"Because..." Tong Zhan chuckled, walked up and patted Tong Yao on the shoulder, "Because you are a child of the Tong family."
Like a thunder falling on the ground, Tong Yao was so surprised that he was speechless at that moment!
A child from the Tong family?
"Then... what about her?" Her little white hands trembled as she struggled to hold up the small yellowed photo - she seemed to have guessed something, but she didn't dare to say it.
"She is your mother" smiled bitterly, and Tong Zhan expressed her suspicion.
Tong Yao was startled, and his mind went blank for a moment: Such an incredible life experience...
Tong Yao spent the whole day in a state of confusion.
Originally, I should be happy to have found my relatives and found out that I was the "granddaughter" of General Tong! But as my life experience became clear, there was also a huge political conspiracy——
She did complete the interview and knew the truth of that year, but once the report came out, she could not imagine what the consequences would be. With such a strong political background and shady story, how could she, a little intern, be able to suppress it?
But the souls who died on the submarine had the same blood as hers, so how could she ignore it...
She didn't know how she finally left the villa halfway up the mountain. Anyway, when she came back to her senses, she was already sitting at the desk in the hotel room, holding a pen in a daze, and the black pen tip blurred out on the paper.
A pool of ink
Manuscript, should I write it or not?
Tong Yao gritted his teeth and finally made the final decision - write!
This is the truth back then. She must restore the truth and give the Tong family a clean slate...
At this moment, downstairs
Two men in black trench coats walked into the hotel and went straight to the front desk to ask for Tong Yao's room number. The front desk lady wanted to stop them from registering, but one of them suddenly took out something from his pocket——
With a muffled sound, the service girl at the front desk fell down, and blood spurted out from the blood hole in her chest, instantly staining her entire dress red.
The cleaning lady next to her screamed in fright. The man looked stern and turned his gun towards her, killing her with the same shot.
"She should already know the truth. Deal with her before she spreads the news back to the country." He put away the gun calmly, and the man directly raised his feet over the corpse on the ground and walked towards the elevator.
As a killer, you help the "boss" solve a series of potential threats. This time, you "solve" a little intern.
It's not difficult for them
Upstairs, Tong Yao was still writing furiously, not noticing the approaching danger at all.
It wasn't until the doorbell of the guest room rang suddenly that she rushed to open the door in confusion: "Who is it?"
This is Moscow, she doesn't know anyone! Who would knock on her door at this time?
Her little hand came close to the doorknob, and she almost opened the door without thinking, but suddenly stopped at the last second: Wait! She still knows people in this city...!
For example...the one I bit last night
He won't come looking for him?
Thinking of this, Tong Yao's heart couldn't help but tremble, and a chill came down her spine. She couldn't tell whether it was fear, nervousness, anticipation, or some other emotion...
She leaned on the door with her small body and glanced out of the peephole. When she saw the two expressionless men in black outside, she couldn't help but be startled - the underworld?!
This is totally a reporter’s warning!
As a reporter, you have to deal with people from all walks of life. She remembered that when she was taking theoretical classes, the school taught them how to judge a person's occupation or classification based on their aura and appearance...
This damn theoretical knowledge is actually used at this time!
"Who is it?" She still answered unconsciously, as if she was rushing to open the door, but her body had already retreated quickly towards the balcony...
She lives on the second floor, which is not high by the standards of this European-style building.
Looking at the busy street outside, Tong Yao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and jumped directly to the top of a bunch of coffee shacks, crushing the red coffee shack to pieces.
The huge noise caused a commotion in the crowd. People on the street looked in this direction one after another. There was even a Russian uncle in his forties who pointed at her and shouted.
"Sorry, sorry!" Tong Yao didn't dare to delay, so he pushed aside the crowd and ran out.
She knows that as a journalist, it is inevitable that she will encounter people who "use force to solve problems", so at all times, footwork must come first!
However, after running a few steps, I heard several muffled sounds behind me, as well as the frightened screams of the crowd...
Tong Yao suddenly realized something, and his mind went blank.
She turned back reflexively, and sure enough she saw two black figures standing on the balcony where she was just now, and they both held a dark pistol in their hands. At this moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at her...