Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1311 is worth celebrating and will be unforgettable.

"How are the talks going?"

America, inside the Japanese Embassy.

The man, who resembled an Akita dog, had just finished his "friendly conversation" with Ambassador America and, with a serious expression, returned to his car under the escort of security personnel.

His wife had been waiting in the carriage for a long time. When she saw her husband come out, she immediately opened the door to greet him and asked about the details.

The man rubbed his temples, his face grave, and did not give an immediate answer.

Seeing his expression, the lady understood that the negotiations were bound to end badly.

"Let's drive first."

"Hayi!"

The secretary started the car, and only after the convoy of private vehicles slowly drove away did the man finally unleash his suppressed anger.

“Those guys humiliated me severely, criticizing me for making decisions on my own and for not completing the task well.”

"As punishment for us, they will raise tariffs for the next quarter, demand that we reduce export restrictions, and force us to sell our stakes in several American companies at low prices!"

Upon hearing this, the lady was equally furious: "How is this any different from being a robber?"

The man clenched his fist: "Haven't they always been? Hypocritical, filthy, disgusting Westerners."

"If it weren't for those two bombs back then, Japan would never have ended the war, much less become a defeated nation and suffer such humiliation!"

"In the end, it's all that foolish, arrogant, and conceited person's fault... If they had obediently surrendered and let us take over back then, everything would be different now!"

"The island is too poor in resources and its geographical location is also very bad. This is our fatal flaw!"

The lady said with equal resentment, "We only lost once. We will definitely win back in the future. Believe me, we won't lose every time. We will definitely win back our losses with interest in the future."

The man nodded. The Yamato people are a nation that is very good at gambling on the fate of their country.

Moreover, they won the bet most of the time.

Although gambling is not a good thing.

But if we can provoke two big guys, we can launch a major attack.

Perhaps they will be able to break free of their shackles and stand once again at the top of Asia and among the nations of the world.

"Go and make the arrangements. Next week is the first month of the lunar calendar, which is our most important New Year."

"The Americans want us to defeat the martyrs (shit), and then give Yan a piece of their mind, and that's exactly what I'm thinking too."

"Have someone arrange the sacrificial ceremony properly. This time it should be more grand than ever before, and the coverage should be more comprehensive. Ideally, we should invite some mainstream Western media to help us promote the spirit of benevolence, humility, and peace."

"Hai, I'll arrange it..."

The man turned to look at the pitch-black night outside, his face filled with sorrow.

The unexpected death of Defense Minister Toshihide Yamada has caused him great anxiety, and he is always afraid that it might happen to him at any moment.

Although sacrificing oneself for the nation is the highest honor, he was still quite afraid of death.

After thinking for a moment, he changed his mind and said, "Forget it, let's invite fewer mainstream Western media outlets. The scale is fine, but don't go too far. Just make them feel a little bit stung."

“I know.” His wife made a note in her memo: “Repeated provocations are far more painful and have a more lasting impact than a sudden, intense outburst of anger.”

"Ah."

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......

Tokyo was very quiet at night.

One kilometer away from the place where demons and monsters dwell, there is a love hotel built on a hillside.

One of the rooms on the fourth floor is themed like a prison, with the entire room designed to resemble a cell block and jail.

Many strangely shaped, yet very familiar tools are hanging on the mesh grille along the wall.

The window was open, and Li Qianjun was drinking beer and enjoying the breeze, seemingly waiting for something.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong...

The doorbell rang.

Li Qianjun did not move. After a few knocks, the door that had been locked was opened.

The person who arrived was wearing a trench coat, a fisherman's hat, and high heels, with bright red lips that were particularly eye-catching.

"Why did you summon me here?"

"Buying you a drink."

Li Qianjun turned around, leaned his elbow against the windowsill, and tossed her a bottle of beer.

Bai Ling reached out and caught it, but she was very disgusted with the furnishings in the room: "Why did you invite me to drink in a place like this? You know I'm not interested in you, and I don't like men at all!"

Li Qianjun laughed: "What a coincidence, I don't like men either, so it seems we're quite destined for each other."

After saying that, he coughed violently, and his face became much paler.

Bai Ling put the beer aside and took out two bottles of medicine from her pocket: "These were sent to you by someone from your hometown. They still care about you."

Li Qianjun clicked his tongue: "They're quite bold. Didn't they say they'd just treat me as if I were dead? But they still pulled this stunt. It's really a bit too sentimental. Sit down, don't stand on ceremony with me."

Bai Ling stood there without moving, coldly looking at him: "If you have something to say, say it. If not, I have to leave."

"where to?"

"Does this concern you?"

"We're teammates, we're partners, how can we not be related? Don't you know that Japanese agents are secretly searching for Qin Feng and the others? Aren't you afraid they'll catch you and torture you?"

"What do I, a stateless person, have to be afraid of? It's you who's so ostentatious, staying in a hotel like this."

Bai Ling's eyes were filled with disgust, because he instinctively felt that Li Qianjun must have just come here to have some fun with escort girls.

This guy was injured in the previous battle on the island, and it hasn't been long since then, yet he dares to play like this. Isn't he afraid of dying on a woman's belly?

It would be better if I really died; that would end it all, and all past grievances would be wiped clean.

Li Qianjun grinned, as if he could read minds: "I know you're hoping I die soon, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Bai Ling frankly admitted: "I will never forget the scene when you shot the gorilla; you were once a soldier, and you once remembered to never abandon or give up, but in the end you betrayed your original intention and deceived us!"

Li Qianjun shrugged: "The victor is king, the loser is villain. If I had beaten Qin Feng, things would be different now. Maybe those old fogies would think that my idea was the best solution."

"Do you see that? In the past, they were single-mindedly trying to get rid of me, but now they're giving me all the dirty and hard work."

"Qin Feng is white, I am black, and those old guys are masters of Tai Chi."

Bai Ling shook her head: "Strictly speaking, Qin Feng is not simply white, but you are black to the core."

Li Qianjun: "It's no use trying to provoke me. I'm like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water. I don't care about any of this. Hehe, you can't say that. Given the chance, I'd still be happy to see Qin Feng die in front of me."

"At that time, when I pick up his mask, I will become Aries, and he will become the dead Li Qianjun."

Bai Ling didn't respond to him. She knew that the reason Li Qianjun was willing to be the black glove was because he was waiting for this day.

He wanted to outlive Qin Feng until he died. If he could outlive him, even if the farm didn't accept him in the end, at least they would let him return to China.

Because there are many things to deal with, especially given the current external environment, someone needs to confront the external pressure.

"Let's get down to business?"

"The important thing is to invite you for a drink."

What if I don't drink it?

"You will drink it."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because the view here is great, and the night view is beautiful..."

Before Bai Ling could figure out what it meant, a series of intense and rapid explosions rang out from afar.

Blazing flames rose into the darkness, and a terrifying shockwave swept in, shattering glass everywhere.

Bai Ling's hair was blown about by the strong wind. She witnessed the terrifying explosion in the distance and opened her mouth in shock, her eyes wide open.

"Where is...?"

"Yes, it's what you think."

"He did it?"

"Ah."

"That's certainly something to celebrate."

Bai Ling opened the can of beer, her eyes fixed on the fireball in the distance, and drank the beer with tears in her eyes.

This scene will be etched in her memory forever...