Schinkel returned to his apartment with a sense of excitement, and as he sat down at the typewriter he struggled to write, and a spicy irony and powerful essay gradually came to light.

“…… I would like to ask an unavoidable question, if all we have seen and heard over the past week is a lie. So who is making these big lies? Who's behind this? If the so-called massacre is not at all a zài and is a complete fabricated lie, I have to say that this is a resounding slap in the face to the Polish government, to those behind-the-scenes forces who have voiced their grievances! ”

"Of course, as a journalist, I would like to ask why such lies are being put on the front page, why are there people sympathizing with those heinous executioners, and are their atrocities permissible and commendable by the common morality of mankind?"

"From the stories that happened in Auschwitz, all I saw was the boundless darkness, with a pair of black hands blinding us, trying to turn black and white upside down, trying to confuse the public. Why would they do it? I guess it's not just because of millennia of prejudice against Jews. I can't help but raise my head and look at the European continent, this bloody world war is coming to an end, the pattern of the world is changing, in order to seize the opportunity in this very turning point of change, some people, some forces have done everything to the extreme! ”

Schinkel felt that this article was the most airy and sharpest spear-throwing dagger of his career. He used a sarcastic tone to ridicule the forces hidden behind the scenes. When he typed the last stop on the typewriter, he couldn't help but cheer!

He rushed to the editorial office with his finely crafted words, which he wanted to use as guns and bullets. Fiercely hit back at those colleagues who had once despised and hostile him. Make them look good with uncompromising truth!

"Schinkel. The article is so well written! ”

The editor-in-chief with gray sideburns took off his reading glasses and glanced at Schinkel, which contained a lot of emotion, but Schinkel had a trace of abnormality?

"Questions?" He asked.

"There is no problem!" The editor-in-chief sighed again, and said with a strange wry smile: "Very sharp, very deep, this is probably the best text you have written in years!" ”

Schinkel frowned, he already felt a little wrong, because the editor-in-chief had something to say no matter how he looked at it.

"But ......" sure enough. The old editor sighed and said in a mocking tone: "But, we can't publish your comment? ”

Even if he was mentally prepared, Schinkel was still stunned when he learned of this result, and he was stunned: "Why? ”

The old editor smiled wryly: "Because the boss has received a hint that we better not report anything related to Jews and Poland, otherwise we will get into trouble!" Speaking of this, the old editor gave Schinkel a meaningful look: "Do you understand? ”

What else does Schinkel not understand, there has never been a real freedom of the press in this world, and the mouthpieces must serve the national interest. If anyone wants to talk nonsense in a momentary way, the end may be tragic. It could be seized, it could be sentenced, and, of course, it could be swept into a sieve by the murderous mafia with a Chicago typewriter.

There are too many ways to clean up those dishonest guys, and only those who follow the baton can survive and thrive. Take Michael, for example!

This guy who was ridiculed by the host yesterday and couldn't get off the stage at all and lost face, is like a person who has nothing to do in the new day. still his editor-in-chief, and still plays with the sexy and busty female secretary in the office. As for the Jews, the massacre, the truth, it was as if it had never happened.

"Our focus should be on the armistice and peace talks, and we should focus on His Excellency the President's 14-point proposals, which are of historic significance!"

It was still the stupid little editor, and he interjected: "But yesterday you said that you wanted to dig deep into the story of Auschwitz, and the material exposed by the Jews yesterday was explosive......

Before he could finish speaking, Michael interrupted him, and he scolded him for being worse than Ying

This is the most real world of journalism, this circle is as dirty and messy as the political arena, and it is difficult for good people with a conscience to survive in this circle, such people are either squeezed out early on, or they have to succumb to the pressure of life, and lose that little bit of conscience and discipline to cater to their boss.

Schinkel bought all the morning newspapers in New York City and read them page by page, which made him angry. Not a single newspaper mentions yesterday's Jewish press conference, and even if it does, it is only mentioned in the eighth edition. Those shocking images seem to have been completely unseen, and no one cares about the so-called truth.

In particular, the disgusting "New York Times", who yesterday said conclusively that they wanted justice for the victims, seemed to have forgotten their own declaration, and the front page was the so-called news of the armistice talks, and the second page was simply lace news. The third and fourth editions mention Auschwitz, but they do not mention the evidence provided by the Jews, and even say that justice is done for the Polish victims.

At that moment, Schinkel's heart was panicked, he urgently needed catharsis, is there really no justice in this society?

Enraged, he made a bold decision, and after taking a deep breath, he threw all the shit-like newspapers into the trash.

"The Jews should know that they are powerful, right?" L closed the newspaper with great satisfaction, and under the hint of the governments of the three countries, the press honestly forgot about the press conference held by the Jews, forgot about the evidence, and forgot about the victims. In L's opinion, the full force of the Jews' blow was completely in the air, and there was no power at all.

"We can avoid these troubles, but we should also not expect to use public opinion to put pressure on the Jews!" The old priest said with a sigh.

Indeed, the sharp counterattack of the Jews caught these old monsters by surprise. If the press is allowed to reveal the truth. Then the arrangements of the three countries for the future of Poland will be completely in vain. It can even be asserted that Pilsudski is likely to fall, and whether Poland will be independent or not is a question.

Fortunately, they were also very quick to react, and quickly used the government's influence to bring things down. However, they could not continue to use Auschwitz to make a fuss.

"It's a draw." The old cowboy also sighed, "That kid is just a drop in the water, I guess those pictures of the so-called massacre." It's a trap he has set single-handedly! ”

"Don't guess, that's a trap!"

L also sighed, she thought that this time she could give someone a little color to see, so that the rookie knew what was called Zhengzhì. Who would have thought that she was almost reversed, which made her very devastated!

"What's next?" The old cowboy asked again.

"According to the plan, let the Germans support Pilsudski first, and let that guy resist the attack of the Jews. We will end the negotiations as soon as possible and start to stifle communism as soon as possible! ”

"Agreed!"

"Reconsideration!"

With the three old rascals agreeing, it seems that the truth about Auschwitz is doomed to dust. However, these three thought Li Xiaofeng too simply, for the methods of old imperialism. He really knows too well when he crosses over, and he can use any dirty means.

For example. The Malaysian airline plane that was shot down over Ukraine, at the beginning, what was the attitude of the old hooligans, without any investigation and without any evidence, almost conclusively began to buckle their hats.

And then what? When more and more evidence showed that their accusations were completely unjustified, and what did they do, the black box analysis for months yielded no results, and even the press completely forgot about the Malaysia Airlines affair.

See, this is called justice and fairness!

The so-called justice and fairness are the self-reserved land of the old hooligans, who grow cabbage if they want to plant cabbage and poppies if they want to be poppy. It can be said that the rules of this world have never changed, a hundred years ago might was an axiom, a hundred years later might still be an axiom, and it is foreseeable that it is likely to be the same in a hundred years.

It can even be said that compared with the hooligans who have been constantly tested and tempered in later generations, the old hooligans in 1919 are still too tender, at least for Li Xiaofeng, their possible reactions are completely expected. Therefore, he was prepared, the struggle has just begun, and this will definitely not be a draw!

Schinkel rubbed his sour eyes, he hadn't closed his eyes for about 24 hours, and he had been staring at Michael since he saw the shit-like reports, as the editor-in-chief of the most influential newspaper in New York City, his relationship with politics was definitely not ordinary, at least from this Auschwitz incident, he was a good dog. He did exactly what his master told him to do, and if he could find his master and find evidence of their wolf bèi, he might be able to turn things around.

Sometimes anger can make people tendon, and Schinkel is like this, he is too angry to think that the master and the dog do not need to meet directly, and even if they do, it will be very hidden, far from being able to find out.

But this time Schinkel was lucky, Michael and the conscientious journalists like Michael did a good job of fulfilling the master's commission, and in order to praise these good dogs, in order to make him better serve the master, the owner wanted to reward them.

"Very well, gentlemen, the mayor is very pleased with your watch."

A couple of guys in suits and leather shoes sit in the best restaurants in New York, talking about the dirtiest deals.

"It's 20,000 here. There's something for everyone! ”

Michael happily took the briefcase, money was the best reward for him, and 20,000 yuan was a huge amount of money.

He replied with a smirk, "I am willing to serve Mr. Mayor, and I am his most loyal servant." ”

The reserved man on the other side nodded, and said, "But the matter is not over yet, Sir hopes that you can maintain the guidance of the press, he does not want to see the resurgence of the Jews, do you understand?" ”

Michael nodded quickly, patting his chest and promising to complete the task.

This scene was really seen by Schinkel in the car across the street, although he couldn't hear the conversation between the two, but he could see through it at a glance that it was some kind of transaction. And he recognized the guy Michael was talking to as an assistant to the mayor of New York City.

My heart moved. He hurriedly picked up his camera. filmed this scene completely, the only thing that made him regret was that he didn't know what was in the bag.

Just as Schinkel was thinking about what to do, a man interrupted Michael's conversation with the mayor's assistant.

"Sir, it seems that someone is watching."

The assistant mayor was taken aback and asked, "Where?" ”

"The guy in the car across the road!"

Michael glanced at it, and his face changed suddenly. He said hatefully, "It's that damn Jewish bastard!" ”

"Jews?" The mayor's assistant frowned.

"Yes, a damn Jewish journalist!" Michael cursed again.

Now the mayor's assistant's face is even more ugly, it is already terrible to be targeted by Jews, let alone to be targeted by Jewish reporters, which is simply terrible.

He hurriedly stood up, glared at Michael, and then commanded to the left and right, "Get rid of him, I don't want him to become trouble." ”

Michael swallowed and spat, the scene in front of him was still a little too exciting for him. He had only heard of this kind of drama of murder but had never seen it. More or less he was a little flustered! And it also let him know how strong the master he served was.

At the same time. Schinkel also sensed that something was wrong, and as soon as the mayor's assistant got up, he started the car and ran away. But what Schinkel didn't know was that he had already been recognized, so he could run for a while but not for a lifetime.

In the evening, when Schinkel returned to the apartment with the developed photographs, he had just entered the door and was hit the neck. By the time he came to his senses, he was firmly tied to his chair.

Two men with fierce faces looked at him with bad intentions, "Say, where is the negative?" ”

Although Sinkel was still a little confused, he knew who had sent him when he heard this. He was both excited and nervous at the thought that his guess had been confirmed. Excitedly, he had already sent the negatives to reliable people, and nervously, with the ferocity of these people, he was likely to be doomed.

"You mean the dirty deal between Mr. Assistant Mayor and Mr. Michael?" Schinkel asked rhetorically, pretending to be bold.

"Now that you know everything, say it obediently. Otherwise, our brother doesn't mind letting you taste the bitterness! ”

Still not answering the question, Schinkel asked: "It seems that it is our mayor who is ready to cover up the crimes committed by the Poles in Auschwitz, no, Mr. Mayor is just a pawn, and there are even more senior commanders above, let me guess, the governor?" Or Mr. President? ”

"Shut up!"

Schinkel received a slap in the face, which made his eyes glaze out, "Now we are asking questions, you can only answer!" Got it. I'll ask you one last time, where are the negatives? ”

Schinkel laughed, he had already thought very clearly just now, if he broke that kind of deal, there could only be one result, and that was to be destroyed. In other words, whether he hands in the negatives or not, there is only a dead end. Since he was certain to die, he hoped that his death would be more worthwhile, at least to do his part for those suffering compatriots!

"Forget it, this guy is a hard guy, get rid of him first!"

"How?"

"Same as last time!"

As he spoke, one of them covered his mouth again, and the other rolled up his trouser leg, and after finding a vein, he was ready to inject a tube of air with a needle.

Schinkel began to struggle desperately, trying to make some noise, and he knew very well that, at the level of a medical examiner in New York City, he would definitely think that he had died of natural causes.

Just when Sinkel thought he was going to die, the room was suddenly knocked open, and several figures jumped in, and the two killers were brought down with three strokes and five divisions.

"Who are you?" Schinkel looked suspiciously at his savior.

The first one smiled, and a string of unfamiliar syllables came out, and Schinkel understood only a small part of them, Hebrew was too far away for a Jew like him who had grown up in the United States.

Schinkel asked with some excitement, "Are you Jews?" ”

The man at the head smiled and said, "You too, aren't you?" ”

This remark completely reassured Sinkel, who took a deep breath and asked, "How do you know I'm in danger?" ”

The leader shrugged, "Because we're staring at Michael, and we're staring at the mayor, and just as we were about to record their dirty dealings in their entirety, we were interrupted by a layman!" ”

This made Sinkel's face red, and he replied embarrassedly: "I'm sorry. ”

The man at the head did not mean to blame: "You don't need to say sorry, after all, we have the same purpose, all for our fellow citizens, don't you?" ”

Schinkel nodded solemnly, at this moment he finally felt how good it was to have his compatriots, and he was finally not fighting alone.

"What's next?" he asked. ”

The leader smiled: "It's very simple, call the police." ”

Schinkel's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "But the mayors of New York are all ......"

"I know. My brother, you still have too little experience. If I wasn't prepared, why would I ask you to call the police? Rest assured, the ground inspector is our people. Just follow the procedure! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Schinkel again, and suddenly quipped, "And, man, are you mentally ready to be a hero?" (To be continued......)

PS: This is still a regular chapter, and according to optimistic estimates, I should be discharged from the hospital soon.