July 11, 11:15 p.m. Tokyo time.

Kimiyo's elegant and melodious music echoes in the small room, geisha in costume dance, and Momoeko rolls up her long sleeves and pours another glass of sake for her honored guests.

Ono, dressed in a samurai suit, closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were moist in the sound of this elegant music.

In this music, he seemed to return to the war-torn years, when he was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, his brother, his father, and his mother, all died in that war, fighting for the Empire.

Remember that time, remember that time......

"Your Excellency?"

Ono woke up, wiped the corners of his eyes, waved his hand, the music stopped, Momoeko took the geisha out of the room, the thin wooden door was pulled shut, and a light footstep came to wait outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Ono asked.

Kneeling beside him was a man in a black suit in his thirties, with a standard sitting posture, a tall and athletic body, ordinary but steady eyebrows, and a strong military atmosphere all over his body.

"The latest news from China, grade A. ”

Ono raised his eyebrows, took the secret text handed over, took out his reading glasses and brought them, and looked at the dim light at a glance.

"Xiangcheng?"

"Hey!"

"Map!"

A two-page map was spread out on the table, and Ono's fingers skillfully swiped across the hinterland of the map, pinpointing an inconspicuous point in it, "Do we have a branch there?"

"Yes, just in place, this is the first piece of information!"

Ono groaned, and took out the information again and looked at it carefully, "So...... The people are nervous?"

"We identified the numbers of the two field units, both of which were specially organized for special purposes!"

Ono smiled, "What do the Americans say? What about their satellites?"

"Mr. Smith refuses to share information with us!"

"Cunning fellow!" Ono disagreed, "he wanted us to touch the tiger's ass first." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Go, why don't you go?" Ono tapped his finger on the map, "We are now a dog raised by others, and to be a dog is to have the consciousness of being a dog, when the owner perceives the prey, what is the task of the dog?"

The face of the man in the suit became ugly, Ono smiled dumbly, he shook his head, these young people, they were dazzled by the Westerners' set, they paid too much attention to the surface and ignored the connotation, a dog is a dog, what is there to be embarrassed to admit? It's rare not to call a dog, what can you change by calling a hound?

Wearing the hat of the third economic power and claiming to be an advanced country, I really think that I can be independent, hehe, the dog chain is still in the hands of the Americans.

"Feel the situation first, don't use our inside line!" Ono ordered lightly.

"Hey!"

After the man in the suit left, Ono looked at the map on the table again, his fingers stroked over the vast land, and his eyes ached, "There is no chance, no matter how much you struggle, there is no chance, where is the way out for the Yamato nation?"

Ono drank the sake in the cup, clapped his palms, the wooden door was immediately opened, Momoeko took the geisha to step on the small steps and respectfully came in, the music sounded again, the dance was manman, Ono closed his eyes again, in a trance, as if returning to the years of the golden iron horse.

It's his haven, a place to relive the splendor of escapism, and fundamentally he has similar qualities to the man in the suit, but he can see the shortcomings of others, but he lacks a mirror to look at himself.

Just a kilometre away from this country house, a two-story wooden building sits in a wooded grove, and the owner of the small building waits quietly at the end of the trail with a lamp in the winding path of two military off-road vehicles.

The SUV stopped, and only a white man with a cigar in his mouth came down.

"George, why did you choose this place?" the man stepped forward, first complaining.

"This is the closest to the military port, come on, Smith, everyone has arrived!"

"Well, I'm a good guest, to use an oriental proverb: the guest is as he pleases!" Smith shrugged, and the two walked into the small building, the off-road vehicle got out of the way, and seven or eight armed soldiers came down to act as guards around the small building.

“…… This is Lieutenant Colonel Smith, Lieutenant Colonel, this is a senior CIA agent from home, don't ask her name, don't beat her up for bad ideas, trust me, work, she's higher than you!"

Smith and the professional blonde both laughed, and the three of them sat down in front of the fireplace, Smith took out a bag from his arms, casually still in front of the girl's table, and shrugged his shoulders: "I just sent those Japanese away, this is a very interesting thing that our baby photographed half a month ago." ”

The blonde first carefully checked the seal of the bag, and then pointed the ring on her index finger at the secret mark of the seal, the ring shot out a ray of blue light and compared it with the secret mark, after two seconds, the blue light faded, and the ring regained its original appearance, this is a genuine sapphire jewelry, very beautiful under the light, just like the girl's royal blue eyes.

The bag was torn open, and a dozen satellite photos were taken out by a pair of dexterous and slender hands, and the girl took on a frameless crystal eye and looked at it seriously.

Her long blonde hair drooped down because of concentration, her silhouette was incomparably soft, with Westerners three-dimensional, and Oriental delicate, milky white skin was incomparably delicate, in the soft light, exuding a natural, healthy white halo, Smith raised his eyebrows and looked at George next to him.

George gave him a warning look in response, and Smith shrugged his shoulders and snuffed out his cigar.

"What is this? Have the Chinese studied wormholes?" the girl looked up, pulled out a photograph and held it up, facing the light source above her head, "Mr. George, please turn on all the lights!"

"Be careful, the Japanese are keeping a close eye on it. ”

"Leave that alone, I need to make sure, but now the damn light reminds me of an ambiguous ball!"

George threw up his hands in surrender and snapped his fingers, and the light immediately brightened to reach the normal indoor light.

The photo faced the light again, and the girl turned her lenses to debug, and after a long time, she exclaimed quietly, "It...... Does it look like an emergency?"

"That's right, sweetheart," Smith affirmed.

"I need to use the encrypted channel right away, military!"

Smith stood up, "Glad to serve you, pretty lady!"

Smith's voice shook the air, and the air transmitted the shock, and in front of the half-open glass, the sergeant led a wolfdog by, and no one noticed that a thin film on the glass, which was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, had transmitted the shock.

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