People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"I know what Washington is up to. Now that fleets from eight NATO nations have arrived at Japanese ports, are you planning to open a second front in the north? Drag it into the quagmire of war, so it can never escape? A second maritime battlefield, huh?"

"If that's the case, Japan can only provide logistical support. We will never hand over the authority of the Maritime Self-Defense Force. We must be responsible for our people."

"Ms. Saeko, did you know that there's a sudden shortage of rice in the Japanese market, and the price of rice has risen from 17 percent to 25 percent?"

"Many supermarkets have stopped selling rice, and many citizens can no longer buy rice."

"But despite this, we still haven't opened up our food reserves. This is all to cooperate with your strategy."

"This is the last sincere gesture my cabinet and I can offer. Please convey this to Washington, Miss Saeko."

"Understood, Prime Minister." Saeko nodded. "I will pass this on to Washington."

After saying that, he nodded, stood up and walked out.

Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries Minister Tetsuichi Sakamoto watched the door close again and frowned as he asked, "Prime Minister, are you really going to resign?"

"I have this idea." The Prime Minister sat down dejectedly and pressed his brows: "I am old and can't bear too much pressure."

"But..." Tetsuichi Sakamoto was about to say something, but the Prime Minister raised his hand to stop him.

"I'll think about it again. It's just an idea. Nothing has been decided yet."

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Inside the presidential suite of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Several elderly people and middle-aged people in suits were sitting around discussing something.

Several people showed excitement on their faces.

"Everyone, based on the current situation in the Japanese market, the price of rice will increase by over 50% in the next few days, or even higher," one of the elders said excitedly. "If we sell all the grain our farmers' association has stored now, we can make a huge profit. The income will be very generous."

"Wait a little longer, don't rush to act," said another old man. "I've received reliable information from the cabinet. For some reason, they won't release their grain reserves to the market. If that's the case, the market price will rise even further. Fifty percent is nothing, one hundred percent is possible."

"Why isn't the cabinet releasing its grain reserves into the market? Is the information reliable?" a middle-aged man questioned. "Is it simply to avoid offending our farmers' association? I have a feeling there's something fishy going on."

"Don't think so much, Yamamoto. These big shots' affairs are not what we need to worry about. We only need to think about how much money we can make this time."

"But have you ever thought about this? Most of the grain stored by our agricultural association is seeds for next year. Is it really a good idea to sell it all?" Yamamoto said anxiously.

"What's the big deal if we run out of seeds? As long as we have money, we can just buy more when the time comes. Besides, since the government implemented the rice paddy reduction law, many farmers have switched to growing fruit, which can bring them greater profits. Fewer farmers still grow rice now, so the demand for seeds has naturally decreased."

"But we..." the middle-aged man named Yamamoto wanted to say more.

"Don't say buts, Yamamoto! You think too much, worry about this and that. Just go and run for election. Don't forget, we are businessmen! Businessmen make money the way they want." An old man in the middle shouted impatiently.

"That's it, Yamamoto. We all listen to the president. Don't worry about it."

"Okay... okay." Yamamoto sighed and nodded.

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Chiyoda

Inside Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

After Oda Yui came back, she was too tired from practicing dance, so she went to bed and fell asleep early after dinner.

In the bathroom.

Fang Zuo was lying in the bathtub.

Shiraishi Nagi's huge pair of penises were covered with shower gel bubbles and pressed on Fang's left chest to massage.

It easily covered Fang Zuo's entire chest, with a lot of fat still hanging on both sides.

"So, the price of rice has gone up a lot in the past few days? And it's out of stock everywhere?" Fang Zuo smelled the fragrance of shower gel and the rich peach scent emanating from Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.

Close your eyes and enjoy the elastic softness and friction of your skin.

The bubbles on the shower gel burst as they were squeezed, and the light touch passed across his chest.

As Shiraishi Nagimitsu spoke, she closed her eyes and felt the wonderful sensation.

Even if you give a man a massage, it is yourself who gets the greatest pleasure.

"Yes, despite this, the cabinet government still refuses to release its grain reserves to the market." Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face flushed red, not sure if it was because of the heat or something else.

Her hair was tucked into a transparent shower cap. She looked up at the man and said, "At first, I suspected that the cabinet might be afraid of protests from the agricultural cooperatives, so they held off on releasing the reserve grain. But then I thought about it more carefully and I don't think that's the only reason."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit her lower lip, her eyes were so charming that they could squeeze out water. Although she was talking about serious matters, her voice gradually began to tremble.

"According to recent news...that warships from other countries have visited Japan, I suspect...the cabinet may have other ideas."

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and shook his head. "Your idea makes sense, but it's only based on current conditions. Perhaps there are even more conditions hidden in the past. Nothing in this world can be isolated. There must be a necessary connection behind isolated incidents. You should..."

Before Fang Zuo could finish his words, he was suddenly startled and felt himself being embraced by warmth. Shiraishi Nagimitsu had stopped massaging him, stepped on top of him, took off his shower cap and threw it aside.

The little head shook, and the long hair spread out, falling on the smooth white shoulders, stained with some bath foam.

"Didn't we agree to talk about business?" Fang Zuo said with a playful smile.

"There must be a connection behind these occasional... isolated... incidents." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit Fang Zuo's ear, breathing sweetly, and the water in the bathtub churned violently. "Isn't that what you said...? If they're all isolated, they must have contacted Nunu."

Can it be understood this way?

OK OK.

Fang Zuo nodded, and he was indeed able to draw inferences about other situations.

He grabbed her buttocks with both hands to help her.

The bathtub was full of water, but it was soon splashed to the bottom.

Until I changed a few places.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Fang Zuo looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu, who was still wearing the black hip-hugging stockings that helped her sleep and maintain her figure, and was sitting on the sofa flipping through documents.

A pair of huge things had already pulled off all the buttons of the shirt, and could only lightly cover a little bit of the tender red and white flesh.

Although there was still a blush on her little face and skin all over her body, she looked extremely serious, as if she was looking for something in the documents.

"What you said reminded me. I also think it's not as simple as it seems." Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised her little head and said. Without the support of the bra, the huge thing bounced abnormally exaggeratedly.

"My first thought is that the cabinet is not willing to release the 150 million tons of rice in storage easily in order to avoid backlash from the agricultural cooperatives, as the rice harvest is approaching soon."

"Soon new rice will be harvested and enter the market. As long as people can hold on during this period, they will be fine. After all, there are still other foods such as noodles and fisheries, so famine will not occur."

"Or perhaps there really is a shortfall in the 150 million tons of grain reserves."

"But then I saw the news reports that there were so many warships from eight countries gathering in our port, and I felt that things might not be as simple as I thought."

"Perhaps these grain reserves are intended to cope with emergencies, so they dare not release them to the market. It's very likely that the cabinet has other preparations and has no choice but to do so. That's what I think."

"But what you just said made me think that we can't just use current events to make inferences, we should also look at things in the past."

"So I suddenly had some ideas and looked up some documents to see what relevant laws had been passed before."

Fang Zuo nodded: "I'm going to be out for a while, I have some things to do, you should go to bed early."

"Do you want to go out?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu put the documents aside, walked over on tiptoe, hooked his hands around Fang Zuo's neck, gave him a soft teasing, then squatted down and helped Fang Zuo put on his shoes one by one.

After standing up, she gave the man another light kiss: "Come back soon."

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Inside the Yoyogi Park Villa in Shibuya.

Abe Nosuke was lying on a huge European-style sofa, listening to soothing music, holding a goblet in his hand and gently shaking the red wine in the glass.

She closed her eyes and fell into thought, taking a sip of red wine from time to time. She was wearing a red long dress and barefoot.

Red lace stockings wrapped around the thighs.

The plump buttocks swayed as the toes gently and rhythmically moved.

Abe Nosuke suddenly thought of something, opened his eyes abruptly, took out his cell phone and made a call: "Go find me all the bills passed by the Prime Minister and the Cabinet after my brother's death."

On the other end of the phone, Asai Kinnosuke asked doubtfully, "What happened? Did you discover anything?"

"Yes, it's just a guess." Abe Nojaku's face was ashen. "I suddenly had a feeling that I was being used as a pawn by those hiding behind the scenes, and I didn't even know it. I've been gloating over it for the past two years."

"Who are those people hiding behind the scenes?" Asai Kinnosuke asked, "Your brother was assassinated. Wasn't it you who planned and organized all this?"

"Don't ask any more questions, just do it now." Abe Nojaku tilted his head back and drank the red wine.

He hung up the phone and threw it on the sofa.

I paced back and forth, pondering the details, and the more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

Finally, the angry little hand squeezed hard.

Bang!

The long-stemmed wine glass was crushed into pieces and fell to the floor.

"Abe no Suzu, Abe no Suzu, you thought you were so smart and had everything under control, but it turns out you were still being played like this, and unknowingly became someone else's pawn."

Abe Nojaku took a deep breath and said fiercely.

Then she clapped her hands, suddenly turned her head and stared at the dark courtyard outside the balcony.

A disdainful smile.

[Shujutsu: Suzaku]

Flames quickly ignited behind Abe no Suzaku, and he transformed into a Vermilion Bird as big as a man. He spread his wings and soared into the darkness outside the balcony with his gorgeous wings carrying blazing flames.

As soon as the Vermillion Bird flame flew out, the dark place suddenly shone with brilliance, and a figure shrouded in holy light appeared, raising his hand.

A spear condensed from holy light shot out from his hand and accurately hit the rushing Suzaku.

The Vermillion Bird flapped its wings and turned into a ball of flame. The red flame glowed brightly and instantly swallowed up the spear condensed by holy light.

Then they both disappeared into the darkness.

[Skill: Azure Dragon]

Abe let out a cry, and the momentum behind him surged.

But before she could sell it, a flash of light appeared in the darkness, and the figure shrouded in holy light disappeared.

Abe Nojaku silently sensed the direction of the figure's escape, slowly retracted his momentum, looked into the distance, and frowned.

There were actually religious people who came to assassinate me.

who is it?

Judaism? Catholicism? Protestantism?

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Inside a high-end apartment in Edogawa, Tokyo.

After reporting the matter to Washington, Saeko returned to the apartment where she was temporarily staying.

After opening the door, a figure was sitting on the sofa in the dimly lit room.

"It's you?" Saeko turned on the light with a smile.

The man on the sofa had golden curly hair and looked as handsome as if his facial features were carved with a knife. He was wearing a black suit and a pair of polished leather shoes.

"Your Excellency the Disciple Knight David, long time no see." Saeko said with a smile.

"Pastor Saeko, the archbishop sent me to Japan to assist you." David said with a smile.

"Praise Archbishop, I'm confident now that you're here." Saeko took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gave it to David: "Pure natural mineral water, I know this is the only one you drink."

"Thank you for remembering my preferences, Pastor Saeko." David took it, unscrewed it, and took a sip. "However, I am likely to disappoint Miss Saeko this time."

"Hmm?" Saeko raised her eyebrows. "Why? Sir David, do you have any questions about the person being assassinated?"

"I just went to Abe Nojaku's place." David put down his water bottle and stood up, looking at the night view outside the apartment window. "She's very strong. Even if the two of us attack her together, we won't be able to kill her in a short time. If we want to succeed with a sneak attack, I'm afraid we'll have to send someone else."

"Is this woman so powerful?" Saeko's expression changed. "This is beyond my expectations. What does the Disciple Knight mean?"

"I've already reported her strength to the bishop. Let's wait for news from North America." David turned around swiftly. "However, this woman is so powerful, which just proves that the woman predicted by the oracle is very likely her."

"I think it must be her," Saeko nodded in agreement. "We only launched a few plans against her, but she counterattacked and made us miserable."

"Even now, Air Force Vice Admiral Ricky Rupp is still troubled by the crowds surrounding him, and several naval bases have not yet lifted their travel bans."

"This woman is no ordinary woman," David said. "I've met several Onmyoji and seen quite a few Shikigami, but she has far more than one. The powerful auras emerging from her tonight must be at least five."

"Five Shikigami?" Saeko said in surprise, "Is the Disciple Knight right? It's already difficult for an ordinary Onmyoji to have one, and she has five?"