Subtitle of this chapter: Le Monde, which detonated the world

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Why are there so many people on Piccadilly Street?

Because the London police fulfilled their supervisor's orders faithfully and blocked all the hostages released from the embassy on this road.

Ordinary people are still a little scared when they see the notes, and even if they are dissatisfied, they will obediently do so.

But are the guests who can attend this high-standard diplomatic cocktail party ordinary people?

Most of these hostages have status.

"You are just a little police officer, I said, do you know who I am?!"

Police Constable is referred to as PC. Their lowest level police officer.

"Sir Xun, I won't tell you anymore. Where is your superior? I want to talk to him!"

Anyone who has watched Hong Kong movies knows that the patrol is Sergeant - Sha Zhan.

"Sir Inspector, don't you let me go? I'm going to No. 10 Downing Street to report the situation here to the Prime Minister!"

The Inspector is the third last level, with Chief Inspector, Superintendent, and Chief Superintendent. These people are actually considered grassroots police forces.

Commander, Deputy Assistant Commissioner, Deputy Director and Director form the Chief Police Officer Association (ACPO). They are the real senior police officers.

To be fair, by the 1921 standards, the British police's reaction speed cannot be said to be unhappy.

In less than thirty minutes after receiving the report, they had surrounded the Japanese Embassy in the UK.

If they hadn't controlled traffic, our Master Yuan wouldn't be able to take it out even if he caught two chickens.

It was just because the director issued the order too quickly that the guests quarreled with the police who were blocking the road.

At this time, Sir Hallwood, the first scapegoat in the British Empire in 1921, came here.

Then he was stunned: "You have good news, and no one has died so far, this is good news..."

"WHAT THE FXCK! What good news is this, these CHINKs didn't kill anyone but rushed into the embassy!"

"They call themselves the Hibiscus Legion? What's this?"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

When the director learned that the Jin Jin army had kidnapped two crown princes, two cabinet ministers, and ministers from several countries. If he was not in good health and had a little cardiovascular disease, he would probably faint, and maybe he would just burp... No, he died of the line of duty.

Perhaps for him, fainting or even dying at this time should be a kind of happiness.

Since he was not sick, he would not die. As the head of the London police force, he had to bite the bullet and take over the command task.

At this time, Sir Hallwood, who had been hiding in the system all his life, realized that his ending would not be too good. So the first thing he thought of was...

"Quickly find me a phone number, I want to notify the Prime Minister..."

"Ba,ba,ba..."

Just when he was about to let the respected Prime Minister Lloyd take part in the blame, he saw a strong light flashing from the spotlight not far away.

"What's going on? Where did the reporters come from? How did they get the news so quickly?"

He saw him, and he also saw him.

The two reporters rushed over immediately and asked loudly: "Sir Hallwood, we are reporters of Le Monde..."

"Wait a minute, which newspaper reporter are you?"

"We are reporters of Le Monde. Mr. Pulitzer founded Le Monde."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Pulitzer is...are you American journalists?"

"Yes, yes, we are reporters from Le Monde in the UK, and we came as soon as we got the news."

"Wait a little longer, where did you get the news?"

"Miss Emma Pulitzer, the daughter of our editor, is in the embassy, ​​and she called us."

"His priestess" has not been idle these days. She used her father's name to summon all the reporters from Le Monde in the UK to London. These two were just on-site reporters.

This is human preparation.

She bought the most advanced photography equipment at this time and rented a high-power transmitter, so that she could directly contact the headquarters of Le Monde in New York.

At this time, the big newspapers and some big companies in need all had their own telegraph rooms.

This is material preparation.

Now that the first phase of the "Tai Sui Operation" has been successful, she, who is staying in the embassy, ​​can use the telephone to remotely control these manpower and material resources to report the 723 major events.

This will allow the media around the world to be one step faster, and add icing on the cake and her first-hand interview.

The "priestess" of the SCP Foundation took the first step to becoming a world-renowned female journalist.

And without her knowledge, Emma Pulitzer is about to save her family career.

Because on that timeline, after entering the Great Depression, Le Monde encountered business difficulties. Her father had to sell Le Monde in 1931.

Because Pulitzer, the old will, stipulated that Le Monde could never be sold. Herbert also hired a lawyer and after a lot of troublesome judicial procedures, he revised his father's will.

Le Monde in the future has become unknown, and it is incomparable to the grey lady of The New York Times, let alone in other countries. (Author’s note: Although France’s second largest newspaper is also called Le Monde, it has nothing to do with the Pulitzer family.)

However, on this timeline, 723 major events will change the fate of Le Monde...

4:15 pm Eastern Time.

New York, Le Monde building.

"Bang!"

The editor-in-chief's office was pushed away suddenly, and a staff member broke in, waving the telegram in his hand and said, "Mr. Pulitzer, there is an urgent telephone!"

Mr. Herbert Pulitzer was wearing reading glasses and looking at the evening newspaper of Le Monde today. At four o'clock, all the evening newspapers almost left the printing factory and were about to start on the shelves.

Seeing clearly is one of the daily tasks of most editors.

He was startled by such rude behavior and raised his head dissatisfiedly, "What's the urgent thing to do? Is it that urgent? I don't even knock on the door..."

"Mr. Pulitzer, it's really urgent!"

"Oh, let me show it..."

The editor-in-chief looked at the beginning and couldn't help but frown. Emma wouldn't be joking with her.

But he immediately remembered the conversation between the father and daughter before their separation.

"Dad, if I send an emergency call back, please believe the news above, all the news is true!"

"My good daughter, just go out for a good time and have fun when you travel. Don't always think about news or something. I don't need a reporter like you. You are so old, Louis is a good boy again..."

"Oh, don't talk about this for now. Do you agree to me?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I promise you. My Miss Journalist."

He rushed out of the office without even wearing his coat and shouted at the secretary: "Hurry, hurry, prepare my car!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Pulitzer. Where are you going?"

"Where am I going? Of course it's a printing factory!" Herbert continued to instruct, "By the way, you inform everyone, everyone... except the telegraph room, will rush to the printing factory now."

"This, why is this?"

The editor-in-chief of Le Monde rushed to the elevator at a speed that was completely unagreeable. After hearing this question, he turned his head and shouted: "Because we are going to issue an extra number today..."
Chapter completed!