Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

This is an extremely complex issue, the root of which can even be traced back to the major flaws in China's diplomatic system in recent decades and the disputes among various factions in Myanmar. Without further discussion, Min Aung Hlaing has indeed been surviving by keeping his head down and his eyes on Beijing. Or, in other words, most forces in Myanmar are taking turns to run the Beijing Marathon.

As for what he wants to do, Li Xinghe explained:

"Now, I want to ask you, what is the core issue in this matter?"

Their puzzled answer:

"Um...was the aircraft carrier destroyed? Or did China destroy us?"

But Li Xinghe denied everything:

"No, those are irrelevant nonsense, because people only believe in the power of 'belief'. So the core issue is: the US military cannot give in."

For the United States, to a large extent, its core competitiveness lies in its appearance.

As long as the world's people can "believe" in the strength of the United States, the United States will naturally "remain great."

Because of belief, we gain the power of belief.

He spread his hands and leaned back against the American flag on the tent:

"So the solution is actually very simple. Find a scapegoat to take the blame. Then put the damn skull cap back on the Kennedy, roll the damaged Shiloh back to the dock, repair the bridge room of the Kaohsiung-class ship, and run around the Okinawa Islands to demonstrate the existence and power of the US military. Finally, add a sentence at the end of the newspaper: Because of some communication barriers between the US-Japan Combined Fleet, a supply ship exploded. Don't tell them whose ship it is, people will naturally believe that it was a Japanese supply ship. The United States is still great."

Jill was also arming herself, scratching her head in confusion:

“Don’t you need to answer whether or not you were hit by Chinese missiles?”

Mei teased her:

"It sounds like, did he cum inside?"

Li Xinghe is still explaining the real core problem:

"Don't make any reply, just show the muscles of the US military, even if it is fake muscles filled with trenbolone, cistron, testosterone propionate, and boldenone, supported by various hyaluronic acid and silicone. After a while, they will collectively forget about it, just like a bitch being stabbed by a Chinese dick, it doesn't matter, no one will really care unless the barrel of a gun is pointed at their brains."

Mei continued to joke:

"Or maybe JB really stabbed it."

At this point, Li Xinghe was serious, Jill was a little confused, Mei was relaxed, and Lin Youzi asked Li Xinghe:

"But you wouldn't tell Jacqueline that this is how it should be resolved."

"Of course, just like a client never hands over the money to a whore first, she will disappear in the next second without you noticing."

Li Xinghe used rather vulgar terms to describe his interactions with the joint command.

Lin Youzi sighed and picked up the pistol to load bullets:

“Is your daily communication about genitals and sexual behavior?”

"Do you mean verbal communication or physical communication? Both. Many shameless bad ideas come from us in bed."

"Uh... so you fucked my daughter like that? You use a dick made of bomb shells to poke your asshole at night to masturbate? Do you know that this is unhealthy?"

Lin Youzi was completely speechless.

And Li Xinghe made her even more speechless:

"I'm sorry, go through the front door next time."

Lin Youzi stretched out her slender and tender white doctor's fingers and poked Li Xinghe's chest:

"FUCK YOU."

Only by switching to English could she accurately express her speechlessness and anger.

"You're welcome anytime, but not anytime soon. I need your clear head."

Having said this, Li Xinghe secretly mobilized his own people.

He gathered some Ukrainian veterans of the Primorsky Combat Regiment who were accompanying him on this trip and announced that he would arrest the traitors.

Just like the answers in the secret discussion, the best answer was right in front of them, but Li Xinghe would not tell Jacqueline how to solve the problem simply and quickly.

It's not just because the clients can't give the money to the prostitute before going to bed, but also because Li Xinghe wants to put the blame back on David Womack.

Only then did Li Xinghe have time to plug in his mobile phone to charge.

The phone was filled with all kinds of call records, including those from family, friends, women, the Prime Minister's wife, and contacts from various large companies.

He calls Aiman.

Aiman nervously picked up the phone immediately:

"Did they fight? Was it real?"

At least until Li Xinghe's phone was charged, Aiman had been dragging her suitcase and sitting in the Starbucks outside the Washington airport. She was ready to close her laptop and fly to Hong Kong, Singapore, Russia, or any place that could allow her to appear at the Chinese border as quickly as possible, so that she could quickly change her position by saying "the baby in my belly and my husband are senior Chinese spies."

Of course, she had always been prepared. She returned to the White House in Washington intact under the pretext of "I went to the airport to visit my husband/family, but gave up my family and returned to the White House for work." Then she continued to be a director in the White House Intelligence Room and dedicated herself to the world's number one superpower.

As a flexible fence-sitter, she doesn't think her behavior is wrong at all.

At least from the perspective of a director of the White House Intelligence Office, Eyman does not think that in a nuclear war between China and the United States, she needs to die for the White House.

Li Xinghe explained:

"Of course not, but it's worse than that. You should tell the White House immediately that we were attacked by traitors within the US and Japanese armies. They are suspected of launching three rounds of internal terrorist attacks because of 'power deprivation'. They include bombing supply ships bound for Taiwan, launching drones and missiles to bomb the captain's room of the command headquarters. I am currently urgently eliminating the internal traitors. I need your support at the White House."

Aiman breathed a sigh of relief.

World War III will not break out.

She asked intimately:

"What are you going to do now?"

Li Xinghe said:

"Kill David Womack and announce to the public that he committed suicide and he is responsible."

"what?"

"Do you think that the bad things that happen in third world countries that adopt the American system will not happen in the United States? Don't be too picky."

At least from Li Xinghe's perspective, all the things that happen in third world countries that adopt the American system must have a counterpart in the United States. Because people are people, and their social logic and underlying thinking determine that under the same system, only the same things will happen.

Aiman complained:

"I just feel like you never hesitated in your decision to kill."

"of course."

Because they are not my compatriots.

"Will killing an obvious traitor solve the problem?"

"Yes, you can consider helping the White House come up with some slogans. For example, 'Law enforcement is strong, bullets have speed, and spies have graves' to hint to the outside world who the real winner is."

"How do you explain the connection between the dead traitors, the battleship on fire, and so on?"

"Conspiracy theorists will help fill it in."

The communication between Li Xinghe and Aiman was simple and efficient. Li Xinghe went to kill people, and Aiman was responsible for solving intelligence problems in the White House.

"Love you."

"Love you."

The two ended the communication.

Then, Li Xinghe personally led the team to surround the military meeting tent.

Some generals came to the meeting one after another, but this time everyone's expression changed. The generals of the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force were obviously beginning to worry.

David Womack also showed up.

He was alone, carefully squeezing into the crowd.

Then Li Xinghe and the Ukrainian veterans rushed out of the cover of the container and pointed their pistols and rifles at him.

By the time Womack realized he was being targeted, it was too late.

"Boy, you..."

No nonsense, no dying words from the villain.

Li Xinghe fired the bullet into David Womack's chest at the fastest speed. Only a fool would give the villain a chance to speak.

Admiral Jacqueline ran out of the tent and followed the sound of gunfire. When she saw Womack lying on the ground, she was stunned:

"There was a firefight at the dock... Womack was killed by you. You killed a US major general!"

She just wanted to arrest Womack and send him to a military court, but she didn't expect Li Xinghe to kill people directly.

This was the second US Army major general killed by Li Xinghe, and the first time he killed a US Army major general while on duty.

"If we don't kill him, what if he refuses to take responsibility?"

The old lady was confused:

"Now what?"

Li Xinghe searched his pockets for a long time, dug out a piece of paper with the phone number of the embassy staff written on it, and put it into David Womack's hand. Then he took out a pistol, put it in Womack's hand, put it against his head and pulled the trigger.

At this time, Womack, who was on his deathbed, had completely understood Li Xinghe's plan. He suddenly figured everything out and muttered:

"You bastard bitch, you son of a bitch, you are the one who really harmed me, you are a demon, a devil..."

“Thank you for the start-up capital you gave me.”

Li Xinghe smiled mercilessly and pulled the trigger.

Without Womack's military contracting project and the decentralized military base plan promoted by Womack, Li Xinghe's espionage business would lack start-up funds. And now, Li Xinghe personally put an end to the "benefactor" who was threatening him.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet pierced the brain at close range. The white liquid fell to the ground, facing the moonlight.

It was a dead man who pulled the trigger and killed himself.

Li Xinghe stood up, clasped his hands together and silently chanted:

"Sadly, we just found a Chinese spy and he committed suicide."

Lin Youzi looked at this astonishing scene and reminded him:

"You said he was previously in charge of targeting Russia at NATO."

Li Xinghe calmly revised his speech:

"That's the double agent of China and Russia. Now, let us announce two pieces of news to the outside world. We have successfully eliminated the internal destabilizing factors, and Major General David Womack has committed suicide."

"What unstable factors?" The old lady still didn't come back to her senses.

"Don't answer. Let the people believe. They will find the connection themselves. We will repair the world's most famous battleship tomorrow and it will be able to sail again. The mast fell off? That's the problem of Newport News Shipyard."

Newport News Shipbuilding is fully responsible.

At this time, Admiral Jacqueline could only marvel. Even though she had belatedly realized that Womack's death would confirm everything and lead to her being manipulated by Li Xinghe, it was too late.

"What a unique little devil."

The author says:

Author's words: Thank you for your support, 4300 words dedicated. Li Xinghe is going to be the leader in the joint command.

Chapter 4500 He is the future king of Japan ( words)

David Womack's body lay on the ground, his brains still slowly flowing out.

Because it was dark that night, most of the soldiers did not notice Li Xinghe's murder. After most of the generals rushed out of the tent, they only saw General Womack lying on the ground with a pistol in his hand after two gunshots.

The very few who saw the real situation, led by Admiral Jacqueline, could only remain silent.

"Major General Womack committed suicide." Li Xinghe wiped his crocodile tears sadly.

"Yes, he committed suicide."

Admiral Jacqueline's mouth felt sour.

"What a pity." Li Xinghe sighed.

"What a shame." Everyone sighed.

Admiral Jacqueline covered her face with her hands:

"Report it."