Reborn American Giants

When Tanko woke up, he found that he had a severe headache. He looked out the window and saw a long cloud with a gray-white track crossing the sky.

The moist and refreshing breeze blowing from the calm Pacific Ocean caused a bird to fly up and down, causing the window of the guest room on the twelfth floor of the Iturbide Hotel where he was staying to rattle.

ring.

"This is really another day in heaven," he muttered to himself, lifted up the quilt and threw it behind him, paying no attention to the girl behind him who was lying on the bed, naked and showing off her graceful body curves.

dew.

It looked like Tanko had had another chaotic and depraved night.

He has no sense of being "morally unqualified". Today, he is no longer the ignored young reporter he used to be.

As a political reporter for a major national newspaper like "News Photo", who specializes in covering parliament and the Independence Palace, he often receives invitations from some members of parliament or politicians within the government to accompany them to certain meetings and activities.

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And the reward he wants to give is just a small wave of the pen in his hand to add a little bit of powder to the image of these politicians, making them look "tall".

This was the case last night. He accompanied a government minister-level official to attend a meeting held at the conference center. Other reporters had to brave the rain and rush home soaked to the skin.

He became one of the "chosen people", lived in this hotel, and continued to mix freely with those politicians and party officials, which was one of the reasons for his "headache".

He was a little too free last night, and more than three to four beautiful girls even sent him signals for sexual favors, which almost made Tanko dazzled.

Oh my god, when had he ever been so popular!

Tanko is not serious about such things. He and some colleagues often attend cocktail parties held by these politicians.

At these gatherings, he often deliberately flattered those politicians and gave them drinks. If the atmosphere of persuading them to drink was too strong, he sometimes had to pay a little "headache."

Politicians at parties generally have two goals, either to have a night of love and pleasure, or to slander and slander others for some reason.

In this way, the various rumors circulated at the cocktail party gave Tanko a great opportunity to collect all kinds of information.

But the biggest problem is that when he wakes up the next day, he is still hungover. How much useful information can he still integrate into his confused brain when he is deeply poisoned by alcohol?

?

He stretched his legs, trying to restore smooth blood circulation throughout his body, and also did a few aerobics moves he learned on TV.

But the result may not be what he expected. This is not a good way to overcome a hangover. All the muscles in his body seem to be screaming.

So he decided to change his approach and walked to the window to open it for some air. But this was the second bad decision he made today.

Hotel Iturbide is one of the few star-rated hotels in San Salvador. There are no high-rise buildings around it, so the surrounding area is unobstructed.

As soon as the window was opened, a strong gust of wind rushed in. Within seconds, the manuscript that Tanko had placed on the low table in front of the sofa in the sitting area next to him was blown around the room.

Therefore, Tanko thought that he should eat something to cushion his stomach before making the next decision. Well, it was such a happy decision.

Tanko took a shower and wandered out of the bathroom. Suddenly he heard noisy footsteps coming from the corridor, someone was delivering something.

He quickly put on a bath towel and opened the door. On the carpet in the foyer were stacks of morning newspapers. This was the work he was about to start.

Tanko picked up the newspapers and threw them on the bed carelessly. The newspapers fell apart, making the already messy and wrinkled duvet even more troubling.

A piece of paper flew freely in the air and fell to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes, picked it up, rubbed his eyes again...

Forcing himself to dispel the haziness caused by his hangover, Tanko clearly saw the black and white words engraved at the beginning of this piece of paper.

"...Mr. Reporter, do you want a sensational news?"

That question mark was so eye-catching that Tanko couldn't help but rub his eyes again before he could clearly see the next line of text.

"...Iturbide Hotel, Mailbox No. 1204."

Tanko chuckled, and the locker numbered 1204 happened to belong to the room where he lived. In order to serve guests, Hotel Iturbide set up a mailbox area in the corner of the lobby for those who stay at the hotel regularly.

Services for sending and receiving letters.

I don’t know if one of his colleagues was making a joke on him, or it was some other prank. Maybe he ran down happily as the note said, only to find that there was nothing in the mail box. Then he

But that's too stupid.

Casually crumpling this note that came from nowhere, Tanko was about to throw it into the trash can. But the huge "?" kept appearing in his mind, and he unfolded it again by accident.

That note, I stared at the first sentence in silence for a long time.

"Would you like to take a look, in case someone really wants to reveal some information to you secretly? Anyway, it's just downstairs, so it's not too far away."

Tanko tried hard to convince himself to act quickly, so he put on a pair of shorts, pulled on the hotel's plush slippers, and went directly to the hotel lobby.

The final result did not disappoint Tanko. When he took a yellow-covered manila document bag from the mailbox and hurriedly stepped into the elevator again, a man sitting in the lobby rest area kept paying attention.

The man in the newspaper area quickly turned around and made a phone call.

"He has already taken the things away."

"Very good, come back..."

In just two sentences and more than ten seconds, the man folded the newspaper he was using to cover himself, took it in his hand, and disappeared outside the hotel door.

Tanko quickly returned to his guest room. Before entering the door, he carefully observed whether there was anyone following him behind him. At this moment, his heart was beating violently, as if at any time

It may jump out of the throat with the next breath of air.

When he just took out the thick stack of document bags from the mail box, he had already opened them and took a look.

Tanko didn't know how such top-secret information got into his hands, but he believed that the person who gave him this thing must also be very aware of the weight of this thing, which is simply a bombshell.

And the only thing he needs to do is light the fuse.

If this news explodes when the Independence Palace is facing a terrible economic crisis, the damage caused will definitely be catastrophic.

This was an intentional sabotage, Tank was sure of it.

But it is also an excellent report. This is his report, as long as he is sure that he is the first reporter to get this report...