Chapter 1005: People Always Have to Fight

German defeat was doomed, and it came quickly.

At the end of the month, the Soviet army invaded Berlin before the US military, successfully drawing an end to the European battlefield.

Mustache was also found committing suicide in the basement, much to the chagrin of the US military.

They neither got the credit for capturing Berlin nor the mustache, the two biggest credits.

This angered countless U.S. troops who wanted to make contributions. I believe Eisenhower was also full of anger. He failed to make his trip to Europe a success.

This was the most disappointing part of Eisenhower. He had already prepared the celebration banquet and speeches for his speech.

If his people dare to be ahead of the Soviet army, these preparations will not become rubbish.

However, as the supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe, his personal contributions will be recognized by the entire Allied forces.

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

The fall of Berlin, the shorty's suicide, and a lot of good news ensued.

There are NC troops who surrender almost every day, and naturally there are those who resist to the death, but no matter what, these are no longer the focus.

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

Later, they also discovered a strange camp, a concentration camp...

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

The written record left by the NC is the evidence, who was held in the concentration camp, how long, died or survived.

What kind of torture they suffered became the big news that reporters rushed to report.

The war correspondents whose lives are in danger of catching a cold are rewarded, and the big news is like spiritual food for them, which is completely enough to offset everything they have paid.

A reporter from the Los Angeles News Corporation was also there, and he not only got first-hand information, but also became famous for being the first to send inquiries back to North America.

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

Joyce, a senior reporter for The New York Times who specializes in the economics section, got her the job years ago when a group of photographs of the twins and Mary was photographed.

However, she hasn't gotten good press in recent years.

This made her situation in the "New York Times" awkward and delicate. The boss was dissatisfied with her performance, and the rising star was closely watching her position again.

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

Not a 'good,' 'not bad. '

It is big news that can cause people to rush to buy and set off public opinion.

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

This is the key to keeping her current position.

The funny thing is that since that day, she hasn't been blessed with good luck.

The chance encounter with Mary did not make the two of them friends, and she never got valuable news from him, and she couldn't even meet her.

"I have to do something to change the current situation!" Looking at the young man full of honors in the newspaper, wearing a helmet, military uniform, and holding a camera.

Joyce thought he had to be braver... bolder.

So, she decided to go downstairs to Li's apartment to try her luck, and it was nothing worse than that.

"Miss, you can't stay here." Arriving at Li's apartment, Joyce squatted opposite the apartment, and soon someone came to chase her away.

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

"This is a private place, and you also have the right to privacy, if you insist on being serious." The security guard said indifferently.

"Okay!" Joyce shook his head helplessly, and tentatively said, "But, I know Mrs. Li..."

The security guards looked at each other, and after asking Joyce's name, one of them turned and walked to the lobby, where there was a phone that could connect him to the security room.

"Boss, someone at the door said they knew Mrs. Joyce...a reporter from the New York Times..." The security guard conveyed the information 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 lady wanted to do.

As far as he knew, Mary didn't seem to have any familiar journalist friends, which meant that the other party was lying.

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

Walking into the lobby with a starry sky ceiling, you can see the floor smooth enough to be a mirror, the classical carvings, the elaborate and comfortable arrangement, and the dazzling furnishings.

Joyce felt like she was dreaming at this moment, she really came in.

It's just that as the elevator goes up, Joyce suddenly has a terrible question, 'I lied...'

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

Just as Joyce was comforting herself, the elevator had arrived in the living room, and she followed the man who claimed to be the housekeeper to the sofa in a daze.

"Miss Joyce, what do you need, tea or coffee?" Farandi asked softly.

"Tea...no, any whiskey?" Joyce felt she needed a drink to calm her down.

"Of course." Farland looked at her unexpectedly. A strange woman broke into the apartment and offered to drink.

It's like some sort of hint.

It's just that Farandi doesn't like it very much, because this is Li's apartment, and if his wife finds out, things will get worse.

"Frandi, is anyone here?" Li Zitao walked in wearing a T-shirt and shorts.

"Yes, sir." Farrand stood by the sofa, pointed to Joyce and said, "Miss Joyce, a reporter from the New York Times."

"Hello, Joyce." Li Zitao sat across from him with a smile, glanced at the whiskey on the table and said unexpectedly, "It's a good choice."

"Yes... yes." Joyce said stumblingly.

Then 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 awkwardly.

"Relax, Joyce... Are you friends with Mary?" Li Zitao sipped his whiskey and said with a smile, "This is top-quality Scotch whiskey, you should taste it slowly."

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

"Sorry sir, I lied. I'm not familiar with your wife. I just took pictures of her a few years ago." Joyce decided to confess.

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

Joyce stood in front of the other party as if stripped naked, and there was no secret to hide from the inside out, which made it impossible for her to continue lying.

"Very good, Joyce, this gives me the desire to continue talking with you." Motioning Farland to pour another glass of wine, Li Zitao asked with a cigar in his mouth: "Tell me, Ms. Joyce , what do you want from me?"