"Bruno?" She tried to shout again.

Still no one answered.

Louise went to a desk, everything was tidied up very neatly, and a lonely letter was placed on the desk.

Her hand clenched slowly.

Took a deep breath and touched her forehead. Louise's extremely beautiful face showed sadness and depression.

Trying to suppress her inner feelings, she took the letter and opened it:

"Louise, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."

"We were once impressed by your lofty ideals and strong action. We once said that we would work with you to find the original heart of the press."

"But real life beat us."

"First Bernard, then Camille, and finally ... me."

"We have experienced so many difficult times together and challenged so many buried truths together. We don't care about the poor life."

"But ..."

"Louise, stop."

"This time it really caused a big trouble. What we reported in the past were all some enterprise groups. Even if they are angry, they will act according to the law."

"But this time is different."

"The church of human trafficking in this investigation has been entrenched in Europa for hundreds of years, and its forces are intertwined, forming a horrible net with many dignitaries."

"What we have touched is not only human trafficking, but also its subsequent forced sale of yin, organ trading, slave labor ... and even powerful black gold."

"The profit of this black industrial chain is as high as tens of billions of dollars, almost catching up with the total profit of China's trade with the United States in one year."

"I can imagine how many people are involved."

"Louise, I still have my family. Last night, my mother's bedroom glass was shot."

"This is a naked warning."

"I don't want to go back and see my mother's body."

"I understand your experience very well."

"You are an orphan. You grew up with the support of a reporter. His pursuit of the original intention of the news deeply infected you. You carry forward his legacy."

"But I don't want you to end up like him-being tortured to death."

"Louise, Louise ..."

"Your name is Louise, but you are Louise Garcia, not lois lane."

"There is no daily planet behind you, and there is no colleague named Clark from Krypton. You can take off your glasses and coat at any time and save you as superman."

"Those people are ruthless, and you are a very beautiful woman."

"If the other party starts work, what will happen to you? I believe I don't need to describe it to you."

"Louise, give up this investigation, and we can work with you in other directions."

"When we have enough energy and influence and try again, maybe we can really succeed."

"Going now is like a moth to a fire."

"Take my advice once, Louise."

"-Bruno who is still willing to follow you."

This is the end of the letter.

Louise, who was not calm in her heart, squeezed her hand unconsciously and pinched the letter paper out of obvious wrinkles.

The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

On the desk, there is a photo frame in a conspicuous place.

There are five young men and women in the photo frame, laughing happily, and Louise and Sophia are standing in the middle.

Picking up the photo frame, Louise looked back and looked at it again.

It suddenly occurred to her that the reporter who sponsored him had left her a sentence:

Pursuing justice is a war, and those who walk on this road are doomed to be lonely soldiers.

"Lonely warrior?"

Louise said this sentence to herself.

She remembered the shocking contents found in the investigation of human trafficking.

People lose their dignity, are treated as objects, and are wantonly played with, transformed, abused and even killed.

That group of traffickers, in the economic recession countries of East Europe, lured girls in the name of being models; In war-torn areas, women and children are bought at a price of hundreds of dollars.

Some animals even teach sadistic performances, and those who bid higher can choose a sadistic way.

Louise certainly understands that to pierce these now is like a moth to a flame.

As Bruno said, it would be better to wait for your influence to become greater and then go to these things.

But ...

Every minute this dark chain exists, there will be one more victim and one more soul who cries after dying in pain.

If everyone is afraid because of fear, then the world will never become better!

In pursuit of justice, there are always people who have to sacrifice.

In that case, why can't the victim be me-Louise Garcia.

Of course I understand that there will be no superman who loves me to save me, but I am ready to die.

I'm alone, what's to be afraid of!

Louise, who was holding the stationery, suddenly smiled, and there was something completely decisive in her pure blue eyes.

Put down the writing paper, sit in the chair and turn on the computer.

She wants to change the manuscript quickly.

Wifi just connected, suddenly, a transmission program with a simple interface popped up.

Louise's eyes closed slightly, quite dignified.

This is her secret communication channel with a former Wikileaks member. By paying the other party, she can get a lot of behind-the-scenes information.

But the other party rarely takes the initiative to pass something to her.

What is it this time?

Wait for the file to be transferred, decompress and open it.

At first, it was the other party's message:

"This is a video that is enough to shock the world. Because of this thing, we have been targeted by Xiyo."

"The video was uploaded to the Internet for 20 minutes and then deleted by the platform. One day later, the safe house was raided by raid."

"We're going to hide."

"But I think I should give this thing to you before I leave. I believe you can handle it properly."

The description of the other party made Louise's mood more dignified.

Click play.

The light of the screen shone on her beautiful face.

Looking at the video content, Louise gradually showed an incredible look ...