Junichi Abe is an out-and-out Japanese devil, why do you say that? Because he, like all the devils, is short, and tendony. The only thing that can distinguish him from the devils on the island is that he belongs to the devils of the devils, and he is an elite student of the devils. He can speak strange English, he is a proper awesome character on the island, but in the United States, his lame voice is not pleasant. Especially after the American ghost animals exposed the crimes of the Imperial Army, the Japanese are definitely an unpopular group in the United States, not to mention that everyone shouts and fights.

And this has caused a lot of trouble for Junichi Abe, even if he goes out to be despised and spurned, no one wants to partner with him at school, even the descendants of Japanese immigrants have deliberately distanced themselves from purebred devils like him.

In this regard, Junichi Abe, who has the pride and self-esteem of the Yamato nation, was quite annoyed, and publicly cursed those Japanese-Americans "Yaga" more than once. This, of course, does not help solve the problem of the task, on the contrary, it only makes him more marginalized.

So on this prom night, when the other men and women are in pairs with each other, Junichi Abe, the single dog, is envious and jealous, and of course, he is still deeply denouncing the corruption of the bushido spirit by capitalism.

The misfit Junichi Abe sat in the corner of the venue, muttering something to him, completely oblivious to the fact that several strangers in the venue had been watching him.

"Is that this shorty?" Learwin asked contemptuously.

"Yes, he is the most suitable target for you, a Japanese student, a good knowledge of chemistry, and most importantly, a completely unsociable ......"

Learvin nodded and said, "It's really disgusting." Get everyone ready. Act according to the original plan! ”

Junichi Abe, who cursed the dog men and women at the venue, would never have imagined it. A conspiracy against him is already in full swing, and in the next ten days, his life will be turned upside down......

John. Strauss, oh, mind you, this is not the great musician, he really has nothing to do with the musician, except that they are both of a little German ancestry. Mr. Strauss is a businessman, a black-hearted businessman.

His most common business was smuggling, smuggling industrial products that Germany urgently needed out of the United States, and then sending them to Germany after traveling to a third country. As for the ban of Congress, what does this have to do with him, for him he can not only help his homeland, but also make a lot of money, why not?

Mr. Strauss was humming a ditty to the docks, the crowds of people coming and going, and the whistle of a freighter. Coupled with shouts in various accents, this is the scene he likes to see the most. Because these mean money. And money is his favorite cutie.

"Long live America!"

The black-hearted businessman couldn't help but shout in his heart, because today, the proceeds of the previous sale will be credited to his account, and the next transaction will be concluded together, which means tens of thousands of dollars in earnings!

The buyer of his joint is still an old friend, and after several cooperations, the two sides are very relieved, so there is not too much temptation and greetings, and the two sides go directly to the topic.

"The amount of natural rubber will be doubled, and tungsten ore should be a little more......," Strauss's old friend said in one breath, and there was only one meaning anyway - the more resources, the better.

Strauss likes to do more, because the more volume you have, the more money you have. He will never get along with money, on the contrary, he will try to take advantage of the other party's needs to earn more money.

"My old man, you don't know where Uncle Sam stands, the blockade at sea is very tight, and your needs are so great, it makes it difficult for me to do it!" Strauss said with embarrassment.

"I'm sure you can do it," the old friend snorted coldly, showing that he was also annoyed by this fat man who was hungry for money.

Strauss replied with a grin: "The solution requires money to open the way, and your demand has greatly pushed up the cost on my side, do you see if it is ......?"

The old friend became more and more annoyed in his heart, because he knew very well that this dead fat man was dying for money, even if he could shout the slogan "Hi Hitler" loudly, but if Germany could no longer provide him with huge economic benefits, I am afraid that this goods would immediately turn around.

The old friend also knows that these supplies are in short supply in the country, so he can't do anything to a fat man for the time being, he can only curse this dead fat man in his heart, or comfort himself with the excuse of "when the empire conquers the United States" to see how you drag.

After some bargaining, the old friend raised the price by ten percent, which relented the greedy dead fat man, and just as the dead fat man was about to hurry home to complete the deal, the old friend spoke again: "Monsieur Strauss, the empire still needs a small favor from you. ”

The dead fat man said happily, "I'm too happy to share the problems of the Empire. ”

Naturally, his old friend didn't believe such, so he said his request simply and clearly: "The empire has a batch of supplies that need to be transferred from the United States to Japan, do you have a way?" ”

For Strauss, as long as he has enough money, it is not a problem to get around. As to what Germany was going to send to Japan, he wisely said he was not interested.

The conspiracy continues, but Junichi Abe and Strauss in the net have no idea that they have been targeted by the evil Learvin. Of course, even if the two poor creatures knew, it would be useless, because Learwin was really good at this kind of ingenious means.

New York, September 11. As the economic center of the United States, the city is always so busy and lively, on the benches and grassy sides of Central Park, children are playing, young people are talking sweetly, and there is a harmonious scene.

Such a scene can make you forget that thousands of kilometers away, in the other hemisphere, a war for the fate of mankind is in full swing. The United States, far from Eurasia, does not care much about the war, they only care about their own lives.

Of course, remember this day. On September 11. Everything can change dramatically. At 9 a.m. that day. NYPD sub-bureaus and radio stations in the United States have received anonymous letters or phone calls from callers who shout in native Japanese English and in a typical psychopathic tone:

"The United States must immediately apologize to Japan and apologize immediately...... You ghost beasts maliciously slander Japan and the Yamato nation with rumors and fabricated methods out of nothing, and you will be punished by heaven! I'm not kidding, the heavens will come soon, and the United States will bleed like a river......"

No normal American would hang up the phone after listening to this nonsense, or simply crumple up the letter and throw it in the trash. All in all, no one takes this seriously. At most, it is believed that some Japanese psychopath has stopped taking medication or sneaked out.

Americans don't care, what to do and what to do. It's just that soon, they will realize that the person who wrote the letter and called is indeed crazy, and not lightly.

At ten o'clock in the morning, with a loud bang, a puff of smoke rose from the 91st floor of the Empire State Building in New York, and a violent explosion ignited the fire, and the first floor was soon enveloped in smoke. And while the citizens of New York were watching the excitement around the Empire State Building, they did not notice that there was a group of evil shadows secretly operating in the ventilation pipes of the subway station.

A few hours later. When the "fire" in the Empire State Building was just under control, a large number of New Yorkers were hospitalized by ambulances or relatives and friends. Most patients have lacrimation, photophobia, throat irritation, and cough. Symptoms of chest tightness, and even a small number of severe patients have symptoms of cyanosis and suffocation.

"It's phosgene poisoning! Yes, it can be determined that it is phosgene poisoning! ”

On the one hand, the doctors in the emergency room did their best to save the patient, and on the other hand, they issued a warning: "This is very abnormal, it cannot be ruled out that someone deliberately poisoned it!" ”

In fact, the director of the NYPD who rushed to the scene was already sure that this was a deliberate act, and from the data obtained from various hospitals in New York, someone released phosgene on a large scale in New York!

"Check it out for me right away! Congress and the State Department have taken note of the incident, and the president has demanded that we immediately find out the cause, and if it is man-made, then bring this asshole to justice! ”

The bureau was furious, and the NYPD was naturally all out to look for clues around New York like a dog, and all this was in Liervin's eyes.

She asked coldly, "Get ready for a second attack, and besides, you can make a second round of calls!" ”

Zoe. Barnes sat bored in her place, and as an employee of The New York Times, her main job was to answer the phone and receive letters, usually with reader feedback or something. Truth be told, it's a very boring and tedious job, especially for Zoe, who aspires to make a name for herself in journalism, and her job is not much better than a vase.

On this day, while other colleagues were working overtime to pay attention to the "phosgene" news, Zoe could only sit at her small desk and look at the telephone and letters from readers like Xiaoshan and lamented: "When will I be a real news reporter!" ”

Lamentation is lamentation, but work still has to be done, otherwise Zoe will pay the rent and repay the student loan, especially the latter, which weighs on her heart like a mountain. Taking out the paper cutter, Zoe Mari cut open the envelope, and then numbly glanced at the contents of the letters, which were generally worthless, so she quickly picked up the second letter.

Zoe doesn't know how many unnutritious letters she read, how many chattering reader calls, most of them focused on yesterday's phosgene incident, and said everything, but most of them didn't have the possibility of making people shine. All the way, until a strange voice sounded in Zoe's ears:

"This is heavenly, the United States must apologize and apologize!"

To be honest, Zoe hasn't met people who want to be famous and want to go crazy, such as admitting that she is a serial killer or something. In the United States, such waste is not too much. But this time, Zoe had a different feeling, the voice in the earpiece was completely different from the previous guys who were crazy for the sake of fame, those people were too crazy, they were simply insane. And now the snake spirit was unusually calm, and his tone was cold, as if killing hundreds of people at once was just a trivial matter, and on the other hand, his indifference was full of hatred, so that his voice was as chilling as a steel knife to the bone.

Subconsciously, Zoe thought that the person on the other end of the phone line was the murderer, her heart was beating fast, and an unnatural cherry red appeared on her face. It's like seeing your first love. It's actually pretty much the same. Zoe felt that her career was finally saved. If she can catch the news, it will be a piece of cake!

"How do you prove that you did all this?" Zoe was determined to give it a try, "Every day people like you make this kind of boring harassing phone call......"

"Proof yes?" The person on the other end of the line still asked rhetorically in that broken Japanese English, "You want to prove it?" ”

Zoe struggled to control her ecstasy and calmly asked, "Yes, it must be proven!" ”

Soon there was an eerie laugh on the other end of the phone, which made the hairs on Zoe's neck stand on end, and soon she heard an unusual voice through the receiver, as if the man on the phone had pushed open the door of the phone booth.

Crunch. The door opened, and after a brief silence, there was a series of crisp gunshots, followed by a flood of piercing screams pouring into Zoe's eardrums.

After a few minutes, the man on the phone spoke up again: "This is Central Park, you can go up to the lake and have a look, I left a few proofs." ”

Zoe's throat squirmed twice, and she knew she had succeeded, the gunshots on the phone were all too familiar to her, and no one could hear them on a Chicago typewriter. The most important thing is that there are dead people, and there are quite a few dead. Even if the person is not the one who released the poison gas. It's also a murderer who can make the front page of the New York Times!

Zoe tried to hold her breath as much as she could, because she was afraid that her breath would detonate ecstasy, and even more worried that she would scare away the murderer on the other end of the line, because the latter was still babbling and cursing the United States for heaven, and Zoe recorded it word for word, believing that the American people would be interested in hearing this psychopathic confession.

Of course, these confessions are not all nonsense, but they still reveal a certain amount of information, for example, this madman said that he had warned the NYPD and the US government before releasing the poison gas, which is very informative, and if what he said is true, then the NYPD and the US government will not be able to escape a charge of dereliction of duty.

This one alone is enough to dig deep and hype for a month. Not to mention the more interesting things exposed by the prisoner's peculiar accent and bizarre political demands. Don't talk about digging for a month, digging for half a year is no problem! Zoe knew she had succeeded, and after hanging up, she rushed to the editor-in-chief's office......

"Japanese Murderer Monster Appears in New York!! 》

This was the front page of the New York Times the next day, and the story caused a stir with one stone, almost at the same time as the sale began, and the diplomatic dispute between the United States and Japan was detonated. Naturally, the Japanese will not admit it, even if it is really what they did, they cannot admit it. Because the impact of this incident was so bad that the whole of America was fried. If you admit this, it may lead to conflict!

What's more, the Japanese have not done such a non-asshole thing, so the Japanese ambassador to the United States immediately came forward to clarify the "rumors" and strongly condemn the racist tendencies of the New York Times.

Of course, you know, it's not an egg. First of all, the New York Times has "abundant" evidence, and the most adept at making news has never been afraid of lawsuits, and they are eager to use it to hype up. Secondly, Roosevelt didn't have a good face for devils, he couldn't catch the devil's handle before, if the pie fell today, if he didn't pick it up, it would be really stupid.

Soon after, the old president personally came forward to strongly condemn Japan and demanded that the Japanese side must give an explanation to the United States, otherwise it will bear the consequences. All in all, the Japanese are yellow mud falling in the crotch of their pants is not but.

Unbeknownst to the Japanese, however, this was only the beginning of a conspiracy. Learvin knew very well that something about this level of story would not completely impress the Yankees, nor would it be possible for the US Congress to buy it, so she would have to create even more terrifying explosions.

California, the city probably the state with the largest Japanese diaspora, "rebelled" at a time when the Japanese ambassador was fighting a war of words with the New York Times. In a single day, there were 10 murderous incidents of Japanese descendants shooting and killing American citizens, and two explosions were caused. According to eyewitnesses, "It was the Japanese who caused these massacres!" ”

Although this system is indeed a bit unreliable, because Westerners have never been able to distinguish the faces of Orientals, in their eyes, Orientals are the same. However, due to the decisive attack of the California police, several bandits were killed in a fierce shootout, and these bandits were identified as Japanese citizens or Japanese nationals.

One can imagine what kind of sensation it will cause in the United States when the New York Times publishes this blockbuster news. Anyway, whether you believe it or not, the Americans believe it a little bit -- the Japanese are all devils, all scum, and they are destroying the United States by violent means.

This time the Americans finally felt the pain, and for the first time they found that the Japanese were so hateful, and when this emotion fully exploded, it was needless to say that public opinion was oriented. Anyway, if Roosevelt were to declare war on Japan at this time, there was a 50% chance that Congress would pass it!

There may be comrades who want to say, this is not half to half, it is not that there is no absolute certainty, there is an egg?

But you can't say that, because before Roosevelt wanted to declare war on Japan, the Senate basically would deny it, but now it has become a five-five open, which can be said to be a earth-shaking change, not to mention that there is Learwin, and female spies are not only these two brushes...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Bow and thank you to hzwangdd, zmcyhh, fat guy fei ah fei and comrade Juventus!