Chapter Two Hundred and Four: A Shot Flies, Ride the Wind

A gunshot rang out.

The voice was muffled.

A flock of birds flew.

Yan Jiucheng stood behind Xuan Lin, while Gu Miqing held the gun, looking out through the gap in the curtains, in the early morning of five o'clock in the morning, such a gunshot would not bring too much panic to this person who has survived in the smoke of war all year round.

A gunshot is nothing, and the dead are not surprised.

But this gunshot made the faces of several people in the room freeze instantly.

Dong Ming was not killed by a single shot, and after he fell, he was still convulsing on the ground, hanging for a breath.

"Where did the bullets come from?!"

"Is there a conflict?!"

Two young reporters climbed into the nearby abandoned building and found that their hands were so soft that they couldn't do it, and the whole person was trembling, let alone snapping, and they couldn't even hold up the camera. The feats planned before at the International Reporter Station, those ambitions, disappeared without a trace in an instant in the sound of gunfire and the blur of flesh and blood.

This is true of almost any journalist who faces the battlefield head-on, not because they are cowardly, but because the real battlefield is more feared than imagined.

On the laptop screen, a man in pink clothes fell to the ground in response, the camera in his hand fell to the ground, and there were two fellow reporters beside him.

It looks cruel.

No one has the ability to care whether the man who was shot by the bullet and fell to the ground is still saved, whether he should be helped before he dies.

Bullets come when they come, and survival is instinct.

The two colleagues left in a panic, leaving Dong Ming alone to convulse on the ground.

"Switch lenses. Yan Jiucheng's eyes turned red and he gave an order.

I'm sorry, Dong Ming, we can't accompany you on the last journey, and we can't even look at you, Yan Jiucheng apologized silently in his heart, and stared at the screen tightly as the camera switched.

His life has to be changed to the appearance of a few people to be worth it.

"This. Xuan Lin's eyes were red, and a man's figure appeared on the screen.

"And this. Around the corner, a man was shooting, but from time to time, his eyes looked towards Dong Ming.

"Find a sniper spot. Yan Jiucheng looked at Gu Miqing: "What do you think, apart from this sniper point, where else?"

The images on the screen are constantly switching, and there are quite a few reporters who shoot this point, many passing by Wishing Street, and even more shooting around Wishing Street.

These people, which ones are problematic and which ones are just passing by by coincidence.

Yan Jiucheng squinted his eyes slightly, his head trembled, and the other people could only look at the screen quietly, waiting for his judgment.

In my mind, from yesterday to today, anything anyone said, the network of relationships between the characters that emerged was dense, and this time there could be no mistakes, and no detail could be missed.

This is the information that Dong Ming exchanged for his life, and he cannot miss the slightest bit.

"Toggle. Yan Jiucheng pointed to the picture.

Xuan Lin immediately switched.

After another ten seconds, Yan Jiucheng's head shook and said again: "Switch." ”

Xuan Lin switched again.

A full thirty seconds passed, and in the thirty seconds when Dong Ming fell, he switched back and forth three times, and these three times seemed to consume all of Yan Jiucheng's energy, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down like a hot summer.

Intense mental work was rapidly draining his physical strength, and everyone could feel his exertions.

Gu Miqing wanted to help, but she didn't have the ability to help, so she couldn't help, so she could only take the book and wanted to fan him, but she was afraid that the fan would affect Yan Jiucheng's performance, so the hand holding the book hung down.

Xuan Lin cut the camera to Dong Mingna.

Dong Ming no longer twitched violently, but fell to the ground and moved from time to time.

Yan Jiucheng opened his eyes and stretched out his hand, Lao Hang hurriedly handed over the pen, he looked at Dong Ming on the screen, his lips trembled slightly, and said, "Brother, I found three more chess pieces, and your life was not lost in vain." ”

As he spoke, he quickly wrote the names of the three men in his notebook.

It is also strange to say that after Yan Jiucheng wrote down the names of these three people, Dong Ming suddenly stopped moving, and a gust of cold wind blew over, and it was cold.

Dong Ming's life, just like this, was in the cool breeze, no longer painful, and rode away with the wind.

"Uh......h Gu Miqing cried in a low voice, turned her head to the side, afraid that she would cry too hard, her eyes were red and suspicious, and after only shedding two or three tears, she raised her head and endured it.

Lao Hang looked at the three names on the notebook, tore off the page, pinched it in his hand, tightened, and then threw it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it in his stomach, and scolded in a low voice: "Wait for Lao Tzu to wait!"

Xuan Lin looked at the screen quietly, still locking on the whereabouts of the others, but his hands were shaking.

They went back. Xuan Lin said, pointing to the screen, the three people who were found by Yan Jiucheng walked back one after another, he frowned and looked at Yan Jiucheng: "Are these three people in waves, or are they in separate formations?"

"These two are in a wave, and this one should be another organization. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his finger and patted Gu Miqing's shoulder casually: "Stabilize your emotions, now, they are open cards, and our situation has a great chance of winning." ”

"I want to kill them right away. Lao Hang's voice was fierce.

"No, I can't. Yan Jiucheng immediately looked at Lao Hang, then he walked to the door and opened the door slightly to look outside, and then closed it and lowered his voice: "Listen to the order!"

Gu Miqing, Lao Hang, Xuan Lin immediately stood up, stood in a row, and waited for orders.

"First, the cards can't be moved. Yan Jiucheng gritted his teeth, and although his voice was resentful, it was rational.

The purpose of finding out the lurking ones is not to kill them, but to avoid danger when they are finally rescued. Now, if you kill them, you will be startled, after all, it is likely that there are still chess pieces that have not been pulled out.

"Yes. The three raised their hands and made a 'yes' gesture.

"Second, no one is allowed to go over to send Dong to his life today. ”

After this sentence came out, several people did not speak.

Gu Miqing turned his head to the side, his eyes red. Lao Hang stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, and then, his fists were clenched tightly, while Xuan Lin was still silent, but his expression was a little dull.

If it passes, it is easy to be exposed. As a pawn, it is easier to cover yourself as a cowardly war correspondent, and a cowardly war correspondent will not risk going to see the excitement.

For the sake of safety, it is safer not to go to the scene, but quietly wait for the bus to pick everyone up at the reporter station to enter the villa area.

It sounds cruel, but it's the most sensible and correct choice.

"After half an hour at most, someone will drag his body away. Yan Jiucheng endured his grief, and seemed to tell them and himself.

Then, he raised his eyes, and his eyes were full of sternness: "Did you hear that!"

"Yes!" the three raised their hands again and made a 'yes' gesture.

A gust of wind blew in, chilly.

A shot of the soul flies, and Dong Ming, who returns with the wind, if he has a soul, he doesn't know where he is at this time, whether he is still hovering in the war zone, or whether his soul is returning to his hometown.

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