"Mr. James Rothschild, is what you said true?"
Facing the reporter's interview, the moment James told the "truth", the whole audience was in an uproar.
Originally, it was exciting enough for James, who was believed to have died in the fire, to reappear in public. However, compared to what he said next, the shock brought by "the resurrection of the dead" was not worth mentioning at all.
"Yes, what I said is true, more true than the 24k solid gold ring on my finger!"
"...I reiterate once again, the fire that occurred in Pilsen was by no means a terrorist attack, but a despicable and shameless murder!" Standing in front of the reporter's camera, James Rothschild waved his hand in anger. Fist, denounced the conspiracy, "As for the murderer, there is no doubt that it is Carmen Rothschild, my brother."
"Mr. Rothschild, do you have any evidence?" A reporter approached the microphone and said quickly, "If your accusation is true, this will become the most appalling scandal of this century. We need to know More details."
"Details? Do you need details? God, I know my brother too well. He is a man who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals! Anyone can become a victim, even his allies, even his closest relatives. Don't you believe it? Haha, Look at Munich, it’s a beautiful city, isn’t it? You may have forgotten what happened there two years ago, but I will never forget it!”
James did not answer reporters' questions directly because he had no evidence at all. Instead, he cleverly dropped more explosive news, throwing the Munich terrorist attack two years ago in front of the media, and intentionally or unintentionally linked it to the Rothschild family.
This is a fact.
There were indeed Jewish elements behind that attack.
After this, Merkel lost the trust of voters, the New Alternative Party came to power, and the Jewish consortium became a direct beneficiary.
Suspicion requires no evidence.
Regardless of whether James can produce evidence, his previous words have already formed public opinion, and it is a public opinion with a certain influence. He does not need to make any explanation for this. He even only needs to hide from the media in seclusion and create the illusion that he is being hunted by his own brother and his own family, which can add convincingness to this baseless conspiracy theory.
The TV screen flickered, and James Rothschild excused himself from feeling unwell and ended the interview. But judging from the swarming microphones, the reporters who smelled the fishy smell obviously didn't intend to simply let him go...
"This bastard." Johnson gritted his teeth and said, the eyes on his dark face flashing with a fierce light, "I have already suggested to you, kill him."
Carmen stared at the TV picture with a gloomy expression, and the four fingers holding the wine glass tapped the wall of the glass in order. Just from the reflection on the swaying wine, it was impossible to tell how happy or angry he was at the moment.
"Do you need me to arrange for someone to do it?" Johnson said solemnly.
"No need." Rothschild shook his head and suddenly grinned, "If we are carried away by anger, they will use the death of my dear brother to hype me up again and hype me up as a murderer without blinking an eye. A demon, or a cold-blooded murderer.”
"He is just an insignificant pawn, we don't need to pay attention to him at all."
"But he plans to compete with you for inheritance rights." Johnson said, staring at the picture on the TV.
Carmen burst out laughing.
"Inheritance? My dear brother doesn't even dare to leave Moscow. Do you expect him to dare to come to Berlin to litigate with me?"
Carmen shook her head, drank all the red wine in the glass, stared at the empty glass, and restrained her contemptuous expression: "Compared to my brother who is not angry, I am more worried about what that man will do. It's really disturbing. It's a pity that Kamt missed it... things are starting to get interesting."
…
"He did something unnecessary," Jiang Chen smiled as he looked at James who was standing in Moscow Square being interviewed. "I didn't let him spread the word about Munich."
The fear of death made Mr. James Rothschild do unnecessary things. Obviously he didn't believe that the ghost agents could protect him from his brother, or that he didn't believe that Jiang Chen intended to protect him seriously.
Therefore, he deliberately revealed a shocking news to the media—that he knew the inside story of the Munich incident.
Nothing is more important than death. People revere death and also revere the last words of the deceased.
People cannot easily believe that the Rothschild family is behind the Munich terrorist attack just because of his revelations. But it's not hard to know what people would think if he, the "only insider," died of murder.
"Do you need me to warn him?" Ayesha put the buttered toast into her mouth, chewed it in small bites, and asked while tilting her head.
"No need," Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head, "Although the card was played a little early, the result is not much different... But I still remind him to prevent him from making decisions for me again."
"Yeah." Ayesha nodded.
After taking Mr. James through the slave chip implantation operation, Jiang Chen put him on a flight to Moscow. And this Mr. James is also very smart. After getting off the plane at Moscow International Airport, he immediately stood in front of the media and fulfilled his promise.
"Are you watching the news?"
Walking out of the kitchen carrying a dinner plate, Xia Shiyu sat elegantly next to Jiang Chen.
Ever since the two established their relationship, the nightlife in the villa has become more shameless. After experiencing the rain and dew for the first time, Miss Xia has become more relaxed in front of Jiang Chen than before, and her attitude towards Ayesha has also improved. a lot of.
The only thing that made Jiang Chen regretful was that she was relatively thin-skinned after all, and she was not willing to sleep with three people together.
Today is Saturday, so there is no need to go to the company. Xia Shiyu woke up a little late, and her breakfast changed from an egg to a fruit salad that was a bit troublesome to make. Jiang Chen doubted whether this kind of breakfast that was almost insulated from meat would be enough to satisfy him, but since he said he was used to it, he didn't say anything.
After breakfast, Ayesha carried the plate diligently to the kitchen. Jiang Chen and Xia Shiyu were the only two people left in the dining room.
Jiang Chen raised his head and glanced at the clock, then spoke a little abruptly.
"I might be gone for a few days."
Xia Shiyu looked over, her expression not showing much surprise. Obviously, she was used to Jiang Chen's intermittent disappearance. Although she was curious about where he went, she never asked.
After Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and then spoke.
"I have concealed a lot of things from you in the past. Ever since the Futureman 1.0 software, I have been vague about the origins of these things. I have no intention of hiding it from you forever. I have always said that when the time is right, I will tell you You confess."
"When I come back this time, I will tell you everything—" (.)