daring to look at the Prime Minister.
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back my laughter.
Losing hair is not so bad, since they wear hats most of the time, so shaving their heads isn't that embarrassing.
However, the two glaringly obvious "idiot" characters on the Prime Minister's forehead are simply unbearable to look at.
Just now, someone with no sense of propriety, not understanding what it meant, came up and asked the Prime Minister:
"Your Excellency, your outfit today is truly unique. Is this the latest fashion trend?"
The Prime Minister's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the Prime Minister would have really wanted to beat that guy up and make him "fashionable" like himself.
Does he want to go out with the word "idiot" written all over his head?
It's fucking impossible to get rid of!
He practically rubbed his forehead raw, tried every trick in the book, but nothing worked.
The Prime Minister, suppressing his anger and shame, gave a brief account of what had happened in the past few days.
"That woman in red is some kind of monster; even the elites of the Security Bureau can't handle her."
She even managed to sneak into my place without me noticing, using this despicable method to warn me what we should do next.
Even now, the Prime Minister still feels a lingering fear, and his carotid artery feels cold.
His residence was arguably the most heavily guarded place in the entire country, yet not a single bodyguard or surveillance camera detected anything unusual last night.
It was as if the monster appeared out of thin air and then disappeared just as suddenly.
The Prime Minister knew perfectly well that the woman was using this method to warn him—
I could kill you so easily.
The cabinet ministers exchanged glances, and one of them asked, "Are you sure she was sent by Country Z?"
His tone contained surprise, but even more so, disdain.
Although the development of Country Z in recent years has indeed surprised them, deep down they still feel that country is vulnerable.
After all, their ancestors once held sway over the territory of Country Z, wielding immense power and influence.
At that time, Country Z was powerless to fight back and could only grovel and cede territory and pay reparations.
Even their most prized cultural relics and national treasures are now displayed in museums in their country Y.
"Definitely. She spoke Mandarin, and the name she gave to the museum, as well as the characters on my forehead... are all in Chinese."
What exactly is she trying to do?
The Prime Minister's face darkened: "Director Smith said she demanded that we return all the artifacts in Gallery 33 to Country Z."
"impossible."
“Those are spoils of war brought back by our ancestors, symbols of the glory of our empire. Why should we return them?”
“That’s right, we can’t return it. If we return it to Country Z, other countries will follow suit. They’ve asked for it back time and time again over the years. If we open that door, who knows how much trouble will follow.”
"We absolutely cannot return it, otherwise people will think we're afraid of Country Z, and where will that leave the Empire's face?"
"Although the people of Country Z are weak, they have a history of five thousand years. Their treasures are indeed rare, and I can't bear to return them."
"I like their stuff too. She's just a woman, what's there to be afraid of? What powerful figures can China produce? At most, they'll condemn us."
...
No one agreed to return it.
The Prime Minister naturally didn't want to give it, but last night's experience left him with lingering fears.
If that woman had cut his carotid artery while shaving his head, he would be meeting God by now.
This terrible threat must be eliminated.
The Prime Minister said, "Since everyone disagrees with returning it, the most urgent task is to deal with that inhuman monster."
The museum has been closed for the past few days, which has aroused public speculation and attracted the attention of various countries. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, and absolutely no one should know about it.
The group began to discuss solutions, but each suggestion was rejected by the Prime Minister.
There was even an idiot who said that if the museum were blown up, he would rather destroy all the artifacts than return them.
The prime minister angrily retorted, "What a joke! Do you want the empire to be at odds with the whole world?"
Museums house national treasures from various countries. If they dared to openly damage them, it would be tantamount to blatantly slapping them in the face.
Although the empire was powerful, it could not withstand being ganged up on, especially when there were large countries like Z country among them.
Everyone was hesitant to act, fearing the consequences, and was at a loss for what to do.
"How about we lure her out before we make our move?" someone suggested.
Before the Prime Minister could answer, the meeting room door was pounded on loudly, and the urgency of the person entering could be felt just from the sound.
"We're in a meeting, please wait if you need anything..."
"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened! The Tower of London and Big Ben have been damaged, and Stonehenge has also been blown up suddenly."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe what they had just heard.
The Prime Minister's head was buzzing, and he snatched the aerial photos of the scene from his secretary.
Upon seeing the image clearly, his vision went black and he broke out in a cold sweat.
The once magnificent Tower of London, which attracted tourists from all over the world, has collapsed and is now a pile of ruins.
The ancient clock tower that had kept time for the people of the empire for over a hundred years had its "point" cut off, and the ancient clock inside was also removed.
Both are iconic buildings of the empire, world-renowned cultural heritage sites, and artistic treasures of the empire.
And Stonehenge, which was practically the empire's most prized historical artifact, is now reduced to rubble.
The ministers were so distressed they could hardly breathe; their first thought was that they had encountered a terrorist attack.
The prime minister roared, disregarding his image: "Which bastard organization from which country did this?"
"It is... a woman."
"A woman?"
Everyone immediately thought of the woman in red at the museum.
She once asked the curator to pass on a message, saying that if they didn't return the cultural relics, they would regret it. It turns out that she wasn't just saying it.
The ministers cried out in distress, "That woman is insane! That's a priceless art treasure! How could she do such a thing?"
They have clearly forgotten how many treasures their ancestors destroyed and how much they plundered from other countries.
Especially the royal gardens of Country Z that were burned down, those were true cultural and artistic treasures.
Now that the knife has cut itself, it finally hurts.
"Immediately mobilize the army and arrest that woman. I want to question Country Z thoroughly: do they intend to start a war with our empire?"
"Yes, we absolutely cannot let this go."
"Country Z is really disrespecting us. We have to teach them a lesson."
Feeling insulted, the leaders were furious and wanted nothing more than to declare war on Country Z immediately.
Before the order could be delivered, a mocking female voice suddenly rang out in the conference room.
"Grandchildren, don't look anymore, Dad is here."
Everyone was shocked and looked around, but they couldn't see anyone.
Immediately afterwards, the air rippled, and the figure of the woman in red slowly appeared.
Everyone: "..."
prime minister:"……"
She actually managed to appear out of thin air!!!
So, all those protective measures around him are completely useless.
A cacophony of screams erupted in the conference room, everyone terrified by the bizarre scene.
They didn't believe the Prime Minister's description before, thinking that the museum director and the security bureau were exaggerating to cover up their dereliction of duty.
Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I finally believe it; there really wasn't a single bit of exaggeration involved.
Qi An landed, waved his hand to send the Prime Minister flying, and sat down in the main seat with an air of grandeur.
"What are you discussing? Let Dad hear it too."
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