Chapter 41 Chapter Thirty-Nine Seeing Is Believing

The closure of the Japanese consulates in Honolulu, San Francisco, New York and Seattle came as no particular surprise.FBI agents arrived at the consulates at the same time, announcing that the Japanese must be evacuated immediately.The Japanese protested hastily, and the agents were polite but unmoved, so the diplomats closed the consulate and boarded a bus with guards escorting them to the nearest airport, where they flew to Canada. Vancouver.The guards were mostly there to protect them from the demonstrators, and the local police were everywhere.In Honolulu, as the bus passed near Pearl Harbor Naval Base, diplomats spotted two aircraft carriers in dry dock.Someone took pictures in the bus and recorded the scene.The consular officer who took the photo never wondered why the federal agents at the front of the bus didn't stop him from doing so.After all, the American media had already reported everything, and no one was surprised.They could see that the operation was arranged in an orderly manner, and every detail was not missed.Their luggage was X-rayed for hidden weapons and explosives.Of course there will be no such nonsense.But their luggage was not opened because they are diplomats and enjoy diplomatic immunity under the treaty.The U.S. government chartered a passenger plane for them, a United Airlines Boeing 737.After takeoff, the plane flew directly over the naval base again so that the consular officer could take five more pictures through the double-glazed glass at an altitude of 5,000 feet.He is thankful that he is farsighted and the camera is at hand.He slept most of the five-hour flight to Vancouver.

Propellers one and four are like new, Captain.The chief engineer said solemnly to the commander of the Stennis.If you just say it, we can increase it to thirty verses in no time, and maybe thirty-two verses. The inner shaft tunnels of No. 2 and No. 3 have been closed, and the hull opening of the tail fin has been welded.When only propeller No. 1 and No. 4 are used for propulsion, the real top speed of Stennis is about 15 knots, but the removal of No. 2 and No. 3 propellers also reduces the resistance and greatly increases the speed per hour.The trickiest step was reinstalling the No. 4 drivetrain, as it had to be installed smoothly without the slightest margin of error.Installing it requires more than installing a race car steering wheel, otherwise it will break when it hits maximum rpm.The rigorous testing was over, they tried spinning the propeller and checked every bearing up and down the long shaft tunnel.Now that's all done, the dry dock can be filled tonight.The commander took weary steps up the concrete steps to the top of the huge man-made canyon, and then walked to the diving board from there.It took a lot of effort for the boss to walk into the cabin behind the bridge.He used this cabin when he was at sea.After entering, he made a phone call.

The time is almost up.Clark looked southeast through the back window of the room.The cold air is fresh and dry, and there are a few faint clouds in the distance, which are still so white under the direct sunlight.By this time it was dusk, and the ground was beginning to darken. Are you ready?he asks. So to speak, man.The large metal box containing the camera was on the ground, and Chavez had opened the lid.The contents had been cleared by customs a few weeks ago and looked like nothing special.Photojournalists usually carry this kind of thing, it's just that their stuff is a little lighter than most people carry.The box is padded with foam, and the recesses can hold the bodies of three cameras and numerous lenses.There are other spaces, too, filled with photo fixtures that also look perfectly ordinary but they are anything but ordinary.The only weapon they carried looked nothing like a weapon, and that's what they did in East Africa.Travez picked up one of them, checked the charge reading on the battery pack, and figured it wasn't necessary to plug it into a wall outlet yet.He flipped the switch on the machine to the standby position, and heard the faint electronic chirp of capacitors charging.

right there.Clark said calmly when he saw the approaching lights.He, like his companions, did not like this kind of work.But it's not supposed to like it, is it? The approaching E｜767 early warning aircraft turned on its internal identification lights when it descended from an altitude of 10,000 feet, and now it has lowered its landing gear.The external landing lights then came on.Five miles away, two thousand feet above the industrial area surrounding the air force base, the pilot saw the runway lights and told himself not to slack off after a long and tedious patrol flight. Flaps twenty-five degrees.He said.

Flaps twenty-five degrees.The co-pilot responded, and reaching for the yoke, lowered the landing flaps and slats on the rear of the wing so that the wing had the extra lift and control it needed as it decelerated. God-3 approached and landed, looking at the runway.This time, the pilot said, he was speaking to approach controllers by radio.The controller had been leading him here, but his guidance wasn't necessary.The tower responded correctly, and the pilot grasped the joystick slightly, thinking about those subtle control movements, not actually operating them.He adjusted a few times to get used to the low wind.He scanned the no-fly airspace for possible aircraft he hadn't noticed.He knew that most aircraft accidents occurred during landings, when flight crews had to be extra vigilant.

I see it.Chavez said, without a trace of emotion in his voice, as he told himself he had to hold back his conscience.His country is at war, and the people on this plane are all in uniform, and they must be hapless for it, that's all.It was so fucking easy, he couldn't help but think of the first time he killed someone.In retrospect, murder was so easy to commit.He was really proud at that time, thinking of it, Chavez felt guilty. I need a dip in the scalding hot tub and a massage along the way.The co-pilot said, expressing his thoughts.The airport was now two miles away, and he glanced around.The right side is clear and the runway is clear.

The pilot nodded, stretched out his right hand to grab the throttle lever and pulled it back gently, allowing the air resistance to further slow down the speed of the aircraft.The set landing speed was 145 knots.This speed is quite high due to the extra fuel reserves carried by the aircraft. Two kilometers and everything is fine.said the co-pilot. hands on.Chavez whispered.He slung the barrel-shaped extension of the lamp over his shoulder and aimed it at the nose of the approaching plane, almost as if he were aiming a rifle, or as if he were aiming an anti-tank rocket launcher. .Then his finger pressed the button.

Theoretically, the magic trick they used in Africa was nothing more than a powered-up flashlight, but this one contained a xenon arc bulb and gave off a powerful three million candlepower beam.The most expensive component was the reflector, a finely machined piece of steel alloy that focused the beam to a diameter of about forty feet a mile away.With lighting at such a distance, one can easily read a newspaper, but looking directly into the light, even at this distance, can be confusing.The bulb, which uses ultraviolet light, is designed to be a non-lethal weapon, but it can cause permanent damage to a person's retina.As Chavez pulled the trigger, the thought occurred to him.non-lethal.of course.

The intense blue-white light hurt the driver's eyes.It was like looking directly at the sun, but worse, and he let go of the joystick in pain, put his hands over his face, and screamed into the intercom.The co-pilot never looked directly in the direction of the flash, but the human eye is usually drawn to bright lights, especially in the dark.There was no time in his heart to tell himself not to react naturally.The eyes of the two pilots were all dazed, and their eyes ached.Their plane was eight hundred feet above the ground, a mile from the landing threshold.Both have received rigorous training and are very skilled.Despite the pain closing his eyes, the driver's hands were still groping down the joystick, trying to hold it steady.The co-pilot was doing the same, but their control maneuvers were different, and for a while they were fighting instead of working together to save the plane.Both of them completely lost the visible benchmark.Because of their sudden bewilderment, their judgments must have been different.One pilot thought their plane was veering in one direction, while the other tried to yank the stick, correcting a different maneuver.With only eight hundred feet below the plane, there was no time to decide who was right, and a scramble for the joystick meant that the stronger man would take control, but his efforts were doomed.The E|767 airborne early warning aircraft rolled 90 degrees to the right, crashed north into the empty factory building, and fell sharply.The tower controller called on the radio, but the pilot did not hear the warning at all.The pilot's last move was to touch the go-around button on the throttle stick, desperately trying to get the plane safely into the air.Before his hand could touch the button, his mind told him at the last second that he was dead.His last thought was that another atomic bomb had gone off over his country.

Oh my god.Chavez whispered.It only takes a second, and it doesn't even take a second.The nose of the plane burned in the dim twilight, seemingly exploding, and then the thing turned inward to the north like a dying bird.He forced himself not to look at the crash area.He didn't want to see or know where it hit.A huge fireball lit up the area as if struck by lightning.Travez was taken aback, like a punch in the stomach.Only then did he realize what he had done, and suddenly felt like throwing up. There was only one possibility that the Shenzhou-5 had seen the yellow flames burning on the ground near the right side of the airport ten miles away.Pilots are well trained.For the pilot and co-pilot of the second E｜767 airborne early warning aircraft, they suddenly felt startled and their muscles tightened.They want to know which members of the squadron were killed in the crash, which families will receive unwanted guests, which faces they will never see again, and which voices they will never hear again.They blamed themselves for not listening carefully to the radio, as if it had anything to do with it.The two instinctively checked their cockpit to see if there was anything unusual.The engine is normal, the electronic equipment is normal, and the hydraulic system is normal.Regardless of what happened to either plane, their plane was in good shape.

Tower, this is number five, what happened?complete. Number five, this is the control tower, number three smashed into it just now.We don't know why.The runway is clear. Five heard it and continued to approach, eyeing the runway.Before he could say anything else, his hand was released from the radio button.The two pilots glanced at each other.God number three.They are all good friends.died.Death in a war is easier to accept, and death in a plane crash is flat and somewhat shameless, no matter what the cause.They looked back at the flight path again.For now, although they are heartbroken, they must complete this mission and return the twenty-five people on board safely. Do I need to take over?Clark asked. It's my job, man.Travez checked the capacitor charge again, then wiped his face.He found himself shaking a little, so he clenched his fists.He was both ashamed and relieved.The landing lights in the distance told him it was another target, and he was serving his country as they did theirs, that's all.But allegiance is best served with a proper weapon, he thought.It occurred to him that, when muskets appeared, those who liked long swords had the same thought.Chavez shook his head one last time, and stopped thinking about these things.He extended his lamp toward the open window, aiming at the approaching plane as he swept the clearing.A piece of cloth is wrapped in front of the light fixture, this is to prevent anyone outside the house from seeing the flash.He doesn't want to take risks unless necessary Soon good He pressed the button again, and the silver aluminum shell around the cockpit cover of the AWACS shone brightly again for only about a second.From his left he could hear the shuddering screeching of the fire engines, no doubt heading for the place where the first plane had crashed.The sound of fire engines here is not like the sound of fire engines heard in China. He thought of this irrelevant matter.The E|767 airborne early warning plane did not move at first, and for a moment he thought he had made a mistake.Then the angle of the nose lights dipped, but the plane didn't roll over, it just accelerated its descent.Maybe it would burst into the hotel room and hit them.It was too late, Chavez thought, and maybe God would punish him for killing fifty people.He shook his head, took the lamp apart, and waited, focusing on his work for peace of mind. Clark saw it too, and he knew it was unnecessary to run out of the room.That plane should be burning by now maybe the pilot thought so too.The nose was pulled up, and the Boeing roared past, perhaps thirty feet from the roof.Clark went to the side window and saw the wingtips pass by, the plane still spinning.The aircraft began to climb, or it was attempting to climb, most likely for a go-around, but did not have enough power.The plane stalled about 500 feet above the center of the runway, fell off the left wing, and spun down into another flaming fireball.Neither he nor Chavez thanked God, they did not deserve to be rescued anyway. Install the lights and get out the camera.Clark ordered. Why? We are journalists, remember?This time, he said, it was in Russian. Travez's hands were shaking violently, and it took some effort to remove the lamp, but Clark didn't go to help him.Everyone needs time to process emotions like this.They didn't kill bad guys who deserved it, they killed people who were like themselves, and they got that fate because they were loyal to someone who didn't deserve it.Chavez finally pulled out a camera, selected a 100mm lens for the Nikon F5 body, and followed his eldest out of the room.The small hall of the hotel was already full of people, almost all Japanese.Klerk and Chekhov passed among them, crossed the road, and came to the airfield ring fence.Once there, Chavez started taking pictures.The situation was very chaotic, and it took ten minutes for a policeman to come over. What are you doing!This is not a question, but an accusation. We are journalists.Clerk replied, handing over his papers. Stop what you are doing!The police then ordered. Are we breaking the law?We were at the hotel across the road when this happened.Klerk turned and leaned over the officer.He paused.oh!Did the Americans attack you?Do you want our negatives? Yes!said the police officer, suddenly understanding.He stretched out his hand, very satisfied, because they were frightened by his authority and immediately expressed their willingness to cooperate. Yevkine, give this man your film quickly. Chekhov pulled out the negative and handed it over. Please go back to the hotel.We'll come to you if needed. I bet you will.Room 416.Clark told him.It's horrible.Did anyone survive? I have no idea.Please go now.said the policeman, waving them across the road. God bless them.Chavez said it in English, and it was from his heart. Two hours later, a KH|11 satellite flew over the area and photographed the entire Tokyo area with an infrared camera.The National Reconnaissance Service's reconnaissance photo experts immediately noticed two smoking fires, and the wreckage of the aircraft scattered around.The two E|767 airborne early warning planes had crashed, and they watched with satisfaction.The experts, mainly Air Force personnel, were far from the horrific scene, seeing only the two crashed planes.This instant image is transmitted to several places simultaneously.In the Pentagon, Operations decided that Masked Sulo's first steps had gone as planned.They'll say it happened, but that might be bad luck.Well, the CIA isn't completely useless either. Pearl Harbor had gone dark.It took ten hours to fill the dry dock with water, a hastily spent time slightly longer than the actual safe limit, but the war has a different determination of the safe limit.The gate of the dry dock has been unloaded. With the help of two large tugboats in the port, the Stennis drove out of the dry dock, and left the Brave behind after turning the corner.The navigator at the port was in a nervous mood, and guided the ship out in the shortest possible time, and then took a helicopter ashore.Before midnight, the Stennis entered deep water, left her normal shipping lanes, and headed west. The accident investigation team arrived from headquarters in Tokyo almost immediately.The joint team included soldiers and civilians, the latter with more expertise, and they were called in because the E|767 is actually a military aircraft modified from a civilian aircraft.Fortunately, it only took a few minutes for them to find the flight recorder of Shenzhou-5, commonly known as the black box (in fact, it was originally painted orange), but they failed to find the black box of Shenzhou-3.The Shen V black box was brought back to the laboratory in Tokyo for analysis.For the Japanese military, the problem was even more difficult to solve.They have ten E|767 airborne early warning aircraft, but two of the precious ten aircraft are now missing, and one is in the maintenance hangar, where its radar system is being overhauled and improved.In this way, there are only seven aircraft left, and it is impossible to arrange three aircraft to serve as fixed duty.This is a simple arithmetic problem.Every plane has to be repaired and the crew has to rest.Even with nine planes available to fly, always having three planes in the air, three planes on the ground, and three planes on standby can be fatal for personnel and equipment.In addition, the safety performance of the aircraft is also very important.A member of the investigative team found the 767's airworthiness directive and determined that it applied to the model that Japan repurposed for airborne early warning use.The automatic landing system was immediately shut down, and civilian investigators naturally came to the first conclusion.The flight crew may be fatigued after a long patrol and use it on approach.The senior military officer was tempted to accept this conclusion, but there was a problem: Few pilots would like an automatic landing system, and flight officers didn't like handing over their planes to microchips and software at all. , counting on them to protect their lives.But they found the body of the Shenzhou-3 pilot and found that his hand was pressed on the button of the throttle lever.Such an explanation is not plausible, but the evidence suggests it is possible.Maybe somewhere in the system, the program has gone wrong.Such an excuse is silly and infuriating, costing two priceless planes, but in the age of computer-controlled flying, such a thing is not without precedent.Based on the current actual situation, they can only arrange two early warning aircraft to serve as fixed-duty patrols, and another early warning aircraft to be on standby at any time. Overflying electronic intelligence satellites noticed that three E|767 airborne early warning aircraft continued to patrol at this time. Air Force Intelligence and National Security Agency technicians were nervous, wondering whether the Japanese Air Force was trying to violate the regulations on aircraft operations.They looked at their watches and realized that it would be all over in six hours, while the satellites continued to record and plot electronic emissions. Jackson is now busy with other satellite intelligence.They believed that forty-eight fighters were stationed on Saipan and another sixty-four at the former Andersen Air Force Base in Guam, which, with its two wide runways and huge underground fuel depots, was more than enough to accommodate incoming aircraft.The distance between the two islands is about one hundred and twenty miles.He also had to consider the evacuation facilities built by the U.S. Strategic Air Command on the islands during the Cold War.The closed Northwest Airport in Guam has two parallel runways, both of which can be used, as well as Agana International Airport in the middle of the island.Rota also has a civilian airfield, Tinian has an abandoned base, and Saipan, in addition to the serviceable airfield, has Kobler.Oddly enough, the Japanese neglected all secondary facilities, except for the Kobler airfield.Satellite intelligence shows that Tinian is not occupied, at least from the photos taken from above, and there are no heavy military vehicles there.He figured there must be some light troops there, probably supported by helicopters from Saipan.The islands are separated by a narrow waterway. General Jackson's main concern was a hundred and twelve fighters. The E|2 Hawkeye will provide support, and so will the regular helicopters that the Army takes with them wherever they go. F|15 fighters and F|3 fighters will also be supported by anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft guns.For a ship, even according to Bud.It is also an arduous task to strengthen the strength of the aircraft to act on Sanchos's vision.But the point is not to engage the enemy's weapons, but to interfere with the enemy's psychology. This is a constant principle of war.Over the centuries, it has been sometimes thought of and sometimes forgotten.He hoped he had taken the right action.Even so, something else happened first. Clark was somewhat surprised that the police never returned.They might find those photos useful, but they probably won't be of much use.Anyway, they didn't poke around trying to figure it out.They returned to the rented car and took one last look at the charred spot at the end of the runway.At this time, the first of the three airborne early warning aircraft landed on the base, which was very normal, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.He noticed that two E｜767 early warning planes had taken off an hour earlier, compared with the usual three.He hoped this meant that their dreadful mission had had some effect.In fact, the satellite had confirmed this fact, and it was certain that another mission could be started, but the two CIA agents were completely unaware of this. What's really hard to swallow, however, is to believe that such a thing happened.At breakfast they bought an English-language newspaper in the hotel lobby, and the front-page news was not much different from the one they had read on their first day in Japan.There were two reports from the Mariana Islands and two from Washington. Other news on the front page was mainly about the economy. There was also an editorial expressing the desire to restore normal relations with the United States. Even if reasonable concessions have to be made at the negotiating table.Perhaps the current situation is too bizarre for people to accept, but a large part of the reason is Japan's strict control of news.For example, the newspapers still say nothing about the nuclear missile being hidden somewhere.Someone is either too smart or too stupid or maybe both, depending on how things go.After much deliberation, Clark and Chavez decided that the reports were meaningless.In this context, it seems that the famous German military theorist Clausewitz's words have been rephrased as war is a continuation of economics rather than politics.Business is a civilized act in the political arena, even when the sword is at stake.But the truth of the madness was right in front of him.The streets are full of people going about their daily chores, and they may glance at the ruins of an air force base, but in a world that seems to be coming into chaos, ordinary people still grasp the reality as they know it, and make it their own. Leave everything you don't understand to others. Clark could not deny that he was a spy borrowing the identity of a third country, working in violation of the Geneva Treaty on Civilized War.Civilization Wars itself is an incredible idea.He had aided in the killing of fifty men less than twelve hours before, and now he was driving a rented car into the enemy's capital, and his present concern was remembering to keep to the left of the road to avoid hitting them. Get on those office workers.He has to watch out for a ten-foot space in front of the car, because if there's that space, it means you're not keeping up with the traffic. After leaving the hotel, they drove through three intersections.That's when Chavez noticed a car parked in the wrong place, with the right side sun visor down.This code signaled that Kimura requested an immediate meeting.This urgency signal seemed to reassure some fears that they were not dreaming.Their lives are in danger again. At least something is real. Flight operations began shortly after dawn.Four full squadrons of F｜14 Tomcats and four squadrons of F｜A｜18 Hornets have been launched, along with four E｜3C Hawkeyes.Normal support aircraft were now stationed at Midway, and the one-ship task force would now use the Pacific islands as an auxiliary base for its westward voyage.The first move is to practice aerial refueling, and Air Force tankers will follow the fleet westward.Once over Midway, they formed a stand-by Combat Air Patrol group of four aircraft, though not supported by Hawkeyes as usual. The electronic noise from the E|2C machine is very loud.The main task facing this weakened fighting force is concealment, but for the ship, it is like making an island invisible. Sanchoz was involved in air operations.His task is to fight what appears to be a close fight and win it overwhelmingly.The idea of ​​fighting a fair fight was new to him, as it was to everyone else in the military.He knew the men who were working in their positions, but he didn't know the air forces on the island, and that was what worried him.They may be ordinary people, they may have wives and children, they may own houses, cars and other ordinary things.But in any case, the commander of the air group had to take care of everything.Sanchos doesn't order or condone movie-only madness, like wasting ammo on skydivers, because it's hard to get shot while skydiving.But he has to shoot down their plane, and in this age of missiles, doing so means the pilot probably won't have a chance to eject.Fortunately, in this day and age, the target you see is just a small dot circled on the head-up display of the fire control system.That makes things a lot easier.And if a parachute emerges from the wreckage, well, he doesn't mind making a search and rescue call for another fellow pilot once that person is incapable of harming his people. Koga disappeared.Kimura told them.His voice was urgent and his face was pale. Have you been arrested?Clark asked. I have no idea.Have we planted people with you? Clark's face became very serious.Do you know what we do with traitors?Everyone knows.My country also depends on this man.We'll take care of that.OK, let's go. Travez watched him go before speaking.Has someone leaked? Maybe so.Those in power probably don't want opposition leaders outside to screw things up at this point.I'm a political analyst now, Clark told himself.Well, he's also a regular reporter for the International Fax News Service.Yevkine, how would you like us to visit our embassy? Shelenke was about to go to find them in person, and the two men had already arrived at the door of his office.He couldn't help thinking for a moment that this was really a strange thing. Two American CIA agents walked into the Russian embassy to have a business meeting with the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service.He was curious to know what prompted them to do so. What's up?he asks. Koga disappeared.John.Clark replied. Sherenko sat down, and then called his guests into the office to sit down.He doesn't need to tell them to close the door.Was this an accident or did someone get wind of it?Clark asked. I don't think the Public Security Investigation Department will do this.Even with Goto's orders, they wouldn't do it.Without real evidence, this could look like a witch hunt.How much do you know about the political situation here? Please explain to us.Clark said. The government is in chaos.Goto is in power, but there are not many people who discuss the overall situation with him.His alliance is very weak.Koga was so respected that no one would dare to arrest him publicly.Sherenko didn't add that, that's my opinion.What could have been said with confidence two weeks ago is now largely guesswork. Americans actually understand what this means.Clark thought for a moment, then said: You'd better ask, Boris.We both need him. Have you betrayed him?asked the Russian. No, there is no such thing at all.We told him to act as usual and besides, he thought we were Russians.The instructions I got were just to test him out, it's too dangerous to try to control such a person.There's a good chance he'll turn into a super patriot and tell us to go away.For such people, let them have their own way.Sherenko couldn't help but think that the Moscow center's file on the man was absolutely right that Clark was a born field agent.He nodded, waiting for Clark to continue.If you get hold of the Public Security Investigation Agency, we need to find out immediately whether they caught Koga. What if they get caught? Clark shrugged.Then you have to make sure you can get him out.It's up to you to do it, I can't help you.But if someone else kidnapped him, then maybe we can do something about it. I need to talk to Moscow. We know this.Remember, Koga is our only chance to solve this crisis politically.Also, inform Washington of the news. I will do this.Shelenko agreed.I need to ask a question what happened to those two planes that crashed last night? Clark and Travez were heading for the door.The younger man answered, but he didn't turn around.A terrible accident, no? You are crazy.Koga Shintaro said. I am a patriot.Yamata Yorizo ​​replied.I will make my country truly independent, and I will make Japan strong again.In Yamata's penthouse, they sat across the table and looked at each other.Yamata's security guards stood outside the door.They are talking alone. You have abandoned our most important ally and trading partner, and you are destroying our economy.You started the killing ring and bought our country's government and army. Yamata nodded, as if approving the purchase of a property.Yes, I do all of these things, and it's not that hard to do.Tell me, Koga, how hard is it to buy a politician into your favor? Buy your friends, Matsuda and others? Everyone needs guidance from time to time.Almost everyone does.Yamata didn't say that.When these things are done, we will have a fully integrated economic system with two staunch and powerful allies.Sooner or later we will reopen trade because the world needs us.Doesn't this politician see this?Doesn't he understand this truth? Is your understanding of America so superficial?We are in these troubles now because a family was burned alive.They are not like us.They think differently, and their religion is different.They have the most violent culture in the world, but they advocate justice; they chase money, but their foundation is built on ideals.Don't you understand these?They will not sit idly by and watch what you do!Gu He paused.What are your plans for Russia do you really think Can't we do it with China's help?Yamata said.Our two countries can handle Russia. Will China be our ally?Koga asked.We killed 20 million Chinese during World War II and their leadership never forgot that. They need us, they know they need us.as long as we unite Mr. Yamata.Koga replied, calm and polite, as was his nature.You're good at business, but you don't know much about politics.You'll be screwed over this. Yamata replied, equally calm and polite.And you would commit treason.I know you have ties to the Americans. There is no such thing.I haven't spoken to an American in weeks.An angry answer doesn't sound as powerful as a calm one. Well, anyway, you will be my guest for now.Yamata said to him.We shall see how ignorant I am of political matters.I will be Prime Minister in two years, Mr. Koga.In two years, we will be a superpower.Yamata stood up.The top floor of this forty-story building is his apartment, and the unobstructed view is pleasing to the eye.The entrepreneur stood up, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.It will soon become his capital.It's a pity that Koga doesn't know current affairs.但他現在必須飛回塞班島，開始執掌政治大權。他轉過身來。 Just wait and see.你目前是我的客人，規矩一點，這樣你會受到很好的待遇。如果你企圖逃跑，就會身首異處，陳屍於鐵軌之上，身上還會有一張紙條，為你在政治上的失敗謝罪。 你不會得逞的。前首相冷冷地答道。