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A tall white man walked in, wearing a well-tailored suit and with a pair of sharp blue eyes under gold-rimmed glasses.

Before Yamamoto Ichiro could speak, the other party spoke in fluent Japanese.

"Hello, Yamamoto-san."

"Your humble self, John Smith, from Langley."

Langley - CIA headquarters.

Ichiro Yamamoto's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained the calmness typical of a diplomat.

"Mr. Smith, what brings you here?"

"I think," Smith slowly walked to the window and looked at the Dragon soldiers patrolling downstairs, "Mr. Yamamoto must be very unaccustomed to seeing such a scene, right?"

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Ichiro Yamamoto didn't say anything, just stared at Smith's back.

"How could the great Yamato nation tolerate these overdue taxpayers showing off their power on their own land..."

Smith turned around with a meaningful smile on his face.

“It reminds me of a Japanese word: a great humiliation.”

Yamamoto Ichiro tapped his fingers on the table. "What do you mean, Mr. Smith?"

"We can help you," Smith said bluntly.

"Help us?" Yamamoto Ichiro sneered, "Just like you 'helped' the UN forces on the peninsula?"

Smith shrugged it off: "That's because we underestimated the Dragon Kingdom. But this time is different. We have a better plan."

He walked to the door and gestured.

Another person walked in—short in stature, with a delicate face, and clearly East Asian in appearance.

"This is Mir Chen, from Frog Island."

Smith introduced.

Yamamoto Ichiro's expression became complicated.

He knew all too well what this meant - the people of Frog Island and the people of Dragon Country had the same bloodline, but they had parted ways because of the civil war.

They understand Longguo better than anyone else, and hate Longguo more than anyone else.

"We don't need you to take any action," Smith continued. "We just need to help place Mr. Chen and his companions in the Dragon Nation garrison."

Ichiro Yamamoto remained silent.

From outside the window came the sound of the Dragon Country soldiers' training calls, sonorous and powerful.

"Think it over, Mr. Yamamoto." Smith placed a business card on the table. "This may be your only chance."

After saying that, he gestured goodbye and left the office with "Mr. Chen".

Ichiro Yamamoto picked up the business card, which only had a phone number on it and no other information.

He walked to the window and looked at the Dragon Kingdom soldiers downstairs.

The scene from ten years ago came to mind again - they were so vulnerable, crying and begging for mercy under the iron hoof of the Yamato nation.

But now...

His eyes fell on the information about the aircraft carrier plan on the wall.

If Longguo really builds that aircraft carrier, their position in the Pacific will be even more difficult to shake.

“Maybe…” Yamamoto Ichiro murmured to himself, “This is really the only chance.”

He picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Mr. Smith, let's talk about the details..."

……

That night, in an unknown izakaya.

The lights in the izakaya were dim, Smith lit a cigar, and the smoke lingered in the air.

"The plan is simple." He slowly blew out a smoke ring. "So simple that you might find it incredible."

Ichiro Yamamoto picked up the teacup and waited for what was to come.

"First," Smith pointed at Chen standing nearby, "you just need to help them get into the logistics department of the Dragon Country garrison. Just pretend they're local civilian staff, responsible for things like food procurement."

"Is it that simple?" Yamamoto Ichiro frowned.

"Of course not." Smith gave a meaningful smile.

"This is just the first step. With this relationship, they will nominally become members of the Dragon Nation military."

“Next…”

He paused, his eyes sharp. “We’ll arrange an ‘accident.’”

“What accident?”

"Imagine," Smith's voice deepened, "if one day your emperor were attacked while attending a public event."

"And the attackers are from the Longguo military..."

Ichiro Yamamoto took a breath.

"Not only that," Smith continued, "a series of attacks on civilians have also occurred in major cities such as Kyoto, Osaka, and Yokohama. All the evidence points to the Dragon Kingdom garrison..."

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Ichiro Yamamoto's hands were shaking slightly, and the sake was swaying in the cup.

"And then?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"And then?" Smith stood up and walked to the window. "Then the United States will propose a motion at the United Nations General Assembly condemning Dragon Country's militaristic tendencies."

"We will provide conclusive evidence to prove that these atrocities were committed by members of the Longguo military."

He turned around, a cold glint in his eyes: "The international community will impose a complete blockade on Dragon Country."

"As the victim, Sakura Country has every reason to demand that Dragon Country withdraw its troops, and can even take this opportunity..."

"Rearm." Yamamoto Ichiro took over the conversation, his eyes becoming hot.

"That's right." Smith nodded. "This is your best chance to break free from the shackles of the post-war period. Dragon Country will become a thorn in the eyes of the whole world, while Sakura Country can rise again."

Ichiro Yamamoto stood up and walked to the wall where the map of Sakura Country was hung.

On the map, the red pins marking the Dragon Kingdom’s garrison points stung his eyes.

"But..." He suddenly thought of something, "If the plan fails, the consequences..."

"It won't fail." Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, his voice filled with deep hatred. "We've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

Smith added: "Besides, even if the plan is exposed, you can still claim that you were kept in the dark."

"After all, who would have thought that civilians could be secret agents?"

Ichiro Yamamoto fell into deep thought.

He thought of the arrogant Dragon soldiers he had seen at the dock that morning, and the frightening aircraft carrier plan...

"If Dragon Country continues to develop like this," Smith seemed to see through his thoughts, "in ten years, there will no longer be a place for Sakura Country in East Asia."

The office fell into a long silence. Finally, Yamamoto Ichiro took a deep breath and said, "What do you need me to do?"

"It's simple," Smith said, pulling out a document. "Starting tomorrow, arrange for these people to join the logistics department."

"Leave the rest to us."

The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on the desk, illuminating the seemingly ordinary personnel transfer order.

However, it is this document that will become the fuse that changes the pattern in East Asia.

"For the glory of the Yamato nation." Yamamoto Ichiro muttered to himself, picked up the pen and signed his name on the document.

At this moment, he seemed not to notice the flash of contempt in Smith's eyes.

In this huge conspiracy, everyone thinks they are chess players, but they don't know that they are just chess pieces...