I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　"Their actions have proved that the video is the truth!"

　　Simon Bieler said with an ugly expression.

　　Not only him, but several former WikiLeaks members around him all looked ugly.

　　The reason is the monitor screen that is being played on the computer screen:

　　A group of secret service troops with guns and live ammunition were gradually surrounding a residential house, and then, without even shouting, they directly broke into the door.

　　"Fuck! This is the raid panther commando, affiliated with the Gaul Ministry of Internal Affairs, and was sent directly to arrest us."

　　Someone yelled directly.

　　Before, when they saw the video of the Mi army in the small town of Lula, they had a fierce exchange of fire with the lizard, and they repeated the verification.

　　Ultimately sure that the video is not synthetic.

　　At that time, everyone was shocked by the content, and then, it was uncontrollable anger.

　　Look at how many innocent civilians have lost their lives in this conflict.

　　How many horrific things have the officials of big powers like Blue Star concealed from the people of the world?

　　Strange creatures, or extraterrestrial life?

　　In short, such a dangerous and important matter, the public is unaware of it.

　　This group of geeks had a certain belief in their hearts when they joined the WikiLeaks team.

　　Later, due to the suppression of various countries, the founder was also arrested, and the soul of death gradually fell silent, but now, it is burning again.

　　After consultation, they decided to simply hide the IP address of the fake safe house and publish the video on the Internet.

　　However, just twenty minutes later, the content they posted was removed by the platform for spreading false content.

　　A day later, the Gaul Ministry of Internal Affairs secret service raid arrived at the fake safe house, and behind it, the screen appeared.

　　"Listen, guys."

　　Simon Bieler said anxiously: "Since they attach so much importance to those contents, then it will no longer be safe here soon, and we must leave immediately."

　　"where are we going?"

　　Someone asked out loud.

　　"It was exposed that the U.S. military was fighting, but it was the Gallic Special Service who came to arrest us. It seems that all the members of the Western Treaty are not allowed to go."

　　"Go to Bear Country!" Someone came up with an idea: "I have a very good friend in a small town near the North Pole in Bear Country."

　　"Where there is internet, basic supplies, and many like-minded geeks who haven't bothered, it's just heaven for us."

　　Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　After a brief discussion, they decided to leave for Xiong Country.

　　Before leaving, someone saw what Simon was still operating in front of the computer, and couldn't help asking: "Simon, what are you doing? Let's go."

　　"Wait a minute, it'll be fine soon. I'm transferring that video to someone." Simon said without looking up.

　　"What? Why are you doing this?"

　　"We have been targeted, and we must not release relevant information in the future. However, we cannot let the truth be buried. This person may bring it to light."

　　Simon waited for the transmission progress, said.

　　"Who is so powerful that makes you so sure?" the man asked.

　　On the screen, the transfer progress finally reached 100%, and then, the words "transfer complete" popped up.

　　Simon closed his laptop, raised his head, and looked at the person who asked, with a serious and serious look:

　　"Independent journalist from Gaul, Louise."

　　……

　　The capital of Gaul, the romantic capital, Bali.

　　Suburban, a private three-story apartment complex.

　　The person who is powerful in Simon Bieler's mouth is facing an embarrassing situation at the moment.

　　"Ms. Louise Garcia, if you don't pay the rent for this month, last month, last month, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to move out."

　　The well-dressed old lady stood at the door of the apartment and said bluntly.

　　Flicking her long tawny hair helplessly, her blue eyes glanced left and right, and Louise looked at Mrs. Duval with some embarrassment:

　　"Mrs. Duvall, my fee will be paid immediately. You wait two more days, and I will be able to replace all the rent you owe."

　　Mrs. Duvall shook her head: "Ms. Garcia, I'm only 60 years old and I don't have Alzheimer's. You've said this to me many times."

　　"You're a reporter, can't you even think of a specific reason?"

　　Louise had to humbly: "Mrs. Duval, it's true this time. If the payment of the manuscript is delayed, I will borrow it from my family to make up the rent, okay?"

　　Taking a deep look at Louise, Duvall warned: "One week. Ms. Garcia, this is the last time, remember, the last time."

　　When you're done, turn around and leave.

　　Hearing this, Louise suddenly smiled and quickly thanked her back: "Thank you, beautiful Mrs. Duval."

　　"call……"

　　Taking a long breath, Louise walked through the front hall and stepped on the wooden stairs to the third floor.

　　The mortise lock opens the door.

　　The light inside is off.

　　"Bruno, have the manuscript been revised?" She turned on the light, and shouted as she changed her shoes.

　　The living room, which was turned into an office, received no response.

　　Louise's actions were hesitant.

　　A certain premonition quietly emerged in her heart. .

Chapter 52

　　"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 squeezed 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 Bernard, 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.