I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2677 - 1664: The Yangtze River Flows Eastward

The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward.

The waves wash away the heroes.

Success and failure become nothing in the blink of an eye.

No matter how unprecedented or unmatched, it will eventually turn into a handful of yellow earth.

The same holds true within the borders.

Overseas is no exception.

A bullet traced a simple and fluid trajectory and penetrated the right temple of the Japanese Prince.

A person’s wealth, social status, and noble lineage may differ, but there is one aspect that is absolutely fair.

That is, whether a humble peasant or an emperor or general, everyone only has one life.

Once someone dies, it is impossible to be resurrected. This is true even for Emperor Shi, a unique figure throughout history, let alone a small prince from a tiny land.

Very well then.

This is truly the tragedy of a venture undone halfway through.

He had just stepped onto the stage, barely had time to perform, and was neatly taken down by a single shot.

No follow-up shot was even necessary.

Of course, the shooter didn’t get away; he was apprehended on the spot. All those present were taken away for questioning by the enraged police department and Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Let’s not even say that the victim was a distinguished Prince.

Brandishing a gun and committing murder in broad daylight, even if it were just an ordinary person, like dust in the wind, in a city like Tokyo, it would still be explosive news.

Especially since it took place at the Yasukuni God Toilet, a landmark with special political significance!

An utter disgrace!

Damn it!

If one had to find some silver lining in misfortune.

The fortunate aspect amid the unfortunate is that the target was only Prince Wataru Tetsuya. Otherwise, given the situation at the time, Fujiwara Clan Leader, who was just steps away from Prince Wataru Tetsuya, might also have been caught up in the incident.

A Prince being assassinated only tarnishes one’s reputation.

But if the head of the Fujiwara Family were killed, it would surely shake the entire government and opposition!

"I hope you weren’t too frightened."

An official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs personally escorted him.

As a witness and the person closest to Prince Wataru Tetsuya during the incident, Fujiwara Takuya was certainly asked to return for questioning as well.

Fujiwara Takuya was very cooperative, speaking without reservation, and didn’t complain after spending two hours there, even expressing understanding by saying, "Thanks for your hard work."

The high-ranking official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs sighed deeply; at that moment, he could not even muster a perfunctory smile. He said heavily, "We haven’t had such an atrocious event in Japan for many years."

Atrocious doesn’t begin to cover it; it’s downright shocking!

No matter how diminished the Imperial Family becomes, it still represents the face and totem of the nation!

This shot was aimed not just at the head of Prince Wataru Tetsuya, but at the entire Yamato ethnicity’s honor!

"The Emperor and the Prime Minister have already issued orders for a thorough investigation."

Fujiwara Takuya nodded calmly.

"Regarding today’s events."

The official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs paused, "I hope you don’t disclose this outside."

His status was too high to be held, but not all the other witnesses were so lucky.

Until the truth is uncovered, or the high-level authorities develop a unified response plan, these people won’t be allowed to go around spreading the news.

Fujiwara Takuya responded lightly, "What about my sister? Should she not know about this either?"

The official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs instantaneously fell silent, his gaze wandering, not even daring to meet Fujiwara Takuya’s eyes.

The upper echelons of Japan all know.

The Fujiwara Family is about to make a matrimonial alliance with the Imperial Family.

The peerless beauty of the Fujiwara Family is about to marry, causing countless people to secretly beat their chests and feel envy and jealousy.

And now.

Prince Wataru Tetsuya is dead.

Which means.

The rare beauty from the Fujiwara Family, even before getting married, has now become a... widow.

The official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs found himself unsettled and, realizing himself, noticed that Fujiwara Takuya had already walked towards the waiting motorcade. He hurriedly said:

"Take care."

The motorcade started.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, inside the car window, Fujiwara Takuya’s face was half illuminated and half shadowed, his thoughts racing.

The tragic and restless image of Wataru Tetsuya’s death remained vivid.

Who could it be?!

The gunman was arrested on the spot, and his identity was swiftly uncovered — neither an assassin nor someone tied to power, but a civilian.

Indeed.

A civilian.

More specifically, an unemployed recluse, twenty-five years old, with almost no social life, living off a small inheritance left by his parents, with the only hobby being 3D printing research.

The bullet that Wataru Tetsuya caught with his head was fired from a toy crafted on a printer by this man.

What an innocent "accident" it was.

Within the moving scenery outside the window, Fujiwara Takuya picked up his phone, dialed a number, yet didn’t speak immediately.

"Brother?"

The information blockade was effective; seemingly, Fujiwara Reiki hadn’t received the news, perhaps still immersed in the joy of soon becoming a princess.

"Where are you."

"In Yokohama. Brother, did you want to see me?"

Fujiwara Takuya responded with a hum, knowing better than to expect any hints of suspicion over the phone from so many years as siblings, "If you have time, come back to the ancestral home once more."

"Can’t you tell me over the phone? If I come back now, it’ll be evening by the time I arrive."

She could still laugh.

It seemed she really was unaware.

"It’s better to talk in person."

Fujiwara Takuya said, "I’ll wait for you."

He couldn’t hear any clues from his dear sister’s voice, but Fujiwara Reiki picked up on his heaviness.

Fujiwara Reiki said nothing more.

"Alright, see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Fujiwara Takuya slowly put down the phone.

"Clan Leader, is there something strange about Prince Wataru Tetsuya’s death?"

Even puppets have confidants.

Since before the passing of Fujimura Yu, he was the sole heir of the Fujiwara Family.

Supported by.

The final node.

To fail at the last hurdle!

It’s all thanks to the grace of my esteemed mother.

"A homebody, upon hearing that the Imperial Family would be visiting the Yasukuni God Toilet, took his printed gun and waited there, killing a Prince he probably didn’t even recognize. Do you think this was an accident?"