Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 234: Paparazzi in Action

After becoming a top figure in the music industry, every move Link made attracted a lot of attention.

While his plane was still flying over the Atlantic Ocean, a senior entertainnt reporter from "The Sun" in London was plotting sothing big.

September in London, at The Sheaf pub on the East Coast of the Thas.

The weather was slightly chilly, the leaves of the plane trees on the street were starting to turn yellow, curling inward, and the double fruit balls hanging among the branches were exposed, looking like bells.

Bernard Gary withdrew his gaze, took out his phone and glanced at it, it was already past three in the afternoon, and Officer Jas Reed, who had agreed to et him here, had not yet arrived.

He sent a ssage, and Reed replied that he was on his way.

Officer Reed also told him that the world boxing champion Link Baker was coming to London for a match.

The police officers from the Greenwich District police station all had to work overti.

They were to maintain public order at the airport and surrounding streets to ensure that nothing unexpected occurred during the match.

He had patrolled the streets for two hours at noon and only had ti to co out in the afternoon.

Officer Reed asked him why he couldn’t just speak over the phone.

Gary said he would explain when he arrived, assuring it was good news.

More than ten minutes later, Officer Reed burst into the pub, dusty and in a rush.

He was wearing a gray woolen coat, a blue police shirt, and police trousers, with a tall and agile figure.

Although he was just over thirty, his face was resolute, and he already possessed a composed deanor.

"Hey, Bernard, why couldn’t you say it over the phone? Why did you make co all this way?"

Officer Reed exclaid as soon as he saw him.

Gary chuckled, adjusting his glasses, "Wouldn’t you co for a drink?"

"Just for a drink? Then you should pick a different ti, like a weekend afternoon or evening. Drinking on a Wednesday won’t be satisfying."

Officer Reed said as he took off his coat, sat down opposite, crossed his fingers, and looked seriously at Gary, "You just said on the phone that you had good news, can you tell now?"

Gary was about to speak when he looked up at the entrance and gestured with his hand.

At the pub’s entrance, a young man with small eyes and blond curly hair walked in.

"Jack Charlotte?"

Officer Reed glanced at him, surprised, "Bernard, why did you bring him here? You want to investigate the dismbered body case in the northern suburbs? I’ve told you before, that case is still under investigation, and I have no leads here. Jack Charlotte won’t be of any use to you despite being a detective, but his capabilities are not that great."

"Hey, Jas, saying that in front of isn’t nice, I may not be a superstar detective, but my 55% success rate far exceeds your Greenwich police station’s 15%," Experience tales at

Charlotte, the detective with small eyes, said indignantly, frowning.

"Are you including the cases of helping neighbors find cats and dogs you guys hid, or helping a lady find evidence of her husband’s affair? If so, our police station indeed can’t compete with your detective agency,"

Officer Reed sneered sarcastically.

"Hey hey, right, Jenny saw last ti and said she suspected you were seeing other won, wondering if I could help find evidence, Jas, should I take this case?" Charlotte asked jokingly with a grin.

"Jack Charlotte, are you threatening ? Threaten a police officer?"

Officer Reed stood up and pointed at Charlotte’s nose and shouted.

"Stop, stop fighting!"

Gary quickly stood up and held back the angry Reed, looking at the two and saying, "Jas, Jack, we’re all friends here. I invited you today to discuss sothing, can you please stop arguing for now?"

Officer Reed and Charlotte glanced at each other, huffed, and sat down across from each other with their arms crossed.

Gary picked up the bottle on the table and poured each of them a glass of whiskey.

"Here’s the thing, yesterday Joseph, the chief editor, approached our entertainnt reporters, giving us a significant task, whoever completes it will get a £50,000 reward."

"£50,000? What kind of task rits such a reward?"

Officer Reed asked in surprise.

Gary is a senior reporter at "The Sun", and also Reed’s friend and collaborator. Reed had collaborated with Gary before, exchanging clues from police cases for quite a few pounds.

Gary looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I think you both know who Link Baker is, and Emma Watson will be even more familiar to everyone."

From what we understood, when Emma Watson was shooting in Florida, she indeed had a brief relationship with Link Baker, but since it took place in the United States and wasn’t for long, it was difficult to gather evidence of their affair.

Now, Link is coming to Britain to compete and according to reliable information we’ve obtained, Emma Watson stopped promoting ’Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’ three days ago and ca to London before everyone else.

We speculate that her purpose in coming to London is definitely to et with Link."

Gary paused, looking at his two long-ti collaborators, "Our task is to capture any photographs of Link Baker and Emma Watson on a date at all costs. If we can do that, we can get ahead of everyone else and claim that £50,000 reward."

"A photo of Link and Emma dating is worth that much?"

Officer Reed asked, furrowing his brow.

Pfft!

Charlotte the detective scoffed dismissively, "You, who only knows football, probably don’t even know who Link is, right?"