Inside and outside the office building of the Governor of Kyoto, the beautiful gardening is carefully trimmed by florists, and there is a kind of Western imperial garden atmosphere everywhere. This is because this year's Governor of D Kyoto studied in Europe in his early years, and his favorites were Buckingham Palace and the Louvre Museum in Country F.

But the government's office can't change it for him at will, after all, it symbolizes the image of D Jing. So he changed all the lawns and gardens outside his home and office building to look like royal gardens in Europe.

When he finished his day's work, he stood in front of the huge single-sided glass in front of the office building with Qingcha, looking at the neat garden art under his feet. He felt that his life was very successful, and the hard work of this life was not in vain, and he had a certain imperial sense of achievement.

But today, the beautiful palace of the Governor of Kyoto does not have the tranquility of the past, and the large-displacement military vehicles have replaced the luxurious Mercedes-Benz cars and become the mainstream in front of the door. Soldiers with guns and grim eyes stood on the stairs of the Kyoto Governor's Palace.

Government employees cautiously shuttled through these walls of steel, and quickly ran to their posts with their heads down. Everyone knows that something big has happened, and last night there was artillery fire all night, and this morning came to the government building. People are speculating whether another ** is about to happen.

The Governor of Kyoto himself is now restlessly reclining on the couch, his desk having been cleaned. Senior officers in the uniforms of the Self-Defense Forces Army and Navy temporarily turned his office into a command headquarters. All kinds of precision are ticking together, and the operator is reporting the instant information received.

The office looks chaotic, but it's neatly and a little outrageous. Governor D Kyoto has been a top student since he was a child, and he has devoted himself to academic issues, and later studied abroad. After returning to China, he became the target of the political party's key training, because his eloquence is very reliable, and there are many sons of foreign political families among his college classmates.

It can be said that Governor D of Kyoto has never seen such a battle, he is just an ordinary orator and a puppet, just sit in the office and write his speech to get votes. Faced with the war that suddenly broke into his world, he couldn't react a little.

"Mr. Oda, please release important information to all the citizens of Dkyo in ten minutes, informing them that Fuso is being invaded. The country is fighting against those terrorists who are trying to invade under the leadership of the Prime Minister, remember to pull these on the body of the people of the United States, we need the power of the people. ”

Wearing a traditional wide-brimmed round hat and a long trench coat in Kaki, Fang Hui was smiling all over his face, and a thin mustache was formed in a figure-eight shape along the corners of his mouth, and a man's charm came from within.

The governor couldn't react, but he was immediately reminded by the secretary to pick up the speech and go out. Behind the Governor's Office, on the lawn dedicated to announcing official news to the media, elite reporters from the major media outlets in Beijing have long been waiting there. But Mr. Governor, who usually regarded that lawn as the main battlefield, trembled.

Fang Hui smiled and watched the governor walk towards the back with the support of the secretary, this man who was only in his forties suddenly seemed to be twenty years old, and he was afraid that it would be safer to push him in a wheelchair with the vicissitudes of his back.

"What a cowardly fellow, and the supreme administrator of D-Beijing, just this pee?" The monkey walked out from behind Fang Hui with disdain, and looked at the governor who had already descended to the stairwell.

"Don't call him that, he's just a politician. This kind of person lives completely in the shadow of others, and as far as I know, he is just a puppet, a stand-in for political interests. Fang Hui turned his head with some pity.

It has been several years since he came to Fuso, and he has long become Fusangtong. He did a lot of secret things alone, and he had changed from Lao Zhou's assistant to a talent who could handle anything alone.

Almost all the politicians or famous people whose names can be reported by D Jing have been included in a booklet by Fang Hui. For a long time, his daily work consisted of studying the pamphlet, judging the character and behavior of the characters in the pamphlet in order to determine how to do things.

Usually the point is either to pull or to cut off. Huaxia can have today's deep-rooted power in Fusang, which is inseparable from Fang Hui's meticulous work.

Fang Hui sat on the sofa where the Governor of Kyoto had just been sitting, took out a cigarette from his arms, and handed one to the monkey. The lighter illuminated half of his face, making him look a little deep.

"The battle at sea has been decided, and the people of T have been annihilated. The fact that the Goryeo fleet had taken some thirty thousand prisoners was the most favourable evidence, and I have requested that the ports of the country be opened and that those prisoners be temporarily taken into our prisoner-of-war camps, which will certainly be of great use in the future. Fang Hui took a deep puff of his cigarette, and then spit out smoke rings above his head.

The monkey was already trapped in a cloud of smoke, he poked his head out of the smoke, and said with a grin: "This time the people of the United States must have scratched their heads and couldn't imagine that the calculated attack had already lost their troops before it began." Those cancers of capitalism must be vomiting blood when they sleep at home. ”

Fang Hui laughed and pointed to the monkey's nose: "Don't underestimate the people of the United States, after all, they are still the largest military carrier in the world." We still have a long way to go before we can really beat them. ”

Both of them understand how terrible the strength of the rice people is, and the monkey is a person who has experienced it firsthand. On the battlefield of Fusang and the battlefield of Goryeo, although the people of the United States suffered a heavy defeat, the terrible coordination ability they exposed was very shocking. The three armies can be mobilized almost at the same time, and the cooperation between heaven and earth is perfect.

The Kyoto Governor's Office was still busy, and no one noticed some subtle changes in the streets outside. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and some men in black wore sunglasses and looked at the office building, intentionally or unintentionally. Their waists are bulging, and the tattoos on their necks reveal their identities at a glance.

The soldiers in charge of the guards began to pay attention to the black-clad men who were wandering through the streets, it was time for the big battle, and they were told that they were ready for battle at the first level.

Level 1 combat readiness means that everyone you see is likely to be an enemy and may pull out a gun and shoot at you. Therefore, the eyes of the soldiers are always open, because behind them is no longer as simple as the Governor's Office of Kyoto, but a temporary command center related to the front-line battle.

"Hey, you guys bring someone up and ask!" In front of the government, a major gave orders to his soldiers, and immediately a group of soldiers walked over with loaded guns.

"Hey, call for support now, we might be under siege of sorts." The Major's eyes contracted tightly, and a terrifying glow shone from his pupils. Years of career told him that danger might be looming.

The soldier with the gun stopped the two men in black suits who were looking around, and they held their guns vigilantly, and quickly formed a battle formation and scattered around while surrounding the two.

"What do you do? Documents! "The soldier who took the lead was unceremonious, and there is no need to be polite in such a tense moment. Because he saw that the two people who were surrounded had quietly stretched their hands to their waists, and there was a bulging weapon.

"Put your head in your hands and put it where I can see, quick, or I'm going to shoot." The soldier yelled, and his companion stepped forward and kicked each of the two black suits, and both of them immediately knelt down.

Immediately, a soldier retrieved a pistol from their waists, and the atmosphere immediately became tense. Outside the temporary command there were dangerous elements loitering with pistols hidden in their waists, and this was a big deal.

"Get up and take them away." The soldier realizes that something big might be happening and immediately takes the two gangsters away. But he looked up in horror and found that he could not leave.

Men dressed in black gathered around on all sides, and the smell of gasoline was thick in the air. The men's faces were grim, and they leaned towards the soldiers with the expressions of outlaws. Some of them carried the long knives of ancient samurai on their shoulders, and some even carried submachine guns directly.

Thousands of people were gathering around them, and the posture of the other party was bound to be a fight.

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out in the crowd. The soldiers did not know how to respond, whether to shoot or call for help, the black crowd parted, and the large-displacement locomotive rushed out of the crowd.

The man in the knight's uniform threw off his helmet, and more than forty locomotives of large displacement roared and crashed into the soldiers at the fastest speed. The man in the back seat dragged a long knife like an ancient samurai, and the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground with dazzling sparks.

Before the soldiers could react, their heads had already hit the ground. The most assassinating bikers in the underworld completed the first round of attacks with the speed and sharp blades of their bikes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a boiling in front of the Governor's Office of D Kyoto, and there was no need for a major to give an order, and everyone went into combat positions. The makeshift trenches were filled with people, and the large-caliber machine guns were aimed at the crazy underworld, and if they dared to take a step forward, the machine guns would begin to harvest human lives.

The ground trembled, and the bikers drove away quickly, and the crowd parted once more. To the astonishment of the defenders, they did not see the assailants retreat, nor did they see them fleeing.

What they drove was a team of heavy excavators. The tall shovel blocked the view from the cab, making it impossible to see where the driver was, and these behemoths were roaring towards the Governor's Office of Kyoto.

"Fire fire, fire all of them!" The major finally reacted, and with a cold sweat on his forehead, he snatched the automatic rifle from the hand of a soldier and pulled the trigger hard. The bullets swept towards the excavator like water, leaving only a small bullet mark on the hard steel plates.

The Major was horrified to find that he was in the midst of one of the most severe crises of his career. A crisis from the underworld.