I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

Chapter 50 The Lonely Warrior

"Bruno?" she tried again.

Still no answer.

Louise walked to a desk, everything was neatly organized, and a solitary letter was placed on the table.

Her hands clenched slowly.

Taking a deep breath, she stroked her forehead, and Louise's extremely beautiful face showed sadness and depression.

Trying to suppress her inner emotions, she took the letter and opened it:

"Louis, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."

"We were once persuaded by your lofty ideals and powerful action. We once said that we would work with you to regain the original aspirations of the press."

"But real life beat us."

"First Bella, then Camille, and finally... me."

"We've been through so many hard times together, challenged so many buried truths together, and we don't care about living in poverty."

"but……"

"Louis, stop."

"This time it really caused a lot of trouble. What we reported in the past were some corporate groups. Even if they were angry, they would act in accordance with the law."

"But this time is different."

"The human trafficking organization under investigation has been entrenched in Europa for hundreds of years, and its forces are intertwined, forming a terrifying network with many powerful people."

"What we have touched is not only human trafficking, but also the subsequent forced sale of yin, organ sales, slave labor... and even the black money of the powerful."

"The profit of this black industry chain is as high as tens of billions of yuan, almost catching up with the total profit of Yan Guo's one-year trade with the United States."

"It is conceivable how many people are involved."

"Louise, I have family, and last night someone shot at the glass in my mother's bedroom."

"It's a stark warning."

"I don't want to go back all the time, but what I see is my mother's body."

"I understand your experience very well."

"You are an orphan. You grew up with the support of a reporter. His pursuit of the original intention of journalism deeply infected you, and you moved forward with his legacy."

"However, I don't want you to have the same fate as him - being tortured to death."

"Louise, Louise..."

"Your name is indeed Louise, but you are Louise Garcia, not Louise Lane."

"There is no Planetary Daily behind you, and there is no colleague from Krypton named Clark who can take off his glasses and take off his jacket at any time and save you as a superman."

"Those people are ruthless, and you are quite a beautiful woman."

"If the other party does it, what kind of experience will you have? I believe I don't need to describe it to you."

"Louise, give up this investigation, we can accompany you in other directions."

"When we have enough energy and influence, and try again, maybe we can really succeed."

"Going now is like a moth to a flame."

"Listen to my advice, Louise."

"—Bruno who is still willing to follow you."

This concludes the content of the letter.

Louise, who was not at peace in her heart, clenched her hands involuntarily, and squeezed the letter paper into obvious wrinkles.

There is a photo frame prominently placed on the desk.

In the framed photo are five young men and women, smiling happily, with Louise and Li Ranna standing in the middle.

Picking up the photo frame, Louise looked and looked with a reminiscence on her face.

She suddenly remembered a sentence that the reporter who funded him left her before his death:

Pursuing justice is a war, and those who walk on this path are destined to be lonely warriors.

"Lonely warrior?"

Louise pondered these words in her heart.

She remembered the shocking contents of the investigation into human trafficking.

People have lost the dignity they deserve, and are treated as objects, wantonly toyed with, transformed, abused, and even killed.

The gang of human traffickers lured young girls in the name of being models in countries with economic recession in Eastern Europe; in war-torn areas, they bought women and children for hundreds of meters.

Some beasts even organize torture performances, and those with higher bids can choose a method of torture.

Of course Louise understood that to pierce these now would be like a moth to a flame.

As Bruno said, it's better to wait for your influence to grow before doing these things.

but……

Every minute that this dark chain exists, there is one more victim, one more soul wailing after dying in pain.

The world will never be better if everyone is held back by fear!

In pursuit of justice, there is always someone to sacrifice.

In that case, why can't the victim be me——Louise Garcia.

Of course I understand that there will be no superman who loves me to save me, but I am ready to die.

I'm alone, what's there to fear!

Louise, who was holding the letter, suddenly smiled, with a certain kind of utter determination in her pure blue eyes.

Put down the stationery, sit in the chair, and turn on the computer.

She wants to quickly correct the manuscript.

When the wifi was just connected, suddenly, a transmission program with a simple interface popped up.

Louise closed her eyes slightly, rather dignified.

It was a secret channel for her to communicate with a former WikiLeaks member, and by paying the other party, she was able to get a lot of behind-the-scenes information.

But the other party rarely takes the initiative to pass things to her.

What is it this time?

Wait for the file transfer to complete, unzip it and open it.

It started with the other's message:

"This is a video that is enough to shock the world, because of this thing, we have been targeted by Xiyue."

"Twenty minutes after the video was uploaded to the Internet, it was deleted by the platform, and a day later, the safe house was raided by a raid."

"We're going to hide."

"But I think, before leaving, I should give this thing to you. I believe you can handle it properly."

The other party's description made Louise's mood even more solemn.

Click to play.

The light of the screen shone on her pretty face.

Looking at the video content, Louise gradually revealed an unbelievable look...