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Like Yoshihide Suga, Taro Aso passed by this place without even looking at the eldest prince. He just looked at Yoshihide Suga with a kind smile.

One of them looked extremely embarrassed, and the other looked like he had bumped into an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time.

His heart sank to the bottom, and Yoshihide Suga walked slowly with increasingly heavy steps.

"Mr. Aso is in great spirits. He is thinking about visiting the Imperial Palace at this time."

Taro Aso seemed a little surprised.

"The Prime Minister has misunderstood."

Taro Aso first smiled and bowed slightly to apologize.

"It's just that there is a crisis lurking in Tokyo, so I had to come to the Imperial Palace to invite the Emperor to go to a foreign country."

Yoshihide Suga's face darkened, and he unconsciously glanced at the eldest prince who was still feeding the fish not far away.

Sure enough, the escape route was immediately blocked...

After a long silence, looking at the smiling man in front of him, Suga Yoshihide had to put on an ugly smile.

Sometimes, communication between bureaucrats is a certain art of compromise.

"There is no need for you and me to be so unfamiliar with each other, Mr. Taro. You also know that I have just taken office and still need the help of you and many colleagues."

Faced with Yoshihide Suga's cryptic bow and his opponent's low-key attitude, Taro Aso's expression remained unchanged and he shook his head as if regretful.

"The Prime Minister still doesn't understand. The current situation is no longer something we can generalize about with the interests in front of us."

As he spoke, his smile gradually turned nasty and fierce.

"Since someone has made a mistake, someone must take responsibility. For someone to commit such a serious crime, in our opinion..."

Taro Aso approached Yoshihide Suga, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold and stern.

"Death is not a pity!!"

After saying that, he regained his kind smile and patted the shoulder of Yoshihide Suga, whose face was so gloomy, as if affectionately.

"Please rest assured, Prime Minister, that your subordinates will help take good care of your wife. Oh, of course, not until I get tired of it..."

No matter that Yoshihide Suga's complexion turned from gloomy to livid, he was so angry that he seemed to be about to run away and walked away.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or a hallucination.

A malicious word came vaguely.

"Oh, a dying man, just a bereaved dog, you want to negotiate terms with me? Are you worthy of it!?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Under the rapid breathing, there was a rage that Yoshihide Suga could hardly suppress.

Damn it!Damn it! !

That disgusting dead fat pig...

"Ha ha………"

On the side, a silver bell-like chuckle woke up Yoshihide Suga who was drowning in anger. When he turned around, he saw that it was the eldest prince.

Reluctantly suppressing his angry mood, with a sullen face, he was about to throw away his sleeves.

He's just a prince, even the emperor has to look at the eyes of their bureaucrats!

Even if he has too much time to take care of himself, he is not something that a disabled royal family can make fun of.

Since this cannot be done, we can only find another way.

"How about you feed the fish with me, Your Excellency Prime Minister?"

Suga Yiwei ignored him and left with a bad face.

"I have often heard that cats and civets are good at fishing, but I see so many wild dogs everywhere, and I always want to try the skills of these wild dogs.

Moreover, loyal dogs have been said since ancient times. I like loyalty. This is a good quality. "

The eldest prince casually dropped a handful of bait, never moving his eyes towards Suga Yoshihide, or Taro Aso, who had never left before.

That calm and unhurried posture, that style of speaking that conceals deep meaning.

That elegance, whether it was pretending to be profound or a truly unpredictable temperament, made Yoshihide Suga feel a little dazed.

It seems that the noble nobleman of the ancient emperor, who seemed to be a legend or a fabrication, and who had so much pressure on the court that all the courtiers in the temple did not dare to worship him, stepped out of the ink painting, waving a folding fan.

Yoshihide Suga figured something was wrong.

This eldest prince, there is something in his words...

Inexplicably, Yoshihide Suga felt a little sick and wanted to seek medical treatment in a hurry, so he just waved his hand.

"First Prince, what you said is..."

The eldest prince did not look at him and spoke slowly.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, everyone in the royal family has been taken away by Mr. Aso, except for me. I am waiting for someone, oh, no, I am waiting for a loyal dog."

Having said this, Yoshihide Suga naturally understands.

Xu narrowed his eyes, with an extremely dangerous look in his eyes.

Let me be a dog?

Just rely on the current royal family! ?

The royal family in the past was naturally excellent, but the royal family now...

Matches it too! ?

Yoshihide Suga felt insulted, but it was not intolerable.

He raised his hands and bowed slightly.

Maybe the eldest prince has some secret political resources that can help him?

As for being a dog or something...

Let’s talk about it later.

For Suga, who has long been engraved in the mind of bureaucracy, betrayal is just the norm.

Even though he can't protect himself now, he is truly a weak person, but weak people are not necessarily kind-hearted.

Ha, the eldest prince is still too young.

He swore solemnly on his face.

"If the eldest prince can teach me, Yiwei will do his best to assist his highness from now on!"

Hearing this, Lord Demon Lord squinted his eyes.

"There's no rush, Your Excellency Prime Minister.

You know, observer? "

Chapter 200 Dead City!Dead city!

After receiving the information conveyed by several Anzi, Taro Aso once thought that Yoshihide Suga might have lost his head due to anxiety.

What's there to talk about with the royal family?

Can you still expect a prince to save you?

Looking out the window at several vans, more than a dozen direct descendants of the royal family were stuffed into the vans.

Taro Aso himself was sitting comfortably in a Lexus.

Lexus can be said to be the exclusive car of the neon prime minister.

In this way, Taro Aso’s ambition is also evident.

He just wants Yoshihide Suga to die, to take the blame, to bear all the storms and dangers these days, and then he will clean up the mess.

"Observer?"

How can a disabled royal family collude with observers?

Taro Aso wanted to sneer, but he thought of something and opened the Mixi video with quick hands and a serious expression.

Countdown, there are only a few minutes left.

Miss Qinzi had a look of helplessness on her face, looking at the figure of her intended husband walking away, feeling both worried and sweet at the same time.

My husband is worried about his own safety, he must have me in his heart!

It's just a pity that I can't fight side by side with my husband.

There is no way, Miss Qinzi knows how much she weighs, and she is extremely fragile. As the wise god of weirdos, although she can draw on their power, generally powerful weirdos will not leave their territory easily.

At the same time, Miss Kirino who was still hanging out in the cafe, Misaki Fujimama who had left Tokyo, Daisuke Kosaka who was waiting seriously at the police station, Mr. Makishima who was far away in Kyoto, and many people who had paid attention to the observers were all full of expectations. Nervously, I started the video.

At the same time, Yoshihide Suga, who didn't know why the eldest prince mentioned the observer at this moment, also silently clicked on the video.

At the very least, it would be good to know the enemy's movements.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, the scene in the video seemed to come alive.

The vicissitudes of life were terrifying, and the hoarse voice echoed faintly, unlike any known creature in the world.

[Coming, they are coming...]

It was a sunny day, but those inexplicable gloomy words sent chills down the spines of those who heard them.

There seemed to be a creepy malice creeping in silently.

Miss Qinzi frowned, sensing something unusual.

This is... a weird method! ?

Seeing the word "them" again, Miss Qinzi's mood became even lower.

What are they...

The screen stretches, and there is a partial map of the entire Tokyo.

The busy and bustling scene is the pride of Neon's ability to straighten its back.

The prosperous scene of high-rise buildings is exactly the beauty of a thriving city.

Judging from the sweeping modern urban scene, the vitality is quite strong, and the bustling atmosphere is enough to make most people yearn for it.

However, the scene changed and came to the edge of the northern border of Tokyo.

"This is……!!??"

Misaki Fujimami's scalp felt numb when she saw it, and an inexplicable chill rushed from the soles of her feet straight to her brain!

Dead city!Dead city!

The city is still bustling, but the people are no longer bustling!

What replaced it was the silence of no news!

It is a silence that has never even heard the sound of birds!

Many people were just lying on the ground, and many people were lying on the ground as if they had accidentally fallen.

Without exception, no one can still stand normally.

The picture is zoomed in just enough to see the paleness on the person's face!

The eyes turned white and looked lifeless. He was obviously dead!

but……

"What exactly is going on!?"

Misaki Fujima's whole body was numb.

A kind of frightening life after a disaster is simply not something that ordinary people can bear.

died?

all dead! ?