Chapter 592: It is really a great blessing for our Chinese nation!

"Otsuka Jun is too awarded." Hearing Otsuka Yukichi's praise, Ao Fumi Ito naturally showed a little smile on his face, but he still smiled very modestly and said, "However, these 'family families' who appeared in the venue must be carefully selected."

"Haha, ito-kun is safe." Otsuka Ekimaki waved his hand and said confidently: "I will notify the International Intelligence Department and ask them to select a few suitable candidates. After training overnight, I will go to the press conference to prepare tomorrow morning."

"Otsuka-kun..."

"Bangbang" Just as everyone was laughing and preparing to flatter a few times, the locked door in the conference room was suddenly knocked. When they heard the knocking sound, the smiles on Otsuka Yoshito and others almost froze a little solemn atmosphere, and slowly condensed in the conference room...

This conference room is not an ordinary conference room, but a confidential conference room located more than ten meters underground in the Prime Minister's Office. They can enter the meeting room and knock on the door... Only Otsuka Otsuka's confidential secretary can do it.

Moreover, the meetings held in this conference room often represent important meetings related to national strategies. In this process, if something big has not happened, no one can knock on the door of the conference room at this time.

In other words, the door was knocked during the meeting, which must mean that something big happened outside. For Japan today, besides the silver armored people in China, what big things will be worthy of their concern?

The sudden knock on the door made the atmosphere in the conference room stagnant. The smile that Otsuka Tomohiro had just hung slowly disappeared, and a solemn look replaced. He reached out and pressed the black button on the desk and said in a deep voice: "What happened?"

The door of the conference room was not opened, but Otsuka Ekichi's words clearly reached the ears of the confidential secretary outside the door. When Otsuka Ekichi's inquiry was heard, the confidential secretary took a deep breath and said in a very sad tone: "Mr. Prime Minister, I just received the news that about six minutes ago, the Yasukuni Shrine in Chiyoda District... was on fire."

"What...what?" As soon as he heard the report of the confidential secretary, the cabinet ministers sitting upright at the conference table in the conference room stood up and looked at others with shock on their faces.

Yasukuni Shrine, the outside world has always thought that this is just a place to pay homage to war criminals, and it has always thought that this is a place where hawks make trouble. However, only these high-ranking officials will know that Yasukuni Shrine not only worships the spiritual positions of war criminals, but also is also the highest privileged agency in Japan.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Otsuka Yukichi slapped the table on the conference table with a heavy palm and said angrily: "I said that the Yasukuni Shrine is protected by the shadow guards, how could it catch fire?"

"Yes, the Shadow Guard of Yasukuni Shrine is the strongest force of His Majesty's lineage. With their guardians, how could a fire occur? Have you made a mistake?"

"It's simply nonsense, even if I believe that the Prime Minister's Mansion is on fire, I don't believe that the Yasukuni Shrine is on fire, you must have made a mistake."

"Is the news confirmed? Is it because the houses around the Yasukuni Shrine caught fire?"

The cabinet ministers said everything they said, but they didn't believe that the Yasukuni Shrine society was on fire. For them, there is no doubt that the Shadow Guard is powerful. Who can set fire at the Yasukuni Shrine under the strict protection of the Shadow Guard? If it wasn't for artificial arson...that would be even worse.

Hearing the rebuttal and distrust of the cabinet ministers, the confidential secretary who was standing outside the conference room was desolate and whispered: "Now the fire has been basically put out. The fire brigade... has found many corpses in the ruins. It is initially judged that they were the corpses of the Shadow Guards and the corpses of the shrine clergy..."

"Boom" The confidential secretary's words immediately looked like a bomb was thrown into the calm lake. With a rumbling sound, water droplets splattered everywhere. The waves rose and Otsuka Yukichi took several steps back, and finally leaned against the wall to stabilize his body. Fire flashed out of his bloody eyes, and his voice seemed very hoarse: "Who is the murderer?"

"According to several witnesses at the scene," the confidential secretary whispered: "Before the incident, there were three men and one woman, a total of four protesters holding signs and shouting in pure Tokyo accents to demolish the Yasukuni Shrine, entering the shrine, and then the gate of the shrine was closed..."

"Three men and one woman?" Otsuka Yoshito's head was a little confused: "What is said or the Tokyo accent?"

"Yes...yes, Prime Minister." The confidential secretary's voice seemed very low, and he replied: "It was initially determined that the murderer who killed Shadow Guard and the arson were these three men and one woman... and it was very likely that they were from Tokyo."

"This... how is this possible?" Otsuka Yukichi didn't believe it. If the confidential secretary said that the murderer was a Chinese in silver armor, he would definitely believe him, but now the confidential secretary actually said that he was from Tokyo, that is, from Japanese... How is this possible?

"Are you sure it wasn't the damn Chinese?" Otsuka Yukichi asked in a low voice.

"This..." The confidential secretary was not very clear about the situation at the scene now, but when he recalled the phone call he had with the person in charge of the firefighting on the scene, he had some confidence and nodded: "I'm afraid it's really... not Chinese..."

"Baga" Otsuka Yukichi roared in silence, as if he was crazy...

More than ten minutes later, Zhongnanhai, Beijing, China.

"Hahaha..." A hearty laughter rang from far to near, and with a bang, the door of the office that was originally closed was pushed open. Hu Bohong, who was still frowning at a document, raised his head, but saw clearly who was laughing and pushing the door.

Hu Bohongqi said: "Old Han, what happened? What made you so happy?"

"You will be happy when you see it, haha, it's so satisfying." Han Chengping couldn't stop smiling and walked towards Hu Bohong, threw a folder in his hand on Hu Bohong's desk, and said to him: "You can see it yourself, and call Secretary Tang and the others over quickly. This is a big event that everyone celebrates together."

"..." Looking at Han Chengping with a smile on his face, Hu Bohong curiously picked up the folder on the desk in front of him. The folder was very thin, with only a note with few numbers in it. However, when he opened the folder and saw clearly what was written on the note...

"Hula" jumped three feet high from the office chair, and Hu Bohong looked at Han Chengping with shock: "Old Han, is this...is this true?"

"The latest intelligence sent by the intelligence department" Han Chengping nodded heavily: "It is definitely true, there is no doubt about this."

"Okay... OK, it's so good." After being confirmed by Han Chengping, Hu Bohong, who was holding the folder, trembled uncontrollably. After chanting a few words in a low voice, he suddenly looked up: "I'll inform Secretary Tang and the others as soon as possible."

More than half an hour passed, except for the several members of the Standing Committee who visited abroad, all the members who stayed in Beijing were here. Even the 71-year-old General Chief of Staff of the People's Liberation Army Luo Guangqi appeared in Hu Bohong's office.

"Old Han, Lao Hu, what are you two selling?" Luo Guangqi was so anxious that when he saw that everyone who was supposed to come came, he immediately urged him: "Hurry up, tell us the matter so deep and call us over in the middle of the night. You have to give an explanation."

"Of course I will give an explanation." Han Chengping looked somber. After taking a few steps forward and closing the office door again, he winked at Hu Bohong and said, "Old Hu, let's talk."

Bo Hong nodded, turned around and picked up the folder on the desk behind him, controlled his extremely excited mood, and said to Tang Guoye and others: "Secretary Tang, Lao Luo, Lao Wang... Japan's Yasukuni Shrine caught fire more than fifty minutes ago."

"What?" Tang Guoye and others were shocked and almost exclaimed.

Seeing their reaction, Han Chengping took a deep breath and added: "Not only is it on fire, but the fire is also extremely fierce. According to the information sent back by our intelligence personnel in Japan, the Yasukuni Shrine has been completed, and the entire Yasukuni Shrine has been burned into ruins by a fire."

"..." Tang Guoye was already so excited that he could not be more excited, but he still forcibly restrained his excitement and asked: "The Yasukuni Shrine was burned, it was irrelevant. If Japan could build one, it would build a second one... The key is..."

"It is said that more than 60 corpses were sorted out at the scene." Han Chengping whispered: "There are the corpses of the Shadow Guard, known as Japan's strongest. It is said that several Japanese senior officials who arrived at the scene after hearing the news almost fainted after seeing the corpse."

"Okay, that's great." It was not until the news of the death of the Shadow Guard was confirmed that Tang Guoye burst into laughter uncontrollably until the news of his death was confirmed.

The establishment of the Shadow Guard can be traced back more than a thousand years ago, but the heinous crimes committed by the Shadow Guard in the last century in the war of Japanese invasion of China were permanent pain left to the Chinese.

Tang Guoye and others didn't care whether the Yasukuni Shrine was burned, but whether the Shadow Guard was dead... This is the most critical place

During the War of Resistance Against Japan in the last century, I don’t know how many Chinese/military leaders died tragically under the Shadow Guard’s butcher’s knife, and now...

Shadow Guard is dead and he is completely dead

"Hahaha..." Tang Guoye shed two lines of tears in his laughter.

Laugh, Tang Guoye looked at Han Chengping and asked, "Old Han, this matter should be done by Mr. Ye, right?"

"Who else can I have except Mr. Ye?" Han Chengping asked without answering a question.

"Yes, who else can it be besides Mr. Ye?" Tang Guoye took a deep breath and bowed deeply in the direction of Wenle County: "Having Mr. Ye is a great blessing for my Chinese nation."

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