A big net of arrests has been opened in London.

Nash is very sure that no one who betrays the country can escape from this big net. He will use his duty and loyalty to tell everyone what a true patriot is.

He liked the name, and the Patriot was full of emotion as if he loved his wife. He even fantasized that one day he would die at the gun of an enemy and then wrote the words like this on his tombstone:

"Patriot Nash-he slept, but his eyes were open!"

What else is more proud of than this?

There are people coming and going on the streets of London, and no one knows when the enemy's plane will appear above his head, but this is not important. War will continue and life will continue.

Time is passing slowly.

The extremely familiar sedan appeared again, which was the car of the British Minister of Finance Mr. Yes. The two bodyguards who came out first, still had the same nervous expression. Then the same Yes got out of the car and walked into the cafe.

Just in the old position yesterday, Paris was already waiting there.

"I'm glad you were able to show up on time." Paris stood up and expressed his welcome.

"The British always like to execute meticulously." Yes sat down with the other party, and then took out a document from the briefcase he carried with him: "This is the proof you want, Mr. Paris."

"Ah, I'm so grateful." Paris took the certificate and looked carefully, then took out a check from his pocket: "Ten million pounds, Mr. Finance Minister, I think this is a pleasant cooperation."

"It's me, and I think it's a really pleasant collaboration."

Yes took the check. But before he could check the check carefully, a large group of agents suddenly rushed in and looked at the door. The two bodyguards had been secretly subdued.

When Yes saw the National Police Director Nash appear, he was a little unhappy: "Mr. Nash. What are you doing here? What does it mean to bring these agents?"

"Mr. Finance Minister, I am very sorry if it causes trouble." Nash owed a little, then his face turned correct: "I am ordered to arrest you, Mr. Finance Minister!"

"What, I was ordered to arrest me?" Yes seemed to have a funny joke: "Are you crazy? What charge did you arrest me? Was it just that I came here for a cup of coffee?"

Nash simply ignored his so-called joke: "Mr. Treasury Secretary, this is an order signed by President Fenton. Please go to my office. I have something to ask you. Oh, and you, Mr. Paris, please don't touch anything here, otherwise I'm not sure if my men will shoot!"

Paris shrugged indifferently and stood up.

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Yes was also not afraid at all. He really couldn't think of any reason for Nash to arrest him.

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"Madame Yes, and all of you, please stay here and not go out." At the same time, in Minister Yes' home, his wife and family were also under the control of the agents.

Mrs. Yes was a little surprised. She was taking her children to pack her luggage at home. Her husband had told her yesterday that she would send them to the United States.

From her husband's mouth, Mrs. Yes learned that the battle was very bad. The enemy would bomb London at any time. Under the current circumstances, there was no safer place than the United States.

But before they could finish their luggage, the agents rushed in. Although Mrs. Yes raised a serious protest, it was useless.

Their housekeeper, Mr. Pendona, would seem much calmer. He comforted Mrs. Yes and solemnly warned these uninvited guests that this was the home of the Minister of Finance, and any damage to property would be complained.

"Mr. Butler, we will try our best not to destroy everything here..." The captain who led the team said in a sarcastic tone: "But if there is really any loss, please tell the Minister of Finance. We have also done things under the order of the government."

The poor Mrs. Yes had no idea what to do except ask the housekeeper Pendona to keep calling her husband's office. But what was unexpected was that even the people in the office didn't know where the Minister of Finance was going.

What happened? What happened? But no one could answer Mrs. Yes, and the group of operatives, like wolfs and tigers, had rushed into every room.

Mrs. Yes was crying and she and her husband didn't even go in their children.

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But now it is messed up by these strangers.

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"Let's discuss your itinerary for today's day. Mr. Finance Minister." In his office, Nash said: "Why do you, who are busy with official business, go to such a small cafe?"

Yes looked at him coldly: "Does a Finance Minister have to report to you, the national police chief, for a day's work arrangement?"

"Of course not, I'm not interested in asking about your private life." Nash smiled: "But if it's about selling national interests, I have to ask about it."

National interests? Yes almost thought he had heard it wrong. What is the relationship between going to a cafe by himself and national interests?

Nash brought a document to Yes: "Mr. Finance Minister, please take a closer look. Is this what you wrote and your signature?"

Yes glanced briefly and recognized that this was the proof he wrote to Paris. He nodded and said, "Yes, this is what I wrote. Is there any problem?"

"Since you can admit that this is what you wrote, there is no problem." Nash asked someone to take the document back: "Let's take a look at what the above is written... I will make sure that the treasury will not be transferred by the Fenton government after the Axis forces occupy London. Before that, I have made sufficient arrangements... I think that according to the current financial situation of the Fenton government, they can no longer last long. The ongoing war has completely emptied all the financial and material resources of the Fenton government... The war will soon end with our great victory...."

"No, wait!" Yes screamed loudly: "This is not what I wrote. Hell, let me see it. This is not what I wrote at all!"

Nash looked at him coldly: "Mr. Minister of Finance, just one minute ago, I asked someone to show you this thing to you with your own eyes. Everyone here can prove what you just said. Mr. Recorder. Have you recorded every word in what Mr. Minister of Finance said?"

"Yes, I've recorded it faithfully."

"That's great, otherwise I would be misunderstood to wrongly accuse you..." Nash continued to read the contents of the document with the still cold voice: "We have received Mr. Paris's 10 million pounds, which will play a great role in completely subverting the Fenton government... Oh, there is still a lot of content I don't think I need to continue reading. The signature is, your dear friend, Darit. A. Yes."

He put the documents aside: "We did find a check of ten million pounds at the scene. God, I have never seen so much money in my life. I take the salary I should have. But I have a clear conscience because I know every pound I have is clean, but what about you, Mr. Finance Minister?"

Yes found himself facing a huge crisis. He could not imagine why the certificate he signed himself would become a letter of contact with the enemy. He was sure that the certificate was well written yesterday and no one had ever touched it. Oh, maybe there was one. It was Mr. Pendona, his housekeeper.

But Peng Duona followed him loyally for twenty years, how could he betray him?

"I asked to speak on the phone with Mr. President." said Jes, confused. "I must tell Mr. President that I was caught in a terrible plot!"

This guy who is still stubborn until now!

"I'm afraid you can't speak with Mr. President for the time being..." Nash sneered: "What I can tell you is that Mr. President has given me full authority to investigate this matter. Now let's discuss how you colluded with our enemies and how much national interests have you betrayed?"

"No, I have never sold any national interests!" Yes cried out in anger: "I have always been serving my country loyally!"

The phone rang on the desk, and Nash answered for a while, and when he put it down, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Look, Mr. Finance Minister, although I am very unhappy, I still have to tell you something that is not particularly good for you." Nash said this and became harsh: "In your home we found a large number of letters, mostly written by our enemies. Do you have any explanation for this?"

Yes had no idea what to say except shaking his head.

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To be continued...