252: Chapter 252 He Deserved to Be Struck by Lightning

Qinling Command Center.

In front of the big screen, Director Li Guoan and the members of the expert group were collectively speechless.

After a brief silence, a mountain-shaking, sea-tsunami-like cheer erupted.

"Hahahaha! Nicely done! Now this is the right picture!" Zhang Yunhai slammed a fist on the table, his face flushed with excitement.

Sun Feng pushed up his glasses, the corners of his mouth unable to stop curling upward.

"Watanabe Jie's blood pressure must be soaring to 200 right now. If it happens again, there's a 90% chance he'll explode from rage."

Many young Assistants were laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out.

"This kind of 'physical correction'... scientific! So scientific!"

Pan Yu maintained her elegance, with a smile on her lips.

"I have to say, Comrade Little Chen is truly a talent."

Director Li Guoan took a deep breath. Although his face remained serious, the relaxation and pride in his brows could not be hidden.

...

On the other side of the ocean, The Pentagon, the President's Office.

The atmosphere was the exact opposite.

On the screen, the image of Watanabe Jie's distorted face being slapped by a tennis racket was too impactful.

President George's face was ashen, his fists tightly clenched.

Secretary Holman's eyes were nearly splitting, almost spitting fire.

"What... what the hell is going on?!"

George slapped the table, making the coffee cup jump.

"What are those idiots in Japan playing at?! Is this a coup? Or a damn assassination?!"

"Mr. President, currently all intelligence is in a state of high chaos," Ambassador Johnson reported with difficulty.

"We are urgently contacting the Japanese side, but their lines have been busy."

"Busy?! Do they think a global live broadcast is a joke?!"

"Tell Watanabe Jie he'd better give me a reasonable explanation! Otherwise, we will re-examine our alliance with Japan!"

George roared. If he could, he really wanted to go to the scene immediately and ask what on earth was happening.

He couldn't understand.

A Prime Minister of a country, on the most important occasion, being slapped in the face with a tennis racket by his own security personnel?

This was simply the biggest joke on the international political stage!

...

At the scene, at the entrance of the Shinto Shrine.

The flashes from the global media flickered like madness.

The cheers, curses, and protests below the stage had completely vanished.

Everyone's eyes were wide, and their mouths agape, doubting if they were hallucinating.

"Be good, repeat after me: I am a dumbass." Kuroda Ryuji's tone even carried a hint of "it's for your own good" mercy.

Watanabe Jie's cheeks were already swollen, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He was angry, ashamed, and terrified, but because of the massive impact, his head was buzzing.

His body swayed, nearly falling over.

Finally, several security guards who had come to their senses rushed forward like madmen and pinned Kuroda Ryuji firmly to the ground.

"Baka! You lunatic!"

"Grab him! Arrest him immediately!"

Kuroda Ryuji was roughly restrained, and the "tennis racket" in his hand fell to the ground.

The six opportunities had been used up; no one noticed that it turned into points of faint light and completely dissipated.

Everyone's eyes were on the Prime Minister's face, which had swollen like a pig's head and was extremely distorted.

That expression, filled with humiliation in anger and confusion in pain, looked worse than if he had eaten feces.

But he was not "restrained."

Watanabe Jie barely managed to support himself, took the towel handed over by a subordinate, and crudely wiped the blood from his face.

"Damn it... it really hurts too much..."

He bared his teeth and cursed in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the escorted Kuroda Ryuji, wishing he could grind his bones to ashes.

"Lock him up! Investigate! Conduct a thorough investigation! Find out exactly what is going on with him!"

Watanabe Jie roared, trying to make his voice sound majestic, but he couldn't hide the trembling.

He forced himself to recover a bit of decorum and struggled to stand up straight.

The global cameras were still pointed at him.

He knew that countless eyes were watching him at this moment.

He couldn't panic, absolutely couldn't panic!

"Everyone... quiet!" Watanabe Jie took a deep breath and roared with all his might.

"The Memorial Ceremony... continues!"

He looked around, attempting to reclaim his dignity from those shocked, confused, and even slightly mocking eyes.

Then, he slowly turned around and, surrounded by security personnel, walked toward the interior of the Shinto Shrine.

The crowd became noisy again, discussing the unexpected scene from just now.

Some even boldly speculated that something might have happened between the Prime Minister and the security guard's family.

Otherwise, how could this happen?

A cuckold plot—that would be too reasonable.

Everyone thought this farce was finally coming to an end.

Just as he stepped into the Shinto Shrine's gate and his figure was about to disappear from sight—

A grand, majestic, yet unquestionable cold voice suddenly came from the sky.

That voice did not come from any audio equipment; it seemed to penetrate the air, penetrate the soul, and explode in everyone's ears.

It carried an ancient rhythm, like a morning bell or an evening drum, clearly entering everyone's heart.

"Watanabe!"

It was a slightly stiff but forceful bit of Japanese.

Immediately after, as if the words carried the weight of law, the entire space froze.

In the sky, the originally clear sun was actually obscured by a thin layer of dark clouds.

Within the dark clouds, purple lightning could be seen moving faintly, letting out low rumbles.

An indescribable sense of pressure descended like something tangible.

Outside the Shinto Shrine, the crowd that had just become noisy quieted down again.

Everyone looked up at the sky, their eyes full of confusion.

The media reporters were even more at a loss, their cameras waving around aimlessly, capturing this sudden anomaly.

Watanabe Jie's body suddenly stiffened.

The step he had just taken was as if nailed to the ground.

He jerked his head up, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

That voice—he had never heard it before.

But the pressure contained in that voice made him instinctively tremble.

Like an ancient immortal or god descending to the human world.

"You shall... for your crimes..."

That voice sounded again, this time clearer and colder.

Purple lightning leaped in the dark clouds, as if adding a prelude to this sentencing.

Watanabe Jie's face turned pale instantly, and he subconsciously looked at the security personnel beside him.

Only to find that everyone was like him, stiffly looking up at the sky, the expressions on their faces a never-before-seen fear.

"...pay the price!"

As the last word fell, it was like a great bell, shaking heaven and earth.

The next second, a blinding purple light, like a giant sword tearing through the sky, struck directly from the depths of the dark clouds!

It didn't strike the crowd but accurately landed on the Giant Stone Monument at the entrance of the Shinto Shrine, which was regarded as a "spiritual symbol" by Japan's Right-wing!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar, accompanied by dazzling electric light, instantly submerged the giant stone.

Stone fragments flew, and dust soared into the sky!

When the light dissipated and the dust settled slightly, everyone saw.

That Giant Stone Monument representing the so-called "Yamato Spirit" had been split into pieces by that purple lightning descending from the sky!