Several people who saw this scene had wet eyes.

In the war, the camera's lens was mostly aimed at children and women, because children are innocent and women are weak.

Especially children.

Click, as soon as the flash light turned on, Gesang turned her head instantly, her face was like a thunderstorm from the valley, her little nose wrinkled suddenly, she squatted down and picked up something and threw it at Shoreke, Shorer stood far away and was not thrown.

This time, Scholke did not continue to take pictures, but took this one and then took it.

"Here, here you are. Gu Miqing hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down, and handed a rag doll to Gesang, Gesang seemed to be stunned when he saw it, just stared blankly and didn't move.

"Take it. Gu Miqing picked up her little hand and was about to put the rag doll in the palm of her hand, but her little hand suddenly retracted and secretly wiped it on her skirt, as if she was afraid that her hand would stain the doll.

This is just a very ordinary doll, Gu Miqing arranged for someone to buy it in a supermarket casually, ten yuan each. But in Gesang's opinion, this is the most beautiful doll in the world.

"Give it to me?" Gesang tilted her head, she stared at the rag doll and told everyone how much she liked and longed for this doll, but she still calmed down, took a step back and looked at Gu Miqing: "Do you want to shoot too?"

As she spoke, she pointed at Shorer, her eyes full of disgust.

Sholk, who was not far away, turned around and walked away, looking for other points to photograph. Today's photo is the last photo taken by Shorer for Gesang.

From her smiling happily in the arms of her parents in the face of artillery fire, to every heart-wrenching moment when she witnessed her relatives dying one by one, to now, standing alone in the grave, smiling in the face of the night.

This set of photographs has documented the devastating devastation of an ordinary family in the midst of war.

"You're a demon! a demon!" Gesang's hatred came from behind him, and Sholk's nose fanned, tears sliding down. This is probably the most helpless moment for a war correspondent, who is said to be the uncrowned king, but he is powerless in the face of thousands of Gesang. Although the story of Gesang was filmed, once it was released, it was easy to shock everyone and make them pay attention to this war-torn place.

But will the war stop?

If wars can't be stopped by the lenses of journalists, then what is the value of the Scholkes?

"Why would you want to shoot a black man, it's better if you get a white kid to shoot. At that time, when the first photo was handed to the magazine, the editor-in-chief said. In modern warfare, the photographs of children who can arouse everyone's sympathy are mostly white. This kind of racial discrimination actually exists in the minds of many people.

It's as if you think of the princess, the princess is blonde and white-skinned, you think of the prince, the prince is dashing and dignified. Thinking of bandits, people prefer to believe that bandits are called dogs, pockmarks, and don't want to believe that his name is Yizhi.

White children receive much more sympathy than black children.

Scholk didn't speak, just continued to follow Gesang's story, spending money to ask people around her to provide information at any time, but unfortunately, although the information was timely, it was a tragedy. At first, Gesang would throw himself into Sholke's arms and cry, and slowly, Gesang became more and more hostile to Sholke.

Mr. Sholke turned his head, he had not gone far, but the fog was so thick that he could not see Gesang clearly, although he had only taken about twenty steps, and he took out a wrinkled photo from his pocket, in which Gesang and his family danced around a pot of potatoes in a dilapidated building.

"Why do you hate Sholk so much?" asked Gu Miqing, who stuffed the doll into Gesang's arms.

"Because as long as he shoots, I have relatives who leave me, and he is a demon. Gesang lowered his head, and his black skin seemed to sink into a pitch black place.

Little Gesang didn't know why there was a war, why his relatives were killed one by one, and he was accompanied by the sound of bullets since he was born, and every time he was afraid, his mother would sing with her, accompanied by the sound of bullets, and make a rap with the same rhythm as the sound of bullets.

Gradually, Xiao Gesang was not afraid of gunshots, because when the gunshots sounded, her mother's rap was too good.

But until Shaloke arrived, everything was different.

She didn't understand the duties of a reporter very well, and she simply linked the two photos of the death of a loved one, and Scholke would inevitably appear in the click, which produced the most direct hatred.

She didn't even dare to hate the government troops with guns, the black organizations, she only dared to hate Shorke.

"Give. Shorke walked over quickly, handed the picture to Gesang, and reached out to touch her head, but Gesang twisted his head to the side, and did not look at him with tears.

Then, he glanced at Yan Jiucheng: "Let's go, now the fog is thick, it's a good cover, go to the mine to explore." ”

Gu Miqing hesitated, she was a little worried that it was not safe to leave Gesang here alone, she was only five years old, how could she be reassured to stay in a place full of corpses. But when she stood up and looked around, within a radius of more than ten meters, many children were running around, some picking up the shoes and clothes of the dead people, and some were following their relatives to worship.

"I can't sympathize, there are too many refugees. Sholke glanced at Gesang: "She doesn't want to stay with me in the press station, she hates reporters." ”

Journalists often arrive because the war in the region is getting more intense, and the more intense it is, the more deaths it accompanies it. In the news, this is just a short description: this morning, skirmishes broke out again between the three governments, and Party X strongly condemned Party C's attack on civilian areas.

Behind this sentence, there are many families who have been separated from each other, and how many little Gesang are sad.

"Is it okay to go to the reporter station with my sister?" Gu Miqing asked softly, she blinked: "Sister still has a lot of sugar there." ”

Gesang hesitated and swallowed.

"And cartoons. Gu Miqing continued to tempt.

Gesang tilted his head, looking puzzled: "What is a cartoon?

Gu Miqing tried hard to suppress his feelings, and glanced at Yan Jiucheng, Yan Jiucheng kept up with Xiao Erke's pace, the fog would soon disperse, and it was time to act.

"When the day comes, I'll send you back to your uncle and aunt, now follow this uncle to the reporter's station, have breakfast, and take a shower. It's too dangerous for you to stay here alone, there could be skirmishes today. Gu Miqing didn't say much, she took out a monitor from her sleeve and pasted it on Gesang's body, and glanced at Lao Hang.

Lao Hang nodded and picked up Gesang.

"Hurry up. ”

"Good. ”

Gu Miqing ran quickly to keep up with Yan Jiucheng, her hand kept in the position of the pistol, she knew that there would be a hard battle for a while. Xuan Lin followed behind, carrying the computer bag to his chest.

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The Mine Eye is in the easternmost part of Area C, and to reach the Mine Eye, you need to go through the territory of two black organizations, and to pass through the territory of the black organization, it is not difficult to be troubled, and following Sholk is the best way: he has already opened up some connections. Although the relationship is very superficial, at least it won't break him with one shot.

"These two black organizations are very dark, you wear this. Xiao Erke took out three badges with eagle patterns from his pocket and handed them to Yan Jiucheng and the others: "Wear this, at least their people won't collapse you, but the premise is not to do anything to make them unhappy." ”

Yan Jiucheng wore it on his body.

"Also, women, don't go down the underground passage, just wait for us on the ground. Shawk glanced at Gu Miqing.

"Women can't come in?"

"Yes, both peoples believe that women bring bad luck. ”

This sentence interrupted Gu Miqing's plan at once, and her hand touched the handle of the gun, a little panicked.

"You and Xuan Lin are waiting for me in the car, don't run around. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and patted her back, and his tone was calm: "Don't worry." ”

This reassured Gu Miqing, you must know that their task today is to find out Area C. Getting to know Area C means not only walking around the underground passages and keeping in mind the faces of everyone in the area in case there are spies in there, in preparation for the rescue of scientists, but most importantly, the two black organizations in Area C.

This meant that not only did you have to enter the underground passages, but you also had to place monitors in the centers of the two organizations, as well as their leaders.

Without Gu Miqing's protection, going into the tiger's den alone is equivalent to suicide.

"There's a gap in Zone C where we can shoot. Scholke shook his head a little depressedly: "Although there can be direct filming of the entry and exit of personnel at the entrance of the mine, but this group of people are covered with their faces, I have taken pictures several times, but I haven't filmed anything, I don't know who is who." ”

As he spoke, Sholke took a sip and lowered his voice: "If the war here has nothing to do with those big countries, it will be a hell of a disaster! While shouting about human rights all over the world and calling for how this region should be, on the other hand, secretly giving weapons support, I can't shoot weapon support, and I can't shoot the transaction of this mine, and I should be able to catch the key people, and I must shoot the hypocrisy of this group of people!"

Yan Jiucheng looked at Xiao Erke with admiration.

He knows very well how much risk a journalist has to take to come and shoot these.

"A long time ago, there was a man named Cao Cao in our country, and he wrote a poem like this: "The white bones are exposed in the wilderness, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles." The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines. It means to feel sorry for the people who are in the midst of war. ”

"Then he is a good man, and the one who suffers the most in the war is the old white surname. ”

"However, he initiated the massacre of the city, and more than once. Yan Jiucheng smiled.

Scorke was silent for a long time, his eyes became colder and colder, and he said: "Isn't that the same as those big countries? Intervene in other countries, let the war on this side not be extinguished, but shout for world peace." ”

"I want to take a picture of the black organization, I'll go to the underground passage for a walk, is there any taboo about this eagle's badge you gave me?"

Scholk stretched out three fingers: "First, you can shoot, but you can only shoot the main road, and you must turn off the camera when you get to the underpass, otherwise you will die; second, you can do interviews, but you can only interview the little ones on the ground, and you are not allowed to interview when you get to the underpass; third, tell you to get out, get out immediately." ”

As he spoke, Scholk pointed to Yan Jiucheng's camera: "Let's stay in the car, by the way, don't enter their room, they also kidnapped reporters from two countries a few days ago and cut their throats, not because they wanted ransom, but because these two reporters secretly filmed them with a telephoto lens, and their heads were hanging there." ”

Yan Jiucheng looked at Xiao Erke's hand, and saw two heads hanging from the telephone pole, unable to see clearly, but extremely terrifying.

"No one dares to report this, and whoever reports it will cause death. ”

"What if you leave here and report on it? Xuan Lin asked.

"Whoever reports it, in the future, this person will be a reporter from the same country, and he will have to die. Scholke shook his head: "So, as far as our reporters here know, you can't say a word when you go out, you can't harm your juniors." ”

As he spoke, the car drove to an intersection.

"It's here, get off. ”

"Xiaolin, you and Xiao Erke go to shoot the mine eye, I'll go below to find materials, Xiaoqing, you ...... You wait in the car. Yan Jiucheng took the gun from Gu Miqing's hand, and when he saw Gu Miqing's worried face, he smiled: "Don't worry." ”

"You are looking for death, put the gun in the car, you can't bring a gun to the underpass. Scholk looked serious: "Remember, cameras, guns, can't be used, can't enter their rooms, don't make anyone unhappy, many people haven't gotten up now, if you disturb them, they tell you to get out, you have to get out immediately." Otherwise...... ”

He pointed to the head in the distance, which hung on, and the wind blew, fluttering and fluttering.

"Good. Yan Jiucheng nodded: "I'll go in and take a turn, write a plain text manuscript and give it to the leader." ”

As he spoke, he winked at Xuan Lin.

Today's mission: infiltrate the rooms of the two gang bosses, plant monitors, and install monitors at key locations throughout Area C, in addition, seize several sets of gang clothes.

No matter which one it is, it's a life in your hands.

[The fourth volume is about to begin, and everyone in the early stage will complete the plot of the fourth volume like a net in the next dozen chapters. There are only thirty or forty chapters in each volume, and although I am slow to update, not a single chapter is watery, you know, someone has already taken my third volume, and I want to copy it into a long story of millions of words...... Shameless. 】