Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"how so?"

"There are so many, how can I find them?"

The three of them were dumbfounded and looked inside the safe.

The safes are all filled with the same document bags. There is only a code on the bag and no indication of what it is. They are densely packed layer by layer. If you open them one by one and look for them, you probably won’t be able to find them until dawn.

"What should I do?" The three of them looked at each other.

The news they got from Du Yongxiao was that the wealthy Getty had personally prepared the dirty information and asked his trusted servants to hand it over here.

Sudden--

"Boss, I remember Mr. Du once said that old Getty's trusted servant was an Indian!"

"Uh, that seems to be it. What's wrong?"

An Zhui and Barton looked at Mi Gen curiously.

Meagan smiled, "Boss, have you forgotten, I am the famous dog nose of our police force."

"Well?"

"Look at me!" Meagan said, and began to wiggle his nose, smelling the layers of densely packed documents, and murmured: "It's not this... and it's not this. God, this guy ate it. What? So spicy? Oh, this is it! Indians’ favorite curry!”

Mi Gen said, gently pulled out one of those documents and said with a smile: "Look at it, is it this one?"

Barton and An Zhui hurriedly opened it and looked through it, then were dumbfounded, it was indeed it!

"God, you are so awesome, Meagan!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the nose was so clever!"

An Zhui and Barton praised Mi Gen.

Meagan smiled from ear to ear, "Thank you for the compliment! Haha, who made that Indian guy like to eat curry! These documents are full of spicy flavor!"

"Okay, replace the information quickly!"

Barton moved quickly, quickly took out the information and stuffed it in his side.

As soon as they finished doing this and closed the safe, they heard the footsteps of security guards and the sound of conversations coming from outside——

"Why did I hear something happening in the office?"

"Yeah, I heard it too, go and have a look!"

The footsteps are getting closer.

The three of them hurriedly packed their things and prepared to escape.

An Zhui and Mi Gen got out of the window, grabbed ropes and climbed up respectively.

The footsteps outside are getting closer and closer.

An Zhui, who was "fearful of heights," didn't care whether there was an abyss below or not, so he climbed up with all his strength.

Amidst the howling cold wind, I finally climbed up to the rooftop.

"Where's Barton?"

"Damn it! He's not here yet!"

Look at the office now -——

The security guard took out the key and inserted it into the lock, then opened the door with a creak.

At the same time, Barton got out of the window, wrapped his legs around the rope, and held the window with his hands to prevent it from falling.

Two security guards came in and shined their flashlights in a circle, finally stopping at the window.

"This window—"

A black security guard held a flashlight and walked toward the window.

Barton yelled in his heart: "Damn it!"

As long as the other party comes closer, he can see that the window has been removed and he will be exposed.

"what to do?"

Seeing the black security guard approaching with a flashlight, Barton's heart suddenly jumped.

At this time——

"Meow!"

A small tabby cat jumped out from behind the sofa and ran away with a swipe.

"Damn it, it turned out to be a wild cat!" The black security guard shined a flashlight on the spot where the wild cat ran away, cursed and turned away.

Crunch!

The door is closed.

Then there was the sound of locking.

Barton breathed a sigh of relief.

The wind is biting outside.

But there was sweat on his forehead.

Barton spit out the window screws he had previously removed from his mouth, and tightened them one by one with his fingers and coins.

It took almost three minutes to finally install the window.

If you don't inspect it carefully, you won't be able to tell that the window has been removed.

After Barton finished everything, he climbed up on the rope.

When he reached the rooftop, he was exhausted.

An Zhui and Mi Gen reached out to grab him in time and pulled him up.

Barton lay on the snow on the rooftop, gasping for air.

After a moment, he raised his head, the three of them looked at each other and laughed.

The three hands are tightly held together. From tonight, from this moment on, they will be the closest "comrades".

…

The next day——

The snow suddenly stopped.

New York City in the United States is rarely bustling in February.

"The New York Times" building, editor-in-chief's office, editor-in-chief Blum came in from outside wearing a black woolen coat. The secretary hurriedly stepped forward to help him take off his coat.

Brown asked his secretary to hang up the clothes and asked her to make coffee.

When the coffee was served, Brown took a sip as usual to warm up his whole body, and then started to get down to business.

"Go, Alice! Call House, I have something important for him to do!"

"Okay, sir!"

Secretary Alice goes out.

soon--

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

"Editor-in-chief, you are looking for me!"

A young white man came in.

"Yes, House! There is something very important for you to do!" Brom said, getting up from his desk, going to the safe, taking out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, inserting them into the keyhole, and clicking to open the safe. He took out a document according to the number on it, turned around and handed it to House and said: "Now, this is some information I got from Mr. Getty yesterday. It is very important information. I have reviewed it all and it can be used as today's front page. The headlines are published, yes, you go and prepare!"

House took the file and subconsciously opened it and took a look. He raised his head and said in surprise: "Sir, are you sure you want to post this on the headlines?"

"Of course, what I reviewed is correct! Our newspaper will definitely be a big seller this time!" Bram put his hands in his trouser pockets and vowed.

House nodded, "Indeed, it will definitely make headlines, but -"

"Just what?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Since the editor has already reviewed it, there is absolutely no problem." House knew very well that Editor Blum was narrow-minded. Whatever he thinks is good, you must not think it is bad. You must dare to refute him. Just waiting to put on small shoes.

"Well, in that case, I'm going to get busy first, and I'll have someone print it and publish it as soon as possible!"

"Go!" Brown waved his hand and asked House to leave.

After House left, Brown sat back down behind his desk, picked up the phone and called Mr. Getty first, telling him that he had published the manuscript and asked Getty to wait for the good news.

Getty said on the phone: "I can rest assured that you will do things! Yes, you are a very careful person!"

The two chatted for a few more words, and Getty hung up the phone.

After making the call, Brown still felt unsatisfied. He tapped his fingers on the table and called Weill Rothschild to claim credit.

"Yes, sir! Look, the guy named Du will die this time!" Brom said with a proud look on his face, "The Chinese are all stupid, as stupid as pigs! This time, we will kill him!"

"Very good!" Weir said sullenly over there, "First smear his pharmaceutical company, and then smear him. I wonder how he, a mere Chinese guy, can turn around? Gah!"