Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

"We stole two sets of Stinger missiles, dozens of XM5 rifles, more than 11 XM pistols, boxes of more than rounds of ammunition, bulletproof vests, scopes, night vision goggles, bulletproof plates, helmets, and military radios. The radios and night vision goggles alone are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars if sold. Don't they realize that?"

"No way... they really didn't find anything?" Maria Andres, as the counselor of the embassy, put forward a very constructive hypothesis.

That is, the Sagamihara Army Headquarters did not realize that they were being deceived. Whether it was a war between prostitutes or a truck going in to steal things, it was all a daily occurrence for them.

Losing pistols, rifles and bulletproof vests is a daily occurrence.

It is estimated that the warehouse manager will not conduct a thorough inspection at all. As long as the amount is not particularly outrageous, it will be reimbursed as losses, or some guns will be transferred from other departments to pretend that the inventory is sufficient.

Throw two sets of stingers?

For the US troops stationed in Japan, the Stinger portable missile may be a toy that may not be used once in ten years, and the missile inspection may only be carried out once every few months. Even if it is found that it cannot be found by then, it is estimated that they will just find a wooden stick to put on it to fake it.

Maybe they can't even guard against the Standard-6 air defense missiles.

Now, Li Xinghe is in anxiety.

This amount of theft would be enough to get people beheaded a thousand times in China, but it is no big deal for the US military.

Jill went out to make some phone calls, asking about her past friends.

Then she came back and said, "It seems we have backfired. According to my ex-girlfriend, it has become a kind of routine to arrange a service for the soldiers whenever an officer wants to steal weapons."

Do you still have an ex-girlfriend?

Li Xinghe widened his eyes.

Mei's expression also became subtle.

But Li Xinghe suddenly became worried again:

"No wonder. After all, the three armed forces of the United States conduct their own audits. Can't this hole be covered up by just writing an IOU?"

How to do?

Although we stole a large amount of military supplies from the US military headquarters without any trouble, the US military didn't feel anything at all.

So many things are stolen from them on a daily basis that the parts stolen by Li Xinghe and others might even be combined and covered up by them by concealing the losses.

Wouldn't this go against their plan to retaliate against Liang Yuechun's rocket launcher attack?

Thinking about this, Li Xinghe suddenly came up with a plan.

While calling my wife Jinghua, he instructed everyone:

"I'm going to sell the guns to the Yamaguchi-gumi, so I can kill two birds with one stone. You all should keep silent during this period, and don't show off your wealth unless it's important. We will follow the routine and organize more democratic activities to distribute sanitary napkins."

Sanitary napkins = democracy, this is the new equation that Li Xinghe has figured out.

As a think tank, Li Xinghe's words are naturally reliable.

Then he left the Malki Foundation in the morning and passed by Lee Ju-yeon, a Korean girl who came to work.

The latter turned around in shock and looked at his back:

"It's him..."

......

After leaving here, Li Xinghe went to the house of my wife Jinghua.

"I need someone who is absolutely safe and can be evacuated at any time to spread the news of a new batch of US military standard weapons on the black market. The price must be as high as possible. An XM17 sells for 50 yen, ten rounds of 20mm bullets sell for yen, and rifle scopes, night vision goggles, radios, etc. are also sold together. The price is ten times the purchase price."

"what?"

My wife Kyoka was surprised.

"We mainly sell non-weapon items. Guns are used to lure members of the Yamaguchi-gumi National Essence Society into our trap." Li Xinghe whispered again.

Only then did she understand.

The territory of the Guocui Society, which controls the Huiling Society behind the scenes and sells drugs, is located southwest of the Azuma Group.

Li Xinghe has already thought about annexing the company.

The news on the black market spread through the Telegram app and soon attracted the attention of the National Essence Society.

They sent someone to contact us, asking for two M17 pistols and 200 rounds of ammunition.

Drug dealers usually need guns more.

After the Yamaguchi-gumi National Essence Association took the bait, Li Xinghe made another conference call to Jian Meixun and Chiyo Hinahiki: "Dear aunts, I have a crucial clue here. The gangs I control reported that someone in the black market has been laying out weapons and equipment that flowed out of the U.S. military warehouses on a large scale. The Yamaguchi-gumi National Essence Association has been secretly purchasing the U.S. military standard pistols M17 and M18, which are said to be goods that flowed out of the U.S. military warehouses. According to my informant's report, there may even be... missiles!"

Next, we need to make this matter known to the world, so that all of Japan will know that U.S. military warehouses are easier to open than their crotches.

The author says:

Author's Note: Thank you for your support.

Chapter 69: Looking forward to the marriage of sister and brother

"Xinghe, your attendance rate is not ideal."

On the next morning, Tuesday, Li Xinghe, who had just arrived at the East Asia Exchange College for class, was called to the office by his class teacher, Mizuo Katayama, because of attendance issues.

Teacher Mizuo Katayama, who is as graceful as a willow tree, wearing a dark slim-fitting long skirt and with her hair combed behind her ears, and who is a perfect combination of a girl with glasses and elegance, is speechless at this cunning student.

Mr. Katayama, who graduated from the Dance Department of Ochanomizu University, studied social relations as a graduate student at this university, then jumped to the University of Tokyo to study for a doctorate in sociology and stayed at the university, was very worried about students like Li Xinghe whom he rarely saw for a few days.

"Well, I still have most of my courses." Li Xinghe took another step back.

Katayama Mizuo held his forehead with an even more troubled look:

"Having said that, we are the gold medal college of Tokyo University after all, enjoying the best educational resources in the entire school. Some people in the student union are questioning the quality of our students."

Students at the University of Tokyo are famous for their arrogance, so they are of course very critical of the princelings who come from the next class. Although the student union does not have much power, students are very good at flirting with each other. The political struggles of Japanese student unions are similar to those of domestic student unions. However, in Japan, where male chauvinism is more prevalent, the University of Tokyo student union even had a ghost story of prohibiting female students from socializing with other schools.

"If they want to cause trouble for me, tell them to find me at Sakuradamon."

Li Xinghe simply rolled up his sleeves, revealing the police badge hanging around his waist.

"what?"

"what!"

Katayama Mizuo was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands irritably: "Go away, go away, I can't stand it. How could someone like you sneak in?"

In general, Mr. Katayama is a teacher who is quite responsible for his students, but is also quite tired of teaching tirelessly but not getting any results, and becomes more and more frustrated.

"Is such that."

Li Xinghe stood up and said goodbye.

Then, he bumped into Higashikawa Yukimi who came in.

"You...ah?"

Li Xinghe was shocked.

What is Yukimi Higashikawa, a graduate, doing here?

Xueshi pushed up her silver-framed glasses and said indifferently:

"Oh, hello little brother. I am applying for the position of Dongchuan, the teaching assistant of our college, and I will be responsible for teaching your courses."

This time it was Li Xinghe's turn to be shocked:

"what?"

"what!"

"Aren't we partners? This matter is not within the scope of our work?" Li Xinghe made his voice sound slightly angry.

There was no notification at all. Logically speaking, in the rigid public security system, Li Xinghe would be notified first before doing anything.

Dongchuan Xueshi heard that he was angry, so she gently hugged Li Xinghe's shoulders and comforted him carefully: "This is to prevent you from doing something stupid. Why do you think I urgently asked for help?"

The phone call yesterday actually scared Higashikawa Yukimi.

She was well aware of the importance of the position of major general in the US Army, and was even more afraid that Li Xinghe would go crazy and run to Liang Yuechun for a passionate fight, so she used her connections to enter Dongda and became Li Xinghe's assistant teacher.

"Don't worry, I'm a little devil who hurts people in the back."

Li Xinghe also hugged her, and then went out to find Maria Miyake and take her home.

Katayama Mizuo waved for Higashikawa Yukimi to come over to him: "Ms. Higashikawa, wow, you are so tall. So you are a graduate of Columbia University in the United States. Have you ever considered coming to the University of Tokyo..."

Yukimi Higashikawa raised his hand and showed his police badge.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Just give me an independent desk."

Suddenly, Katayama Mizuo's expression became dull. She thought she could find a best friend to work and chat with in this depressing school, but she didn't expect it to be a cold-faced female police officer.

That one is a policeman, and this one is also a policeman.

The one who only disgusted her during class, now this one often appears next door.

Katayama Mizuo couldn't help but pound the table:

"How can life be like this!!!"

......

After leaving the classroom, Miyake Maria unexpectedly did not walk with Li Xinghe.

Because she heard that Yukimi Higashikawa was going to be an assistant coach, she went to find her for an offline match.

"It's a rare opportunity for her to come. I want to compete with this Tokyo Tower!"

Li Xinghe didn't know when they became friends, and how their relationship progressed so rapidly that they had already given each other nicknames. Xue Shi was "Tokyo Tower" and Maria was "Hypocritical Little Devil".

He couldn't imagine how vicious the bullets from the two machine guns would be if the two women got together, so he slipped away.

According to the conference call last night, Mami Fumio and Chiyo Hinahiki asked him to meet at the Ma family's new headquarters in Kawaguchi City, Saitama Prefecture, which is adjacent to Tokyo, after class in the afternoon.

Because the matter to be discussed was so serious that I couldn't trust the phone call.

So, Li Xinghe asked Gao Tiao Wuyue to pick him up in the newly arrived Alpha.

Takajo Satsuki's car arrived soon after. After Li Xinghe got in, she said, "My wife called and said there were too many orders and she couldn't handle it. Few people bought guns, but the less important tactical accessories such as night vision goggles and helmets were almost sold out. They were all bought by the Chinese smugglers we cooperated with to buy sanitary napkins. They offered twelve times the price, a full 200 million yen! Why would anyone want to buy these?"

Li Xinghe explained after closing the door:

"Because they are all sold by military fans. There are too many people in Japan, South Korea and China who like to play with original military weapons, especially some military fans who have sexual fantasies about the US military. They are obsessed with authentic American military weapons. A radio costs tens of thousands, a scope costs tens of thousands, and helmets and clothes are not important. There are always people who buy them."

Chong is a country of many people, and there are people who like everything. The huge population and the small circle of hobbies have made reselling US military weapons a well-known business.

Chinese smugglers have always been smuggling products from Okinawa, and now that Li Xinghe has pulled out so much goods in one go, naturally some people want to buy them all.

After being sent back to the country through Chinese smuggling channels, this batch of goods can be sold at double the price.

Gaojo Satsuki was filled with emotion:

"People in China are really rich... I heard that the prostitutes from there have driven up the wholesale prices in Tokyo."

"Don't arbitrarily put the blame on foreigners. The wholesale prices in Tokyo are raised by the Tokyo prostitutes themselves." Li Xinghe rolled his eyes and criticized her for putting the blame on foreigners.

The Japanese have a genetic instinct to pass the buck.

But then again, buying and selling guns and ammunition is indeed very dangerous, but these radio night vision goggles are safe and profitable.

Therefore, Li Xinghe only planned to hide a small portion of those guns, and use the rest to embarrass the US military.

Alpha is driving on the road.

Kawaguchi City in Saitama Prefecture is close to Tokyo and is home to many workers, just like Yanjiao.

But hidden in the green space surrounded by forests north of Kawaguchi City are many country mansions that Tokyo's wealthy have purchased for themselves.

This is exactly the case with the family.

As a family of the Ma family, which can be traced back to Minamoto no Raikou's Settsu Minamoto branch, the Ma family's ancestral home is in Osaka Prefecture, Kansai, and they have been engaged in Buddhist temples for generations. They moved to Tokyo more than a hundred years ago and continued to run Buddhist temples, but some of their family members have entered the legal profession for a long time.

To this day, the Jian family is still one of the small religious factions. However, due to the Yin Sheng Yang Shuai incident and Jian Misato's idol debut and then elopement, the Jian family has handed over the management of the temple to their disciples and shifted their focus to politics.

Today, the former big star, now behind-the-scenes director and screenwriter Ma Misato, drove home with her assistant to pay a visit to her parents.

Unfortunately, the meeting was not satisfactory and her parents were still indifferent to her, so she drove away quickly.

When this car passed by a Toyota Alpha, Misato Ma's expression suddenly changed and she felt a little panicked.

She hurriedly looked back, only to see the car turning a corner and disappearing in the distance.

When Takajo Satsuki drove to a separate room outside the house, a fierce quarrel was heard in the room.

Fuji Rie loudly retorted: