Reborn American Giants

"Go to hell, Pezette," this was the only thing Tanko could think of, even though it was Pezette on the other end of the phone.

Then he slammed the receiver back.

He shouldn't have talked to her like this, and then Tanko regretted it again. But should his articles, his reports, everything about him accept the fate of being shot?

He picked up the phone again, wanting to hear if she was still on the other end of the phone, wanting to tell her that this was all just a stupid prank.

But all Tanko heard was a cold busy tone on the other end.

"What the hell," he cursed and threw the receiver back again.

A man who was on the phone next door glanced at him dissatisfied, and he glared back fiercely, "Oh no!" He deliberately cursed again, in a voice that the man could just hear. He had an urgent need to vent.

Some desire.

So he walked through the hall and toward the bar.

When Tanko arrived at his destination, the bar had just opened the bar. He angrily took out his wallet, took out a 100-denominated Salvadoran Colon and threw it on the bar.

"A glass of wine," he announced loudly, feeling angry and not knowing how to vent it.

As a result, when the bartender faced the banknotes placed in front of him, he just stretched out a finger expressionlessly and pointed at a sign hanging on a load-bearing pillar: "Only US dollars accepted, thank you for your understanding!"

This is what many merchants in San Salvador have done since the financial crisis. The sharp decline in the Salvadoran Colon forced them to inform customers in advance that they would only charge U.S. dollars and reject the Colon.

"Fuck him?"

Everything has not gone well since getting up today. The argument with Pezette made Tanko's mood even worse. Now he just wants to drink a glass of wine, hoping to use alcohol to anesthetize himself and adjust his mood. He hopes to wait until tomorrow morning.

Get up and open your eyes, and everything will be back on track again.

But now even this damn bartender was going against him and was unwilling to satisfy even his little wish, which made Tanko's suppressed anger completely explode.

"You damn bastard, I told you, I want wine, immediately, immediately..."

Ignoring the surprised looks of other people in the bar around him, he waved his arms loudly and cursed. As a result, his arm accidentally touched a person next to him. This person came earlier than him and leaned against the extremely smooth painted bar.

, obviously already waiting for the first glass of wine tonight.

"I'm sorry," he apologized manically, but there was no apology in his voice.

The bartender still had the same expressionless look on his face. He just winked at the man who looked like a security guard standing at the door. The tall and thick security guard quickly received the signal and was ready to take down Tanko, the agitated guest.

"Please come out" of the bar so that he does not disturb other guests and affect the reputation of the hotel.

The drinker whom Tanko touched turned around and faced him, "Sir, you said you wanted a glass of wine, and you did seem to need a glass of wine. My doctor told me that wine is good for you."

It does no good to the body, but what does he know?

You don’t mind if I’m your drinking buddy! Let me buy you a drink. By the way, my name is Jose Victor Acero, you can call me Mr. Jose, but my friends all call me Victor.”

Victor raised his hand to stop Atuo, who was sitting at a small round table next to him, from moving forward. He waved to the bartender to serve him a glass of whiskey and said to the angry-looking drinker with a smile on his face.

He came to the Iturbide Hotel after receiving a summons from Amfilo. At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a "secret" meeting in Room 0807 of the Iturbide Hotel. Victor and Garcia Devo

I also contacted Colonel Antino of the 4th Armored Regiment, Chief of Staff Guadui, and Director Damiani of the Capital City Police Department, and they all received invitations to the meeting.

It seems that our Vice President Mr. Amfilo feels that everything is ready, and he is going to completely launch this "Operation to Depose Jose".

"Ah, Congressman Jose, I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you," this time the apology was sincere.

"Do you know me? I didn't expect that I am somewhat famous now, and people can recognize my face wherever I go," Victor laughed.

He arrived a little early, so Victor decided to have a drink first to adjust himself and see what would happen at the rally tonight.

I just didn't expect that he would be sitting quietly next to the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey with a little cranberry juice, but he would encounter an angry man. He was idle anyway, so Victor simply stopped Ato and wanted to drive him away.

This person's actions, just chat with him for a few words to relieve your boredom.

"Ah, you are a rising star in the Christian Democratic Party. I think there are not many people who don't know you in San Salvador's political arena." Tanko finally calmed down, "My name is Tanko, from "News Photos"

A reporter."

"Wow, it turns out to be a reporter. It seems that I should pay attention to my words to avoid saying something I shouldn't say," Victor smiled. "I have always had the habit of reading newspapers, but recently almost all

The newspapers are all the same, Tanko, as reporters, you have been chasing President Jose, don’t you have anything else to report?”

Tanko picked up the wine glass and took a long sip. The spicy wine entered his throat and extinguished his anger. When he heard Victor's words, he put down the wine glass and shrugged: "The direction of our news reporting is confirmed by the editor-in-chief.

Yes, as journalists, we are just discovering the facts. It is not my fault that President Jose is in trouble right now.”

After a pause, he came up with a very classic summary, "...Perhaps, this is the price of democracy and freedom!"

"Haha, you're right." Victor was amused by these words. He laughed twice and raised his glass to Tanko, "Let's drink to democracy and freedom."

"Congressman Jose, before we take a drink, I would like to ask you a question."

"You are such a news hound."

"Since you said that we media are always clinging to President Jose, then I would like to ask you, how much do you respect our Mr. President?"

This question was beyond Victor's expectation. He thought about the deep meaning behind this question and wrinkled his nose unconsciously, "... From a professional point of view, I have no position at all. I don't do work and make money to be respected.

of someone and something, but

To analyze, personally," he shrugged and spread his hands, "I still have full respect for the president, let alone whether he has done a good job or not. After all, his existence maintains the existence of the current government.

Let everyone unite and move forward together, right?"

"Even if he made some unforgivable mistakes?" Tanko listened to Victor's words and thought about the report he wrote. The depression in his heart once again emerged from nowhere, so he said this

The rhetorical question came out of my mouth.

"Wrong?" Victor looked at the journalist friend he had just met in front of him in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Ah, it's nothing... Thank you very much for the wine, Representative Jose. I have some other things to do. I'm very sorry to say goodbye..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Tanko realized what he had said. The mysterious man

The information his husband leaked to him was very dangerous. Before it was reported to the press, it was best for as few people to know about it as possible.

So he put down his wine glass in a panic, said these words to Victor, and then quickly turned around and left.

Seeing this man bring up a topic inexplicably, and then leave in a panic as if he had revealed some shocking news, Victor frowned and carefully recalled the short conversation that had just occurred.

The reporter named Tanko seemed to mean that he had some incredible information about President Jose.

Moreover, his confidential appearance rarely aroused Victor's curiosity...

After waving A'tuo forward, Victor whispered a few words to him, and saw A'tu chasing the reporter away, followed closely behind...