Just as the world was being stirred up by a small island in the Pacific Ocean, in the Caribbean Sea, in Havana, people here were still enjoying the bright sunshine and pleasant sea breeze of the Caribbean as they did in the past.

"It's been a rough day today!"

Oswald put his arm into the coffee cup and sat in the cafe, looking at the sea. It was already half past six in the evening, and the sunset had dyed the sea red.

"Today is another quiet day, no big news, no big events!"

"Hey, my friend, this is Cuba, this is Havana, how could there be any big event?"

Batisil shook his head and took a sip of coffee.

"Here, we just need to enjoy the tropical sunshine and, of course, the passionate women. This is common sense, my friend."

"Never mind," Oswald took a final puff of his cigarette and put it out.

"I plan to have a good sleep tonight and wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, there might be big news."

By the time Oswald returned home, it was already past 10 o'clock in the evening. The old-fashioned apartment stairs always made creaking sounds when he stepped on them. When he walked upstairs and returned home, he could smell a musty smell when he opened the door.

After Oswald arrived in Cuba at the beginning of the year, in order not to attract attention from the outside world, he lived in an apartment like this. Most of the people living here were "new immigrants" like them. However, unlike ordinary immigrants, with his university degree in literature, he found a job in a newspaper and became a reporter.

And then what?

In the past six months, he has become an excellent reporter.

Oswald stood in the darkness for a moment, then he looked out the window at the pedestrians on the street returning home late. Then he went into the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of rum. Next to the sink, a newspaper from the previous day was thrown there casually.

Oswald picked it up and went back to the living room, where he began to read the newspaper.

There were a lot of news in the newspapers, but there was only one piece of news that could attract Oswald - His Excellency Wang Youling, former assistant minister of the Executive Yuan of the Ming Empire, would visit Havana soon.

Looking at the news in the newspaper, Oswald's gaze changed a little, but as he read, the newspaper slipped from his hands and fell to the floor.

In this way, no one knew how long it had passed, until the next day, in the early morning sunshine, Oswald was awakened by the sound of a quarrel coming from next door.

Oswald had absolutely no interest in the quarrel between the woman and the man. He picked up the newspaper from the floor, read the news, and then talked to himself.

"Well, it's time!"

Half an hour later, Oswald arrived at the newspaper office. As soon as he entered the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief stood at the door and shouted.

"Oswald, come here."

When he entered the office, the editor-in-chief said to him.

"Oswald, your article calling for resistance to the infiltration of Ming Dynasty capital is excellent. It caused a sensation throughout Cuba. Of course, you also know that because of this, the assistant minister of the Ming Empire also came. I mean the former one."

The editor-in-chief's voice sounded somewhat smug as he looked at Oswald and said.

"When he arrives, you will interview him on behalf of the newspaper. Of course, you will not interview him alone, but in the lobby of the dock. You know, we need first-hand information. Do you know how to get big news?"

"Editor-in-Chief, I know I'm going to ask some very tough questions!"

Oswald said with a smile.

"Trust me, editor-in-chief, you'll get a big story!"

When he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office, Oswald felt that happiness came so suddenly and everything went smoothly beyond his imagination.

Two months ago, he published an article in the newspaper accusing the Ming Empire's capital of invading Cuba's sugar industry and calling on local Cuban businessmen to unite and resist the Ming Empire's capital invasion. Then what?

He successfully incited the people to resist Ming capital, which of course led to the visit of the assistant minister.

Well, the plan is already half successful!

That morning, Oswald went to the telegraph company and sent a telegram to his companions in Peru.

"The mouse is already in the cage."

"Rat" is the code name Oswald gave to Wang Youling, and it is also the name of their plan "Rat Hunting Plan". In the eyes of Oswald and his men, Wang Youling is a rat that steals their wealth.

On the morning of August 18, the Havana dock was very lively. Senior officials of the Cuban colonial authorities and representatives of overseas Chinese came to the dock to welcome the former assistant minister of the empire.

Even though he came in a private capacity, as the former assistant minister of the Ming Empire, he was naturally treated with great respect. In addition to personally welcoming him with high-ranking officials such as the governor, he was also arranged to be interviewed by reporters in the customs hall. In a word, the standard of hospitality was sufficient, even a bit "over the standard".

As the military band played music, when Wang Youling, the former assistant minister of the empire, stepped off the cruise ship, the colonial governor Arsenio Martínez Campos personally came to greet him. The two of them communicated warmly and friendly. Although Wang Youling's Spanish was not very fluent, it did not prevent him from communicating with the other party.

While they were communicating enthusiastically, the Secret Service agent following behind Wang Youling looked around vigilantly, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

The Imperial Special Service Bureau is responsible for providing close security to important officials. Even though Wang Youling is a retired senior official, he still has two agents protecting his safety. When he travels abroad, the Secret Service Bureau sends two more security agents. They scan the welcoming crowd, as if trying to find anyone who poses a threat.

Obviously, senior officials of the Cuban authorities are not among them, and overseas Chinese are also safe. Then there are... reporters. Those reporters seem to be taking pictures there frantically, as if nothing is more important to them than recording it all.

Reporters are also safe, as long as they don't get too close to the front. While the agents were analyzing the safety threats of the crowd, Oswald, who was squeezing in the welcoming crowd, had already squeezed to the front row and stared at Wang Youling, who was more than ten meters away. His eyes became colder and colder. He stared at him with a cold gaze.

It was this mouse that took away everything that belonged to him!

Now, it's time to avenge all the dead Chileans!

When the former assistant minister came over, he picked up the Seagull camera, pointed it at him and pressed the shutter of the camera...

There will be another update in the evening! I have set up a book club: 335260551. Everyone is welcome to join and discuss the plot together.