CHAPTER 867: CHAPTER 725: YES! PRIME MINISTER (11,000 WORDS, GRAND FINALE)_2

Everyone else is waiting for Aoyama Sosuke to respond.

"Of course not." After saying this, Aoyama Sosuke stopped speaking, laughed heartily, and said mysteriously, "Drink, drink, please be patient, and later there’ll be a good show for you all to watch."

Everyone frowned, showing some dissatisfaction.

"If there’s nothing else, Mr. Aoyama, I’ll take my leave first and meet another day." After saying this, the Minister of Autonomy put down his glass and started to leave.

The Minister of Justice followed closely, "I won’t waste time here with Mr. Aoyama either. At my age, unlike you young folks, I can’t stay up all night."

"Mr. Aoyama, I’m leaving as well."

Others started to stand up one after another.

The reason they came tonight was because Aoyama Sosuke said there was something important, urging them to come, and now he’s playing mysterious.

Each of them is very busy, and feeling like they’ve been played, they can’t be bothered to waste time here.

Aoyama Sosuke sat still, smilingly watching their backs, not standing up to stop them.

Instead, he picked up his phone and sent a message.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the villa’s door was pushed open.

Accompanied by urgent and powerful footsteps.

A group of burly men in suits, armed with handguns, quickly rushed into the room, surrounding everyone.

These people are guards of Fushan Yingzhao.

"What! What’s happening?"

"Aoyama Sosuke! What do you want?"

A group of old men were startled by this scene, and after realizing, turned to question Aoyama Sosuke.

Aoyama Sosuke lightly shook the wine glass in his hand, looking at the group expressionlessly and said, "Gentlemen, none of you will leave today. Stay here obediently, drink with me, and watch a good show with me."

"Bastard! Aoyama Sosuke, are you crazy? Are you actually trying to detain us? What are you doing?" The Minister of Foreign Affairs shouted at Aoyama Sosuke, both shocked and angry.

Aoyama Sosuke wordlessly gestured with his hand.

A burly man stepped forward and struck the Minister of Foreign Affairs on the head with a handgun, causing him to fall to the ground with a scream, blood seeping between his fingers as he covered his head.

Without the opportunity to exercise their power, they are just a group of ordinary old men, unable to withstand punches and kicks.

"Ah! Mr. Panasonic, how is Mr. Panasonic?"

Everyone was startled by this scene, quickly helping the Minister of Foreign Affairs on the ground, while looking at Aoyama Sosuke with shock and anger, "Aoyama Sosuke, what exactly are you doing? What is your demand?"

"Sit down, drink." Aoyama Sosuke coldly uttered four words, but it was undeniable.

Looking back at the muzzle of the gun and those burly men with ferocious expressions, a group of ministers who hold significant power felt utterly helpless, and had no choice but to help the Minister of Foreign Affairs, their faces turning dark as they sat back in the living room.

"Please also hand over your phones."

Aoyama Sosuke spoke again in a calm tone.

"Aoyama Sosuke, do you even know what you’re doing?" The Minister of Finance sternly questioned him.

Aoyama Sosuke grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on his head, shouting emotionally, "I don’t need you to teach me. I know very well and clearly what I’m doing. Hand over your phones. Don’t make me say it a third time; my patience is limited."

He was actually nervous and irritable inside, worrying that the coup operation planned for the early hours might fail.

Therefore, their refusal to cooperate annoyed him even more.

"Crazy, you are crazy." The Minister of Justice murmured, trembling as he pulled out his phone.

Others also complied, as they all felt that Aoyama Sosuke had gone mad, and a madman could do anything, so no one dared to provoke him further.

A group of ministers who lead various important departments of the country were thus controlled inside Aoyama Sosho’s house.

They lost all contact with the outside world.

......

At ten o’clock in the evening, two trucks loaded with cash drove into the Chaoxia Garrison, under the moonlight.

By eleven o’clock, all the vessels of the Maritime Security Bureau had gathered near Tokyo Bay.

Citizens who saw this scene were very surprised.

At midnight, the clock struck the year 2000 promptly.

Xiu Xin, who was feigned slumbering in the study, suddenly opened his eyes, picked up a phone and dialed out.

"Mr. Ueda, start."

"Yes!"

The rally bell rang in Chaoxia Garrison.

Soldiers who had been awakened at eleven o’clock assembled quickly, donned their equipment, and gathered according to their respective units. Soon, over ten thousand soldiers stood neatly in the playground of Chaoxia Garrison, waiting for orders.

The cold wind in Tokyo during January persisted, with an endless field of soldiers standing against the wind, spreading an air of killing intent.

The several hundred personnel of the Eastern Regional Command stationed at Chaoxia Garrison had already been controlled by Ueda Hikoshu’s loyal bodyguards in advance.

The lights in the camp were as bright as daylight, and under the gaze of all soldiers, two trucks slowly drove to the front of the formation, followed by the unloading of the cargo bed, dumping heaps of US dollars onto the ground forming two small hills.

Boom!

The gathered soldiers were instantly in an uproar, everyone whispering excitedly.

"Si Guoyi! Look! That’s a lot of money!"

"What does this mean? What’s going on?"

"Silence!" Fushan Yingzhao’s roar echoed through the speakers prepared in advance, reaching everyone’s ears.

The formation of over ten thousand soldiers gradually returned to silence.

The highest commander, Ueda Hikoshu, mounted the speaking platform, holding a microphone and shouted, "I am Ueda Hikoshu, Chief of Staff Directors in the Northern region! Our nation has traitorous ministers, Heavenly Locust has been deceived by wicked people, allowing our Land Guard’s budget be slashed again and again. For years our Land Guard shed blood and sweat for the nation, yet they still make us cry! Many brothers present are full of patriotism serving the nation, but what are they rewarded with? Ever-decreasing salaries!"