On October 8, the Japanese parliament urgently carried out an impeachment motion for the Prime Minister's distrust. Before the impeachment vote is held, the motion party must provide sufficient reasons for "accusation". The Prime Minister generally explains or debates about the charges of the motion party to eliminate certain misunderstandings or affect the attitudes of others.

Somewhat surprisingly, the motion party this time was not the opposition or opposition parties. Even in the preparation of this motion, these parties have not yet made plans. The one who prepares the bullets most and has the greatest lethality is the ruling party where the Prime Minister is located.

During the "accusation" stage of the motion, the first person to speak on stage was a cleaner working in the TV tower. When the missile hit the TV tower, she was working in the toilet, so she escaped by chance. When she came on stage, everyone noticed that she was still wearing the TV station's cleaning uniform.

She walked up to the spokesperson, looked at the Prime Minister standing opposite her, and slowly spoke: "Yesterday... at this time yesterday, I was doing my day's work. I only remember hearing an explosion, fire and crying for help. Many people died. When the police found me out of the ruins, I didn't know what was going on, I just thought I had encountered a terrorist attack. Later... I realized... Oh my God, I couldn't believe that the attack actually came from our army. Why should we treat us like this? Kill the person you once swore to protect!"

Faced with the questioning of the cleaning lady, the Prime Minister was speechless, and just bent down quietly and bowed straight: "I'm very sorry, this is all my incompetence."

The flash lights that arrived instantly flashed overwhelmed, and the crowds watching also became vaguely commotion. Someone shouted in the distance: "Don't believe that liar! This is not incompetence, this is treason! This is massacre!"

The voice immediately triggered a response, and the crowd and even the members of the parliament became turbulent until the president in charge of discipline knocked the mallet: "Quiet, please ask the Minister of the Defense Department Matsumoto Kumatsu as soon as he came on stage to accept the inquiry."

In this motion, Matsumoto was the only one who did not turn against the Prime Minister, so after he came to power, he stood next to the Prime Minister and stood side by side.

Among the members who initiated the motion, an old man in his sixties stood up. He was holding a document in his hand. This was a noose he had prepared long ago, and now he put it around the necks of the two on the stage. After confirming that there was no problem, he asked Matsumoto, who had just come on stage: "Mr. Matsumoto, your position."

"Director of Defense Department."

"On the day of the incident, was the order to attack the TV tower issued by the Prime Minister?"

"Yes, but..." As soon as the words were finished, the crowd burst into a sudden burst of noise. The president could only keep knocking on the small wooden hammer, and the explanation Matsumoto prepared could not be expressed in a single sentence.

After a long period of time passed and everything finally calmed down again, the old man continued to ask: "As the Director of the Defense Department, you should know that this order is unconstitutional."

"Yes, I know." Matsumoto also lowered his head, and the two of them stood together, like convicted criminals.

"Did you admit that you did not fulfill your duties in this incident?"

Matsumoto raised his head and said, "Before I admit it, I need to determine what the responsibilities you mean?"

The old man sneered: "It's so shameful. Do I need me to remind you of this? You have not rejected the Prime Minister's proposal, you have not protected your people."

"I admit the latter charge! As for the previous one, I don't admit it." Matsuda just finished saying this, and boos rang everywhere in the audience.

"Do you think the Prime Minister's orders are not harmful to the people? Or do you think that if the situation like yesterday happens again today, you will still do the same thing as yesterday?"

"No, I won't." Matsumoto replied. This answer finally made the questioner a little satisfied, but then his words were unexpected to everyone. "I will not ask the Prime Minister again, I will launch missiles before!"

"Crazy, our votes are all exchanged for a group of madmen!" On the audience stage, someone finally couldn't help but take off his shoes and threw them in the direction of Matsumoto. This action quickly became contagious. In front of Matsumoto and the others, the shoes were piled up like a hill.

Although the motion had to be temporarily terminated due to the riot, the result was already guessed by the fool.

...

When the explosion sounded, Liu Yan, who was watching TV with headphones downstairs, did not notice the sound, but she could see the water cup on the table trembling violently in the shaking of the building, shaking waves of ripples.

"Earthquake?" Liu Yan's first thought was this. She took off her headphones and was about to run to the door. However, she saw Lin Quan's closed room door and thought he was sleeping. She quickly went back to knock on the door, and shouted at the same time: "The earthquake has been made! The earthquake has been made! Lin Quan, get up quickly."

Lin Quan quickly opened the door, and his earphones were also hung on his ears. He didn't hear the explosion, but Liu Yan's shout was particularly clear.

When the two went out to see what was going on, a policeman in uniform saluted them at the gate: "Sorry, we are doing an exercise. Please stay at home and cooperate."

The two of them seemed to understand and closed the door. Liu Yan muttered, "What kind of exercises are going to be done in broad daylight? It's more fun tonight."

Lin Quan did not react. He returned to his room and was about to continue reading the e-books on his laptop. The chaos just now slightly interrupted his thoughts. As he was about to sit down and continue, he heard Liu Yan's second scream in the living room: "Ivan! Why are you here!"

"Why, don't you welcome me?" Yifan glanced at Lin Quan who had just come out and talked to Liu Yan.

"Welcome." Liu Yan pulled the bench for Yifan, then came over with some gossip, "Hey, I heard you have a quarrel with Sister Xue?"

"Yes, we have some differences on some issues." Ivan replied, talking to Lin Quan again, "I'm reading a book again."

Lin Quan nodded and was about to say something, but Liu Yan quickly snatched back: "I heard that you withdraw your investment from the foundation? Then can our service station be opened in the future."

"I don't know this. Zhao Zhenxue should be responsible for the foundation now, but I think that with Zhao Zhenxue's personality, he should continue to handle it. Why, why don't you ask her about these questions?"

Speaking of Zhao Zhenxue, Liu Yan hesitated for a moment, with a look of worry on her face, but she still secretly said: "Last time Sister Xue asked us to go to the headquarters for a meeting, and I saw that her face was not very good. She... She also asked us to avoid contact with you. I heard that the service station will have to change places in the future. What happened to you and Sister Xue? The relationship is so stiff, it seems like there is a deep hatred."

"It's nothing, she just couldn't think about it for a moment," Ivan comforted, "It's good that she's going to think about it in the future. By the way, are you very idle during this period? You have something to ask you for help."

"It's about marriage." Liu Yan glanced at Yifan and hit the nail on the head.

"Yes, I may be very busy lately. I can't take care of some things for a while, so I have to ask you to help you. The main thing is the arrangement of the home. I'm not very good at these. This is the key to the home."

Yifan handed the key to Liu Yan, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said, "Oh, by the way, you all heard the movement just now?"

"I can't hear this yet, that's not a fool." Liu Yan smiled, "You can't just react. I asked just now, and the police at the door said it was an exercise... Speaking of which, I almost forgot. There were police officers at the door just now, and I sat here all morning, how did you get in."

"Exercise? Oh...what do they say?" Ivan smiled and said nothing more. The concept of the country in this era far exceeded his expectations. The official statement was easy to gain the trust of others. Ivan had no intention of causing trouble. He originally wanted to apologize for this trouble, but now it seems that there is no need for this. The government departments are quite reliable and even have excuses prepared for him.

"Don't break the topic and honestly explain how you sneaked in." Liu Yan bit the problem and didn't plan to let go.

"Well," Yifan pondered for a moment, "Have you heard of superpowers?" Some questions have to be faced all the time. Judging from the current form, it will not take long for you to hide them, so why not just talk about them all with ease.

"You won't tell me that you came in with your superpowers, right?" Liu Yan looked at Yifan and joked.

Yifan nodded, but Liu Yan sneered: "It's out of date, uncle, have you also watched that Japanese superpower video online..."

"I'm really," Ivan repeated again.

But Liu Yan and Lin Quan just looked at him and smiled, and no one took it seriously.

"Then you can perform a show too." Lin Quan said casually.

"Do you want to watch?" Yifan looked at Lin Quan, who nodded: "Just take the space in the performance video, my laptop is in the room..."

"Is this?" Before Lin Quan finished speaking, Yifan had an extra notebook in his hand. Lin Quan recognized the one he had formally, and the screen was on, showing the novel he was reading.

But Lin Quan still walked into the room in disbelief and confirmed it. When he walked out, his eyes had changed when he looked at Yifan.

"This is impossible!" Lin Quan carefully recalled the details of the process just now, but he had no idea. He thought this should be a clever magic trick, "How did you do it?"

"You ask me?" Ivan shook his head and chuckled "How do I know."

This answer made Lin Quan frown, but Liu Yan didn't care about this. At this moment, she was covering her mouth exaggeratedly, trying not to let it scream: "You...you are really..."

"Yes, I'm really," Yifan sent a message to Liu Yan, "as if you're fake."

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