Around 6:30 a.m., downtown Kyoto.

Many citizens who had just fallen asleep were awakened by the sudden appearance and louder and louder noise, which soon spread to every corner of the city.

The torrential rain, which lasted until the early hours of the morning, finally stopped, and the sky-high fire was finally extinguished, and the earth-shattering explosion no longer tormented people's ears and hearts.

Only the flood that spread to every corner of Kyoto City, although thousands of powerful pumps pumped it all night, have not completely subsided, and the water on the streets is still more than 20 centimeters. Countless branches and trunks, countless critter carcasses, countless construction waste, and rotting garbage washed out of the sewers floated on the water, and the whole city seemed to sink into a filthy, sewage-ridden slaughterhouse that emitted a foul stench.

But that didn't stop the fanatical crowd from getting out of their homes and taking to the streets for the heart of Kyoto.

Many frightened citizens, when they opened their homes with cringe early in the morning, were surprised to see that the streets and alleys full of stagnant water were already crowded at this time, and groups of people lined up in neat and tidy ranks one after another, and under the leadership of the leader of a white headband with a bright red color in the middle of the headband, like a woman's aunt's scarf, holding all kinds of slogans in his hands, waving his arms excitedly, shouting all kinds of slogans in his mouth, in the flood of less than half a small leg, Trek forward with difficulty, one foot deep, one foot shallow.

The stinking yellow flood rippled around their bodies, pounding their bodies, but no one cared. The talkers' eyes were full of enthusiasm, the slogans in their mouths became louder and louder, and their steps became more and more determined. It's like a pilgrimage, heading in a certain direction.

I don't know what happened on that long night that just passed, and I don't know who actually launched such a horrific attack. Like they didn't know, in the past week. How many mysterious figures are moving around the entire empire, how many legislators who are usually high-ranking have received a letter with conclusive evidence of their past crimes, and how many councillors have received mail packets with bullets or even bombs. It's like they don't know how many agents have been recalled to the country in the past month to conduct extremely secret investigations. It's like they don't know that in the past two years, they have seen as the most tough and best leader of the empire since the war, Shinzo Kishisuke, and his cronies. How many secret talks and plots have been conducted, how many international and domestic topics have been created, and how many media have been mobilized to direct public opinion in the direction they want.

They only know that today is a historic day that will determine the future direction of the empire, and it is a crucial day that will determine their future fate.

Because, their destination. It is the Imperial Diet building located in the center of Kyoto. Today, there. The 475 members of the House of Representatives will give final consideration to a bill.

New Security Bill!

The new security bill, which consists of the International Peace Support Act and the Peace and Security Legislative Establishment Act, as well as the Armed Attack Act, the Defense Forces Act, and the Neighborhood Act, has been passed by the House of Councillors. And today, whether this bill can be passed in the House of Representatives and become a permanent law of the Empire, according to the provisions of the Imperial Constitution. It will determine whether the Jeppen Empire can become a normal country with a normal army and the right to war. In order to pass this bill, last year, Prime Minister Nobuzo Kishi did not hesitate to use the privileges granted to him by the constitution to forcibly dissolve the House of Representatives.

This time, he's bound to win!

This thing. It can be said that it is one of the most eye-catching focuses of international politics at present, not only the neighboring Republic of Chakna, the Federation of Gaulla, and the Federation of Souss, which are closely watching the countries with historical feuds, but even the Commonwealth of Minia, the most traditional ally of the empire, as well as the Luo-European Alliance and the Anglo-Irish Federation, which are far away from the continent and oceans, are also closely watching every move of this New Year, collecting every piece of intelligence and clues related to it.

It can be said that if it were not for the sudden launch of a huge anti-terrorist war by the Republic of Chacna on the western border, today's Kyoto Diet Building would have become the sole focus of the whole world!

And when the city of Kyoto is suddenly hit by a large-scale terrorist attack of unknown origin, what will be the fate of this bill?

The major television stations, which have interrupted their normal television programs, have turned their cameras on this decisive event.

"The Empire does not be a second-class citizen of the world—"

"Don't be a second-class citizen!"

"Lifting the ban on the right to collective self-defense—"

"The right to collective self-defense!"

"Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor—"

"Hooray!"

On the television screen, wave after wave of frenzied crowds, led by the organizers, frantically shouting slogans, whizzed through the waterlogged streets.

A middle-aged reporter appeared in the picture, and it was none other than Masayasa Murayama, the most ace reporter of Asahi Sankei.

His face was shining, and he was wearing a crisp suit, but the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a sparse chest hair, which showed a rare bit of wildness under his elegant appearance.

"Everyone knows that yesterday, the city of Kyoto was attacked by a massive military attack, but thousands of people still took to the streets to participate in the historic moment that will determine the future of the empire!" Murayama Masashi shouted loudly into the microphone in his hand, "This can only show that our people are extremely united, and their roar represents our hearts!" ”

Masasa Murayama made a deliberate gesture to adjust his mood and make himself appear as objective and fair as possible—this was an action he had already planned—he stretched out the microphone in front of a young man walking by, and asked loudly, "What are you participating in such an event today?" ”

The young man, wearing an aunt's scarf-like headband on his head, waved his arms and shouted: "I want the members of Parliament who exercise legislative power on our behalf to understand our ideas and make reasonable decisions!" ”

"And what do you think?"

"We protest! Our Yuhe nation is the greatest nation in the world, and our Jeppen Empire is the greatest country in the world, our economy is prosperous, our technology is advanced, our industry is strong, and our people are rich. But! It seemed that because of the rare interview with the biggest media, the young man's face was flushed with excitement, and his voice became higher and higher-pitched, almost squeezing his throat and roaring, "Why do we want to be second-class citizens?" Why can't we justify even the most basic army? This must change! ”

"Then you participate in such an operation, and you are not afraid of being targeted by certain countries. Become the target of their strikes? ”

"I'm not afraid!" The young man raised his head high, "We are righteous, for a better tomorrow for the empire, in order to restore the glory of the empire, I am willing to sacrifice myself!" Long live His Majesty! Long live the Empire! ”

"Long live the Empire!" The people around cheered one after another, and shouted together, screaming wildly into the sky.

Murayama Masashi is extremely disdainful in his heart, damn these brainless young people are easy to deceive, and guide a few words casually. Let their blood boil and be moved by themselves, I'm afraid they don't know whether they want to believe what they say or not. However, Masasa Murayama did a good job of demonstrating his true thoughts, and sighed with a deep look on his face, "How good it is! Who says our youth are the decadent generation at home? Who said that our youth is a generation corrupted by anime and small movies? No, they are the tomorrow of the empire, they are the hope of the empire! ”

Following the back of the young man just now, the cameraman gradually lengthens the focal length of the lens. Squat down slowly, using an upside shot. The back of the young man is getting taller and bigger.

"Now, let us use all our bodies and minds to listen to the cries of the people, listen to their voices, and feel the surging public opinion!"

With the commentary of Masamasa Murayama, the director in the studio. Quickly switch the picture to several other high poles, and the quasi-more and more noisy crowd gradually enters the TV camera, and finally, merges into a vast picture. The image encompasses the square kilometers around the Capitol building, full of people, waving arms and slogans, and crowds of people shouting slogans frantically.

"Unbanned, unbanned!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire! ”

The loud and frenzied sound soared into the sky, making everyone who heard it change color.

At the same time, almost all TV stations were repeatedly broadcasting similar, even identical, images, and almost all TV hosts and reporters were shouting hoarsely. No one knew that in fact, in some places, there were quite a few groups of people, waving completely opposite flags and shouting completely opposite slogans to express their opposition.

But not a single reporter interviewed them, not a single camera was pointed at them, not a second of footage was left for them. Their voices were deliberately muffled compared to the overwhelming voices of support. However, they still walked forward firmly, but their voices were so weak, and their figures were so lonely and helpless, like a small raindrop on the turbulent sea, which was quickly annihilated without even turning a ripple.

In a corner of this huge and noisy city, an old man was pale, his fists were clenched tightly, the green tendons on the back of his somewhat thin hands were bulging, his mouth was tightly pursed, his teeth were clenched, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth.

Behind him was a closed door, and outside the door, two sturdy men in black stood.

Staring at the picture on the TV screen in front of him, the old man's eyes were sprayed with angry flames, and it took a long time before he gritted his teeth and highlighted two words.

Originally, as a senior host of a major TV station, he originally planned to pour out his true voice to thousands of people in today's program, reminding them not to fall for those far-right politicians. However, just when he was making all the preparations, the door of the house was suddenly violently pried open by the man in black outside, and then he was taken to this secret location to "be investigated" on the grounds that it was a ridiculous and unwarranted "transfer of interests"!

And as far as he knows, there are several other colleagues who have the same view as him who suffered this fate this morning. So, what I saw was this cookie-cutter TV show, the same picture, and the same shameless rhetoric!

This is a naked conspiracy! What exactly do certain politicians do? What road are they going to take to this country that has just been peaceful for decades!

"I protest! You are trampling on the people's lord and trampling on the freedom of speech! The old man shouted angrily. But no one paid attention to him, and the two black-clothed men outside the door looked at each other, shook their heads, and then closed their mouths again, carrying out their duties as guards with expressionless faces.

"The Lord? Talking about the "self" reason? In a well-defended room in the same building, a short and fat man who observed the old man's every move with video surveillance sneered contemptuously: "It's hard for you, an old fellow, who has been a media for so many years, and you still don't understand that the media is just a tool used to fool the people?" also said that "on the freedom of" reason, it is really an old thing! ”

Humpty Dumpty sneered, how much effort did he put into creating the current one-sided public opinion situation? Fortunately, the plan was carried out perfectly, and even the ancient republic seemed to be very cooperative, and even sent special forces to attack Kyoto at this time, which is simply a powerful excuse to send to the door, with its own sophisticated arrangement, plus this excuse, today's bill will definitely pass smoothly. I will also leave a lot of marks in the history of the empire, and maybe in the near future, I will be promoted from deputy minister to minister and smoothly enter the cabinet!

"Bang!" The door was pushed open, interrupting his infinity YY, and the confidential assistant stumbled in, his face pale, he gasped heavily, and stammered: "Second Adult, something happened......"

Loud voices from all corners of the city, converging and stirring, clearly entered the interior of the Capitol through the closed windows. Some people's expressions became more severe, while more people showed joy that they couldn't hide.

And Shinzo Kishisuke, who was sitting in the VIP lounge, waiting for a speech and being questioned, finally showed a tired smile on his square face, which could not hide the gray color no matter how much makeup he put on.

……

The clock, quietly pointing to eight thirty. A crisp bell rang, and the speaker of the House of Representatives called the meeting open and asked Kishi Shinzo to make a speech and be questioned.

It was not a closed-door meeting, and the issue was so important that the Parliament gave special approval to televised the entire decision-making process. So, whether at home or on the street, supporters and opponents, everyone at the same time, turned their eyes to the TV screen, held their breath, and waited for the speech to begin.

The hustle and bustle of the city became silent for a moment, and the only sound of footsteps coming from Kishisuke Shinzo as he walked down the corridor leading to the conference hall was heard.

The sound was very soft, but it seemed to be very heavy, and every time it hit, it seemed to hit people's hearts...... (To be continued......)