Just when the world was being stirred up by a small island in the Pacific, in the Caribbean, in Havana, people here were still enjoying the bright sunshine and the pleasant sea breeze of the Caribbean as in the past.
"What a bad day!"
Oswald put his arm into the coffee cup and sat in the cafe, looking at the sea. It was already half past six in the evening, and the setting sun had already dyed the sea red.
"Today is another peaceful day, no big news, no big events!"
"Hey, my friend, this is Cuba, this is Havana, how can there be any big events?"
Battier shook his head and took a sip of coffee.
"Here, we just need to enjoy the tropical sunshine, and of course, the passionate women. This is common sense, my friend."
"Forget it," Oswald took one last drag of his cigarette and put out the cigarette butt.
"I plan to have a good sleep tonight and then wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, there may be big news."
By the time Oswald got home, it was already past 10 o'clock in the middle of the night. When he stepped on the old-fashioned apartment stairs, he always remembered the creaking sound. When he walked upstairs and went home, he could smell a smell when he opened the door.
Musty smell.
After Oswald came to Cuba at the beginning of the year, in order not to attract the attention of the outside world, he lived in an apartment like this. Most of the people living here were "new immigrants" like them, but they had different social characteristics from ordinary immigrants.
, with a literature degree from the university, he found a job in a newspaper and became a reporter.
What next?
In the past six months, he has become an excellent reporter.
Oswald stood in the darkness for a while, and then he looked out the window at the late passers-by on the street. Then he went into the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of rum. Next to the sink, there was a glass of rum from the day before.
The newspapers were just thrown there so casually.
Oswald picked it up and returned to the living room, where he read the newspaper.
There was a lot of news in the newspapers, but there was only one news that could attract Oswald - His Excellency Wang Youling, former associate minister of the Executive Yuan of the Ming Empire, will visit Havana in the near future.
Looking at the news in the newspaper, Oswald's eyes changed somewhat, but as he looked at it, the newspaper slipped from his hands and fell to the floor.
Just like that, I don't know how long it took until the next day, in the early morning sunshine, Oswald was alerted by the quarrel coming from next door.
Oswald was not interested in the quarrel between women and men at all. He picked up the newspaper from the floor, read the news on it, and said to himself.
"Okay, this is the time!"
Half an hour later, Oswald arrived at the newspaper office. As soon as he entered the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief stood by the door and shouted.
"Oswald, come here."
After he entered the office, the editor-in-chief said to him.
"Oswald, your article calling for resistance to the infiltration of Ming capital was so good that it caused a sensation throughout Cuba. Of course you also know that because of this, the associate minister of the Ming Empire also came. I
It’s about my ex,”
The editor-in-chief's voice was a little proud, he looked at Oswald and said.
"After he arrives, you will interview him on behalf of the newspaper. Of course, you will not be alone, but in the lobby of the dock. You know, we need first-hand information. Do you know how to get big news?"
"Editor-in-Chief, I know I will ask some very tough questions!"
Oswald said with a smile.
"Believe me, editor-in-chief, you will get big news!"
When he walked out of the editor's office, Oswald felt that happiness had come so suddenly, and everything went smoothly beyond his imagination.
Two months ago, he published an article in a newspaper accusing the capital of the Ming Dynasty of invading Cuba's sugar industry, and called on local Cuban businessmen to unite to resist the capital invasion of the Ming Dynasty. What then?
He successfully instigated people's resistance to Ming Capital, which of course prompted the associate minister's visit.
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Okay, the plan is more than half successful!
That morning, Oswald went to the telegraph company to send a telegram to his companion in Peru.
"The mouse has entered the cage."
"Rat" was Oswald's code name for Wang Youling, and it was also the name of their plan, "Rat Hunting Plan." In Oswald's view, Wang Youling was a rat who stole their wealth.
On the morning of August 18, the dock in Havana seemed very lively. Senior officials from the Cuban colonial authorities and representatives of overseas Chinese came to the dock to greet the former associate minister of the empire.
Even if he is visiting in a private capacity, as a former associate minister of the Ming Empire, he is naturally highly regarded. In addition to the governor and other senior officials personally greeting him, reporters are also arranged to interview him in the customs hall. In short, the standard of hospitality is sufficient.
It's even a bit "exceeding the standard".
Amidst the music played by the military band, when Wang Youling, the former associate minister of the empire, stepped off the cruise ship, Arsenio Martinez Campos, the colonial governor, personally greeted him, and the two had a warm and friendly exchange.
Although Wang Youling's Spanish is not very fluent, it still does not prevent him from communicating with the other party.
While they were communicating enthusiastically, the Secret Service agent following Wang Youling looked around cautiously, as if nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
The Imperial Special Service Bureau is responsible for providing personal security to important officials. Even though Wang Youling is a retired high-ranking official, there are still two agents to protect his safety. When he travels abroad, the Secret Service sends two more security guards.
Agents, their eyes scanning the welcoming crowd, seemed to be trying to identify those who posed a threat.
Obviously the senior officials of the Cuban authorities are not among them, and the overseas Chinese are also safe. Then there are the reporters. Those reporters seem to be taking photos crazily there. It seems that for them, nothing is more important than recording all this.
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The reporters are also safe, as long as they don't get too close to the front. While the agents were analyzing the security threats of the crowd present, Oswald, who was squeezing among the welcoming crowd, had already squeezed into the front row, staring at ten people.
Wang Youling was a few meters away. His eyes became colder and colder. His cold eyes stared at him like that.
It was this mouse that took away everything that belonged to him!
Now, it's time to avenge all the dead Chileans!
When the former associate minister came over, he casually picked up the Seagull Camera, pointed it at him and pressed the camera's shutter...