Physician’s Odyssey

Justin read the headline news several times, feeling proud, the doorbell rang, and the wife walked over and glanced at the monitor LCD screen, and found that the other person looked strange and asked suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"My name is Shalit, and I want to see Mr. Justin." The young man in a navy blue suit pleaded solemnly.

"Husband, a young man named Shalit wants to see you." His wife walked to the restaurant and said softly.

"Sharit?" Justin frowned. Among the people he knew, only Huntelaar's son was called by this name. What he wanted to do, "Let him in, let me change my clothes. Help me entertain him."

Justin is a person who pays great attention to details. He is trusted by Martial and is the successor that Martial focuses on training.

Shalit quickly walked into the house. He could see that he was well-educated. He kept his eyes level and didn't look at everything in the house everywhere. Although he was very young, his expression was calm and calm. He looked like an elite cultivated by a big family.

Justin changed into a formal outfit and walked out and shook hands with Shalit, "It's nice to see you."

Shalit smiled back, "It's nice to meet you, dear Justin."

Much more polite than your father, Justin came to this conclusion after observing Shalit.

The wife brought a cup of coffee, Shalit got up and thanked him. After he took a sip, Justin smiled and said: "You should know that your father, Mr. Huntelaar, and I are not the same people. You come to me, This makes me feel strange, because it goes against common sense."

Shalit put the coffee cup on the table and his expression became serious: "If I tell you, I have a way to make Huntelaar lose the hearts of the people, can you help me?"

Shalit's words surprised Justin, because it is completely against common sense.

After a while, Justin laughed blankly: "You are Huntelaar's son, why do you want to deal with him? This makes me very puzzled. Because in my impression, Huntelaar has always had a happy and happy family. He is very I love my wife, that is, your mother, Ms. Didina. As for you, isn’t it also full of paternal love? Let you go to the best school, provide you with many stages, and make your mark. You are now a lot of South African youths Idol."

"That was just a disguise." Shalit let out an angry growl from his throat, obviously very excited.

"Oh? I can hear the true evaluation of him from your mouth. I am very shocked and curious." Justin continued quietly. In fact, he knew that Huntelaar was a good showman and often took his wife with him. Attending various occasions, creating an image of a good man who loves his wife very much, and thus won the support of many people.

This is also Huntelaar's targeted attack on Martier, who has three wives and has been criticized.

Shalit’s eyes showed firmness and slowly said: “If I provide evidence, I hope you can promise me one thing. I want to stay away from this country and find a quiet and suitable place to live and spend time with my mother. After that time."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Justin’s mouth, “It seems that Huntelaar is definitely not a good father and husband. Okay, I promise you. You can go to any country you want, but you have to make sure that the evidence given to me is enough Huntelaar, who has always regarded himself highly, drank a pot well."

Shalit took out a document bag from the bag he carried with him, which contained many photos and documents.

Justin's eyes fell on a photo, showing serious consternation.

The woman in the photo is Di Dina, her face is full of scars, her eyes are hard to open because of bloodshot, and there are blood stains at the corners of her mouth, where she looks like a lady.

Justin picked up another photo, Didina stretched out her arm, her skin spattered and it seemed to be a trace of being beaten by a whip...

"These are Huntelaar's masterpieces?" Justin looked at Shalit in disbelief.

A look of sorrow appeared at the corner of Shalit’s mouth. In front of Justin, he took off his outer suit, unbuttoned his neckline, exposed his upper body, and pointed to the scar on his chest. “Yes, this is also Huntelaar’s brutality. There is no evidence of humanity. Whenever it is late at night, after drinking, he will use a whip to beat his wife and son. Because he feels that this is the way he can release his inner pressure."

Justin swallowed and spit, and said in a deep voice, "What a tyrannical, inconsistent guy."

"I need your help, as long as you can help my mother and me escape his control, I am willing to pay any price." Shalit suddenly knelt towards Justin.

"Don't worry, this information is enough, and Mr. Martial will let Huntelaar suffer the consequences." Justin quickly helped Shalit up and said confidently.

Half a day later, an explosive news exploded in South Africa's political arena and soon spread throughout the country.

Huntelaar’s wife and son publicized Huntelaar’s image in the family, cold-blooded, arbitrary, and even from time to time domestic violence, and his approval rating dropped all the way.

For politicians, approval ratings represent rights.

Although Huntelaar issued a statement that this was a malicious smear of his rival Martial, the public expressed confusion. Even his wife and son could be bought off, which shows that Huntelaar's character is indeed not bad.

All in all, Huntelaar's defeat is set.

...

As Huntelaar’s confidant, Mudy’s life in South Africa is very nourishing. The garden in his home is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Huntelaar’s approval rate was tragically affected by Waterloo and also affected Mudy, which meant he lost With the greatest backing, the abundance in front of him is likely to become a mirror image, so his mood is very upset.

"Mr. Nicholas is here." The security captain lowered his voice.

"Please come in!" Miudi said in a displeased tone. He knew that Nicholas' arrival might be the beginning of a dispute.

After a while, Nicholas walked in with a sullen expression, "As for our cooperation, you must give me an explanation."

Miudi poured him a glass of wine and said regretfully: "Mr. Huntelaar has failed. We have lost a lot of ground. Therefore, your company's plan to fully enter the South African medical system may be withdrawn."

Nicholas frowned. He was in a good mood. He did not expect to be poured cold water by Miu Di. He frowned and said, "Mr. Miu Di, our group has invested billions of dollars in South Africa to build pharmaceutical factories and establish marketing channels. Now follow me. Is it too late to say this?"

Miudi sighed, shrugged helplessly, and said indifferently: "Now Martial has regained the support of the people, the Ministry of Health has replaced the main person in charge, and Mr. Huntelaar has suffered heavy losses. Some Chinese pharmaceutical groups have already I started to contact the Ministry of Health, and Ferrer Pharmaceuticals was not under consideration. What I can do now is to tell you the news."

Nicholas' eyes were full of anger. He hated dealing with these niggers the most, because the promises of these people were completely unreliable and they were used to turning back.

Nicholas stood up angrily and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I can only admit it, I hope you can do it yourself."

Ferry Pharmaceuticals suffered a big loss and will fall into an embarrassing situation in South Africa in a short time.

Miudi continued to taste the red wine. When Nicholas left, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Don't think you are on two boats, I don't know. Ferry Pharmaceuticals has invested so much in Gough and Huntelaar. Now that Martial has regained control of power, you have exhausted all your institutions, and you have gained nothing. Only now will you become anxious!"

Miudi is a smart man. He knows what he should do now. He had designed his own way after Huntelaar's collapse as early as a year ago.

He has multiple nationalities and all his relatives have moved abroad, so he can change his identity and live a fairly happy life.

Suddenly he found the transparent glass, a red light flashed, and a warning sign flashed in his heart, and he leaned down quickly, and a bullet accurately hit the chair he was sitting on.

Miu Di put the table in front of him and shouted loudly: "Here you are!"

Miudi has many enemies, so he arranged enough security forces in his house.Not long after, the bodyguard rushed over, and in the direction of a house on the opposite bank, he drew his handgun and started to fight back.

On the roof of the villa on the opposite bank, there was a man squatting about 1.75 meters tall. He was holding a Luger M77 manual rifle and fired 30-06 Springfield rifle bullets. After one shot missed, he lightly He breathed out lightly, did not lose heart, and started aiming again.

Under the protection of two bodyguards, Miudi began to evacuate into the house, and after a few seconds, he was able to escape to a safe area.

A bullet was fired again, accurately hitting the back of Miu Di’s head, bursting out a bloody arrow, the bodyguard was frightened and hurriedly fell to the ground, after a few minutes, the bodyguard slowly got up, looking at his own The subject of protection has lost signs of life with a helpless look.

The sniper’s marksmanship was accurate and his mental quality was excellent. After the first bullet missed, he quickly shot the second bullet and hit the target.

After seeing the sniper, he quickly sorted out the scene, because the police would be here soon. It took him ten seconds or so to put the things in a black bag, and then quickly walked downstairs.

There has been an army green off-road vehicle waiting for a long time. The man in the driver's seat has an oriental face with a cigarette in his mouth. He smiled and joked: "Boss, your first bullet habitually fell through. ."

Facing the team members' ridicule, Jiang Jing didn't feel annoyed at all, and said calmly: "Leave the scene quickly. If you get caught by the police, it will be very troublesome."

The subordinate stepped on the accelerator and the off-road vehicle whizzed away. The police arrived at the scene after ten minutes, and then more reinforcements arrived. The red and blue police* lights flashed continuously, and the police pulled up the yellow cordon.

However, this is destined to be an unsettled case that ends without a disease.