Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

for the next three months.

Yamamoto often received news from inside the base.

Those Frog Island agents blended seamlessly into the logistics department, blending in well with the Dragon Nation soldiers. They were responsible for procurement, cleaning, and mess hall work, moving freely around the base.

Whenever he received such a report, Yamamoto couldn't help but sneer in the direction of the Dragon Country Base.

In his opinion, these so-called "soldiers from a powerful country" are nothing more than a group of country people who have never seen the world and lack even the most basic vigilance.

"Mr. Ambassador," Smith said, paying a surprise visit that afternoon, "the time is ripe."

Yamamoto put down the teacup in his hand: "So soon?"

"Of course," Smith said with a sly smile, "our people have a complete grasp of the situation at the base."

Now, it is time to teach these arrogant Dragon people a lesson. "

“So, when does the program start?”

“The day after tomorrow,” Smith said, “the Emperor will hold a ceremony at the Jokuni Shrine. That will be the best time.”

Yamamoto stood up and walked to the window.

In the setting sun, the outline of the Dragon Kingdom base appears particularly dazzling.

"Soon," he muttered to himself, "soon these Dragons will pay for their arrogance."

He was completely unaware that while he was feeling smug, a tiny eavesdropping device in the ashtray in his office was faithfully recording everything.

In the command room of the Longguo base, Song Zhenhua was listening to this conversation with a meaningful smile on his face.

"The show is about to begin."

……

The temporary command center is located on the second underground floor of the Eagle Sauce Embassy in Japan.

Smith stood in front of the huge battle sand table, his eyes scanning every marked point in Kyoto city.

Red pins indicate attack targets, blue pins indicate evacuation routes, and yellow pins indicate emergency assembly points.

The entire city of Kyoto has become an elaborately woven spider web.

"Perfect," he whispered, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Sir," a CIA agent entered, "all the 'actors' are in place. They've already started calling in sick as planned."

Smith nodded with a satisfied smile on his face.

Each of these carefully trained Frog Island agents is a top professional.

Over the past three months, they have been perfectly integrated into the Dragon Kingdom military camp, like sharp daggers, silently piercing the enemy's heart.

"How do the people of Longguo react now?"

"Their military doctors have written sick notes for every 'patient,'" the agent reported. "They don't seem to have any suspicions at all."

Smith walked to the wall where a detailed map of the Dragon Kingdom garrison camp was hung.

Over the past three months, the agents have been continuously sending back intelligence, giving them a clear understanding of the entire camp's deployment and personnel arrangements.

"Stupid Dragon people." He muttered to himself, "Do you think you can compete with us with just a few warships and a few mushroom bombs?"

"But they don't actually know that sometimes, defeating a country doesn't necessarily require real weapons."

"A conspiracy, a trick, might completely change everything... and this is the meaning of our CIA's existence..."

At the same time, in the command room of the Longguo garrison base.

"Reporting to the Chief, three more 'employees' are on sick leave."

The communications staff reported to Song Zhenhua.

Song Zhenhua was reading a document and said without looking up, "It's approved."

"Chief," a colonel named Li beside Song Zhenhua asked with some concern.

"Isn't this too obvious? More than ten people have asked for leave in just two days."

Song Zhenhua put down the document and smiled meaningfully: "The more obvious, the better."

"But…"

"Old Li," Song Zhenhua stood up and walked to the battle map, "Do you remember how we defeated the Eagle Sauce people on the Peninsula battlefield?"

Colonel Li was stunned for a moment: "What the commander means is..."

"Sometimes," Song Zhenhua pointed to a few points on the map, "the best trap is to make the opponent think he has succeeded."

On the other side of the command room, several "special personnel" from the country were studying the topographic map of Kyoto city.

They are all specially trained elites who have been operating in secret these days and are familiar with every street and every corner.

"Chief," Captain Wang, the head of the intelligence department, walked in.

"News came from Yamamoto that they are planning to take action the day after tomorrow. Their target is the Emperor's worship ceremony at the Jokuni Shrine."

Song Zhenhua nodded: "Notify them and have our people ready. Remember, we must wait for them to take action first."

"clear!"

Hearing this, the captain of the intelligence department nodded heavily and walked out with an inexplicable excitement...

As night fell, Kyoto was shrouded in silence.

In the underground command room of the Eagle Sauce Embassy, ​​Smith was making final deployments.

To him, the plan seemed perfect.

Once the Dragon people are labeled as militarists, they will no longer be able to stir up trouble in the Pacific.

In the command room of the Longguo base, Song Zhenhua was still studying the map.

On his desk was a top-secret document containing the detailed movements of those "employees" who had taken leave.

Every move of every person is under his control.

"Let them perform," Song Zhenhua said to himself, "the fun has just begun."

Outside the window, the night in Kyoto grew darker.

The sky above the city seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer of dark clouds.

No one knows that beneath this calm surface, a contest that could change the landscape of East Asia is about to unfold.

And when dawn arrives, who are the players and who are the pieces in this game of chess? This will probably surprise many people...