Reborn American Giants

"Hello, Senator Ulciano..."

When Ulciano stepped into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, a voice of greeting sounded at the right time. He raised his head and looked at the person who spoke, and was very sure that he did not recognize him.

"I am Jose Victor, the regional whip of the Christian Democratic Party in San Salvador. Chairman Amfilo sent me to deal with your...trouble this time," Victor said with a warm smile on his face.

"I just saw you standing in front of the station wagon. Did you have any conflict with the two people in the car?"

Ulciano let out a long breath. He was just a regional party whip. In the past, he would never put such party officials in lower-level parliaments in his eyes. But he never expected that he would need this kind of person now.

People who were looked down upon by him in the past came to save him.

Raising his hand, Ulciano pretended to tidy up his clothes, but just halfway through, he remembered that his pajamas looked embarrassed against Victor's straight clothes, so he gave up dejectedly.

came up with this plan.

After hearing Victor's question, Urziano pretended to be relaxed and said: "They are just two annoying reporters squatting at the door of the house."

Victor was obviously noncommittal about Urziano's words. He looked at Cecillo in the front passenger seat. After thinking for a moment, the young secretary nodded covertly to Victor.

The current situation is that the opposition is keeping a close eye on Mr. Urciano. He is now a scented bait, hanging on the Christian Democrats behind him. "Atto, arrange for two people to go and take a look.

Do those two reporters have anything else in their hands to prevent our Congressman Ulciano from saying something he shouldn't have said?" Victor gave a few instructions to Atto, and saw him nodding and taking the

Pull out a satellite phone and start dialing.

"I didn't say anything to those two reporters," sitting aside and being ignored by Victor, who was originally lower than him, Ulciano obviously felt unusually embarrassed, and he couldn't help but raise his voice to argue.

"Okay, Mr. Congressman, I'm not here to argue with you, but to solve your troubles. If you hadn't caused these nonsense, I think the high-ranking Congressman would not bother to know me like this.

A nobody," Victor taunted

He said in a tone that there is no need to be too polite to this congressman. It is conceivable that after this incident, even if he does not resign voluntarily, Chairman Amfilo will not hesitate to kick him out of the party before the next mid-term election.

, lest his "reputation" continue to drag down the Christian Democratic Party.

Ulciano's "armor" that was hiding his shame was pierced by Victor, and he was like a deflated rubber ball. His back was pressed tightly against the leather seat. If it weren't for the support, Victor would probably

He would just collapse to the ground.

"Tell me, dear Mr. Congressman, we now know that your assistant, Ms. Meseta, is not only pregnant with your seed, but also holding something else in her hand. This document does not reflect it.

What's the key point? If I don't know the details, I can't help you."

Ulciano's eyes followed the information in Victor's hand up and down. It seemed that the regional party chief who was sent to solve his troubles did not know the inside story. He quickly moved his eyes a few times.

But he retorted: "I have already told Chairman Anfilo everything that needs to be said, and I have nothing else to confess."

"Just because of a little trivial matter between a man and a woman, this woman will cling to you and won't let go?"

With a suspicious tone and unbelieving eyes, Ulciano tried hard to hold up his chest, "I swear to God..."

"Mr. Congressman, you should save your vows and confess to the archbishop personally when you go to the church for mass..."

"Jingle bell"

The rapid ringing of the phone interrupted the conversation in the car. Ato picked up the phone and whispered a few words quickly, then turned his head and said to Victor: "Sir, the security personnel just sent to deal with the two reporters

Report and found some very interesting things from them."

"Really? Let's go and have a look," Victor said while keeping his eyes on Ulciano.

Although Ato's call was very quiet and very fast, in the quiet car, Ulciano's attention was always highly concentrated, and his ears captured a few key words, similar to "

...Recording..., Conversation..., Project" and the like. Under the cold gaze of Victor, he seemed a little restless. His hands were tightly clasping the seams of the leather seats with so much force that his fingers

The knots are all turning white.

The motorcade quickly drove to the place where Ulciano got on the bus. Although they had been driving just now, they were just circling Selmo Street not far from his residence, so they rushed back

It doesn't take much effort.

Through the car window, Ulciano could see four big men in suits and sunglasses standing in front of the station wagon of the two reporters. As for the two reporters named Ancares and Baldassari,

, two of them pointed guns at their heads and lay on the ground.

Ato quickly got out of the car and walked to the team of black suits. He took a shabby-looking tape recorder and a palm-sized notepad from one of them. He said to Anthony, who was leading the team of guards.

: "Your actions are too rude. Look, our reporter's clothes are all stained."

He grabbed Ancares by the collar and helped him up from the ground. Then, while arranging his somewhat dirty clothes, he took out a stack of green dollars from his arms without counting them.

, it seemed to be about more than 1,000 yuan, so he stuffed it into the inner pocket of Ankares's wrinkled suit, then patted the other person's chest, and said with a smile on his face: "I think something must have happened here.

What kind of misunderstanding is there, right? Mr. Reporter, you should pay more attention."

Ancares looked a little shocked. As reporters, of course they knew that the security problem in San Salvador was very bad, but they had not encountered it personally, so they had no personal experience.

Just now, he and Baldassari were squatting outside Senator Ulciano's residence and finally got a recording. Although Ulciano thought he didn't say anything wrong, the conversation between him and Ancares just now

A conversation is enough for these media reporters, who are good at making words out of thin air, to extract words that are very unfavorable to Ulciano from these few sentences, and then combine them a little, and that is a sentence

A report that can make or break a congressman's reputation.

But now there is nothing left. Just when they were about to leave, a Mercedes-Benz suddenly rushed out and blocked the front of their station wagon, and then... and then there was no more, anyone was killed by a group of black people.

Surrounded by burly men in clothes, with black muzzles pointed at their heads, Ancares felt that he was strong enough even if he didn't pee his pants.

At this moment, feeling Atuo gently patting his chest, looking at the big man in black standing behind him, and the pile of green dollars in his inner pocket, Ancares, as a smart man, of course knew what he should do.

No matter what choice he made, he said to Atuo with a smile on his face: "Of course, of course, we must pay attention to safety..."

"Very good," A'tuo nodded, tilted his head slightly, and said to Anthony behind him: "Send our journalist friends away."

"No need to send him off, no need to send him off, we can leave on our own," Ancares said, grabbing Baldassari, who had not yet recovered, and hurriedly got into the station wagon, then started the car and disappeared in a flash.

"Sir, this is what Anthony and the others found," Ato returned to the car and handed a tape recorder and notepad to Victor.

"Well, let's see what these reporter friends know..." Victor murmured, flipping through the thin notepad.

"...Route 14 construction plan..."

"Repair and Renovation Project of the El Salvador Section of the Pan-American International Highway..."

"International Airport Maintenance Project..."

…

"Pap" was the sound of the recorder's play button being pressed. Soon, the conversation between Ulciano and the two reporters just now echoed in the carriage. Victor looked at Ulcchi, who looked very excited.

Arnold, "Tsk tsk, Mr. Congressman, is this the oath you swore? It seems that our reporter friends don't think so."