"We learned from their Ministry of Foreign Affairs that if we dare to do anything out of line to their competitors, they will launch Star Express, which...that's a super MIRV nuclear weapon with a range of 3,000 to 20,000 kilometers."
After he finished speaking, Ono-kun showed a look of fear.
What do the Japanese fear most? Of course, it's nuclear weapons, because they are the only country in the world to have personally tasted their "deliciousness," and that fear is ingrained in their very bones.
That's roughly what happened. China changed its past style of condemnation and directly flexed its muscles and made threats, seemingly becoming the second largest power in North America. So Japan really made the right decision in a state of confusion.
Time flew by and it was evening.
At this moment, Matsunabeta is being verbally abused by Matsushima Ichiko.
"You must relocate them to a separate hotel. I have a plan to carry it out. I've already told you this, you idiot."
"Oh dear, I know I was wrong, Matsushima-sama. I will rearrange their accommodations now."
Matsunabeta sounded very anxious on the phone. Although they both have the same surname, Matsunabeta, their ranks are worlds apart. One is the Minister of the Inland Security Department, while the other is just a music master and director who has been promoted to be the head of this global music competition.
Matsushima Ichiko cursed a few more times, then hung up the phone and said to his subordinates outside, "Tell Kato Jiba to make sure he's ready tonight and tomorrow night. We absolutely cannot let that guy named Chen Feng participate in the global music competition."
His subordinates immediately went to inform them.
Just as Matsushima Ichiko was pacing back and forth in thought, the phone rang.
He quickly took it and kept saying "Hi, eh..."
Finally, he hung up the phone with an angry and resentful expression.
"Baka yarou!"
He was furious because the Prime Minister's office and the Tianhuang security forces had both called him and told him to cancel the operation and not to carry out any more assassinations against China.
Matsushima Ichiko understood perfectly why the higher-ups made this decision: they were afraid. They were afraid of the muscles China had flexed today. These cowardly guys didn't deserve to sit in that position; it should be Matsushima Ichiko who sat there.
His mind raced, his chest heaving as he recalled the past glory of his Japanese nation, which made him even more distressed.
"No... I absolutely cannot let the glory and dignity of Japan be lost in my hands, I absolutely cannot let its supreme status become a laughing stock in the hands of those scoundrels."
Matsushima Ichiko roared; he had made his decision, he would continue with the assassination plan; at this moment, he had gone mad.
Matsushima Ichiko, like many passionate people outside, was a patriot; in wartime, he would definitely be considered a hawk.
Thus, a completely different ideological divide developed between the upper, middle, and even lower levels of Japanese society.
The upper echelons decided to prioritize peace, the middle echelons with power wanted to avenge Japan's humiliation, and the lower echelons had differing opinions and all sorts of ideas.
At this moment, Kato, the head of the company, is discussing life and life with several high school students who have just come to interview for roles as actresses at his company. The actresses are trembling.
Just as he was embracing several beautiful women and imparting his years of driving experience, his men came in from outside.
"President, it's your phone."
Who is it?
"It is Lord Matsushima."
Upon hearing this, Kato immediately got up and rushed out without even putting on his pants. He was still very afraid of Matsushima, after all, Matsushima could wipe out his company in a matter of minutes with just a word.
The subordinate who witnessed this scene swallowed hard. "His penis is so long. No wonder his name is Kato Jiba Chang. He's worthy of being the chairman."
Kato answered the phone, but the caller wasn't Matsushima himself, but rather Matsushima's secretary.
"Chairman Kato and Lord Matsushima want you to be fully prepared tonight and tomorrow night, and ready to take action at any time."
Kato paused for a moment, then asked, "No, I saw the news. Wasn't this incident resolved peacefully? I saw that China's attitude was very tough. Their Star Express, aircraft carrier group, and fifth-generation fighter jets are right at our doorstep. At this time, is Lord Matsushima really going to carry out the assassination plan?"
"You bastard, you idiot."
"How could you presume to know the thoughts and actions of Lord Matsushima and his superiors? Your only task is to execute them, understand?"
Faced with the accusations over the phone, Kato's face darkened, but he dared not retort. He could only say in a frustrated tone, "Yes, yes, I know I was wrong. Please tell Lord Matsushima that I will be prepared. As long as he gives the order, I will complete the mission perfectly."
After a few pleasantries, Kato hung up the phone, his face ashen.
"President, this doesn't make sense. We already backed down during the day and didn't avoid starting a conflict."
His subordinate asked, puzzled.
"Yes, I'm also very puzzled. If the higher-ups are really powerful, they wouldn't have chosen to back down during the day. If they had backed down, it would mean that everything would have proceeded normally. But now Matsushima is even asking me to assassinate him."
"This time, China's actions are too significant; it seems that the contestant in that music competition must be a big shot..."
His subordinate's face was also grim. He said, "In that case, Chairman, if we really assassinate a Chinese person, it could have very serious consequences. We simply cannot afford such a price."
Kato understood perfectly well.
Do you think I don't know or understand? But what can we do?
"If we don't follow Matsushima's orders, we could be wiped out tonight. If we do, there might be a glimmer of hope, or it might be utter destruction."
Why........
The moonlight was like water; the moon over Japan had actually appeared! It's rare to see the moon in China during March and April.
Chen Feng and his group were assigned three rooms. As they entered their rooms, they encountered many musicians and singers from other countries. When they learned that Chen Feng and his group were the Chinese contestants who had caused a scene at the airport earlier that day, they all showed great respect.
In particular, the way he looked at Chen Feng was full of respect.
It takes a lot of courage for them to persist like this on foreign soil.
Hi everyone!
"I'm a singer from Ukraine, my name is Richie Lala..."
"Hi, I'm Mo Hanmo, a musician from Yilang..."
"Wow, what am I seeing? I see the Chinese delegation! Oh my god! Hello, I'm from France..."
Along the way, every country greeted them, except for the Japanese athletes who looked at them with hatred.
Upon entering the designated room, the Japanese waiter left without saying a word, clearly dissatisfied with them as well.
The rooms are quite spacious, all of them are two-bedroom apartments, but the building materials are wood, giving them a very antique feel. The architectural style was also learned from the Tang Dynasty in China and then improved upon, creating a unique landscape.
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