"The Chinese version of THAAD's live-fire tests have failed continuously. It is reported that in the second test yesterday, two kinetic energy interceptor missiles missed the target.
Since the first test last week, the PLA has launched four interceptor missiles in just half a month and only one hit the target. This success rate has no actual combat deployment value."
"The spokesperson of the Chinese military refused to disclose the cause of the failure and stated that similar tests will continue. According to analysis by US military personnel, China is still at an extremely early stage in high-altitude anti-missile testing, and such intensive testing will not bring much results.
"
"External media have generally expressed concerns about the Chinese military's insistence on conducting missile interception tests. This may trigger a new regional arms race and intensify military tensions in Northeast Asia."
Recently, the news in the international community has been dominated by the news of the Rabbit family's anti-missile test. Zhou Qingfeng went to Japan to escort the second batch of products restricted for export, but saw a series of news about the failure of the test in the media.
The Yomiuri Shimbun, Asahi Shimbun, NHK, Yahoo Japan and other media were overwhelmingly promoting it, making it difficult for Zhou Qingfeng not to read it. However, this was all failed news, so some people kept cynicizing in front of him.
"Lin Sang, what do you think of the anti-missile test conducted by your country?"
"It is said that you will conduct more experiments. Isn't this too reckless?"
"The Americans have spent twenty years on the anti-missile project, and they failed more than ten times before they had a reliable success rate. You are too impatient to launch continuously like this."
The person who said this nonsense was Hashimoto Jiro. Zhou Qingfeng could not avoid this guy if he wanted to engage in smuggling. In order to avoid trouble when he came to Japan, he usually stayed at his house.
But Mr. Hashimoto wonders if he feels particularly comfortable with Zhou Qingfeng. Although he seems polite when interacting with other Japanese, he is so prejudiced that he likes to talk nonsense.
Current affairs news is being broadcast on the TV in the living room. The host invites a group of so-called commentators to discuss the issue of "Chinese anti-missile missiles". The Japanese side's point of view is very clear - this technology is too difficult, just like using a bullet.
Go shoot another bullet. Only the United States has this ability.
Regarding Hashimoto Jiro's words that looked like a discussion but were actually sarcastic, Zhou Qingfeng could only roll his eyes and said that he would not comment. In the end, 'no comment' made Hashimoto Jiro a big winner, and he happily poured it into his mouth again and again.
After a few glasses of wine, we danced and sang Japanese songs.
"Crazy, our anti-missile failed, why are you happy? You Japanese don't even have the ability to engage in anti-missile." Zhou Qingfeng comforted himself in his heart, but this miss was really uncomfortable.
While singing and drinking, and drinking and singing again, Mr. Hashimoto was so drunk that he fell to the floor with a plop. Looking at him sleeping soundly, Zhou Qingfeng let out a long sigh, feeling relieved at last.
"Lin Sang, I'm sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of Jiro." Kyoko, who was sitting on her knees and bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, was extremely sincere.
"It's okay. I think Mr. Hashimoto must be under too much pressure at work. It's okay to let off steam and vent." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand. He couldn't argue with a drunkard.
"No, you must apologize. Because this is really rude." Kyoko knelt forward, touched her forehead to the ground, and prostrated and cried, "Please punish me, no matter what the punishment is."
Nani..., that's not necessary! I'm just a little angry, but this guy Hashimoto is deliberately looking for trouble. What the hell does this have to do with punishing you?
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand, but he saw Kyoko, who was wearing a kimono, gently untied her belt and half-tied off her clothes. This lady's skin was fair and her jade peaks were faint, which was really alluring.
"I know that as a Chinese being ridiculed by the Japanese, I must be filled with resentment. A person of Lin Sang's status will definitely feel uncomfortable. Please don't suppress it and vent it all on me." Kyoko looked at Zhou Qingfeng sincerely.
.
"Madam, this is not good!" Zhou Qingfeng repeatedly resisted, but it was hard to refuse the kindness, so let's go!
After a night of sex, it seemed to be of some use, and the depression he had held in last night disappeared. Zhou Qingfeng even felt a little embarrassed when he saw Mayor Hashimoto the next day.
"Lin Sang, I'm really sorry. I was too rude last night." The sober Japanese were still very polite. When Hashimoto Jiro woke up early in the morning, he seemed to remember his bad attitude last night and quickly apologized to Zhou Qingfeng.
"It's okay, it's okay. I also made something wrong, and I would like to ask for your understanding, Mr. Hashimoto." Zhou Qingfeng also bowed his head and apologized. After all, he was quite happy last night.
So the two men buried the hatchet and laughed away their grudges. Until the mayor came home from get off work in the evening...
"Hahaha..., Lin Sang, China's third anti-missile test failed again today. What do you think?" Jiro Hashimoto ran back from outside carrying a wine bottle, his hair disheveled and quite drunk.
Mad hysteria.
I go……!
Zhou Qingfeng had a cold face and resisted the urge to blow the opponent's head with a punch. Didn't we agree to just smile and forget the grudges? There's no end to this for you!
But Jiro Hashimoto really didn't let Zhou Qingfeng go. He laughed and pulled him to turn on the TV, pointed at the TV news that was playing and said: "Look, today China conducted its third anti-missile attack. It launched two more interceptor missiles."
, still missed the target.”
Hahaha... Zhou Qingfeng looked unhappy and continued not to comment, but he was so angry that he had the intention to kill. However, Hashimoto Jiro started singing and dancing again. They started performing Noh drama today. Finally,
He got himself drunk again.
So Kyoko immediately knelt down and came over..., "Lin Sang, I'm really sorry! Jiro is not like this usually. This must be because he is under too much pressure. I know this is very rude. If you have any anger, don't suppress it in your heart. Please...
…, punish me.”
So they had sex all night again, and the next day...
"Lin Sen, I'm so sorry. My behavior last night was really shameful..."
"It's okay, it's okay, we all have something wrong, and I also want to apologize to you."
Men, don’t be so petty, right?
Abandoning family and state affairs, focusing on wine and sex, it is rare to be confused, it is rare to be confused!
A person must be happy..., so Zhou Qingfeng put all his worries behind him!
The day passed peacefully.
But at night, Hashimoto Jiro came back with his hands full of laughter and like a madman. Before he entered the house, he heard him shouting outside, "Lin Sang, China's fourth anti-missile test failed again today. What do you do?"
What do you think?"
Zhou Qingfeng looked silent, then watched Mr. Hashimoto singing and dancing, doing what he had done in the past two days again, and finally fell drunk.
Kyoko knelt over with an extremely apologetic expression, "Lin Sang, I'm really sorry..."
"Stop!" Zhou Qingfeng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he raised his palms and shouted: "Stop talking, my anger level has reached MAX, please take off your clothes quickly."
Another night of sex, and early in the morning on the third day. Mr. Jiro Hashimoto, uh..., he didn't go to work today, so he slept in and didn't get up to apologize.
On the other hand, Zhou Qingfeng crawled out of bed with a sore back, twisting his neck and waist, feeling that his body was hollowed out. At this time, his phone rang, and Xiao Jinlang called and said in slang: "Lin Sen, your hand
Is there still the last batch of goods in there? We want to add some ammunition."
Zhou Qingfeng was very angry when he heard that. The domestic anti-missile failures continued, causing him to suffer in Japan. While he had to suffer from Hashimoto Jiro's jealousy, he also had to be squeezed by Kyoko. He couldn't help but ask.
Said: "I asked you, can your anti-missile defense be more reliable? Is it fun to fail every day?"
"Failure? No!"
"It is reported that China's anti-missile tests have continuously failed to hit the target. Isn't this a failure?"
"We use the American 'THAAD' system to intercept our own medium-range ballistic missiles. If we don't hit it, we call it a success, right? How can we say it's a failure?"
"Ah..., that's it!" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a long time, speechless, "What you said makes sense, and it's hard for me to refute it."