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When Andy's private aircraft landed at the airport, far away from a European French court, in 2004 the French prosecutor's office received a report that a number of French dignitaries had set up secret accounts with the Bank of Luxembourg Mingxin and that the trial for the laundering of illegal commissions collected for the sale of weapons was drawing to a close.

Helmut, a prominent journalist in the European edition of Newsweek, is quickly typing into his notebook, recording the details of the trial, and returning to sort out an excellent story.

“Bang-bang--”

The hammer struck, and at the end of the trial Helmut did not get up, but continued to focus on typing, leaving people in the hallway around him, and at a time when there were fewer and fewer people, a black leather notebook was suddenly placed on his laptop.

Helmut looked up at each other angrily, but saw a fast-paced back, a camel trench coat and a silver hair.

“Hey, that gentleman, you... ”

Helmut had some unexpected discoveries that his call did not stop him, but rather accelerated his steps and quickly disappeared at the exit of the Tribunal. Helmut hurriedly stood up and chased him out, standing at the door, where he could find anybody else.

He couldn't help but frown, looked down at the black leather notebook in his hand, looked at the edge of the wear and tear, his whole body was stiff, his sweat exploded, his eyes glanced left and right, and found that no one was paying attention to him, which was why he squeezed the notebook in his hand and ran back to the courtroom, hurriedly packed up everything on the table and quickly left the courtroom.

“Bang!”

A glass of brandy was drank up by Helmut sitting in the corner of a bar, his cup resting on the table, his eyes glowing with some kind of anticipation, his fingers trembling open the clasp of a black leather notebook, flipping open the notebook with excitement.

“Hiss--”

Helmut's eyes widened, his body trembled backwards for a breath of cool air, then his fingers shook and continued to turn the next page, the more he looked at the heart shock, the faster his heart beat, the shorter the 23-page content, made Helmut sweat on his forehead and back, some of his hard swallows spit, poured himself another glass of brandy and sipped it.

“Cough... ”

Pressed choking hard cough, poured another drink, pressed shock, calmed down, replaced by excitement and excitement, just 23 pages short, is definitely a nuclear bomb that can trigger an earthquake in the entire French political arena.

This is a private note documenting what happened between 1998 and 2003, including the bombing of xing scandals by many French leaders, including DU sucking, illegal xing, extortion and corruption.

These revealed in greater detail the many rhythms of incumbent President Old Sa, details of former President Theon's plastic surgery in Canada in 2003, and the chaotic privacy of former Prime Minister Leonel.

If the contents were all true, in order to cover up what was happening above, these big men would definitely do whatever they can, thinking about it, knowing the dark side of the world, Helmut immediately got vigilant, looked around, buckled his notebook, put it in his pocket inside his suit, quickly put on his trench coat, grabbed his briefcase, and after checking out, took a taxi and went straight to the French branch office of Newsweek.

“Hoo--”

Matthews, the head of the French station of Newsweek, closed the notebook, a long breath of turbidity, a red face, an excited expression, grabbed the notebook in his hand and looked at Helmut sitting across from him and said, “You really don't know who that man is? Didn't you see the look? ”

“No, the other person is quite tall, a gray hair, should be very old, only saw the back shadow, the other person is not even going to look at me, editor-in-chief, what should we do next? We don't report?” Helmut frowned and recalled explaining.

“The content is extremely credible. After all, some of it has been reported, but it has been denied, but it is very detailed. It is absolutely recorded by the relatives, and possibly even by the agents of the intelligence services. You know that when Old Sa took office as President of France, the General Intelligence Agency was dismissed by him and a new agency was established, possibly by those who were kicked out of the service by Old Sa. It is not difficult to speculate that it is too detailed, even their xing habits, and this is definitely the handwriting of the intelligence services.

Looks like someone's trying to use us to fight back against the Luxembourg Mingxin Bank case. ”

Mathis laughed at himself and his eyes grew brighter, saying to Helmut: "This has gone beyond what we can make a decision. After all, several of them are now members of the core French leadership, the most detailed of which is the President, who must report to the Great BOSS, and only he can make that decision. ”

“That's what I thought.” Helmut said with a stern expression.

As for whether Big BOSS would be scared or scared, they never thought about it, you know that the political bull who got pulled down by the big boss is not one or two anymore, not even the American ones, he would be scared of the French? Don't make fun of him.

However, after all, it is important that they, as subordinates, cannot bequeath and must report to Big BOSS. As for how Big BOSS decides, that is not what they can question. Anyway, since they can send it to Newsweek, they can also send it to other media, and their Newsweek will only miss an opportunity to increase sales if they don't report it.

Washington, USA.

Andy had just finished a wonderful lunch that Li Wanqing had specially prepared for him, drinking coffee and chatting with Li Wanqing. Li Wanqing was holding a digital camera that Andy had brought with him from time to time, and he kept looking at Little Laura and smiling happily.

“It's so long and beautiful, I really want to hug... ”

“Oh, the point is that the genes are good, her mother is a big beauty, I'm a super handsome guy again, and there's a problem with little Laura if she's not pretty.” Andy stinks and brags in disgrace.

Li Wanqingbai glanced at him without a good smile: “Son of a bitch, your face is getting thicker and thicker. The Smith man, oh, really... ”

Speaking of which, Li Wanqing's face changed slightly, and then he stared at Andy with a cold light in his eyes, looking at him a little hairy in his heart, before hearing Li Wanqing ask with some uncertainty: "Do you think your father... ”

“Cough, I promise, my dad is honest! Really...” As soon as Andy heard about it, he snapped the iron and answered.

“You promise?” Li Wanqing looked good, then frowned and looked at his son curiously and asked.

“Cough, I sent someone to watch him... Don't laugh, and, remember, keep your mouth shut. Mom, I'm doing this for you, so don't screw it up! ”

“Giggle... Son of a bitch, it's Mom's baby son. That's okay. There's so much nasty stuff going on here. Everybody wears a few masks on their faces. Not for him. I moved back to New York a long time ago. ”

Andy looked at Mom's smile on her face and smiled slightly, as for how cheap Dad Auston felt, heh heh heh.

“Didn't I offer you another one? I wish I had a brother or a sister. ”

Li Wanqing glanced at his unhappy white son, but looking at the cute look of little Laura in the camera, he couldn't help but move.

“WewerebothyoungwhenIfirstsawyou... ”

Taylor's song sounded, Andy picked up his private phone beside him, looked down, frowned slightly, and said to Li Wanqing: "Mom, I'm taking the call. ”

“Well, go. ”

Andy took his cell phone and walked to the inner house, picked up the call from Paris, and when he saw it, he guessed something big had happened, and his subordinates bypassed the normal route and called his private number directly, which was certainly not normal.