American Strategic Deception Bureau

　"Ouch!!!"

　Monroe, whose whole body was burning hot from soaking in the hot spring, was so shocked by the cool water that even her hair stood up.

　"Damn it! How dare you treat me like this! Marita, you're dead!"

　The blonde beauty launched a counterattack again in shame and anger, and the red-haired beauty turned over and pressed her without any hesitation, and the fight was difficult to determine for a while.

　The two naked beauties were entangled with each other, their chests and buttocks pressed together, their slippery skin touching each other. It was truly a paradise-like sight.

　After playing around like this for a while, Marita finally grabbed Monroe's butt, slapped her hard twice, rubbed her face, and shouted, "Okay, Miss Monroe, stop it! Be good! It's time to take your medicine!"

　After hearing this, Monroe finally gave up resisting, turned around and muttered to Marita, lying down with her round buttocks raised high.

　Marita also returned to the low table filled with jars and cans and poured the freshly prepared warm medicine into a thick enema syringe.

　——The "honey chocolate mushroom vanilla tea" that Marita had just prepared at the open-air hot spring was not a functional drink for Monroe to drink with her mouth, but an enema solution that needed to be drunk with her buttocks...

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　At the same time, in a spacious room just across the wall from the open-air hot spring, the three men heard the noises and cries coming from the hot spring pool through the translucent camphor paper sliding door... and couldn't help but smile knowingly and intimately.

　"Ms. Monroe is in such good spirits! We were really worried about her health in the summer, but now it seems we don't have to worry anymore!"

　Dr. Kissinger, sitting cross-legged on the tatami that smelled of straw and wearing a loose blue and white striped yukata, said this with a smile.

　"Well, Marilyn's health has improved, which is of course something to be happy about. But she seems to be too energetic, which is really too much to bear."

　Monroe's ex-husband and big bootlicker, the legendary American baseball player DiMaggio said with a wry smile that his face has become a little thinner recently, the areas around his eyes are slightly darker, and he seems to lack strength when he speaks - I don't know if it is due to kidney deficiency or physical weakness, or both?

　Of course, despite his lack of energy, he was in a very good mood recently because Monroe had officially agreed to remarry him.

　While Fili was looking at the various exquisite scrolls and ornaments in the room, as well as the hollow silver ball incense burner with smoke curling up, he was also admiring the charming proprietress of the hot spring hotel next to him, who was diligently performing the tea ceremony for these distinguished guests from the United States.

　Well, the Japanese tea ceremony, although an outdated product that was eliminated by the Chinese during the Ming Dynasty, has an extremely complicated and difficult process.

　If you strictly follow the "Tea Classic", you must first break the tea cake into pieces, throw it into a container and carefully roast it to make it dry, so that the tea flavor becomes thicker; then pour the broken tea cake into a special tea grinder and grind it into a fine powder with a stone pestle; then use a special wind furnace, the best charcoal and mountain spring water, and a special small tea kettle to boil water; when the water boils, first

　Add some salt, then stir the boiling water in the pot with a bamboo utensils while sprinkling tea powder into the center of the water surface...Finally, there is an extremely difficult artistic task - dividing the tea!

　——Tea powder is not instant coffee powder. Even if it is dissolved thoroughly, a large part of it will turn into foam and float on the water surface.

　A true tea master must master the art of skillfully pouring the tea from the tea kettle, along with the foam, into the tea bowl. Not only must not a drop of tea spill onto the tatami, but the foam must also be shaped into patterns and shapes such as cranes, turtles, mountains and rivers, and squirrels—a technique known as "fencha."

　Well, it's probably similar to the icing on the rim of a coffee cup in a modern coffee shop, except it's more difficult.

　The hotel owner in front of me obviously did not have such professional-level tea ceremony skills. Her ability was to put some tea powder into the tea bowl, sprinkle salt on it, add hot water, and then use a small brush (tea whisk) to scrub it vigorously until the water has the taste of tea.

　After all this trouble, the large black pottery bowl filled with tea was respectfully presented to the three "American devils".

　——That’s right, the Japanese tea ceremony requires a room full of men to drink from the same bowl of tea, which is full of gay passion!

　Of course, in practice, the Japanese do pay some attention to hygiene. After each person takes a sip from the tea bowl, they rotate it at an angle, away from the spot where their lips touched it, before passing it to the next person. However, if there are many people in the tea room, and someone still doesn't get to drink after the bowl has been passed around, then indirect kissing is inevitable.

　Fortunately, there were only three men drinking tea in this room today.

　Just in case, Fili picked up the tea bowl and took a sip before the other two could react.

　Well, the water is salty, the tea is bitter, and there is a mouthful of tea powder and residue when you drink it. Tasting this stuff is simply torturing your tongue.

　However, compared to the bitterness of the tea, all the tea sets were exquisitely crafted, not only inlaid with gold and silver, but also enamel-coated with patterns of flowers, birds, and mountains. Even the charcoal used to boil the water was meticulously crafted into the shapes of flowers and animals, similar to animal biscuits, and presented in a lacquered and gilded wooden box decorated with shell inlays, looking like a fine work of art.

　Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the tea set is, the tea is still hard to swallow!

　Alas, there is no way around it. This is probably one of the most prominent characteristics of Japan since ancient times.

　We always neglect the areas where we should work hard, but we devote all our energy to the small, unimportant details, striving for perfection...

　Of course, the salty and bitter tea was not the thing that made Philip feel the most embarrassed.

　What made him even more embarrassed was the "special refreshments" that were served afterwards.

　——Looking at the black lacquer plate with gold painting, between the scarlet Hagi mochi and the translucent yokan, there was a small piece of glutinous rice "wagashi" in the shape of red and white mushrooms, and a whole fresh "Hakone New Local Fantasy Mushroom" on the white porcelain plate next to it...Fili was speechless.

　"It's only been three months since we last came to Hakone... I think? They've already grown psilocybin mushrooms and are selling them?"

　Others, with wilder methods, even mobilized their connections in the United States and used airmail to get ready-made Psilocybin mushrooms to try.

　Moreover, unlike those health supplements that take effect slowly, the effects of psilocybin mushrooms are really immediate! It makes people unable to stop!

　So, after Fili and his friends returned from their long journey through Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Okinawa, and Manila, they found themselves in the hot spring district of Hakone. Not only were American-made mushroom powder chocolates available, but Japanese-made mushroom powder "wagashi" (Japanese sweets) were also available.

　In this short period of time, Hakone's pastry chefs and cooks racked their brains to come up with a plethora of delicious creations: red and white mushroom daifukumochi, glutinous rice mushroom cakes, mushroom water manju with mushroom powder in the filling, and konpeito (candied sugar) containing trace amounts of mushroom powder...

　And, of course, there are the freshly picked psilocybin mushrooms from the greenhouse, served whole on lacquer trays for guests to crush and eat like hand-ground wasabi.

　For a time, "Fantasy Mushrooms" surpassed hot spring buns and hot spring eggs to become the most popular Hakone specialty.

　Since these "magic mushrooms" can effectively treat depression when taken in moderation, and hot springs can also relax the body and mind, this trendy hot spring + mushroom combination is extremely attractive to those Japanese office workers who are heading towards "death from overwork."

　In addition, various strange enema spa services are also booming in this famous hot spring street at a speed that is too fast to keep up.

　Compared with the decayed and rigid appearance of Japan in the future, which will remain unchanged for decades, it is completely different.

　——Perhaps this is a special landscape that any country will have during its period of rapid economic development?

　However, despite the fact that these "magic mushrooms" had been touted as a health wonder drug like ginseng, Dr. Kissinger declined to try them, believing that while they might be comfortable, they would affect his thinking. Knowing the truth, Phili naturally didn't dare to touch them either.

　In the end, only Mr. DiMaggio, the former legendary baseball player who didn't need to use his brain much, smiled and put the uniquely shaped mushroom powder and fruit into his mouth, and then, while feeling ecstatic like a cat that had inhaled catnip, he went to the next room to enjoy the massage service of a Japanese girl.

　Although he had decided to remarry Marilyn Monroe, this did not mean that he would remain a virgin from then on. Instead, he would, like a 20th-century American man, seize the last of his single days and have a good time with several women of different types and races...

　After DiMaggio left, Fieri and Kissinger watched as Marilyn Monroe, still enjoying the hot springs, wasn't done yet. Well, Marilyn Monroe's butt wasn't done with the enema yet. So they had the maid bring more sake and beef hot pot, and continued eating and drinking.

　After a few cups of hot sake, I couldn't help feeling a little tipsy. Then I turned my head and looked at Mount Fuji bathed in the cool moonlight, and I felt refreshed.

　"I didn't expect that I could actually see Mount Fuji from here!" Fili said with a smile, pointing to the majestic volcano in the distance.

　Well, although the hot spring hotel they stayed at was called "Fujii" and the village next to it was called "Fujimi", if that was all, there was really no way to guarantee that you could see Mount Fuji: there was no way, there were too many counterfeit and shoddy things...

　In Japan, the majestic Mount Fuji is not only the country's most famous scenic spot, but is also considered by the Japanese to possess profoundly sacred symbolic significance. Some even consider it a "sacred mountain" where the Japanese gods reside, and worship it to the point of veneration.

　This world-famous active volcano is not only the highest peak in Japan, but also boasts a perfectly shaped mountain. It's breathtakingly beautiful from every angle, and the snow-capped crater in autumn and winter is especially stunning, creating a pristine, pristine spectacle.

　Unfortunately, Japan is a humid island nation with a maritime climate, rich in moisture year-round. Consequently, Mount Fuji is shrouded in constant mist, as if shrouded in a hazy veil. Even when up close, its true form is often impossible to discern. This further enhances the mystique of this sacred mountain.

　In order to see the true face of Mount Fuji, many people are willing to spend a lot of money and travel thousands of miles to visit.

　As a result, villagers in the surrounding areas of Mount Fuji began to exploit the mountain. They all labeled their hometowns "Fujimi"—not counting those places where Mount Fuji could be seen regularly. Even villages and towns so far away from Mount Fuji that only a faint glimpse of it could be seen in the clear autumn weather, recklessly adorned themselves with the golden signboard of "Fujimi."

　Therefore, in Shizuoka Prefecture, Yamanashi Prefecture and Kanagawa Prefecture around Mount Fuji, there is really a "Fuji-mi" every ten miles, and "Fuji-residence" is everywhere, which is enough to make tourists who are unfamiliar with the place dizzy and wonder where Mount Fuji is.

　Even places that had never seen Mount Fuji were recklessly renamed "Fujimi" to attract or deceive tourists, with a concocted story: for example, a sudden downpour of wind and rain in the autumn of a certain year. Then, after the rain cleared, people looked up and saw Mount Fuji. They immediately believed it was a sign of good fortune, and so changed the place's name.

　Of course, the so-called auspicious legend is just an advertising gimmick after all. The originally invisible Mount Fuji will remain invisible after all.

　Fortunately, the hotel where Fili and his friends stayed this time

　The hot spring inn is a century-old establishment, once visited by the Japanese royal family, so it's not afraid to deceive its customers. In this crisp autumn weather, it's easy to fully appreciate the true beauty of the shy sacred mountain.

　"The scenery here is really beautiful, and the air in the countryside is fresher. It's not as noisy and bustling as in Tokyo."

　Turning his head to gaze out the window at the moonlit Mount Fuji, Dr. Kissinger nodded in agreement, saying, "However, if possible, I would still prefer to exchange and discuss with professors and scholars from the University of Tokyo to broaden my horizons and improve my understanding of the world!"

　Many people tend to think that the United States represents the world and look down on everything outside. But this is not the case. Studying behind closed doors won't improve you. Isn't the point of academic exchange to get out and about more, see more exotic sights, and hear more diverse voices?

　"Even if those Japanese college students call you a running dog of imperialism, it doesn't matter?" Firi sneered.

　——These days, the Japanese academic community as a whole actually has some "socialist tendencies", and left-wing groups among students are common.

　It seems that this is because at the end of World War II, the warmongering Japanese military implemented the "students going into battle" policy, retaining only science students who were "more useful to the country", while forcibly conscripting liberal arts students from schools across the country and sending them to the battlefield.

　Thus, all Japanese teacher trainees underwent a brutal "re-education" on the front lines, endured bullets, famine, and plague, and barely survived until the end of the war. Regardless of whether they had previously sung praises of the war of aggression, they all returned as pacifists opposed to war.

　When they entered the classroom, the professors, recalling the hardships they had endured in Southeast Asia, were filled with rage, and they had nothing good to say about the army. From then on, the left dominated Japan's educational landscape, while the right was completely silenced—because the liberal arts students who had experienced the "students going to battle" period understood that the war machine needed science students. Therefore, if war broke out again, these intellectuals would undoubtedly be the first to be sent to fill the trenches.

　Yet, the power to shape public opinion was held by liberal arts students, with the US imperialist power watching closely. Consequently, throughout the Cold War, Japan's cultural and public opinion circles were largely dominated by the left, with military service being denigrated as menial labor, and the social atmosphere as effeminate as that of China's late Northern Song Dynasty.

　Of course, if the emphasis was simply on culture over military power, the US would have welcomed it, perhaps even wishing for the once-powerful Japanese Empire to fall into such a state of emasculation. However, the problem was that during this period, Japan's cultural and educational circles were no longer merely anti-war; they were showing genuine socialist tendencies—albeit more akin to Latin American leftists, passionate and romantic but lacking in tenacity and groundedness.

　But at this time, the "Zen Student Federation" and "Zen Kyoto", which held high the anti-war banner, still had a considerable influence among Japanese students.

　The result was that when Kissinger gave a speech at the University of Tokyo, he was scolded by a group of students as a "running dog of imperialism"...

　Fortunately, Dr. Kissinger, America's most famous "defeatist counselor" during the Cold War, had a good temper. While he could be ruthless when necessary, most of the time he maintained a composed and indifferent demeanor, rarely getting angry.

　Therefore, in his view, the provocation and offense from the Japanese college students was like a gentle breeze on his face and was not worth getting angry at all.

　"If they want to scold me, then go ahead! My strength is that I'm thick-skinned and never afraid of being scolded."

　Dr. Kissinger said with a smile, "If I couldn't even stand being scolded, how could I have dared to go to the White House?"

　Well, for American politicians, being harassed by reporters, attacked by voters, and slandered and framed are all part of their professional lives. For more details, see Mark Twain's novel "Running for Governor." If you don't have even this level of mental fortitude, you simply can't get into politics.

　"But it doesn't seem like a big deal for us to just stay on vacation in Japan like this. The little money allocated by the government has long been spent. Now we are eating and using the Japanese official hospitality for free, and Miss Monroe is using Mr. DiMaggio's money..." Ferry frowned.

　"I don't think it's a bad thing. I was worried that the State Department would send us to some weird, remote country for goodwill activities in the remaining months of the year. If we were in Africa or the Middle East, we wouldn't get the same level of hospitality as Japan."

　Dr. Kissinger said as he poked a piece of beef with his fork, "Now it's already mid-November. By the time we meet up with General LeMay and fly home, it will be Christmas time back home, and the higher-ups won't be able to send us on any more business trips!"

　In the final days of the year, we only need to accompany Miss Monroe to the White House Christmas dinner, and at most go to Universal Studios for a few events to officially announce her new movie and her marriage to Mr. DiMaggio. Even if that's mission accomplished, the temporary team can be disbanded..."

　"But the question is, if General LeMay doesn't come back by December, what are we going to do? Wait until next year in Japan?"

　"Wait until next year? How could that be possible! It's not like General Le May would spend Christmas with Diem in Saigon!"

　"I'm not talking about Saigon, but India! Dr. Kissinger, you are also aware of the recent Sino-Indian border war.

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　Phiri said, "Just like when the South Korean army broke through the 38th parallel, the Indian army was also defeated in the Himalayas. Nehru was even frightened and fled New Delhi! If the White House decided to aid India, would General LeMay fly there?"

　Author's words: PS: I originally thought that the Sino-Indian War was carried out during the Cuban Missile Crisis, just like the three major battles of the Liberation War and the Berlin Crisis.

　But later, after checking the data, I found that it was not correct: the war started on October 20, and the Cuban Missile Crisis broke out on October 22. The war started before the crisis. It would have been difficult for China to ambush spies in the White House and senior CIA positions at the time and obtain such real-time intelligence.

　Moreover, launching a campaign across the Himalayas requires stockpiling supplies a long time in advance. It is impossible for Beijing to anticipate the crisis and conflict in the Caribbean before it is ready to take action - so this can only be said to be a coincidence, right?

　In other words, I believe that even if there had been no Cuban Missile Crisis, the Sino-Indian War would still have broken out.

　Chapter 184: Indians with a strong addiction to being weak

　I have to say that 1962 in this dimension was a very lively year.

　The Cuban nuclear crisis at the beginning of the year not only unexpectedly collapsed the Pentagon, but also scared President Kennedy into fleeing Washington. It also led to a direct nuclear attack between the United States and the Soviet Union, almost triggering World War III, and made people all over the world play a super exciting and thrilling heart-pounding game.

　Well, the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, sent out their best troops and exerted extreme pressure on each other, fighting from the extremely cold and dark Arctic Ocean all the way to the sunny Caribbean Sea. The rising mushroom clouds affected the heartbeat of the entire world. It was a very hardcore and high-end game.

　Next, the Algerian War, which lasted for eight years, finally came to an end in the summer of that year. France bid farewell to this overseas department that it had ruled for more than a hundred years, and the Algerians paid a tragic price with one-tenth of their population being killed.

　Although the technical level of this war is not very high, but with the brutality and tenacity of the two sides, it can at least be called a mid-level game.

　In addition, the United States launched a "special war" in South Vietnam to participate in the elimination of the Viet Cong, as well as the ambitious "Strategic Village Plan", which put one foot into the quagmire of the Vietnam War. The first batch of American special forces were transported to Vietnam and began a long battle with the "talking tree".

　Considering that the South Vietnamese government was indeed a weakling, but the United States behind it was not weak - it could barely be considered a mid-level game!

　Then, at the end of the year, China and India, two populous countries, performed a farce in the history of modern warfare between the Himalayas, the roof of the world, and presented a hilarious low-end game to the audience around the world.

　Speaking of the Sino-Indian border conflict, this is actually a very new thing - in ancient history, there was no border issue between China and India at all.

　Because when ancient India was strong, China's successive Central Plains dynasties had not yet set foot on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the western border stopped at Sichuan and Shu.

　By the time of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, when China had finally expanded to a territory close to its modern size, India had fallen into a period of fragmentation and decline.

　Even during the heyday of the Mughal Empire, there was still Nepal and a series of small countries further east between it and China, and there was no border between them.

　Moreover, by the time the Qing Dynasty defeated the Dzungar Khanate, dismembered the Khoshut Khanate, and brought Tibet under its rule, the Mughal Empire, which had nearly unified India, had already entered a period of decline. When Emperor Qianlong sent Fu Kang'an to attack Nepal, he did so without consulting the Mughal emperor in Delhi.

　It wasn't until Britain completely ruled India that the land-hungry British Empire, despite having already occupied wealthy South Asia, became unprepossessing about cold and barren Tibet. Thus, it drew the McMahon Line to the north, seizing large tracts of land from the Tibetans.

　More than forty years later, India achieved independence, and Britain left the South Asian subcontinent forever. However, from the very first day of its independence, the Indian government embarked on a policy of "secondary imperialism," seeking to inherit the entire British Empire's legacy around the Indian Ocean.

　Although India was colonized by Britain for hundreds of years, which at first glance seems quite aggrieved, when the British Empire bullied others, many Indian soldiers served as cannon fodder. Over time, this gave India the illusion that "we fought alongside big brother Britain to establish the land where the sun never sets, and our status in the world is only slightly inferior to that of big brother Britain."

　After independence, Indians felt that since Britain was the world hegemon, then India should at least be the Asian hegemon, right?

　Therefore, their ideal "Greater India" not only wants to re-merge India and Pakistan, but also wants to annex Myanmar, Nepal and Bhutan, advance northwest to Afghanistan, and take over China's Tibet, Qinghai and Yunnan in the northeast, plus western Sichuan, and draw the border line to Chengdu!

　This ideal blueprint of "Greater India" sounds crazy, right?

　But this was actually considered conservative in India at that time.

　The most crazy Indian nationalist radicals have the slogan of unifying the "Three Indias"!

　We must plant Ashoka's sun flag from the Hindu Kush Mountains eastward all the way to the Solomon Islands!

　——Let me explain here what the "Three Indias" means. This is actually a geographical concept proposed by Europeans.

　At the beginning of the Age of Exploration, European whites had a vague understanding of the world and could only rely on