Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

"Of course." Jones's eyes flashed a touch of provocation against Nora Smith, and then his face sank and he vowed, "I should have finished today's press conference after reading The Hawn Goup's clarification.

However, I don't want to bury my conscience, so I chose to announce the truth at today's press conference. "

"Conscience? I think your conscience has been eaten by dogs." A sarcastic smile rose from the corners of Nora Smith's mouth.

Seeing Nora Smith say so, reporters surrounded Nora Smith and began to bombard her.

"Miss Nora Smith, is what Mr. Jones said true?"

"Does The Hawn Goup really choose to use inferior raw materials because of interests, which leads to consumer poisoning?"

"Are those two so-called warehouse keepers really pot-bearers?"

"After the continuous fermentation of things, did The Hawn Goup direct and play the planning of this explosion?"

Nora Smith smiled faintly and said calmly, "Of course not. Every word Jones said is false, fabricated out of thin air, deliberately slandering The Hawn Goup."

"What evidence do you have to prove that what Jones said is false?" The reporter pointed the microphone at Nora Smith. "Why did he do this? It won't do him any good!"

Nora Smith sneered. "If, as Joneses said, the explosion was premeditated by The Hawn Goup, then why did Asher Hawn and I get hurt in the explosion?"

Nora Smith rolled up his sleeves, and a dark red wound was particularly conspicuous on his fair and delicate skin.

Her cold eyes fell on Jones. "If Asher Hawn and I had known it would explode, how could we go to Warehouse One at the time of the explosion? Now Asher Hawn is lying unconscious in the hospital. He will joke about his own life safety?"

Hearing Nora Smith's words, everyone whispered.

Indeed, news came from the hospital that Asher Hawn was unfortunately crushed by the ceiling falling from the sky in the explosion, and was seriously injured. He has been unconscious for several days, and is likely to become a vegetable.

Joneses eyes flashed a bleak light. "This is your bitter plan, but there was an accident and Asher Hawn was injured."

"Accidents? I said it was man-made!" Nora Smith's face was completely cold, and his lips were full of sarcasm.

"The explosion that day, coincidentally, didn't happen early, didn't happen late, just when Asher Hawn and I went to the warehouse, and Jonesy, just before the explosion, took a phone call and walked away unscathed!"

"What do you mean by that?" Jones frowned.

Nora Smith looked at him coldly. "I mean, Jone, you were behind the explosion! You were the one who started the radioactive material of Ice and Fire!"

"You talk nonsense!" Jones retorted coldly. "Because I told the truth, Nora, are you jumping a coward and pushing everything on me?"

"I'm afraid it's you who jumped over the wall." Nora Smith smiled faintly. "You deliberately mixed radioactive elements into raw materials, resulting in some 'Ice and Fire' products produced in France containing radioactive elements, resulting in consumer poisoning.

After that, you deliberately led me and Asher Hawn to warehouse one. You planted a bomb in the warehouse. Your phone was actually directing people to detonate the bomb!

Why on earth have you arranged such a bureau carefully? "

"Nora's story is really beautiful, but unfortunately you made it up by yourself." Jones waved his hand and told reporters, "Don't listen to her side of the story."

Nora Smith's mouth evoked a cold smile. "Whether it is a story or not will soon be known."

Nora Smith's eyes couldn't help looking at the gate of the conference hall.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. Why hasn't Asher Hawn come yet?

Supposedly, Clark should have got the evidence. Counting the time, Asher Hawn should have almost arrived.

There won't be any unexpected situation, will there?

I can't help it. I can only delay time with what Anthony sent her first.

Taking back his thoughts, Nora Smith cleared his throat and looked sharply at Jones. "Jones, I have a telephone recording here. Do you want to hear it?"

JONES smells speech, not from stunned, "What recording?"

Nora Smith waved his mobile phone, and his beautiful eyes flashed a cold light. "You will know what recording it is by listening."

In full view, Nora Smith found the file Anthony sent her, put her mobile phone in front of the microphone, and clicked the play button.

Soon, a conversation between two people came from the mobile phone.

"Well, is everything ready?" This voice is Jones's.

Another woman's voice sounded, "Ready to detonate at any time."

"Very good." Jones's tone was somewhat cloudy. "Detonate the bomb in a minute."

"No problem!" The woman's voice sounded again.

Then there was a sound of eager footsteps, and it was suspected that Jones was running to safety.

A minute later, the woman's voice sounded, "Can you detonate?"

"Ok!"

Then, there was a loud bang. Even if you just heard the recording on your mobile phone, everyone in the place could feel the thrilling explosion scene.

"Good job!" Jones said with satisfaction.

That's the end of the phone recording, and everyone present looked shocked.

Is it true that the explosion in The Hawn Goup warehouse was not an accident at all, but someone deliberately planted a bomb?

According to this recording, the person who planted the bomb is probably Jones.

In the face of public doubts, Jones tightly shook his fingers and raised his voice. "It's just a recording that I don't know where it came from. What can it prove?

What evidence do you have that it was me on the phone? What evidence does this bomb have to do with Warehouse One? "

Jones asked several rhetorical questions in an aggressive tone.

Nora Smith put away his cell phone, looked around, and explained with a faint look, "This conversation started at 3:20 pm on June 30th, and a minute later, at 3:21 pm, it was the time when The Hawn Goup No.1 warehouse exploded.

As for whether the speaker in the recording is you or not, it is very simple, as long as you do a voiceprint identification, it will be clear at a glance. "

"I have invited the voiceprint appraiser, Jones. Do you dare to do the appraisal?" Nora Smith scoffed, his sharp eyes gazing straight at him.

Jones's face changed. He never thought that Nora Smith would have such a recording.

Why?

Nora Smith and Asher Hawn were walking to warehouse one, and it was impossible to hear his phone.

Where did Nora Smith get the recording?