Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 622 - 620: This Pig Has the Potential of a Great Emperor

In this world, there's never been a smart person who can keep everything completely under control.

Any plan, any situation will encounter unexpected events; true intelligence lies in setting a broad strategic direction, and the remaining details rely on adaptability.

Therefore, even if something far beyond Kochou's expectations occurs, as long as the main strategic direction remains executable.

She will not show any panic, her delicate features full of calm control.

Kochou steps forward gracefully, smooths her cloak to ensure no wrinkles, and sits down unhurriedly.

The conference room is equipped with air conditioning, the cool air sufficient to dispel the heat of cloak and dress combined.

She looks at Walter in front of her, smiling: "It's been a while, Commander Walter has completely transformed from his initial naivety, now looking more dignified as a commander."

Upon hearing her compliment, Walter's corner of the mouth slightly lifts, his serious expression softening a bit: "Madame Kochou, let's keep our small talk to a minimum.

Given this current situation, how do you intend for our Seventh Fleet to cooperate?

I must warn you, if you intend to wage a large-scale war, the higher-ups are unlikely to agree."

After speaking, Walter's expression tightens again, becoming very serious.

The Seventh Fleet has the capacity to suppress all Self-Defense Forces of Japan, but they will not do such a thing.

The reason is simple, the cost and reward are simply disproportionate.

Currently, the major strategy of the United States is to seek stability, to focus as much energy as possible on the Noah's Ark plan, conducting scientific research and pursuing longevity.

Not to mention, the Shadow Emperor resides in Mexico, greatly restricting America's external military deployments.

Even though America's own defense isn't greatly affected by the Shadow Emperor, Air Force One's Nett still instinctively chooses to recall some stationed U.S. Army, strengthening homeland defense forces.

Apart from some overly extreme individuals, most American top officials hold this goal and attitude, even party disputes have turned to one trying to be conservative.

One wants to be even more conservative, directly reverting to American isolationism, ignoring the fate of any country outside America.

Even in the Middle East, Russia, America chooses to hold back fully, expecting America to fight another big war for Kochou is obviously impossible.

If a small-scale war can solve the problem, they wouldn't mind fighting for Kochou.

After all, if Kochou comes to power, it also aligns with American top officials' expectations for Japan.

"Rest assured."

Kochou smiles lightly: "Funahashi cannot represent the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force, only the First Division, and his allied Lieutenant General, that is, the commanders of the Third and Sixth Divisions.

The rest are merely acquaintances. As long as we execute a decapitation operation against him, naturally we can quell the unrest."

Walter is not a fool, he doesn't swallow the big pie she draws, but cautiously says: "The key is Emperor Shinjin, if he governs there, even if you return, how can you take control?"

"Then let the Imperial Household disappear."

Kochou says such words casually, she has long been discontent with the Emperor's family.

Though many politicians enshrine the Emperor as a mascot, for hundreds of years the Emperor's power has been overshadowed by various powerful officials, used as a legal basis for their rule.

The public has long been accustomed to the Emperor's dignity, but Kochou despises it.

The Angel Envoys—fine, America, Russia, those countries are too strong, it's unavoidable to have their leaders above her.

But domestically, she won't allow commoners to be above her.

Kochou also isn't sure how long she will live in the future. Within a limited time, she naturally hopes to become the most revered person in the country.

If the Emperor doesn't come forward, Kochou really doesn't have any excuse to deal with them, if they do, it's just right to send all seventeen members of the Imperial Household away.

Later, she alone will have the highest status and power in the country.

Walter is slightly shocked: "Aren't you Japanese very reverent towards the Emperor?"

"Anyone obstructing my path to authority, even the Emperor, must die."

Kochou's expression is calm, but her tone reveals firm determination, she even has the plan in mind, "For this matter, I need the Seventh Fleet to deploy troops for assistance, fabricate Funahashi's failed coup.

In despair, he sets fire to the Prime Minister's residence, causing the unfortunate demise of the Imperial Household."

She knows well, the best course of action against the Emperor is not to have locals do it.

Long-term propaganda has made the national sentiment towards the Emperor quite inherently close.

Kochou fears unexpected incidents if she uses her own people, so she might as well use Seventh Fleet personnel instead, foreigners don't hold any filters towards the Emperor.

"Execute Funahashi, then liquidate the commanders of the Third and Sixth Divisions, integrate the forces of the three divisions under my control, then make it clear to the other Self-Defense Forces commanders that I'm satisfied, urging them to abandon armed resistance, domestic tranquility will ensue."

She is highly confident, seemingly able to subdue the rebellion within an hour.

Walter falls into deep thought, the use of troops is not something decided impulsively.

If they truly intervene, victory must be certain, losing would harm America's prestige.

Since the Gulf War, America's reputation of winning battles may easily be shaken.

Kochou doesn't rush either.

She sits there, outwardly still full of confidence, inwardly somewhat uneasy.

At this moment, if America doesn't intervene, it's challenging to stabilize the situation.

Even though she had eighty percent confidence, she felt a little uncertain about the remaining twenty percent; she couldn't end up wandering overseas, living a wealthy life on a yacht villa, free from worries of food and clothing.

What she desired was supreme power, not a life of drunkenness and luxury.

...

The air in the meeting room fell silent, and amidst this unsettling quiet, a sudden breeze brushed against Kochou's cheek.

Whoosh, the distinct sound of the wind echoed at the doorway, drawing Walter and Kochou's attention to its source.

A blonde man seemingly appeared out of thin air, standing at the door, wearing a black vest paired with golden leather pants, his exposed arms showcasing muscular contours.

"Dio!"

Kochou's breath hitched, her eyes revealing clear shock, her expression complex, flashing with surprise, joy, and anxiety in an instant.

She truly feared at this moment the other party might drag her as a sacrifice to ascend to Paradise.

Walter inhaled sharply, his nerves so taut that every fiber of his being was tense, nearly reaching for his gun, yet reconsidering, realizing his sidearm would be useless against Dio.

He could only resist the urge to grip his gun, staring at the man before him, a heavy oppressive feeling enveloping his heart, making Walter feel as though he might be unable to breathe.

This was Dio!

One of the most powerful known Angel Envoys, with a terrifying oppressive aura.

Walter's pupils dilated, the fear of having one's life entirely in another's hands, at the mercy of a casual move from the opponent, made his skin crawl.

Aozawa glanced around.

This mother-in-law of his was indeed resourceful.

He had already grasped the general situation; his appearance now was merely to lend some support to his future mother-in-law, "It seems you're encountering a bit of trouble."

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in the meeting room.

The worry in Kochou's heart was suddenly overwhelmed by a strong sense of reassurance; it was incredible, but the other party possessed such immense energy.

Without exaggeration, even if Dio pointed at a pig and told the world it had the potential of a great emperor, perhaps that very day, that pig would be directly elevated to the position of Prime Minister by the members of the assembly.

In the eyes of the world, politics was complex and sophisticated, but that was merely the means politicians employed to maximize their own interests.

However, if there existed someone who couldn't be beaten, no matter what methods were used, it could render politics simple.

Dio possessed such power.

With just a simple statement, it was enough to make Kochou understand that her action this time was as stable as Mount Tai.

"There's no need to worry, I can handle these matters, they're not really troublesome."

She took a deep breath, striving to adjust her mindset, determined not to let any unnecessary feelings arise from temporary carelessness.

The other party cared for her merely out of concern for the conditions of friends ascending to Paradise being unmet, not from any benevolent intentions.

"Since you're so confident, then I'm relieved, goodbye."

Aozawa did not continue to stay here, and once again transformed into a slight breeze, dissipating back to that apartment.

He believed that with his endorsement, coupled with Kochou's ability, it was enough to handle the upcoming matters.

Aozawa left the meeting room.

Walter deeply inhaled and exhaled, touched his forehead, discovering it was already covered with sweat, even his nape felt chilly.

"Is this Dio? Truly terrifying."

"Commander Walter, what is your response?"

Kochou inquired, outwardly maintaining respect for him.

Walter didn't even need to think, nodding, "Madame Kochou, our Seventh Fleet will always be your most loyal ally.

Whatever you wish to do, do it to your heart's content, I will dispatch the most elite squad to assist you."

"I greatly appreciate your help, but there's no need to rush, I received news that Emperor Shinjin will host a banquet tonight for the Imperial Household at the Prime Minister's residence, including Funahashi being present.

This is a good opportunity."

Kochou smiled, now fully confident, she naturally didn't need to rush into action, she could wait a bit, until more people in the shadows revealed themselves.

Especially the forces that kidnapped Funahashi's family, Kochou already had a suspect in mind, not the financial giants of Wall Street, but rather India's Housing Economic Development Finance Corporation and the Black Cat Commando Team.

To be honest, this really was outside her expectations.

But observing their market attack on the Phoenix Academy Group, it made her understand their intention to directly use short-selling against the Phoenix Academy to shake Japan's stock market.

The timing and preparation were excellent, putting the Phoenix Academy Group in a passive position.

From a business perspective, Kochou naturally wanted a quick resolution, but regarding the Prime Minister, she needed to wait a bit longer, for a better excuse to settle accounts.

She raised her glass in front of her and said, "To our friendship, cheers."

"Cheers."

Walter raised his glass.