Israel, Tel Aviv.

After Julia came to power, she followed external mediation and officially signed an agreement between the two countries.

Cutting out the Holy City of Jerusalem.

Tel Aviv regains the status of the capital.

At night, the stars shine brightly.

Relevant personnel at the Prime Minister's Office are preparing documents, planning to address various cooperation talks with Japan, and how to maximize their own interests.

The people below are sweating profusely.

As the Prime Minister of a country, Julia has little to worry about.

With her mindset, handling various national affairs is clearly a bit beyond her capabilities, better to think about what pastries there might be on the plane.

Her ability to serve as Prime Minister until now without any mishaps relies on a good attitude of humbly listening to the opinions below.

Especially the Prime Minister's assistant Bibiyana.

Their overly close relationship has earned this person the nickname of Acting Prime Minister in the country.

But not everything between the two can be intimately connected.

"Are you sure there's no problem?"

Julia nervously rubbed her hands.

This idea of using herself as bait to catch Zionists wasn't her solution.

She didn't have the courage for it either; it was all pushed forward from below.

Actually, for her.

Whether Zionism is eliminated or not doesn't matter to her.

The key is to ensure her own safety.

Bibiyana stood in front of her, dressed in a neat silver-gray business suit.

The jacket is high and bulging, the silver-gray skirt and gray stockings below looking very matching.

She lifted her light-gold curls behind her ear and said: "Prime Minister, forgive my bluntness.

If you don't take the initiative, next time I may not have such good news channels to detect their plans to act against you.

I could persuade the civil servant system to support you, by promising them to definitely suppress that group of extremists.

If we can't suppress them, you and I will both die."

Julia showed a bitter expression and said: "Why does it have to be so cruel?

Usually, politics should be about mutual compromise and moderate competition."

"What you're talking about is general situations, this is different, they are extremists, especially Gideon, the former Ambassador to the United Nations."

Bibiyana held the documents, pushed up her glasses frames with her hand, and said: "He is an extremist among extremists.

Even the former Prime Minister was considered conservative in front of him.

If it weren't for the urgent situation at the time and the United States secretly supporting you, given Gideon's character, he'd have probably already staged a military coup.

You should be thankful for the sudden outbreak of the Otherworldly Expeditionary Force, otherwise, you wouldn't even qualify to be bait now."

Julia fell into silence.

No doubt, Bibiyana is right.

Back then, external pressure was too great.

The National Defense Forces were all twisted into one piece, integrated with the global Otherworldly Expeditionary Force.

This indirectly prevented the extremists from doing anything to oppose her.

"Alright."

Julia sighed deeply, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

She connected and pressed the speaker: "What's the matter?"

"Prime Minister, we just got news from Japan that Dio appeared in Tokyo and disclosed some situations concerning subspace.

Here's what happened specifically..."

After the Minister of Foreign Affairs babbled for a long while, he added: "Regarding specific details and how to respond, the Prime Minister of Japan said he hopes to discuss it with you face-to-face."

"Oh, I understand."

Julia rubbed her forehead with her hand, not expecting such explosive affairs to happen.

After the call ended, Julia looked up and said: "What should we do?"

"A meeting needs to be held here to discuss how to respond."

Bibiyana didn't rush to answer her question.

Julia hesitated slightly, then asked: "What will Gideon do when he learns about this news?"

"I think he won't change his plans."

Bibiyana directly interrupted the trace of luck rising in her heart with a cold tone, her eyes became sharper, like a teacher reprimanding a clueless student.

Political struggles are often more ruthless than common people think.

Especially fighting against those extremists, one must be more extreme than them.

Catch them, and one should kill the extremists.

Only dead extremists are the ones people can be assured of.

Julia sighed and said no more.

...

West of Tel Aviv.

Warm lights illuminate the courtyard outside, the swimming pool, and over ten luxury cars parked there.

Women and children were asked to go outside.

The snow-white living room was full of men.

Gideon sat at the head position.

He is 53 years old this year, has fought his way from a young general in the Likud Group to now, and has become the absolute leader within the party.

Even before the former Prime Minister hadn't sacrificed, he was regarded by domestic people as the most likely person to take over the Prime Minister position.

Unfortunately, at that time he was serving as a resident Ambassador to the United Nations.

Which allowed Julia, this woman, to ascend to the Prime Minister's position.

He has always been dissatisfied with Julia, especially holding a grudge against Julia cutting off Jerusalem.

Believing she is a traitor selling out her country just to please foreign interests.

Gideon genuinely believes that the Bible is Israel's deed.

Believes that they are the people chosen by God.

Believes that Jerusalem should belong to them.

Believes the so-called Greater Israel is God's will.

Regarding Dio who ascended to Paradise.

Gideon still thinks he is just a usurping False God.

The true God is the one and only, and cannot be Dio.

The facts also convince Gideon that he is not wrong.

He often bad-mouths Dio at home, yet never faces any consequences.

This implies the true God is protecting him, supporting his great pursuits.