Volume 6 One Destiny and Two Fortunes

A person who knows what he is living for can endure any kind of life

- Nietzsche

Chapter 197: One Life, Two Fortunes, Three Feng Shui

"Why are there so many people?" said the old hanger in a low voice.

He reported it, and it is estimated that several forces behind him are eyeing the results of this scientific research, so it is very fermented. Xuan Lin stretched out his hand and held the frame.

"It's all fucking English, what do I think?"

"It's okay, you just understand it like that, now that our country's national TV stations are rolling on Yan Jiucheng's news, you know how powerful the international fermentation is now. ”

Lao Han's eyes were about to pop out: "It's ...... so soon." The whole world is ...... ”

"Our national TV has broadcast it several times, rolling broadcasts, and other countries are too, and the hottest international news now is the ones released by Yan Jiucheng. ”

The media is the only one who can blow through the global winds in a very short period of time, and they can't feel how hot the news is outside in the war zone, but they can feel it from the eyes of these new reporters.

When Yan Jiucheng walked down, everyone's eyes were on him, and the hall that was still noisy just now fell silent.

"Reporter Yan Cheng came down. ”

"Popular reporter, let's go, have a drink with him. ”

"Reporter Yan, hello!"

Several people walked towards Yan Jiucheng, and one took a small bottle of beer. Although it was a small party, after all, in the war zone, there were not many bottles of other alcohol, but beer was always served.

"Why are there so many yellow people. Lao Hang swept around and found that among the dozen or so reporters who came, there were actually five yellow faces, and as soon as he said this, he understood at once.

Presumably, this is the second echelon sent by the old man, that is, the shadows.

Scientists are yellow, and naturally, the group of people holding scientists hostage will pay special attention to yellow-skinned reporters, if there are only Yan Jiucheng and these yellow-skinned, the firepower is not enough.

Come a few more, scatter the firepower, there must be a shadow in it.

Of course, there are certainly spies.

"Hello, you've worked hard all the way, and you're here for tomorrow's press conference, right?" Yan Jiucheng greeted him, picked up his beer and laughed with a few people, but his ears were pricked up to listen carefully to the movement outside.

"Yes, your news has made such a big move, and the governments of these three countries have to explain it to the world. ”

"The scene before Shorke's death is really...... You've done a really good job. ”

Tomorrow there will be an urgent press conference, this is the news that Yan Jiucheng got four hours ago, and it is not surprising to get this news, and this is also one of the tasks he has to complete: make a big news and force the war zone to hold a press conference to explain.

The location of the press conference is in the villa area, which is also the most effective way to get in touch with the scientists.

It's just that, although Sholke's death is shocking, if the eastern powers alone could not make this news spread like an explosion around the world, there must be other organizations or countries behind it.

Who would like to have such a press conference enter the villa area?

Either an assassination organization, or a black organization eager to get research results. Either way, it's extremely dangerous, and these people are hiding in this room and the people in the three cars outside the door.

The killing machine is among these people.

The cars outside the door stopped, listened to the sound, and all stopped in the yard.

"It's a reporter again, it's been lively here for the past two days. ”

"Reporter Yan's news is so sensational, there are dozens of countries here, and it is lively. ”

The reporters in the room all looked at the door.

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"Except for our car, the two cars behind are real journalists, they don't know your identity, and you have to use their identities to cover yourself. Okay, get down one by one, and after you go down, wait for the people in the car behind to get out of the car, and you can only pick your eyeballs by listening to my command. ”

An old voice sounded, a pair of gray gloved hands tapped on the steering wheel, wearing sunglasses, the man pressed the sunglasses down slightly, looked into the room, and then stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips again: "You can only pick your eyes when you hear the command." ”

Eyeball plucking is a jargon, which means that you can take the eyeball off*.

There were four people in the car, and each of them had no unusual eyes in the night, but if you looked closely in the bright light, you would find that there seemed to be a membrane on their eyes, and that membrane was the eyeball*.

The principle is very simple: a small membrane blocks the view and keeps you out of sight.

The four people in the car are all top spies, although they are teammates, but the most taboo thing for spies is to expose their identities, in order to ensure the absolute safety of the operation, the four people do not know each other's appearance. If you use a hood, you can't see the outside, but it is not conducive to the concealment of your actions, so eyeballs* are a must-have item.

The four of them just nodded, but didn't speak.

Voice is also a person's memory point, so these four people did not speak during the whole process.

"This is the International Correspondents' Station, it's not big. ”

"Yes, it's in tatters, but I'll be able to live in the villa tomorrow. ”

"How did you arrange for me to come to this place, it's really ...... ”

As soon as the people in the two cars came behind, they began to talk to each other. Although the identity of a war correspondent is sacred, not all the reporters who come to the war zone to cover news are particularly eager to come, and many of them have to come because of their work tasks.

Just like the dozen or so people who came down here, all colors and nationalities. After Yan Jiucheng broke the news, big media in various countries around the world sent their own reporters to the war zone in order to get first-hand reports.

"Yes, I'll be staying in the villa area tomorrow, and I'll be here tonight. The driver walked down, smiled and very politely helped with the luggage.

These are reporters who have just come down from a nearby airport, and because of the large number of people, the governments of the three countries attach great importance to it, and they are afraid of encountering an ambush in the middle, so they will be escorted by officials all the way.

Outside the door, there were nearly a hundred soldiers, with real guns.

"Let's go down. The old man's voice was low, and his gray-gloved hand waved: "Keep an eye on the yellow people, as well as the people of the nighthawk, strike at the right time, and ...... directly." ”

With a wave of his hand, he made a gesture of waving a knife.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he signaled them to go down.

The four people in the car pushed the door and walked down, still wearing eyeballs* in their eyes, and it was pitch black in front of them, which was impossible for normal people to walk at all, but these spies had obviously undergone extremely high-end training, and the small skill of listening to voices and distinguishing the way was at their fingertips.

Everyone's face was unfazed, and they pushed the car door and got out of the car.

As soon as they got out of the car, two of them moved their ears and listened to the sound to determine the direction, while the ears of the other few did not move. The more consistent action of the four people is to lick their fingers in their mouths, and then hang their hands down to their legs.

Wet fingers are more likely to feel the direction of the wind, and it is more accurate to rely on the wind to judge it by just hearing.

Several people walked quickly towards the crowd, and one of them even reached out to help a female reporter carry a suitcase, as if she could see it clearly, and her hands and feet were nimble.

"Pick. The old man whispered in the car.

The four quickly blended into the crowd, stretched out their hands and rubbed their eyes, and the eyeballs* were removed.

The vehicle started, and the three cars slowly drove out of the courtyard gate, which was closed and guarded by the guards outside to prevent bullets from coming in. However, the most dangerous thing is not the bullet that can be seen from the outside.

It's a group of spies, agents, and killers hidden in this international press station.

This group of demons, once they become demons, is the moment to see blood.

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