The terrorists were wearing a student uniform and dragging a trolley case, like a middle school student traveling alone, walking out of the waiting hall of the New York airport with a innocent smile. In front of her, a driver in uniform and white gloves was opening the door of the Rolls-Royce for her.↑,.

"Miss Masako, please get in the car!"

He said respectfully.

The latter hummed noblely, then handed him the trolley case and sat in the back seat of the car. Just as the latest super luxury sedan started, the Miss Masako took out a small mirror and admired her face with a cold smile. There was a faint trace of just healing behind her ears on both sides of her ears.

"I'm here, let's tremble for me!"

She was crying in her heart like a middle school girl.

This is the little sister of the house, but the little sister of the house after her master had plastic surgery. Her previous appearance was almost known to everyone and it was impossible to use it publicly, so she had to change it to a new one. Her current identity is the heir of a wealthy man in Japan. The main industries of the family are in the north. Her parents were already dead in the war at this time. She was studying in Tokyo and inherited tens of millions of dollars in property. In addition, there are many industries in the United States. This time she moved to the United States to avoid the war.

However, her identity is not a fake, but the girl with this identity has long been fed the fish.

Half an hour later, Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a villa in northern New York.

"Captain, our superiors are not allowed to act at this time. They believe that it will affect the ongoing peace talks. If we act at this time, it will force the US military to continue to use nuclear bombs to fight."

When the little sister of the house walked into the living room, the two young men were already waiting. When they saw her walking in, one of them immediately stepped forward and said, obviously they were not unfamiliar with the new face of the house.

At this time, the identity of the house was still the captain of the special operations team under the Social Labor Intelligence Bureau. Before she came, dozens of subordinates had already mingled with Japanese immigrants to the United States. As Yang Feng said, the ongoing war caused a large number of Japanese people to flee to the United States. Moreover, the alliance between the two sides also allowed the US government to always open the door to Japanese immigrants. In this era when information technology was still underdeveloped, it was too easy to enter the United States with a fake identity. What's more, behind these people, there were actually Jinyiwei who was secretly assisting.

"A group of cowards, two atomic bombs scared them to their pants. They actually wanted to negotiate with the Imperial righteous people. It was a joke. How could there be success without a fight? How could there be victory without sacrifice? Could their knees bended to the Imperial righteous people? What we want is the liberation of Japan, not a peaceful island!"

The little sister in the house said sneered.

She was wearing a student uniform and petite figure, and her cold expression when she said this was a bit comic-style.

"So our actions?"

The man asked.

“As planned!”

"clear!"

The man immediately bowed and said, because of the previous series of successes, especially the glorious results of the assassination of Dulles, this little girl, who was actually only sixteen years old, seemed like a god in their hearts. What's more, the young and strong ranks of the Social Labor Party were very dissatisfied with the peace talks, just like what the house said. What they wanted was the liberation of Japan, not a small island southward. In this case, the house suddenly became the leader of the young and strong ranks.

"Do I want what you have prepared to be ready?"

The house asked immediately.

"I'm ready and waiting for your order. I have to say that this country is simply unprepared. Here we can choose whatever we want as if we were buying vegetables in the market."

The man said excitedly.

"Then Watanabe, are you the executor of this operation?"

The man who had not spoken said to the house because he had not spoken.

"Yes, I'm going to sacrifice for the country like my father back then."

The latter said solemnly.

The house walked up to him, looked at him very gently and said, "Watanabe. On behalf of the people, I thank you. Your name will be engraved on the monument of the Republic forever, and our descendants will always look up to your glory. You are our hero. The hero of the Yamato nation. I have nothing to do for you now. If you don't dislike this body that has been defiled by the invaders, then enjoy it!"

After saying that, she took Zhuangyan off her clothes.

Watanabe Jun trembled, watching his goddess's body gradually showing, suddenly kneeled down at her feet. He kissed her calves wearing stockings like crazy, then raised his head intoxicatedly, looking at the last layer of the smooth holy land that was falling off, and let out a wolf howl howl, then pushed her down on the carpet...

Another man suppressed his excitement, bowed slightly and stepped out, and closed the door for them at the same time. Then he stood outside the door in lingeringly and listened to the vague sound from inside for a while, and then hurriedly left.

At this time, more than 10,000 kilometers away, the yacht was rising and falling with the waves. Head Yang was getting up from his little secretary, walking to the window with his bare legs comfortably, opening the window to breathe the fresh air without protein, and then turning around to look at Gu Qianxi curled up on the bed.

"Why are you crying? Those who don't know think I'm forcing you!"

The guy said speechlessly as he looked at the tears in the corner of her eyes, and the latter immediately glared at him and said aggrievedly: "You made them so painful, don't you allow them to cry?"

"Uh, it doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

Yang Feng quickly sat down beside the bed and said with a smile.

The latter snorted and sat up, leaned in his arms for a while before asking, "Did you solve my father's problem?"

"I can't interfere in this kind of thing. You have to understand that if he refuses to come here, the more I care about it, the worse it will be for him. This involves a problem of nature. Moreover, he is in prison and has been sentenced to twenty years in prison. The conditions in his prison are still good. With your relationship with me, they will not be too difficult for him. It is definitely not too bad for life in it. But if he comes out and continues to stay there, I really can't guarantee that he can live for another twenty years. Don't think that I deliberately delayed it.

My relationship with them is not safe, and now everyone is still okay, but maybe one day I will become the leader of the sinful Ming Empire, and then your father will become my spokesperson. It is hard to say whether I will die or live at that time."

Yang Feng said frankly.

Gu Qianxi twisted him resentfully, ran into the bathroom angrily, and then locked the door.

Yang, who was still thinking about playing with the water, was depressed. Gu Qianxi's father had been found through the relationship there, but as a firm believer, he would rather go to jail than come to him. Since Yang Feng was powerless, he was in prison for twenty years and escaped that disaster in qin City, and it was just a good time to come out. Otherwise, if he came out now, he might not be able to live for twenty years!

Head Yang walked to the sun deck in a deep mood. The maid in a swimsuit served the drink. He picked up a glass of juice. Then two long snow-white legs appeared beside him. Then the Persian noble lady knelt at his feet in a swimsuit, pressing her face against his legs in a gentle manner like a Persian cat. The unfathomable ravines seemed like a valley, exuding the fragrance of flowers.

This is a gift from Pahlavi. I don’t know if it was a noble lady. Anyway, she came from the most conservative ancient family and adhered to all loyalty to men. Yang Feng did whatever she asked her to do, and she obeyed docilely even in the most exaggerated game, but it did not include taking off her veil in front of other men.

Everyone knows that Chief Yang actually has no other special hobbies, it is just this little bit of Xiao Yaxing, so his allies basically prepared a palace for him, and a little beauties were stuffed into the palace to wait for him at any time.

Yang Feng stroked her hair like a pet cat, quietly watching the setting sun in the distance.

A small black dot in the sunset slowly grows bigger.

This is the latest Black Hawk general-purpose helicopter developed from the Navy's Seahawk Anti-submarine helicopter. The Ming Army Air Force has begun to use this helicopter to eliminate the previous elephant styles, Pixiu, etc. As for this one, Yang Feng's head of state, similar to the landline of the US President.

A few minutes later, Black Hawk landed on the apron under his feet. The cabin door of the plane opened, Hu Hao walked out of the inside, and then made a call into the cabin with a smile. Then a middle-aged white man in his forties walked out of the inside, lowered his head and walked out of the propeller range with Hu Hao in the wind of the rotation of the propeller, and walked directly to the sun deck along the stairs.

Yang Feng's Persian cat stood up in panic and ran into the cabin quickly, while he stood up and smiled and said to the visitor: "Mr. Smith, welcome to my small boat."

"His Excellency, your ship is larger than Her Majesty's yacht."

The latter said with a smile.

This is Ian Smith, a member of the Rhodesian parliament, a notorious racial politician, and the more notorious Prime Minister of Southern Rhodesia in the future, that is, Zimbabwe, whose bill is worth a million dollars, of course, it has nothing to do with him. It was created after Mugabe, who was ninety-nine, led the black brothers to be liberated, and he is the executioner who suppressed the black brothers.

Because he supports South Africa, Head of State Yang is now the savior in the eyes of these white racial righteous people. Britain's retreat is inevitable. If the 220,000 white people in Southern Rhodesia want to continue to rule the 2.5 million black people, then they must find a truly trustworthy protector. The British are no longer able to do so. The Americans are playing the role of anti-colonialists. The Soviets are not in the same system as them, so the only choice is the Ming Empire and only Yang Feng.
Chapter completed!