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the next day.

The country of cherry blossoms, Kyoto.

The Jokuni Shrine is solemn and majestic in the morning mist.

The Sakura Emperor, dressed in traditional formal attire, slowly walked up the steps of the shrine.

He had an almost pious expression on his face, but his slightly cloudy eyes flashed with an unconcealable pride.

"Your Majesty," the chamberlain whispered, "It's almost time."

The Sakura Emperor nodded slightly.

He knew that today's "worship" had ulterior motives.

This shrine, which enshrines Class A war criminals of World War II, evokes strong reactions from the international community every time it is visited.

And this time, they can take advantage of it.

Inside the shrine, the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Fresh chrysanthemums are placed in front of the tablets enshrining war criminals such as Tojo Kazuoka.

Emperor Sakura looked at the tablets with a faint smile on his face.

"My fellow heroes," he whispered softly, "today, we will avenge you."

The ministers around him lowered their heads, with hypocritical sorrow on their faces.

They all knew the plot of this scene - some "Dragon people" would rush in to assassinate them, and then be "subdued" in time by the brave imperial soldiers.

In this way, they can take this opportunity to label the Dragon people as extreme nationalists and drive them out of Japan!

"Snapped!"

With the sound of crisp high-fives, the Sakura Emperor began his routine worship ceremony.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the shrine.

"Revenge for the soldiers and civilians of Longguo!"

“Blood debt must be paid with blood!”

A few roars pierced the morning light, and more than a dozen "Dragon people" in plain clothes, led by "Mr. Chen", rushed into the shrine, waving shining weapons in their hands.

An expression of "horror" immediately appeared on the Sakura Emperor's face, but a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes.

The surrounding guards immediately surrounded them and started a "fierce" fight with the "assassins".

"Protect His Majesty!" the Grand Chamberlain shouted loudly, but his expression was very stiff.

The assassins' actions seemed ferocious, but in fact they left room for maneuver everywhere.

The guards also cooperated very well, not really hurting the "assassin" but also pretending to be willing to protect him at all costs.

After a brief "fierce battle", all the assassins were subdued.

The Sakura Emperor walked out from the protective circle of the guards and pretended to be calm as he brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves.

He glanced at the subdued "assassins" and felt secretly proud.

“These Dragon people,” one minister said angrily, “how dared to assassinate the Emperor at the sacred Jokuni Shrine!”

"It's a provocation to the Yamato nation!" another minister echoed.

The Sakura Emperor suppressed the upward curve of his lips.

The plan went perfectly as expected, and now we just have to wait for a press conference to expose the "atrocities" of the Dragon Kingdom to the world.

"Your Majesty," the Chamberlain came forward, "would you like to leave here immediately?"

Emperor Sakura waved his hand: "Don't panic, let us complete the worship ceremony."

"We must let the world see the courage and... "

Before he finished speaking, a burst of orderly footsteps suddenly came from outside the shrine gate.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dozen figures in black combat uniforms walking slowly out of the morning mist.

The weapons in their hands shone coldly in the morning light, and every step they took seemed to step on the hearts of everyone present.

Seeing this group of people appear.

The Sakura Emperor's smile froze, and the Minister of the Palace's face turned pale in an instant.

The other ministers looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Even the "assassins" who were subdued on the ground showed puzzled expressions.

Obviously, these men in black were not part of the original plan.

Who are these people?

Didn’t they say there was only one group of “assassins”?

However, before they could fully react.

In the morning mist, the figures of the black-clad agents approached like the god of death.

“Wait! This wasn’t planned…”

At this time, Ichiro Yamamoto, who also saw this group of people appear, wanted to speak out to remind them.

However, a cold light flashed, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Beside him, Smith fell in a pool of blood before he even had time to draw his gun.

It all happened so fast that the people present didn't even realize what was happening.

"Protect the Emperor!" the captain of the guard shouted, this time he was really panicked.

They originally thought that today was just a play, so they didn't even bring heavy weapons. They were only equipped with a few pistols, which were enough for acting.

However, these men in black in front of him were real elites.

They were wearing the latest tactical equipment, and the weapons in their hands were even more ferocious.

Everyone's movements were honed through countless trials and tribulations, and their eyes revealed true murderous intent.

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

After a few gunshots, the guards who were in the front fell to the ground.

The remaining guards then realized the seriousness of the situation and drew their guns to fight back.

But their bullets either hit the bulletproof equipment of the men in black or were dodged nimbly by the other party.

“This…this is impossible!”

The captain of the guards turned pale.

He had served in the Metropolitan Police Department for many years and had never seen such a terrifying opponent.

The man in black's counterattack was clean and neat.

They either engage in close combat or long-range sniping, and their coordination is seamless.

In less than three minutes, all the guards fell in a pool of blood.

As Sakura Mikado watched all this, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

He finally understood - this was not acting, this was real!

"You... who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?!"

Emperor Sakura looked at the group of fully armed "assassins" in horror.

Unlike traditional Sakura people, they do not have the bow legs unique to Sakura Country, and their height and body shape are much better than those of ordinary Sakura people.

In an instant, a terrifying thought flashed through Sakura Emperor's mind.

"Could it be, could it be that you were sent by the Dragon Country..." he asked tremblingly, his voice no longer having the authority it had just had.

The leading man in black took off his tactical mask, revealing an oriental face.

His eyes were cold, as if he was looking at an ant.

"Your Majesty," he said these two words with a touch of sarcasm, "it seems you have guessed it."

"But we don't have any reward for you..."