Chapter 433 The Beads
"He, I re-confirmed the information you asked me to query. This is the material provided by KGB in North America. We have not verified it. We can judge the authenticity by ourselves." Kristen's voice.
"Castro is indeed a person in the Cuban Revolutionary Army, but he was mainly active eight years ago, participated in the Santiago Uprising in 1953, and was detained by the government as a political prisoner in 1955. Infiltrate Mexico to organize the rebels..."
"When he returned to Cuba, he had already had a lot of prestige within the Revolutionary Army. If nothing unexpected happens, he is likely to become a real NO1 after overthrowing the old government. . "
"However, something interesting happened. With 1959 as the node, the upper class of the Revolutionary Army, including Castro, suddenly lost the news. When the Revolutionary Army overthrew the government again, it stood up again At the front desk is a man named Joshua Herrera. "
"Internal coup?" He Chi expressed his guess. "I can only think of this possibility." The French woman opposite gave her own judgment.
"How much do you know about the children around me?" He Chi looked at the little girl who was reading the album in the corner.
"This is a long story." Christine cleared her throat
"This revolutionary leader was a very attractive person before he disappeared, with intelligence records. There are currently five women who have had romance with him, including progressive young women, noble ladies, female warriors, female teachers, and even female intelligence officers... In summary, it is a killing. "
"Oh~ Awesome guy." He Chi whistled and commented sincerely. "Awesome? Is there any? I remember there is a guy here who seems to be slightly better in women..." Christine on the opposite side suddenly stabbed her with a gun and a stick.
"Uh, Benjamin? Well, you're right, please continue to talk about it." He Chi simply changed the subject.
The phone paused for a moment, and He Chi could even feel it. Christine rolled her eyes while she was about to roll her eyes.
"Okay, I'll go on." The female intelligence officer pulled the topic back "Alina Fernandez Revelta, Castro's daughter."
"Strictly speaking, her birth was an accident."
"Her mother, Natalia Clives, was a married lady in Cuban society, and she was with this guerrilla as a young man. The captain had a brief relationship and gave birth to Alina. "
"The husband of this lady is a famous local cardiologist. In the face of this situation, she treated her as her own. , without grudges, raised Alina, who was still young at the time, and now she fell into your hands for unknown reasons..."
"He, do you know what this means?" Chris Ting's voice was unprecedentedly formal.
"According to what we currently have, it seems that some people in Cuba still support the missing Castro, and now this support is likely to be passed on to his children, which means that this is also a She is a [princess], and she may be the key to leveraging the situation in Cuba and even the world."
Looking at the girl who seemed to be very ignorant, He Chi thought for a moment.
"Sinier, I need your help this time..."
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The next day, a port in southern Florida.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, He Chi led the little girl into a dark tavern.
The tavern was probably not open yet, and there were only bartenders who were wiping cups and two people who seemed to be bodyguards in the whole room.
As soon as he stepped into the door, several malicious eyes shot over, the target first was He Chi's waist, and then swept around the girl's face.
Alinna's hand that surrounded Dongfangren's arm couldn't help but tighten. "Sorry, it's not business hours now." "I'm not here to drink." He Chi said to the bartender, pressing the twenty dollar bills on the table with his hands. "What do you want?" The bartender who was wiping the wine glass walked to He Chi and asked slowly. With a slight move in his hand, the banknotes on the table disappeared.
"A serving of barley salted fish porridge, a cup of juice, and I'm a little soft-selling here and want to take action." Oriental people rubbed their fingers and gestured a special gesture.
The bartender probably had a wrong idea. He looked at the thin Alina and said in disgust, "Hey, man, we are not a strip club here, and we don't want to be so young."
Boom, the sound of an object hitting the table interrupted the bartender's words, and a diamond-clad ring lay quietly on the wooden table.
The bar's eyes were instantly attracted. He picked up the ring with his handkerchief and wiped it gently, then looked at it in the sunshine, confirming that it was a diamond ring of very good quality.
"The stuff is good, how many do you have?" the bartender asked in a low voice, making a gesture to the thugs beside him. "There are some, what price?" "Sorry, there is not so much cash here, you can wait." "I'm going to leave by boat tomorrow, There is not so much time."
"Soon, go raise some money, hurry up." The bartender winked and the bodyguard walked towards the door.
But the tall and strong thug didn't really go out, but pulled down the roller shutter door with both hands.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read! "Do you hand over everything yourself, or do we do it yourself?" said the bartender gloomy. "Brother, don't do this. I don't want to cause trouble. I'll give you some things." He Chi raised his hands and threw a small black bag on the table.
The bartender grinned and reached for it.
boom!
Fire flashed everywhere, a small explosion exploded in his hands, and the room was filled with smoke.
Dong! ! ! Dong! ! ! !
The rolling shutter door pulled up made two loud noises. The passers-by looked at it in confusion, shook their heads and quickly left the place.
The ventilation system was turned on, the smoke in the room was pumped away, and the vision became clear.
The two bodyguards hit the heads of the sunken pit in the roller shutter door, not knowing life or death, and the bartender's right hand was bleeding and he fell to the ground and kept wailing.
He Chi put away the ring, picked up a piece of finger from the ground, and placed it in front of the bartender. "If possible, I don't want to solve the problem with violence. This finger is based on my experience within twenty minutes If you hurry up, there is hope of recovery. Our deal will continue? "
The bartender stared at the man opposite with sweat, with a resentful look in his eyes, but facing his broken fingers, he He nodded vigorously.
"A wise choice, if you have the same attitude as soon as you enter the door, we might have a very pleasant exchange."
"Then during the question, this girl probably came from the question about half a month ago. Cuba came here on a smuggling boat. I know you have a way. I want to know which boats came here at that time? ”
(This chapter ends)