This week, I have two shifts a day, one is that I have a cold and I am not cured, and the other is that I am too busy at work, and I am trying to do as much as possible for two stable days.

handed over the film that the other group of Afghan natives were chasing after him, and with the resounding name of Tomahawk, the fate of the two reporters, a man and a woman, was saved.

Although it was saved at the hands of the Shiites who pursued and killed, after a long life-and-death pursuit and the fierce collision with the convoy at the end, only half of his life was left.

If these two people are abandoned, it won't be long before this half of the strip will be gone.

The two people in the business car had been lifted down, Jason hurriedly stepped forward to investigate carefully, both of them let out a faint moan, the blonde female reporter was in a better state, but she was knocked unconscious due to a violent impact, but the man's condition was much worse, in addition to the broken leg, he was actually shot twice.

"I don't care what method you use, no matter what, I have to drag him back from Satan's hands anyway" Hu Bandit squatted down and felt the pulse of the man lying on the ground, although the injury was not light, but it was still breathless.

Jason said with some pain: "There is a lot of price to pay to save this guy, and it is not suitable for us to go out this time, saving him may lose two lives。。。。。。 As you know, I didn't come back from Switzerland with as many medicines as I expected."

Hu Bandit patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm not a doctor, it's not my business, but what you said can damage your reputation as the chief surgeon of the Presbyterian Church, don't let me look down on you, this little injury is definitely not a problem, you can do it."

After saying this, he was very irresponsible, and walked out without regard to it, and returned to the car.

Jason glared at the background of the bandit with great dissatisfaction, gritted his teeth and said, "Did he take the wrong medicine? When did he even do the priest's life-saving work, right?"

"Don't judge this guy by common sense, otherwise you'll never figure out his path, and it's not the first time you've complained," Fanka said at first sight.

Natasha asked curiously, "He often does things so freely?"

"We believe that he is doing this, at least every time he does it, it means that he has some other thoughts of making the enemy unlucky," Vanka walked back to the SUV, opened the door, and continued his responsibility as a driver.

Natasha seems to have a hard time understanding why a person who does something that confuses his teammates without explaining it can still be recognized by everyone, this phenomenon is too unusual, because in the battlefield where life and death are not fateful, the most taboo thing is the practice of bandits.

As a leader, he must be able to regulate his communication with those below him, and if his teammates on the battlefield cannot understand his intentions and he does not explain them, the consequences will be very dire.

For example, the whole army was wiped out!

It's just that what I saw at this time was a bit of a reversal of Natasha's cognition, and it turned out that there were still people who could make their teammates obey unconditionally, which was too refutable to common sense.

As soon as he followed Fan Ka back to the car, Natasha didn't bother to break the casserole and ask the end, anyway, he was his ally in this battle, and sooner or later he would understand why he left two burdens.

The bandit asked Jack, who was crackling on the computer, "How is it, is it a little eyebrow-raising?"

"Wait, the troublesome internet in Afghanistan is so slow, it's about the same as a turtle," Jack frowned as he searched for something on his computer.

As soon as Fan Ka started the car, Hu Bandit asked again: "It seems that we will be able to reach the Hindu Kush Mountains tomorrow."

"At least tomorrow night," Natasha replied, "Kabul is not in the middle of Afghanistan, just a little bit north, otherwise it would have taken us longer."

"Yes, there is" Jack let out a long sigh and handed the screen to the bandits, "Guess what。。。。。。 This uncrowned king is not a small fish."

"The Uncrowned King, those two war correspondents?" Natasha asked, confused, "What's the origin?"

The bandit glanced at the screen a few times and grinned, "Are you sure?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders, snapped his fingers and said, " Rest assured, this is the most advanced face recognition system today, its accuracy is no worse than the fingerprint of the examiner, as long as a person's frontal avatar is transmitted to the computer, and then enter this recognition system, it can search for hundreds of millions of information in the photos that have appeared on the Internet, since the two guys we saved are war correspondents, I believe that as long as they are not fledgling rookies, they must have published photos in newspapers or magazines before, and the Internet has published photos, I have just taken the avatar up, the search system matches, and now the results are out, he is similar to the person on the Internet There are more than nine cities”

The bandit touched his chin and looked at Natasha, who looked back, then looked down at the computer screen and said, "Mark." Bryant, the chief reporter of the Swedish Military Intelligence Map magazine, and a special commentator on many military websites, from the Gulf War in 90, to various war-torn countries in Africa, the genocide in Rwanda, and the drug-intensive areas such as Colombia and the Golden Triangle, it can be said that he can be found in the most chaotic place in the world, and the most important thing is that Mark is also the Oscar winner of the uncrowned king, and has been the winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the Dussael Prize for three consecutive years.

The bandit smacked his lips and said, "I didn't expect that this guy we saved was indeed a big fish, and he was not small."

Everyone basically didn't have any concept of this matter, no matter what the king or award was and the whole team didn't quite match, looking at the bandit's somewhat excited expression, Jack and Natasha both opened their mouths and asked: "This guy is really not simple, but what does it have to do with our deal with Luwitt this time? Could it be that you still plan to put him in the newspaper and shout to punish him with the weapon of the law? That would be meaningless."

This kind of idiotic idea was met with a roll of the bandit's eyes, and he didn't even bother to explain it, so he snuggled up in his chair and closed his eyes, and said, "You called me up when you set up camp at night."

"I don't know if you should be happy or annoyed, such a guy is on the stall" Natasha was very annoyed by the bandits' inaction, she preferred to be more direct, and this kind of hiding her head and tail made her particularly unhappy.

Fan Kayi smiled faintly: "At least I'm still alive now, I choose to be happy"

I'm alive, and this statement is more convincing than any embellishment.