"Good morning, everyone, this is Yokohama TV, and reporter Fujika Mei is reporting for you. ”

"The place where we are standing is the watchtower of Yokohama Pass, and at this height of 100 meters, you can say that the surrounding scenery is unobstructed, but what are we seeing? God, the steel-reinforced pier is like a trash can that has been turned over by stray dogs, and there is charred ash left by cannon fodder everywhere, and a large number of Self-Defense Forces are gathering here to investigate the identity of the intruder..."

"This is tantamount to a provocation for Japan, and if necessary, we need the US garrison to intervene as a peace police. ”

Mei Fujiwara wears a black dress and black stockings that are as thin as cicada wings and full of seduction under her long legs.

She naturally has some skills to interview the Self-Defense Forces, her father is a cabinet minister, and with a beautiful face, she has become a well-known reporter in Tokyo, so she has the opportunity to come to Yokohama to find out.

And everything in front of her made Fujiwara Mei fall into a deep shock - it turned out that the world-destroying warriors that my father said really existed!

According to an interview with a second lieutenant of the Self-Defense Forces, the Japanese side has already dispatched a kendo immortal master and two great priests to chase the fugitives in the air.

I can't help but feel refreshed.

"That's the way it is, although the intruder is very strong, my Japanese kendo immortal master will definitely arrest him, if the fugitive is really Chinese, then they must give an explanation!"

This seriously tarnishes the dignity of Japan's Ministry of National Defense, and also breaks the promise made by China at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China: If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. ”

"Hehe, no one in the major countries has dared to break the agreement that 'immortals are not allowed to smuggle into the country', and I hope that this rising bird will not be a Chinese country that prides itself on peace. The second lieutenant of the Self-Defense Forces who was interviewed said sneeringly.

"Anyway, the matter has been settled, Miss Fujika might as well go back and rest early, the rest is some rough finishing work, maybe interrogation and the like, of course it's inconvenient to broadcast to the public, right?"

It was already daytime, but the second lieutenant told her to go back early to rest.

The meaning of the eviction is already obvious, Yokohama Pass was almost invaded, this is their serious dereliction of duty, and the top boss is already ashamed and about to resign.

Fuji Xiangmei raised her slender willow eyebrows, as if she didn't hear the second lieutenant's voice, she said: "No problem, it's a recording now, I'll cut out unnecessary things, be sure to ask the second lieutenant to let me take a closer look at the dock, the people, they must be very curious about those transcendent powers, right?"

'A woman who doesn't know the times. The second lieutenant of the Self-Defense Forces frowned, he pretended to look at his watch, and said, "I'm sorry, I still have a task to do, and the interview will wait for next time." ”

With that, the second lieutenant hurried away.

Fujika Mei gritted her silver teeth fiercely and stomped her feet, but she could only retreat helplessly, and a group of self-defense forces watched her vigilantly to prevent Fujika from continuing to approach.

Departing from Yokohama Pass, she returned to the five-star hotel she had booked.

Fujika opened the door with a sullen face, threw the camera on the spotless, neat white bed, and bury herself in the soft bed like a diver.

Holding the pillow, Fujika looked at the ceiling a little bored, shook her legs and kicked off the black high heels, and her round thighs wrapped in stockings were placed on the white sheets, fortunately only Fujiwara himself was in the room, and if there was a man, it must be bloody.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and Fujikami blinked suspiciously, is it room service?

But she didn't ask for that.

With a hint of curiosity and puzzlement, Fujika changed into indoor slippers and walked over to open the door. At that moment, she was stunned and said in surprise: "You... It seems to be..."

"Self-Defense Forces of the first rank, Yamato. ”

The man standing outside the door was tall, dressed in a black navy suit, wearing a white hat, and a military rank and number on his chest.

Yamato's face looks a little stiff, like the kind of person who has undergone complete cosmetic surgery and it becomes difficult to make facial expressions.

Fujikami had been paying attention to him before, but Yamato was standing guard and patrolling, and he looked like no one was approaching, so Fujiwara was embarrassed to go over and disturb. And now, what is Yamato sending to the door for?

"I actually know a little bit about the invaders. Yamato's words were astonishing.

Fujikami looked at him in shock, too excited to ignore it, and Yamato walked into her room without consent and closed the door with her hand.

"Yamato-kun, please wait a moment, I will prepare the camera for shooting, and I must make the truth public to the people, this is the duty of reporters!"

Fujika hurried to the big bed to get the camera, she turned around, and for a moment felt that something was wrong—a heavy, beast-like wheezing sound in the room.

If she closed her eyes, Fujika even suspected that it was in a tropical jungle, and at the moment standing behind her was an elephant.

Let's go.

A drop of warm liquid fell into Fujika's neck.

It slid down the neckline all the way to the back, and the wet and sticky feeling made her extremely nauseous.

"Yamato-kun, what are you doing here?" Fujika finally panicked, and she realized that although she was a reporter, she was also a good-looking woman!

When she turned her head in panic, she saw Yamato's face flushed with desire, the other party's sluggish mouth opened, saliva kept falling out, and Yamato's eyes were staring at Fujika's chest, like a hungry wolf pounced, accumulating strength.

"You want to know who the intruder is, right?" Yamato said in a hoarse voice.

For a moment, Fujika even wondered if it was a human voice, many of the Japanese syllables were distorted, and what was even more terrifying was Yamato's face, whose eyes were red as if it were about to bleed.

"What are you going to do! I'm the granddaughter of a cabinet minister!" Fujika turned pale with fright, stepped back but accidentally tripped and fell on the big bed.

Because the mattress is extremely elastic, her towering breasts also ripple, like a water bag dangling.

This is like the last arrow to break the shackles of desire, Yamato roared and pressed up, he is nearly two hundred pounds tall at one meter and eight, and it is as heavy as a mountain to Fujika.

Yamato kissed her frantically, demanding her, and rudely tore the white lining with both hands, revealing a pink lace-like bra.

Fujika cried in fright.

She had never experienced such a terrible thing in her life, Yamato was overwhelmed, let alone resisting, she fell into the hands of a hungry wolf like a helpless snow-white lamb, Fujiwara felt the other party's cold big hand pinching her chest, and the action was tyrannical, as if a lion was tearing food.