Chapter 108: There's nothing to interview

I don't know how long it took, during the flight, Yan Jiucheng still held the thick information to memorize, and did not let go of any details of the map, while Gu Miqing was wearing makeup, a small makeup bag that seemed to be no different from other women, and several kinds of water were exchanged together to become fake skin, left and right.

Gu Miqing really became ugly.

It's just that the foundation is here, it's still beautiful, but it won't make people remember her at once.

This is the first time Yan Jiucheng has seen a girl put on makeup so closely, and it is also the first time he has seen a girl put on makeup to make herself uglier. His gaze crossed her neck, slender, fair, and then down.

Somehow, just after landing on the bulge, he quickly looked away.

It's as if it's a blasphemy against her to think about her.

This feeling is very unfamiliar to Yan Jiucheng, you must know that he is not a so-called gentleman who does not sit still, to put it in layman's terms, he is sullen. Not to mention a beauty like Gu Miqing, I remember that I liked to do exercises the most in high school, standing on the playground, secretly watching the class flower follow the rhythm of the music one, two, three, four, two, three, four, and the softness on her chest shook and trembled.

The gentle rhythmic shaking shook Yan Jiucheng's entire youth.

A beauty like Gu Miqing, it is instinctive to look at it a few times, at least for Yan Jiucheng, if he doesn't look at it, he will definitely see a ghost. But now it's a hell of a sight, and when he looks down as usual, he suddenly feels a sense of shame

The shame that can be seen from afar.

With this sense of shame came possessiveness, and he immediately set his eyes on several other people on the plane, for fear that they were also staring at such a beautiful Gu Miqing.

Not long after the crossing, the phone rang, Yan Jiucheng picked it up and looked at the phone from Robert.

After negotiating cooperation with George at the Gates of Hell, how did George operate, Yan Jiucheng didn't ask, he only looked at the results, and the result was that when he left the Gates of Hell, George said, "Robert will contact you." ”

"Who is Robert?"

"It's someone who can get a reporter to stand up, and a few terrorist groups around you believe that you're a war correspondent who has been here before, and this time it's just a routine interview, not for scientists. ”

Yan Jiucheng completed the mission of the Gates of Hell, and was assisted by Robert, an important figure, who was able to help him hide his identity very smoothly and successfully check into the international press station.

There is a point in the war zone for reporters to be stationed, where reporters from various countries come and go one after another, telling the world the stories of some corners and corners of this war zone for more than ten years, and it is a nest of war correspondents.

At first, every war correspondent who wanted to come and interviewed and passed the identity of the three countries had different strongholds according to different countries, but then the war was fought for more than ten years, and the bullets had no eyes on the one hand, on the other hand, this place has been fought for so many years, and the political parties of several countries do not know how much they have changed, and the relationship between each political party and each country is always biased, and the respective bases have become more and more insecure.

The most important thing is that this battle has been fought for too long

After a long time, the news fever has passed, and many strongholds are slowly crawling with bullet holes and cobwebs.

Gradually, it became only one reporter station, and reporters from all over the world arranged to live in it, which was jokingly called: international reporter station.

The International Press Station sounds like a particularly tall place, but in fact it is only a small three-story building, with about 20 rooms in it, the rooms are not large, and they are a little crowded, but there are not many reporters in it, and when there are no news hotspots, there are at most 10 reporters from 10 countries.

In normal times, there are only three or five people.

Since it is an international correspondent station, there is an organization in charge of it, and it cannot be a terrorist organization, nor can it be any one of the three governments, and either side will provoke the dissatisfaction of the other two parties. So, that's why George has survived at the gates of hell until now, and he still has the ability to remotely control this piece: George has become the head snake in the war zone, the middleman.

Both the Black Branch and the International Reporter Station are managed by George's men in cooperation with the governments of the three countries.

And Robert was George's hand.

"Hey, Robert, I'm Lao Yan, that's ...... That ...... from the East"

Before Yan Jiucheng finished speaking, he heard a violent cough from over there, and he quickly stopped.

"I know, George told me, come here, arrange a room for you at the press station, and when you get off the plane, when you get to Canhao Street, someone will pick you up. After a violent cough, a somewhat old voice came.

"Oh, yes, I also have three colleagues, a driver, two videographers. ”

"I can only provide two rooms here, is that enough?"

"Enough. Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing glanced at each other and smiled, with George's help, things became very smooth.

"However, there is only one bed in both rooms, and now there are a lot of reporters who come over, and the big rooms have been occupied in advance. ”

"Enough, trouble. ”

Robert didn't even ask Yan Jiucheng's specific identity. It seems that he knows what he should ask and what not to ask: "Don't worry, now everyone here knows that you are a reporter who has been here, and we will see you later." ”

With that, I hung up the phone.

"It's going well. Yan Jiucheng breathed a sigh of relief, there are two rooms, Lao Hang and Xuanlin can sleep in one, and he and Gu Miqing are lovers, so they naturally sleep in the other room. Although there is only one bed in each room, it is a war zone after all.

In the war zone, there is a lot of war, there are still rooms and beds, and in the international press station, bullets will try to avoid here, which is already very good.

Gu Miqing also breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said: "There have been two wars over there recently, and there have been many reporters in the past, and it is indeed very good that he can vacate two rooms." ”

There is only one room......

After the matter was over, Yan Jiucheng thought about the subtlety, he secretly glanced at Gu Miqing, and began to yearn for the war-torn place.

The battlefield is a holy place in the minds of men like Yan Jiucheng who want to be heroes, he even likes to play games, guns, men, most of them are belligerent.

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Kanhao Street is in the corner of the war zone, getting off the plane, there is still some distance from Kanhao Street, Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing came down with boxes and saw a listener parked in the distance.

"Let's go. Gu Miqing stretched out his hand.

Yan Jiucheng was stunned, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

"Did we arrange that?" he asked.

"Well, it's safer to go around the outside first, and then contact Robert's people, you remember to look at people's faces, and if you find out that there are spies or agents from other countries, hint at me. Gu Miqing's hand squeezed, suggesting that he was hinting at himself like this.

A tattered van drove in the dark night, the air was a little stuffy, as if it was about to rain, there were no stars and moons in the starry sky, and there was no roar of artillery fire in Yan Jiucheng's heart.

Quietly, you can even hear the cicadas.

"How far is this from the war zone?" asked Yan Jiucheng after nearly an hour of jolting in the car.

"It's close, five kilometres. Gu Miqing stretched out his finger, and in the dark, he couldn't see any lights in the distance.

"It's so close, I didn't hear the gunshots......" Yan Jiucheng seemed to be a little disappointed, he pricked up his ears, there was indeed no gunshots, only the sound of cicadas.

Gu Miqing's face was blue, his eyes kept staring out of the window, and his hand was always close to the position of the dagger.

"It's the car sent by Robert in front, right?" The driver turned his head and looked at Gu Miqing, Gu Miqing nodded, looked at Yan Jiucheng, and said in a low voice: "From now on, we will enter the real war zone, and we must not have the slightest mistake, no matter what happens tonight, check in first, Lao Hang and Xuanlin already know that we will go to the reporter station." ”

Compared to Gu Miqing's nervousness, Yan Jiucheng just nodded lightly.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Robert and now ......"

"Please get in the car, I know. "A black guy bared a mouthful of gold teeth.

Compared to Gu Miqing's nervousness, everything went so smoothly that Yan Jiucheng didn't need to finish his words, and it was convenient to arrange it. The trip to Hell's Gate, though dangerous, was worth it.

Just a few kilometers, soon into the war zone.

Gu Miqing opened the box and grabbed a large handful of candy and put it in his pocket.

The street scene on the map appeared in front of me, the streets on the ground were very simple, in the darkness you could only see some broken walls and some dilapidated, and the surroundings were quiet, like a rather poor small village in the country. The street leading to the International Correspondents' Station is much richer and has fewer broken walls.

Still quiet.

Suddenly, the car braked.

Gu Miqing's face sank and he looked at the front of the car.

"Isn't this a reporter from country X, carrying a person to the past. The driver stretched out his hand and waved at a dark figure in front of the car, and the black shadow immediately ran towards the car, and as soon as he got into the car, there was a foul smell.

"You're bold enough to be out there interviewing so late. The driver glanced back at the reporter.

The reporter was wearing a big steel cap with bullet marks on the hat, and he looked down at the camera in his hand, and Yan Jiucheng couldn't see his face. Gu Miqing's hand squeezed gently.

Yan Jiucheng pretended to tie his shoes, bent over, and looked at the man's face with his peripheral vision.

Yellow hair, white skin, brown eyes, about forty years old, is an unfamiliar face, although Yan Jiucheng only saw half of the face, but he is still very sure: this person has never appeared in Gu Miqing's database.

"From Asia?" After the man looked at the photo of his mobile phone, he raised his head and looked at Yan Jiucheng, and then his eyes immediately fell on Gu Miqing's body, no wonder, although Gu Miqing was disguised, but as a man, it was difficult not to be attracted by such a woman, he touched his chin and laughed: "It's still a couple, yes, but a couple just died today, right in front of my eyes." ”

"Is it Lao Bai and his wife?" the driver asked, turning around.

"Hmm. The reporter nodded, put the camera aside and sighed: "Their car was hit while they were in the East End, and my car was right behind theirs." ”

As he spoke, the reporter took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Yan Jiucheng: "Now there is nothing to shoot here, except for the dead, there is really nothing to shoot." ”

It's cruel.

But it's also realistic.

This place has been fought for more than ten years, and dead people are no longer news, which makes the reporters who come to interview numb. Yan Jiucheng took the cigarette, pinched it, and smiled kindly at the reporter, but did not smoke it.

Suddenly, his face changed, and his eyes locked on a few small dark shadows on the street.

"Oooo

The streets were narrow and there were many obstacles, and these dark shadows were obviously extremely familiar with the land, and followed closely behind the car. The reporter who had just come up had an indescribable expression on his face, and he closed his eyes.

[Today is my birthday, I hope that after it is put on the shelves, there will be a lot of genuine versions. You can take a look at my previous novel "The Pure Bird Reporter"]