"Hong Kong Daily News" was the first to attack, stirring up a new storm. The center of the storm was about whether the weapons that appeared in Hong Kong were related to the number one assassin in Southeast Asia and the Jungle Triangle or not.
The front page of the "Island Daily News" published the full text of the police chief and Wang Wei's answers to reporters' questions. It also published an opinion piece written by Yu Xiaoman based on Wang Wei's conversation, titled "Are the police authorities losing patience?"
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In his commentary article, the "Uncrowned King", the chief of the "Island Daily News", skillfully used Wang Wei's conversation to build a plank road openly and secretly cross Chencang. He seriously distorted Wang Wei's conversation and hinted to readers: The police and Wang Wei, the third-largest person in Southeast Asia,
A series of sudden attacks by an assassin and a former special police officer from the Jungle Triangle may have changed their tactics and they are losing their previous patience. Some of the black guns and bullets that recently fell into the hands of the underworld in Hong Kong may be related to those professional killers.
The end of the article said: "The police may already have some evidence, but cannot show it to the press for various reasons. The key person in obtaining this evidence is Wang Wei, the mysterious 'bodyguard.'"
Yu Xiaoman's article was undoubtedly an "atomic bomb". An explosive mushroom cloud rose over the island city, causing landslides, tsunamis, and billowing dark clouds.
Later, the press woke up first. Most newspapers published comment articles one after another, accusing the island city authorities of irresponsibly spreading rumors and having ulterior motives. At the same time, they sent many capable reporters everywhere to look for and interview him.
Wang Wei, investigate the truth.
What is surprising is that the "Daocheng Daily" and "Daocheng Xinsheng Daily" run by the mainstream of Daocheng have published intriguing articles one after another, neither admitting nor denying the accusations of various private newspapers? Regarding the recent black guns that appeared in Daocheng
Hei Dan hesitated, saying that there are three hundred taels of silver in this place...
As a result, Wang Wei suddenly became the center of the news storm again.
Xiong Yuanju, who was in the villa on the top of the mountain, was very angry about this. He and Wang Wei pointed at the nonsense newspapers and said that they would come forward to directly warn these lawless liars.
Wang Wei took it indifferently, sat on the sofa opposite Xiong Yuanju and smoked, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Why bother, don't worry, I will let them calm down."
"Okay, brother, you have to take care of these things by yourself these days. Don't worry about me. I will call you if something happens."
"OK."
In fact, what Wang Wei wants is this sentence from Xiong Yuanju, so that no matter what he wants to do, he doesn't have to say hello to Xiong Yuanju for everything, he just needs to do it according to his ideas and plans.
That night, Wang Wei sat in his office, staring at the starry night sky. The warm sea breeze blew in through the open window and brushed against his motionless cheeks.
On the desk were piles of newspapers from various newspapers that Ye Zhangjian had collected in the past few days. They published articles with various speculations and theories about these weapons. Some of them were like bombs, which exploded the thinking of Wang Wei, a former special soldier, into thousands of pieces.
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He knew that he should not complain to these members of the press, let alone get angry. What they wanted to say, what they wrote, and how they wrote it were just their business and had nothing to do with him.
As long as he ignores it.
In just a few days, Wang Wei's wounds on his body were basically healed, but the wounds on his mind were getting bigger and bigger. At this time, the light from the orange lamp on the table shone on Wang Wei's thinking face.
No one would believe that Wang Wei, who had an iron will and unyielding perseverance, was exhausted mentally and physically by this news storm and was helpless. All he felt at every moment was incomparable shock and anger.
No matter where he appears, there is always a large group of journalists following him for interviews, some of whom are not holding flashlights and cameras, but "swords from above" from the head of the intelligence and governance unit.
He turned to the director for help, and the director only had sympathy and understanding for him, without any substantive help, because even the director himself, no matter how powerful he was, could do nothing about the gossipy reports in the press. He could only ignore or laugh at them.
Just give it a wry smile.
He tried to contact Vice Minister Lu directly, but Vice Minister Lu and his wife went to the United States together on business.
Wang Wei knew that the most urgent task was to rely on himself. To deal with difficulties, especially against the professional killers such as Angdi, the number one assassin in Southeast Asia, and the Jungle Iron Triangle, no matter how crazy or brutal he was, he was not afraid, he just had to take action. But to deal with these entanglements
It's always difficult to talk things through and clarify certain issues with the press. What's more, he doesn't want to say anything now.
The key problem is that in the vast darkness, there is no glimmer of hope to get out of the desperate situation - to find the whereabouts of those behind the scenes and the missing Ang Di.
All we can do is wait!
Be anxious!
Secretly I also feel that it’s really fucking...
He tried to explain to the press that the weapons made by the United States and the United Kingdom that appeared in the island city had nothing to do with those countries and were not involved in the slightest. Those who were really involved were the number one assassin in Southeast Asia and the Jungle Triangle and those
The underworld figure who smuggles weapons behind the scenes.
If he explained it this way, the press asked him to provide evidence, but he couldn't.
So, now he still says nothing.
The focus remains on evidence, and evidence can only be obtained after the truth is established.
That means that we are currently taking the blame and struggling in the messy sewage under pressure to find a way out of the predicament.
He is not afraid of being destroyed. In order to fulfill the special powers and missions given to him by Deputy Minister Lu, for his adoptive father's lifelong efforts and for his younger brother's wish, he is willing to pay the price with blood, even if he ends up dead in the wilderness one day.
Shattered to pieces.
But he is absolutely unwilling to die taking the blame, unwilling to be manipulated and hunted by others at will, and unwilling to become a joke to those who are hiding behind the scenes.
"Damn it!" Wang Wei immediately focused all his anger on the beautiful female reporter Yu Xiaoman, wishing to tear this charming temptress to pieces.
Just at this time, Ye Zhangjian walked in.
"Boss."
"What's the matter?" Wang Wei withdrew his gaze and asked, trying his best to control the anxiety in his heart.
"Another group of people came, a large group of journalists," Ye Zhangjian said impatiently, "They said they want to see you no matter what."
"Tell them to get out." Wang Wei almost yelled, "Get out of the SWAT building immediately. I won't see you!"
"But, wouldn't this add fuel to the fire?"
"It's all those damn female reporters."
"She's here too."
"who?"
"That damn reporter."
"Yu Xiaoman?"
"right."
"Tell her to come in." Wang Wei stood up abruptly and pounded his fist on the desk.
"Okay, I'll invite her." Ye Zhangjian smiled slightly, turned around and went out, knowing in his heart that Wang Wei would not let this beautiful female reporter go easily.
After a while, a figure flashed past the door. Wang Wei knew who was coming without looking back, and deliberately stood there facing the window, ignoring her.
"Hello, hello, we've met before, and today...I'm here again."
With a sweet whisper, the person behind him spoke and said hello. Then Wang Wei slowly turned around and pointed to the sofa: "Please sit down."
Looking at the female reporter sitting on the leather swivel chair in front of his desk, Wang Wei's eyes were burning with anger, and he just barely bit his lip to draw blood.
"Why did you distort the truth about my conversation?"
Wang Wei stared at her and asked hatefully.
"Why do you think I distorted the facts in my conversation with you?" The female reporter showed no sign of weakness.
"As for those weapons, I clearly told you that they have nothing to do with the United States and the United Kingdom, even though the weapons were manufactured by those countries."
"But you can't provide any evidence." The female reporter smiled charmingly and asked, "Is there any evidence?"
"No. But you knew this was the case, yet you dared to maliciously slander me on this important issue, then raked it over and spilled the sewage on my head. What do you mean?"
"Haha," Yu Xiaoman smiled slightly, her smile was pleasant and pleasant, "This is just the personal opinion of you, the mysterious 'sheriff'. I only used the word 'possible' in the article.
Not sure."
"What's abominable is the word 'possible'," Wang Wei said angrily, "Why are you doing this?"
"So that's it. Is this why you didn't see anyone today and summoned me alone, right?" Yu Xiaoman opened her exquisite handbag and added some lipstick in front of the round mirror.
"Yes," Wang Wei looked at Yu Xiaoman's appearance and wished he could kick the female reporter into the air.
"In your own words," Yu Xiaoman naturally crossed her legs out of habit, turned the leather swivel chair under her buttocks, and said slowly with a smile, "No comment."
"You should have been riddled with bullets that night."
"Protecting citizens' safety is the responsibility of the police. Of course, it can also be said to be the responsibility of you, Xiong Yuanju's bodyguard. You won't do things like that, I believe." Yu Xiaoman hummed proudly.
"That's not necessarily the case. Remember, I won't save you next time."
"Humph, I believe you will save me!"
Wang Wei suddenly calmed down. Looking at her smiling face, which was both flattering and extremely unique, his anger disappeared and he suppressed his rage in an instant. He knew that he was a little out of control, and it was rare for this beautiful female reporter to do so.
Getting angry in front of someone. Such emotions can only make things worse.
You must know that the beautiful lady sitting in front of him is a well-known news reporter in Hong Kong and even many countries. She is not someone he can manipulate at will. If she exposes the scene at this moment in the newspaper again,
What would that mean? Wang Wei knew it completely.
"Okay, we should have a nice talk without any tension." Wang Wei lit a cigarette, stretched out his frowning eyebrows, looked at the female reporter and said calmly, "I hope I can know why you are doing this.
The reason for writing?”
"I already told you. I have 'no comment' on this issue."
"You clearly know that what you wrote and that article are lies."
"Journalists in island cities often need to tell lies, not because they are willing to tell lies."
"And it's deceiving public opinion."
"Haha, although this sounds a bit ugly, it is actually true."
"In order to achieve a certain goal, can a journalist's conscience be dispensed with?"
"Sometimes if you have a conscience, you will lose your job."
"So, what you mean is that you don't have to have journalistic ethics."
"Many things in the world are not moral at all. The same is true in the island city. Don't you feel it?"
"Excuse me, Miss Yu, you will never give up your face, right?"
“Only face can’t be discarded.”
"Only your words are worthy of your beautiful face."
"Chief," Yu Xiaoman's cheeks suddenly flushed with red clouds. She was a little helpless, put down her legs and stood up, "You are indeed one of the most powerful police officers I have ever seen, but your rage makes you lose your mind.
, you want to know about me
Why do you write it like this? What I still want to tell you is that I don’t know the reason. What I mean is that I don’t know the real reason. So the only answer you can give is ‘no comment.’” After saying that, Yu Xiaoman shook his head.
He grabbed his bag and turned to leave.
Damn!
this……
Wang Wei looked at the graceful figure of the female reporter: "No comment" put a series of huge question marks in his mind, as if there were thousands of grass and mud horses galloping in an instant. Obviously the female reporter met him tonight not just for an interview, but for another reason.
Is there a reason? The answer may lie in the sentence "No comment".