The failure of the Germans was destined and came very quickly.

Just at the end of the month, the Soviet army invaded Berlin before the US army, successfully putting an end to the European battlefield.

The mustache was also found committing suicide in the basement, which annoyed the US military.

They neither received the credit for the capture of Berlin nor lost the credit for the beard, nor did they have the biggest credits.

This made countless American soldiers who wanted to make achievements very angry. I believe Esenhao was also full of anger. He failed to achieve a perfect trip to Europe.

This is the most disappointing thing about Essenhau. He has prepared a celebration banquet and a speech on his way to the stage.

If his men dared to be ahead of the Soviet army, these preparations would not turn into garbage.

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 with the most glorious landing war in human history, Normandy, and will be recorded in history forever.

The capture of Berlin, the dwarf committed suicide, and a lot of good news followed.

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

The end of the European war situation is a foregone conclusion, and this is the most important thing.

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

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

The written records left by nc are evidence, who was detained in concentration camps, how long did they last, and they still survived.

What kind of torture have they suffered have become the big news that journalists are rushing to report.

War correspondents who have a cold and life are rewarded, and big news is like spiritual food to them, completely enough to offset everything they have paid.

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

This is good news, but not for everyone.

Joyce, a senior reporter at the New York Times, is specializing in economics. Many years ago, a group of photos of the twins and Mary were taken to get this position.

However, she has never received good news in recent years.

This made her situation in the New York Times awkward and subtle, and the boss was dissatisfied with her performance, and the rising stars stared at her position again.

Joyce was under great pressure, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not write amazing reports.

Not a saying, "Not bad," "It's okay."

It is a big news that can cause people to rush to buy and spark public opinion.

It is not her duty to do it well. What he needs is to do the best, better than everyone, and find out big news.

This is the key to keeping her current position.

What’s interesting is that since that day, she has never been favored by good luck again.

The chance encounter with Mary did not make the two friends, and she never received valuable news from each other, and could not even meet her.

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

Joyce thinks he must be braver... bolder.

So she decided to go downstairs to Li's apartment building to try her luck, and no matter how bad it is, it is nothing more than that.

"Miss, you can't stay here." When he arrived at Lee's apartment, Joyce was squatting across the apartment, and someone soon came to drive her away.

"Why?" Joyce spread his hands in confusion, saying, "I am a reporter for 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 have to be serious," the security guard said indifferently.

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

The security guard looked at each other and asked Joyce's name. One of them turned around and walked towards the lobby. There was a phone call to let him contact the security room.

"Boss, someone at the door said he knew his wife, and her name was 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 knows, Mary doesn't seem to have a close friend of journalists, that is, the other party is lying.

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

Walk into the lobby with a starry sky roof and look at the floor that is smooth enough to be a mirror, classical carvings, meticulous and comfortable arrangements, dazzling decorations.

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

It was just as the elevator was up and Joyce suddenly thought of a bad question, 'I lied...'

But in a blink of an eye, Joyce thought again, 'It's not actually a lie. I do know her... I'm just not sure if she still remembers me.'

Just as Joyce was comforting himself, the elevator had already arrived at the living room, and she followed the man who claimed to be a housekeeper to the sofa with a dazed face.

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

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

"Of course." Franti looked at her unexpectedly. A strange woman broke into the apartment and took the initiative to ask for wine.

It's like some hint.

But Franti didn't like it very much because it was Li's apartment, and things would have gone bad if the wife knew about it.

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

"Yes, sir." Franti stood beside the sofa and pointed at Joyce, "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: "A good choice."

"Yes...yes." Joyce said stumbled.

Then she quickly picked up the wine in front of her and poured it into her mouth. The spicy taste of pure whiskey made her cough in a mess.

"Relax, Joyce... Are you friends with Mary?" Li Zitao sipped in a whiskey and said with a smile: "This is the top scotch whiskey, you should taste it slowly."

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

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

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

Joyce seemed to have been stripped and stood in front of the other side, with no secret from the inside out to hide, which prevented her from continuing to lie.
Chapter completed!