The defeat of the Germans was already doomed, and it came quickly.

At the end of the month, the Soviets invaded Berlin before the American army, successfully ending the European theater of operations.

The mustache was also found to have committed suicide in the basement, much to the annoyance of the US military.

They did not get the credit for the capture of Berlin, and they lost the mustache, and the two greatest credits were not shared.

This greatly angered countless American soldiers who wanted to make a contribution, and it is believed that Eisenhower was equally angry that he failed to make his trip to Europe a success.

This was Eisenhower's biggest disappointment, as he was ready for the celebration dinner and the speech for his speech.

If his men had dared to get ahead of the Soviet troops, these preparations would not have turned into rubbish.

However, as the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in Europe, his personal merits would be recognized by the entire Allied Forces.

His name will be written along with Normandy, the most glorious landing battle in human history, and will be recorded in history forever.

The capture of Berlin, the suicide of the dwarf, and the abundance of good news followed.

Almost every day there are NC troops who disarm and surrender, and naturally there are those who resist to the death, but in any case, these are no longer the point.

The end of the war in Europe is a foregone conclusion, and that is the most important thing.

Subsequently, they also discovered strange camps, concentration camps...

In just two days, the inhumane scenes of the NC concentration camp spread to the whole world, and people were shocked by the horrific situation.

The written records left by NC are evidence of who was held in the concentration camp, for how long, and whether they died or survived.

How they were tortured became big news that reporters rushed to report.

War correspondents with colds and lives in danger are rewarded, and the big news is like food for them for thought, more than enough to offset everything they have paid.

A reporter from the Los Angeles News Corp. was also on the scene, and not only did he get first-hand information, but he also made a name for himself as the first to send an inquiry back to North America.

That's good news, but it's not for everyone.

Joyce, a veteran reporter for The New York Times who specializes in the economic section, was given the spot by a group of photos of the twins and Mary years ago.

However, in recent years, she has not received good news.

This puts her in an awkward, delicate position at The New York Times, with her boss unhappy with her performance and up-and-comers once again staring at her position.

Joyce was under a lot of pressure, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't write an amazing report.

It's not a 'good,' 'it's okay. ’

It's big news that can cause people to scramble to buy and set off public opinion.

It's not her job to do it well, all he needs is to do his best, better than everyone else, and find out the big news.

That's what keeps her current position.

Interestingly, she hasn't been blessed with good fortune since that day.

A chance encounter with Mary did not make the two friends, and she never received any more valuable news from each other, not even to see her in person.

"I have to do something to change the situation!" looked at the newspaper as the honor-laden young man wore a steel helmet, dressed in a military uniform and holding a camera.

Joyce thinks she has to be brave... Be bold.

So, she decided to try her luck at the downstairs of the Li apartment, no matter how bad it was.

"Miss, you can't stay here. When she came to Lee's apartment, Joyce crouched across from the apartment, and soon someone came to chase her away.

"Why?" Joyce said, puzzled, "I'm a reporter for the New York Times, and I have the right to interview." ”

"It's a private place, and it's also a private place, if you have to take it seriously. The security guard said indifferently.

"Okay!" Joyce shook her head helplessly, tentatively, "But, I know Mrs. Lee..."

After the security guards looked at each other and asked Joyce's name, one of them turned and walked to the lobby, where there was a phone number that would allow him to reach the security room.

"Boss, someone at the door said they knew Madame, her name is Joyce... The New York Times reporter..."The security guard conveyed what he knew.

New York Times reporter, Joyce.

"Let her come up!" Li Zitao, who was staying at home, was feeling a little bored, so he asked him to see what the reporter wanted to do.

As far as he knew, Mary didn't seem to have a familiar journalist friend, that is, the other party was lying.

"Interesting. Putting down the dumbbell in his hand, Li Zitao turned around and walked to the bathroom and said, "Please wait for her in the living room for a while, I have to clean myself first." ”

Walking into the lobby with a starry roof, you will be greeted by a floor smooth enough to be used as a mirror, with classical carvings and dazzling furnishings.

Joyce felt like she was in a dream at this moment, and she really came in.

It's just that as the elevator went up, Joyce suddenly thought of a terrible question, 'I lied...'

But then Joyce thought, 'It's not a lie, I do know her... Just not sure if she remembers me. ’

Just as Joyce was comforting herself, the elevator had already reached the living room, and she followed the man who claimed to be the butler to the sofa in a trance.

"Miss Joyce, what do you need for tea, coffee?" asked Frandi softly.

"Tea... No, is there whiskey?" Joyce felt she needed a drink to calm her mood.

"Of course. Flandis looked at her unexpectedly, and a strange woman broke into the apartment and offered to drink.

It's like some kind of hint.

It's just that Flander doesn't like it very much, because this is the Li family's apartment, and if Madame knows about it, things will get very bad.

"Flanders, have you arrived?" Li Zitao walked in wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

"Yes, sir. Francis stood beside the couch and pointed to Joyce and said, "Miss Joyce, a reporter for the New York Times." ”

"Hello, Joyce. Li Zitao sat opposite with a smile, looked at the whiskey on the table and said unexpectedly: "Good choice." ”

"It's... Yes. Joyce stumbled.

Then she quickly picked up the wine in front of her and poured it into her mouth in one gulp, the spicy taste of pure whiskey made her cough in embarrassment.

"Relax, Joyce... Are you friends with Mary?" Li Zitao took a sip of whisky and said with a smile: "This is the top Scotch whisky, you should taste it slowly." ”

"Yes sir, I... I know... I—" Joyce tried, but she couldn't.

"Sorry sir, I lied, I am not familiar with your wife, I only took a picture of her a few years ago. Joyce decided to confess.

Although the other party was smiling, the look in his eyes seemed to have seen through everything.

Joyce stood in front of each other as if stripped naked, and there was not the slightest secret to hide from the inside out, which made it impossible for her to continue lying.

"Very well, Joyce, this gives me the ability to continue talking to you. Motioning to Frank to pour another glass of wine for the other party, Li Zitao took a cigar in his mouth and asked, "Tell me, Ms. Joyce, what do you want from me?"