"It was a pleasure to work with. The old hanger stretched out his hand.

"It was a pleasure to work with. Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand.

The two hands shook and smiled at each other, the palms of the old hanging were full of sweat, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"No, there's still a fight over there. The reporter at the reporter station poked his head out and took out the binoculars to take a look, the reporter closed the window, turned back to his companion and said, "The companion who was packing up his things" listened to it, walked to the bed with a camera and pulled the lens to look at it.

"Like Shorke, he's a madman. ”

"Scholk is my idol, I really admire him, I've been in this place for a few years, three years, I've been in this place for a few years, I really love this business. ”

"Well, his reports are classics, all of them are exchanged for life, admiration is admiration, but he suffers from his wife and children, a real model of war correspondents. ”

The two chatted and sat on the bed, the conflict outside was not completely over, at this time the vast majority of war correspondents would not go to the front line to shoot, and the government troops were not very willing to see war correspondents die here, so as not to cause a sensation.

In fact, even after the end of the conflict, the danger is very great, and there is chaos everywhere, and many deaths of war correspondents occur after the end of the conflict. After all, this is not a conflict between government forces, but a clash between gangsters, which is uncontrollable. Those who can come here to interview are all brave, and those who can be interviewed on the front line are the king of the brave.

For example, Scholke, he always rushed to the front line, and he came for several years.

"Avoid Shork first, he's here. In the car, Yan Jiucheng took out a notebook from his bag, and all the surveillance images currently under control appeared, but they were extremely blurry, and some shining dots were in the west.

Yan Jiucheng pointed to the east position and drew a circle: "He should be in this area." ”

The buildings in that area are relatively high, and it's close to the war zone, if nothing else, Scholk should be shooting the battlefield here, and if he was a spy, he should be monitoring everything here, where the signal is best.

"You suspect Shorer?" asked Lao Hang, a little surprised.

Yan Jiucheng frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple: "It's a little suspicious, don't you think it's too strange for him to interview in this place for three or four years?"

"I also think it's strange, before you came, I inquired, reporters usually leave after a month, except for Shoreke, at most half a year. The old crane nodded, and the car stopped at the side of the fork in the road, and after looking around, he slammed on the accelerator and rushed across the fork in the road.

Warzone, be careful.

However, after I searched his room, I felt that he had indeed been interviewing all these years, and there were many, many photos. When Lao Hang said this, he subconsciously shook his head: "No, we said during training that sometimes a person does one thing in his life, just to wait for a person, a project, once the project starts, his chess piece will also start." ”

Gu Miqing said that this kind of chess piece is everywhere in the world, and I don't know how many there are in China, this person may be a teacher, a worker, a programmer squeezing the subway with a notebook, or an aunt who sells steamed buns on the side of the road.

Well, it could also be a war correspondent.

What's more, Shorke's flag is the red, white and blue tricolor.

"Rushing over from here and letting Shorke see us, thinking we were going for an interview. Yan Jiucheng drew a line on the map, and the street was on the edge of the conflict, which was very dangerous.

The fringe areas of the conflict, which are the favourite spots of frontline journalists, are relatively less bullet-dense and, if you're lucky, can be photographed on both sides of the war on the same screen: this is not uncommon, and usually at most one of the belligerents is photographed.

There is no need for Yan Jiucheng to say more, Lao Hang understands that Yan Jiucheng's identity is a war correspondent, and this scene is not only for Xiao Erke to see, but also to dispel other people's thoughts, so that the people here also know that he is a war correspondent.

If a photo that shocked the world came out, it would be bad if it was not good, and the governments of the three countries had to invite Yan Jiucheng to enter the villa area in order to face the public outcry that attacked: because there was a press conference room in the villa area, and all the questions and answers to reporters in the war zone were completed in the villa area.

This is also one of Yan Jiucheng's tasks.

It's just that you have to slip your head and walk around the ghost gate.

The gunfire is getting closer and closer, and only when you are really close to the battlefield can you know that kind of deterrence, even if it is just a clash between black organizations, it is enough to make people tremble, this is not a war with guns in the game, this is a real battlefield.

When you are in the car, you can even feel the vibration after the explosion of the *, and the eardrum will come with bursts of pain, and the brain will begin to enter uncontrollable excitement and tension.

"Are you afraid?" Yan Jiucheng turned his head sideways, saw that Lao Hang's face was flushed, red to the root of his ears, he grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and instinctively touched the pocket on his chest with the other hand.

He wanted to smoke.

Even if Gu Miqing corrected his behavior of shaking cigarette butts from time to time with electric shocks, people are not machines, and it is difficult to avoid habitual movements at times of extreme mental tension, such as Yan Jiucheng's shaking head.

"Are you afraid?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

"Afraid?!" Lao Hang laughed, a sweat slipped down from under his temple hair, Xu was because of smoking, Lao Hang laughed, his teeth were slightly yellow, Xu was in his thirties, and there were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he laughed, compared to the little fresh meat with red lips and white teeth and delicate skin now, he was a rough man.

The rough man laughed, his eyes burst out with passion, and the hormones in his body poured out like a surging tide, he shook the root, the muscles on his face moved with the gums, and snorted: "Lao Tzu is not afraid, Lao Tzu is excited! Today, although Lao Tzu wants to open the door and pick the lock, Lao Tzu is not a thief, no longer a thief!"

The old hanger who said this, his voice suddenly became a little stalky.

He took a deep breath to make his emotions less agitated, and his eyes were fixed on the fork in the road in front of the vehicle.

"Lao Tzu, today is a good man! A person like me can actually become a good man one day!" Lao Hang laughed again. For Lao Hang, he couldn't wait to rush to the village and tell his old mother, your son is no longer a thief, you don't have to raise your head, your son has worked hard for the country!

But after doing this business, he knew he couldn't say it.

In the village, he was still a thief.

But so what? He's not a thief, he's a hero, God knows, the earth knows, the team knows, and most importantly, Lao Hang himself knows!

Isn't there a heroic dream at the bottom like Lao Hang? Yes, I just don't dare to think about it.

Heroes aren't counted, heroes can, right?

"It's in the war zone, a moment...... Yan Jiucheng's words were not finished, but he heard a bang, the sound was like an explosion in his ears, and in an instant, the rear window of the car shattered, and instinctively, Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang covered their heads, and the car stopped.

Yan Jiucheng knew that there was * falling not far behind the vehicle.

Buzz Buzz......

His ears began to ring, and he looked up to meet Lao Hang's gaze in the confusion, Lao Hang grinned, then lifted the black bag on the side, opened the cassette under the seat of the car, put all the anti-espionage equipment in the car into the bag, and then took out the gun and nodded at Yan Jiucheng.

Buzz Buzz......

The tinnitus in the ears still did not go away, and I felt the extreme discomfort of the eardrum. Yan Jiucheng also grinned, lifted the camera in the back seat, put the notebook in the backpack and carried it on his back.

Da Da Da ......

Dense gunfire and the roar of vehicles were heard from behind.

"Cover me to take a photo! After the shooting, I will go in for an interview in the C area!" Yan Jiucheng shouted loudly, the noise around him made his voice difficult to hear, and the tinnitus aggravated this feeling, Lao Hang put his ear next to his mouth, and then he could hear clearly.

"I'm not afraid! Don't be afraid!" the old man yelled, then took the wheel again, and the car drove forward.

The opening in Area C is less than 50 meters in front, so it is better to drive nearby.

Dada......

The sound of gunfire on the side of the car and the sound of other vehicles followed, and Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang officially entered the battle point, although it was a marginal war zone, but this was also the place where the death rate of reporters was the highest.

Good photos of the war were obtained in exchange for the blood of war correspondents.

"I'll cover you!" the old hanger shouted, and then, the two of them gestured at the same time, and rolled out of the car at the same time. Their car moves with the black organization's car, and it is easy for both sides to think that it is the other's person, so that they can fire and roll down to avoid being targeted.

As soon as he got out of the car, Yan Jiucheng instantly felt the feeling of a bullet exploding around him.

For the first time, he realized that when the bullets were fired around, there would be wind, a thin wind, as if it were ......

Yan Jiucheng had a smile in his eyes.

Yes, the thin wind, as if a woman's hand is blowing on her body, is very cool.

The hero Lao Hang rushed to the low wall for the first time, raised the national flag in his hand high, signaled to both sides that this was a reporter, and at the moment when the national flag was raised, someone hit him.

In the chaotic battle of the black organization, many people are sweeping with their eyes closed, and when they see the red flag raised, they may realize that they are reporters in their minds, but the instinct of the body is to strafe.

This is the real battlefield, and the people on the battlefield are not all sharpshooters, but more blind shooting. This is also the reason why war correspondents are often beaten into a sieve by bullets when filming on the fringe battlefield.

The old hanger lay under the low wall, and there happened to be a stick next to him, so he hurriedly poked the national flag with the stick and continued to dance.

The bullet hit the wall, and the old crane could even feel that the wall was cracking.

But he was not afraid, he was excited, happy, and more proud, this pride brought tears to his eyes, at this time, a person from the black organization rushed over with a gun covering his head and brain, and instantly raised the gun in his hand after seeing the old crane squatting on the low wall.

Bang!

Lao Hang did not hesitate to shoot first, and with good luck, he was killed with one shot.

The hero Lao Hang gritted his teeth fiercely, glanced at Yan Jiucheng, and Yan Jiucheng quickly took out the camera from his camera bag, didn't even take out his gun, and was already shooting while squatting to meet the bullets.

Several bullets hit him around.

He didn't move.

A good man is old and hanging, not afraid of life and death, and Yan Jiucheng, who has a hero-type gene, is as if he is playing a gunfight in a game, calm and calm, with a strange smile on his face.

Seeing the old hanging, his heart trembled.

He had seen this expression, and when he was fighting lions in the wild, Yan Jiu achieved this expression. Compared with the excitement of the hero, Yan Jiucheng seemed more calm.

No, this expression is more calm than when fighting lions in the wild.

Yan Jiucheng, who has gone through several trainings, has grown.

Yan Jiucheng took back the camera and made a gesture at Lao Hang, this gesture made Lao Hang instantly nervous, he looked around, and then made a gesture in response.

Rushing to the low wall in front and shooting, this is the meaning of Yan Jiucheng's gesture, and it is also his order.

The angle of the photo taken here is not good enough, a little further forward, a little further forward.

And ahead, dense bullets and artillery fire can kill people at any time.

Rumble!

One person was blown away.

A hand flew over, black, and fell between Lao Hang and Yan Jiucheng.

The old hanger's eyes appeared in front of the eyes of the words seen on the wall of Sholk's room: If your photo is not good enough, it is because the artillery fire is not close enough - Hungary, Robert, Lupa.

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