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Salvatore Angelella, the top commander of U.S. forces in Japan.

This American lieutenant general, who once had the upper hand in all of Neon, now had a forced smile on his face.

Beside him, Aoki Kawaguchi was sweating profusely as he took small steps to catch up with the lieutenant general.

He noticed that many Japanese officials passing by were looking at them with surprise and interest.

The attitude of being respectful and bowing when seeing Salvatore in the past has now become treating him as a clown, or in other words, there is an atmosphere of hostility.

In other words, it seems that the dog raised by the Eagle Sauce daddy is about to bite its owner!

He knew the reason very well.

Inari Oomikami, the true god...

Just thinking about the earth-shattering divine power that could change the world in an instant, Aoki Kawaguchi felt an extreme sense of resentment and regret.

It seems like I bet on the wrong horse...

But, who would have known that Japan, which was suppressed by its American father, now has the capital to turn the tables and even become the master?

It can be said that this major incident in Japan has indeed sounded the alarm for the world police, the United States.

If this situation isn't handled properly, the world's hegemony will be in jeopardy...

The true God is not so easy to deal with...

As Salvatore thought about it, his eyes became a little gloomy.

He was not blind to the tremendous noise that seemed to be destroying the world.

With that level of expressiveness, you don't need to be too harsh. You just need to ask the true God to go to the Eagle Sauce and see how many tough bones are left in the Eagle Sauce regime?

As for a fight to the death with this true god?

Salvatore's heart was trembling.

What evil demon, the Poyang demon?

This thing alone is more terrifying than mankind's ultimate weapon, but the true god here took it effortlessly and suppressed it easily.

What's the point of this being a fight to the death?

Even though they knew that their country's industrial level could produce continuous output in a short period of time, no one dared to act rashly without knowing the true God's background.

Therefore, after receiving urgent instructions from his country, Salvatore set out directly to test the waters.

Knowing very well what kind of people the Japanese are, how could he allow them to make a comeback?

If it turns over, the unlucky one will be Eagle Sauce...

After all, devouring one's master and committing treason are old traditions in Japan.

When we arrived at the meeting hall, the Minister of Foreign Affairs was talking to the bureaucrats sitting below.

When the Foreign Minister saw Salvatore push the door open, he was surprised at first, but then he smiled.

Isn't this a coincidence...

Just as we were talking about how to deal with the issue of the Neon garrison, the garrison's top leader showed up on his own.

Chapter 213: The Minister of Foreign Affairs is very brave!

Salvatore frowned.

He really didn't like the look of these bastards at the moment.

As a typical white supremacist, he never regarded the Japanese as equals.

You cheap bastard, do you deserve our respect?

Facing Salvatore's stern gaze, the Foreign Minister did not seem to care.

Instead, he walked over quickly and affectionately.

The affectionate look was as if the person opposite was still the white daddy, still the white uncle who dominated Japan.

But Salvatore was even more angry.

The foreign minister no longer had the respectful posture of hunched over and trotting, nor did he bend over humbly to please others.

This is... I don't even want to pretend anymore...

He sneered at the bastard who came forward, not wanting to pay any attention to his attempt to reach out for a handshake.

"Isn't this General Salvatore? I was just thinking of visiting you!"

"Visit me?"

Salvatore spoke in a low, hoarse voice, suppressing his anger.

"You should know that outsiders are not allowed to enter our garrison base."

"Of course! You're absolutely right!"

The Foreign Minister laughed heartily, and the bureaucrats in the room below also laughed out loud.

"So we thought..."

He paused deliberately, and seeing that the other party was unwilling to shake hands and shrugged, he began to adjust his tie and even wiped his hands with a towel, as if he had just touched something dirty.

Salvatore's eyes became even colder.

When the Foreign Minister came before the Lieutenant General, he showed no fear at all and had a smiling face, looking very brave.

"We would like to ask your garrison to leave this sacred land. I believe that the soldiers stationed there must also miss their hometown. You see, we Japanese are always so understanding, don't you think..."

Salvatore took a few deep breaths, fearing that he would lose control of his temper.

"…Are you kidding me?"

"joke?"

The Foreign Minister's face suddenly turned gloomy, and the kind smile on his face was gone.

They have suffered from being stationed there for a long time.

Why don't we drive out these parasites while the remaining power of the true God can still shock the world, and keep them around to get in the way of the great God?

Although this move will anger the US, it will not lead to direct physical sanctions, but they are not afraid of economic sanctions.

In the past, the fear of the Eagle Sauce was nothing more than the limitation of military power. We could only do small business under the Eagle Sauce's nose and were under their control.

But now it is different.

Once the force is used to restrict contact, it doesn’t matter who you do business with.

With the support of the true God, he is so arrogant!

Therefore, the Foreign Minister's focused response was completely in vain.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Faced with the jackal's counterattack, Salvatore refused to give in.

True God?

If the true God cared about you, he would have come out to help you long ago!

They are indeed wary, but the object of their fear is not the Japanese!

Following this line of thought, it seems that the true God does not necessarily have to belong to this group of despicable people...

Salvatore's pattern of thinking suddenly changed slightly.

Then, he replied with a wry smile.

"I like this joke, sir, but jokes never stand the test. You have to understand that our garrison is to protect your safety. We will not feel at ease until you have the ability to protect yourselves.

As we all know, our country is a peace-loving country."

After saying that, he ignored the Foreign Minister's dark face and left with the frightened Aoki Kawaguchi in a haughty manner.

Neon's attitude has been tested.

But he had a new idea.

Who knows who the true God belongs to...

Ha ha……

In a secluded meeting room, Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga happily enjoyed the farce.

Just as he was about to say something, his confidant came hurriedly.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, Fujima Misaki requests an audience!"

Misaki Fujimaki?

Suga frowned and pondered the unfamiliar name.

He was busy gathering power for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Aso Taro did have much better political resources than he did.

"No, please ask someone to go back."

"But……"

The short confidant wanted to speak but stopped, and wanted to speak again.

I think Yoshihide Suga should not miss this good opportunity.

"She said she had a beautiful gift ready for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Oh?

Suga Yoshihide became interested instantly.

Winning over the bureaucrats might not be urgent, but the Crown Prince's affairs must be his top priority...

Chiba, Takasaka Residence.

Kousaka Daisuke was still lamenting the changes in the world and didn't notice that his daughter was quite absent-minded.

Miss Kirino would occasionally cast her gaze towards the figure not far away.

That rascal……

Gritting his teeth, he realized that even though the guy came back, he didn't say a word to him.

Very good, in tonight’s life discussion, I have to give him a hard time!

However, after saying this, Ms. Kirino lay down on her bed angrily and fell asleep in a daze.

However, after a while, his breathing quickened and he bent over with a flushed face.

hateful!

Again!

Miss Kirino, who didn't believe in evil, tried to fall asleep several times in a row, but it only made her bed and quilt more moist and uncomfortable.

After standing up and taking off her panties again, Ms. Kirino's eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Damn stinky brother!

Just wait for me!

Then, she carefully stepped on her white and tender little feet and sneaked into her stinky brother's room.

This dark environment forced Ms. Kirino to be more careful in smearing.

I didn't feel relieved until I reached the bedside.

but……

She moved her fair little hands, and her expression looked a little strange.

It seems like I touched something dirty...

I pondered for a moment, playing with it while thinking about the dream I had a few days ago.

Thinking of the cute lolita wearing a beret, Miss Kirino felt frightened.

I have to teach this hateful and stinky brother a lesson!