章節 1393: Chapter 1393: Deadly Moves, and More Deadly Moves
This 'New Year's Day surprise' not only shocked Ferdinand.
It also shocked many members of the Socialist Party, including those who had always supported Ferdinand.
This is an attitude from the United States!
The signal is far stronger than any previous accusations!
After all, they didn't believe that the Manila Standard, with its meagre resources, could have obtained a US military document from forty or fifty years ago!
Even if the document was not supposed to be highly confidential...
Public opinion in the Philippines was also stirred up by the Manila Standard's news report.
Ferdinand and the Socialist Party's reputation collapsed once again.
Ferdinand was of course furious, and directly via the television station, vehemently accused 'some imperialists' of 'blatant and explicit interference' in the internal affairs of the Philippines.
His hysterical struggle had a certain effect, after all, not everyone has a sufficient sense of right and wrong.
But it doesn't matter!
Because this news was just an appetizer.
The main course is coming soon!
January 2nd.
The Manila Standard Today newspaper reports at length on a sensational story.
The news is like a peace bomb, and the power of the explosion shocks everyone!
The news, apart from some pictures, is a list provided by an anonymous person.
On this list are some large assets, and it is stated that all these assets are the property of the Ferdinand family, worth tens of billions of dollars!
The assets include four office buildings in Manhattan, New York, a villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, a villa in Honolulu, Hawaii, 29 airplanes, a mountain of cash totalling billions of dollars, more than ten tons of gold, and many companies, television stations, farms, land, real estate, etc.
Naturally, the entire list of assets could not be printed in the pages of the Manila Standard Today.
However, the news article stated that the source had the complete list and that it was absolutely true, having been provided by Ferdinand's right-hand man!
The source had already given the complete list to many people to keep, including foreign media outlets!
...
'Seal off the Manila Standard!'
'It must be sealed off immediately!'
Ferdinand yelled angrily from the President's Office.
He was trying to hide his inner panic and unease.
He was still clutching the remains of the Manila Standard Today in his hands, many of the remaining pieces lying quietly on the floor.
The newspaper had published an incomplete list, and it was impossible for outsiders to tell whether it was true or not, but couldn't he tell?
Every item of property listed was accurate!
Therefore, the newspaper's description of it being 'provided by Ferdinand's trusted men' stung his eyes.
Someone had definitely betrayed him!
Who was it?
Was the traitor within still watching his every move? Did he have any more dirt on him?
All these unknown fears were constantly gnawing away at his heart.
He looked sharply at the head of the secret service, Enrique Brod, who had brought him the newspaper. His bloodshot eyes flashed with a murderous light.
Enrique Brod panicked and defended himself, his face turning pale, 'President Ferdinand, please believe me, the traitor definitely cannot be me!'
'I have no reason to betray you!'
'Hoo...hoo...'
Ferdinand stared at Enrique Brood with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily but not saying a word, until the latter was sweating profusely.
After a long while, Ferdinand's gaze flickered, and in a hoarse voice he said, 'Brood, I believe you won't betray me.'
'You go out first and continue monitoring all the situations and report back to me in time.'
'Yes!'
'President Ferdinand, I will leave now.'
Enrique Brod answered loudly and then quickly left the president's office.
As he closed the office door, he wiped the sweat from his face and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
At this time, the cold touch on his back made him realise that, unbeknownst to him, his back was completely wet.
'Hey...'
sighs, Enrique Brode leaves worried.
Just after he has left.
The head of the Philippine National Police rushes into Ferdinand's office and after a few minutes rushes out again.
And ten minutes later.
The head office of the Manila Standard Today and all branches across the country are closed and all staff arrested for questioning.
The reason: slander against the head of state.
In addition, newsstands and bookstores and a series of other newspaper outlets were all investigated, and all copies of the Manila Standard Today that had not yet been sold were confiscated.
This kind of action of breaking the rules and overturning the table directly shocked everyone, and the foreign media who witnessed it all were all pumped up like they had just been given a shot in the arm.
Xu Huange and his cousin and others were prepared for the Manila Standard Today to be banned, but they were still surprised when it actually happened.
But despite their anger, they also felt a sense of joy. Ferdinand was already in a state of hysteria, and he had no more tricks up his sleeve!
And there were only ten days left until the actual election day!
...
That night.
The Director of the National Bureau of Investigation, Enrique Brod, had just arrived home tired when he suddenly saw a black car rushing towards him.
His bodyguard immediately raised the alarm.
A white man got out of the car, held his hands up to show that he was not dangerous, and walked calmly towards Enrique Brod's car, saying, 'Director Enrique Brod, I want to talk to you about something that concerns the lives of you and your family!'
Hearing this, the guards dared not take any rash action and could only report to Enrique Brod through the car window as soon as possible.
Enrique Brod, who had originally wanted to order the guards to shoot, hesitated.
After a while, the white man's car followed and entered Enrique Brod's villa.
After a thorough body search to ensure that there was no danger, the white man, led by the guards, entered the living room.
In the living room, Enrique Brood was already sitting on the sofa, surrounded by four guards.
'Tell me, who the hell are you?'
'Did you make the list in the Manila Standard Today?'
Enrique Brood stared at the white man with murder in his eyes and asked in an interrogatory tone.
The white man was not intimidated, however, and said with a faint smile, 'It doesn't matter who I am, Chief Enrique Brood. What you should be more concerned about is your own future.'
'Everyone knows you are Ferdinand's right-hand man.'
'You should know very well that Ferdinand is doomed to perish. Are you going to perish with him?'
'If you fall, what will happen to those under you?'
When he said the last sentence, the white man deliberately looked at the several guards standing around.
Under his gaze, the faces of each guard fluctuated, obviously having been affected.
Enrique Brode, feeling heavy-hearted, scanned the guards around him and commanded, 'You may go first. Don't come in unless I speak.'
The guards did not speak, and they all left the living room.
Soon, only Enrique Brode and the white man were left in the living room.
'Which side are you on?'
'Are you an American secret agent?'
Enrique Brode looked at him with burning eyes.
The white man smiled faintly and said, 'I said, my identity is not important.'
'Director Enrique Brod, you should actually understand that from the moment you chose to let me in, you no longer have any way out!'
Enrique Brod clenched his fists and fixed his gaze on the white man.
After a long while, Enrique Brod sighed and lowered his head in a dejected manner.
Seeing this, the white man continued to attack his mind.
'Director Enrique Brod, you should actually be glad that you let me in, so that you can save yourself a way out.'
'Ferdinand's banning of the Manila Standard today is useless. He can't ban foreign media. The complete list of corruption will be published worldwide in the next two days.'
'And you don't really think that the witnesses to the 1983 assassination have disappeared, do you?'
'Do you think Ferdinand still has a chance in the face of this series of fatal scandals?'
'By the way, I must remind you that quite a few people have already chosen to betray Ferdinand.'
'I'm talking to you now because you still have some value. If you drag your feet, you can imagine your future.'
Enrique Brode was silent for a long time, his fists clenching and unclenching.
A long time.
'Hey...'
A sigh sounded.
Enrique Brode looked up at the white man and said slowly, 'What do you want me to do?'
The white man's smile grew wider, and he said slowly, 'You are the Director of the Philippine National Bureau of Investigation. Provide me with all the dirt you have on Ferdinand.'
'Okay...'
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