Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Anger surged in his body like a tide, and the drowsiness of waking up in the morning was washed away.

Nakai Ichiro stared angrily.

Staring at the arrogant person who committed the act of arrogance and disrespect.

That is the position that symbolizes the highest power in the entire country.

That is his position as the leader of the country.

No one can blaspheme him.

present.

Decades to come.

Only he, Ichiro Nakai, is worthy of this position.

He didn't know where this inexplicable guy came from, and he didn't know how this arrogant guy broke through the layers of defense of the prime minister's mansion to come here and why this guy could sit here safely, even in the face of him. The leader of the country still didn't show the slightest timid expression.

He is rock solid.

It was as if that position really belonged to him.

Nakai Ichiro called for guards.

Armed guards.

The moment I rushed into the office.

The majestic killing intent filled the entire space.

And just as Nakai Ichiro was complacent and complacent, he was thinking about how to put this guy on the charge of death.

Everything in front of him was extremely reversed.

The guards with live ammunition turned around after a moment's delay, and pointed their black muzzles at him.

Nakai Ichiro was furious.

He scolded all the guards.

He threatened to send all these guys to prison.

But no one cared about his words.

All the guards looked at him indifferently.

There seemed to be countless cold and sharp knives in the eyes, which might roar out at any time.

Nakai Ichiro panicked after a brief absence.

Unconsciously.

Everything has changed drastically.

Everything in the past seemed to have disappeared, or it could be said that everything in the past was just a dream.

He is no longer a high-ranking leader but just a soft-spoken guy.

On the other hand, the person sitting under the banner is the real leader.

Calm in the face of danger, unruffled, and with a cold and hard breath, all proclaimed his supreme majesty.

Nakai Ichiro stared at him.

He clearly saw that scarlet eye, the dark red blood surging in the pupil like a tide, and there was also a black spinning sword engraved in the pupil.

Unparalleled power emanates from it.

Just taking a look at it seems like I'm going to fall into it completely.

No matter how much he roared and shouted in his heart, it was useless.

Ichiro Nakai lost control of his body.

It is so clear in my heart.

But he could only watch helplessly as he continued to fall into the abyss.

after that.

Even his consciousness was dragged into the abyss.

His arrogance and obsession all disappeared at this moment.

Sinking into the dark world for thousands of years.

time to return to reality.

Everything is only in the blink of an eye.

Ichiro Nakai breathed desperately. He pressed his chest and pressed against the wall, sweating profusely and exhausted.

He braced himself not to fall.

The guards standing with guns also knelt down at this moment.

One by one is like being deprived of consciousness and spirit.

Nakai Ichiro looked at them tremblingly.

want to say something.

But I don't know where to start.

Hesitating.

Hesitant to speak.

His expression was terrified all day long.

He finally looked at the strange man under the banner with trembling eyes.

The scarlet eye had been covered with a white bandage.

this will.

Nakai Ichiro saw his face clearly.

getting older.

Creeping a little wrinkled.

His face was cold and stern.

Just like a poisonous snake.

"You...who are you..." Ichiro Nakai asked at that time.

The whole person is trembling.

It's not like a seasoned politician who has been fighting on the political battlefield for decades.

Primal fear has crushed his self-conceived calmness to pieces.

"You can call me Kimura. From today onwards, this country is under my control, and you are still the prime minister in name, you can enjoy the treatment of more than ten thousand people, you are still surrounded by stars, and you are invincible. You don't have to worry about politics anymore. I will remove all obstacles for you, you just need to be your puppet quietly and be driven by me." The guy who called himself Kimura said coldly.

Nakai Ichiro listened.

Heart full of unwillingness and aggrieved.

Along with it comes fear.

Who is he.

He is the highest authority in the country.

After countless ups and downs and undercurrents, he stood on this supreme position stepping on numerous bones.

But right now, such an inexplicable guy who is playing weird tricks wants to completely deprive them of all this in just a few words.

Make him a puppet.

It's just idiotic dreams.

Nakai Ichiro has never been weaker than anyone in his life, and no one can make him bow his head. He wants to dominate everything about himself, and at the same time, he also wants to dominate everything in this country.

He did it.

Naturally, it won't be easy to let go.

Not to mention becoming a puppet of others willingly.

Nakai Ichiro wanted a stern rejection.

He didn't believe that the other party dared to attack him, the leader of the country. In that case, he would be hunted endlessly, he would have no place to stand in this country, and the days to come would never be peaceful.

No matter how weird and tyrannical an individual's means are, it is impossible to fight against a country.

And he, Ichiro Nakai, represents this country.

kill him.

It is tantamount to making an enemy of the entire country.

Nakai Ichiro thought that no one would be so stupid.

But he was wrong.

The guy in front of me is not stupid.

On the contrary, he is also a very clever politician.

And apart from that.

He also has power beyond imagination.

Enough to compete with the entire country.

The person who called himself Kimura stood up before Nakai Ichiro was about to spit out the words of suicide.

He walked slowly towards Ichiro Nakai.

At the same time, several withered and yellow branches spread out from his body, swimming like a snake, and finally pierced into the bodies of several guards.

The faces of all the guards changed.

The body trembled instinctively.

Other than that.

They don't make any other moves.

Collapsed to the ground.

Let the branch run wantonly in the body.

that's it.

When Kimura approached Nakai Ichiro.

The withered yellow branches inside the guard's body have broken through the chest and come out, and the dripping flesh and blood and the white ribs are exposed. The withered yellow branches are rejuvenated and become green and even verdant. The growth visible to the naked eye is spreading, and the source of their roots is It is the heart that keeps beating.

The blood was continuously drawn and turned into nourishment for the branch.

Soon.

The corpses of the guards were completely swallowed up, except for an empty skin bag, there were no other parts and components, and even the bones were sucked out.

As for the new branches that grow out, they merge together to form a lush canopy.

"You're new here. This is a gift from me. You should be a little leisurely and elegant. Let's water the trees in the future." Kimura walked to his side and said in a very calm voice.

It fell on Nakai Ichiro's ears like a bolt from the blue.

The words that had just entered his throat were swallowed back into his stomach abruptly.

What a terrifying method this is!

Everything that happened before and after was like a blazing iron, burning deeply in Nakai Ichiro's heart.

This is unprecedented experience.

A horror written only in mythology.

Right now, it really appeared in front of his eyes.

Unbelievable!

Simply incredible!

Everything is like a thunderbolt, completely breaking through the original world in Nakai Ichiro's mind and re-establishing a new and terrifying world.

He looked at the gloomy man in front of him.

The body trembled uncontrollably.

Approaching his side is like approaching a bottomless ice cellar. Wisps of cold air are exposed, running wantonly on the skin, pouring into the chest cavity and spreading all over the body with breathing, even the blood vessels are condensed. Ice scum.

"See you next time."

Kimura walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

Only Ichiro Nakai was left alone in a daze.

Solidified like a sculpture.

half an hour.

It was he who broke free from the abyss of fear, raised his eyes with lingering fear, and hoped that everything before was just a dream.

But the dense and blooming branches in front of me and the few dry skins rising and falling in the wind all prove that everything that happened in between is real, sharp and sharp.

Nakai Ichiro nearly collapsed.

Layers of dark clouds gathered in my mind and couldn't go away.

He turned away.

Run down the corridor.

Overlooking the entire Prime Minister's residence.

The previous figure had long since disappeared.

But Nakai Ichiro didn't feel relieved.

he knows.

He will definitely be back.

From the moment I met him.

He is destined to become the nightmare of Nakai Ichiro's life.

And this day.

It was Ichiro Nakai's darkest moment.

Nakai Ichiro leaned against the pillar, sweating all over his body, a poisonous snake-like chill clung to his spine, he took a deep breath, the dry and cold air was like countless sharp needles piercing his chest.

Nakai Ichiro shivered silently.

When I froze in place.

His secretary came downstairs holding a pile of documents.

"Good morning, Prime Minister."

Nakai Ichiro was speechless.

When the secretary turned back to look at the office, he frowned, and then smiled slightly.

"Your Excellency is so elegant. There are so many green plants in the office, but there are too many, which take up too much space. How about I help you put them in the courtyard, and just leave one or two plants. I'll help you find someone to trim the rest." The secretary said slowly.

"Help me put them all in the garden." Nakai Ichiro let out a long breath.

No matter what, it is a foregone conclusion.

The wood is done.

Then he can only take one step at a time.

Since the other party wants him to be the puppet, then he should do it.

He is still prime minister, at least in name.

As for the countermeasures, Nakai Ichiro dare not even think about it now. The opponent has such powerful and weird means, I am afraid that he will not have any fear of him at all. I am afraid that ordinary people's attacks and even today's hot weapons will not be able to deal with him. pose any threat.

There is only one life.

an inadvertent.

It may be lost forever.

This is the reason Ichiro Nakai has experienced for so many years in the political world.

.......

What brought Nakai Ichiro back to reality was the roar of thunder outside the window.

The horrific electric light illuminates the chaotic and noisy world.

The wind and rain crashed into the field of vision.

He slowly sat up against the head of the bed.

There was no one around.

He gets out of bed.

Pull out the light.

The white light illuminates the dark environment.

open the door.

It is a huge hall.

Still empty.

The wind lingers here, whimpering, giving people a chilling feeling.

Nakai Ichiro remained expressionless.

He has long been used to the life of such a person.

As the prime minister, he was unmarried at this age, and naturally he would not have any children.

It was originally scheduled.

He is planning to marry Mr. Suzuki Yu Suzuki's granddaughter as his wife this year.

The other party is nearly thirty years old.

Although I am nearly 20 years older than her.

But the feelings in the political world are always so cruel.

Half of the credit for being able to take office is due to my teacher Yu Suzuki, who is the former leader of the Progressive Party and the previous prime minister of this country.

Whether it is connections or power at hand, it is unique in this country.

In the political world, it can be said that he has the right to call the wind and call the rain.

In order to consolidate their position.

The love of politicians is never free.

They chose to marry for the purpose of joining forces and binding each other to their chariots.

Naturally, after he came to power, he couldn't cross the river and demolish bridges. After all, Yu Suzuki is the second-in-command of the Progressive Party even now, and has unimaginable strength in the political world. Without his support, it would be extremely difficult for him to be re-elected to the next term.

Marriage with him is also a drama that has been arranged long ago.

for these.

Nakai Ichiro didn't care.

Insensitive even.

Since the beginning of politics, Nakai Ichiro has fully realized that people can’t help themselves in this world. Many things are not what he wants. , not to mention that he is just a puppet now, a tool man controlled by Kimura.

Nakai Ichiro brewed a pot of good tea for himself.

Looking at the steaming teacup.

He sighed.

Since Kimura appeared.

His prime minister's life can be said to be unprecedentedly aggrieved, which made him feel extremely tired. Sometimes he didn't even want to be this shit prime minister anymore, and just thought of handing it over to the leader of the Democratic Party, Ueno Qiang. It is a relief for the country and for himself, the best of both worlds, but a factor that cannot be ignored hangs above his head like a sharp sword that can cut off his head at any time.

Kimura.

Ichiro Nakai knows too many secrets about him, from his unimaginable strength to his roots to the recent disappearances across the country.

Nakai Ichiro knew what was planned behind this.

As the head of state of the entire country, he is monitoring everything in this country all the time.

How could he not know what Kimura was doing behind the scenes to kidnap people everywhere.

The most desolate place on the border.

There has been a lot of construction recently.

An extremely mysterious giant factory was built.

And there is also a special railway, which transports things there day and night.

And the organizer of the project's reporting content is synonymous with the organization.

Kimura once said.

No one, including him, the Prime Minister, is allowed to get involved in the affairs handled by him and the root organization.

Can't even ask a question.

Nakai Ichiro knew what Kimura was doing, so he could only let it go.

He has been able to live well these years entirely because of his status as prime minister.

Once this identity is lost.

He is afraid that he will disappear in this world without anyone noticing immediately.