Chapter 592 Meeting

Although I had some different opinions about the meal, I was generally very happy.

The three elders recalled the glorious past, while the two juniors could only listen.

But it sounds interesting, after all, that war seems to have been a long time ago.

Whether it's a small fight within the empire, a house-style riot on the Griffin Peninsula, or even the hot modern war being fought in the colonies, they are actually far away from the upper echelons of the empire.

War has really left the empire.

A new generation has grown up, and the empire's population is growing at a high rate of ten percent every year.

The new generation of imperial youth is less bloody and more confident and calm.

The mission of the previous generation was to build an empire from scratch, which inevitably resulted in bloodshed and dead bodies.

The mission of the next generation has become to build a new empire.

Therefore, Qin and Albert are completely different from their parents, which is a good thing.

At the dinner table, it was confirmed that Albert's mission was to accompany Qin, who was called a guard but was actually a deputy.

Therefore, Virut protested several times, thinking that his son could be sent over to run errands for Qin.

Of course Derek agreed, but he had to wait a little while for Albert to get the qualifications.

After all, this has been promised a long time ago. Simon and his family need this support even more to guard the Griffin Peninsula.

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Virut did what he said without any deception.

He first sent someone to carefully collect information about the Smith family, especially about Claire.

Judging from the brief information, this woman is really a character.

One man set up a relief organization alone and tricked an enemy named Charlie into increasing investment.

"This Charlie is Qin!" Virut said to himself with certainty.

To this day, the rescue organization is getting bigger and bigger, and Claire's reputation is actually very good among the lower classes.

Coupled with the means of running the magazine, it is absolutely imaginative and has the ability to execute.

Finally, Virut sighed: "It's a pity that she is not my daughter."

No matter how he looked at Smith, that literary man didn't seem to be able to give birth to such an outstanding daughter!

After the initial approval, he was ready to have a look in person.

He prepared gifts in advance and made an appointment with Simon. The two found a time to go to Park Avenue together.

The size of Time magazine has expanded several times, and now it is very impressive.

One-third of Park Avenue is owned by Time magazine, and the rumbling printing presses and the smell of ink have become the characteristics of the place.

Unlike the previous waves of visitors, Simon and Virut are both veteran knights.

They crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, not embroidered pillows.

As soon as the two of them stood on the street, they could feel the sensitivity of their skin like needle pricks.

After a few random glances, I found several surveillance points.

"Is this the manpower of the Investigation Department or the Internal Guard?" Simon asked.

"They should all be there." Virut judged based on experience.

Simon doesn't come back all year round, so he doesn't have many opportunities to interact with these people.

But now he is a little dissatisfied. This method is still too crude, or too proud.

"Are you hungry? I'll treat you to a pancake."

Simon asked, and Virut took a few more glances at the pancake seller across the road before he saw something wrong.

"I'm not hungry. Do you want to teach these guys a lesson?"

Simon had crossed the street and was in front of the pancake stall.

"Have a pancake."

"Okay."

The owner of the pancake stall has noticed the two of them a long time ago. He has been setting up the stall here for a year and has discovered suspicious persons several times.

The skill of making pancakes is also perfect.

Soon, the delicious pancakes were ready.

"Sir, please take it."

Simon casually put it into Virut's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking very scary.

"Your skills are good and you seem to have practiced them, but didn't your superior teach you how to hide your eyes?"

Simon looked at the stall owner whose expression changed slightly and continued: "Keep your eyes firmly on the target. Professionally trained personnel will be able to see it quickly, and you have even moved your position."

This upright position has a good view, but is it normal that no city management will come to chase you away?

As long as you don't occupy the road, move one meter to the side and give way to the zebra crossing.

The agent posing as a merchant wanted to argue that he had deceived a top-notch spy.

However, Simon had already turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Tell you, Shangguan, to train your professional skills. Next time I find a loophole, I will go and talk to him personally."

How can we protect His Majesty's safety if we can't do even the smallest things well?

Virut walked back and forth, still chewing pancakes.

The two entered the magazine and found the front desk.

Virut took out a spare ID and slapped it on the table: "We are from the military department. Where is your president?"

The front desk was stunned. Why did people from the military department come to the door?

There have been many disputes at Time Magazine, but this is the first time the military has come to visit.

The front desk hurriedly sent someone to notify the leader, and soon Claire came down in person.

As soon as she looked at Virut and Simon, she felt something was wrong. Their aura was not that of ordinary people.

"Gentlemen, what do you want from me?" Claire asked politely.

Virut swallowed the last bite of pancake and said angrily: "Your Times magazine has committed a crime. You dared to maliciously slander the imperial army. If you don't give me an explanation today, I will have your magazine closed immediately."

Virut wanted to see how Claire would deal with it. After all, there was a towering tree behind the magazine, and this kind of small matter was actually not a trouble at all.

Claire listened and tried to recall it, and then said affirmatively: "This sir, you may have made a mistake. The report about the army in our magazine is absolutely true.

The last military corruption case was also true. Apart from this, the other content has nothing to do with the army."

She has read every issue of the magazine, so her answer was very confident.

Virut simply pretended to be unreasonable: "I don't care. The real thing cannot be reported. This is slandering the image of our soldiers."

"No, we are trying to save your image as a soldier. Such bad apples must be dealt with resolutely to warn others." Claire continued.

"I told you to issue an apology and say it was a rumor."

"Sorry, we can't do that."

"Aren't you afraid that I will shut down your magazine?"

"Even if I shut you down, you can't apologize." Claire smiled and stared at Virut and said, "Sir, don't joke with me. Just tell me what you are here for!"

When Virut heard this, he put away his evil face and asked curiously, "How do you know I'm not here to cause trouble?"