Yan Jiucheng turned his head, only to see Lao Hang's head lowered, his gum masseter muscles tight, enduring the pain, and the arm holding the stick of the national flag was obviously shot, and blood gushed out.

The scream just now was the sound that Lao Hang instinctively made at the moment when he was shot, but he screamed like that, and Lao Hang no longer made the slightest painful sound, even if his face was red and purple at this time, and his hand shaking vigorously holding the national flag stick, he didn't make the slightest painful sound, even if it was a light *.

"I'm fine! Shoot you! Withdraw quickly after shooting!" the old man shouted, and then still waved the flag vigorously, reminding the warring parties that there were reporters here, and this was the only way to protect Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang glanced at each other, then turned around and raised the camera.

Raising the camera again, there was not much time left for Yan Jiucheng, and the warring parties had already rushed over.

After the first two failures, this time Yan Jiucheng chose to be stable, he has realized his shooting ability, in the ordinary era, he may be able to capture good photos, but on the battlefield, he is inexperienced, and the picture is uncontrollable, everything is too unpredictable.

This time, Yan Jiucheng only aimed the camera at a retreating member of the underworld, no longer pursuing what sunset does not set, what both sides are not in the picture, and photographed the retreating underworld member clearly, and did not need to catch any expression on his face, just took a deep breath, and then pressed the continuous shooting shutter.

Click, click, click.

Under the camera, the member of the black organization who was about to retreat and was embarrassed looked at him as if he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, although his face was covered in blood, but he still looked like a teenager. He ran towards Yan Jiucheng and shot backwards.

Just as Yan Jiucheng was about to put down the camera handiwork, the boy fell to the ground.

This scene was filmed by automatic continuous shooting, Yan Jiucheng didn't know that the young man was not clear when he fell to the ground, after all, his heart was shocked when the young man fell to the ground, and he might be confused. But after the boy fell to the ground, Yan Jiucheng's footage with automatic continuous shooting should be quite high-definition, and a teenager was stationary.

Fell silently to the ground, not knowing where it was hit, spurting blood from his mouth, and then remained motionless.

The photo was taken, and the boy's life was gone. Although it was not because of Yan Jiucheng's photo that he died, Yan Jiucheng's heart was panicked, at this moment, he remembered that the woman in the crowded civilian area glanced at Yan Jiucheng indifferently, and replied to his daughter's words: These reporters can't save us.

I remembered the scene where Gesang was still stone towards Shore.

These disasters are not caused by journalists, but can journalists change them?

Predictably, in the early days of the war, there was a lot of hope for the arrival of war correspondents, who would flock to them to tell them about all the injustices and hope that someone in the world could save them.

But in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

There are so many journalists coming and going, so many journalists dying for war filming, but not much has changed here, war is still war, death is still death.

"You're just coming to us to squeeze stories and leave. At this time, this sentence was the unanimous opinion of the public about the journalists, who had long lost hope in war correspondents.

Yan Jiucheng looked at the motionless young man on the ground, he knew that the camera in his hand recorded the last seconds of the life of this young man who was only a few years younger than himself, and he didn't know him before.

It's a pity to know you in such a way and record you. Although Yan Jiucheng was full of emotion in his heart, at this moment, he could only hold the camera in his arms and turn around.

"Let's go!" Lao Hang rushed over and patted Yan Jiucheng on the back, and before he left, the battle was on his side, and the two of them quickly retreated in the sound of gunfire around them, turned into a nearby building, and then walked quickly into the underground passage.

In the distance, in a dilapidated building, a lens stretched out towards Yan Jiucheng, and a pair of hands quickly adjusted the focus, only listening to a few clicks, and taking a few photos.

In the photo, Lao Hang was holding his injured hand, his face was full of pain, Yan Jiucheng was holding the camera and shooting, and the tragedy of the battle between the two sides was also in it, but the focus of the shooting was on Lao Hang and Yan Jiucheng.

This is a good photo, a good photo of the battlefield, and the idea of photographing the war correspondent who is shooting is also very good.

"Shorer. A woman walked in, holding a glass of water in her hand, and asked, "Is it done?"

"Alright. Scholk looked at the lens of his glasses, and after seeing Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang leaving, he took off the camera and began to collect the tripod.

"A couple more children died. The woman picked up the binoculars and looked at them, sighed, and handed the water to Sholke: "I don't know when it will end." ”

"Here you go. Shorke took out the currency from his pocket and handed it to the woman: "You are in a good position, you don't have to go out to earn money, you can live by collecting tolls, it's good." ”

The woman took the money, a smile appeared on her face, and then she sighed and said: "Now there are fewer and fewer reporters coming here to interview, and the income is also less, but you, who have been spending a lot of money here for the past few years." ”

With that, she turned her back, tucked the currency into her underwear, glanced at Sholke, and walked out.

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"Left!" Yan Jiucheng shouted.

Going down into the chaotic passage, the two found that there were not many people here, which should be the reason for the fighting, and the people had hidden in other passages.

Lao Hang ran to the left, his injured arm dripping blood.

"To the right!" Yan Jiucheng shouted again, following closely behind Lao Hang.

Although Lao Hang has been to this area to touch the row, and cooperate with the monitoring of Xuanlin's invasion here, to be precise, he has come here twice. But in comparison, Yan Jiucheng, who came here for the first time, is obviously more familiar with the route than Lao Hang.

The huge underground passage is like a complex labyrinth, floating on the face for Yan Jiucheng to remember, and the current location is in the area of the human face's chin.

"If you bear with me, there should be a corner in front of you. Yan Jiucheng glanced at Lao Hang: "Put the gun away, there should be civilians in front." ”

After running for a while, there was a turn in front of me, and on the right hand side of the bend there were several low walls forming a mouth shape, and the two jumped into the mouth shape of the low wall.

Yan Jiucheng immediately took out a knife and cut through the clothes on the outside of Lao Han's arm, only to see the flesh of his right arm explode, as if it had been pulled by a fiery knife, the flesh was torn apart on both sides, and the blood flowed so that the clothes were soaked.

"How are your hands, have you hurt your bones?" Yan Jiucheng immediately took off his shoes, hiding some standing medicine inside.

"Out of the way, just flesh and skin. Lao Hang took a knife and got a piece of cloth from his clothes: "Sprinkle the medicine." ”

Yan Jiucheng sprinkled the anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, and then took the cloth, and originally wanted to tie it, but the flesh on both sides was too cracked, and he didn't know how to do it for a while.

Lao Hang took the knife and pressed the turned flesh into it with the back of the knife, this was bloody meat, which made Yan Jiucheng, who was watching next to him, seem to be trembling in pain, Lao Hang's body trembled violently, although the severe pain made his face pale, but he did not make any painful sound.

Yan Jiucheng hurriedly tied a cloth to his arm.

"It's going to hurt a little, you bear with it. Yan Jiucheng glanced at Lao Hang, Lao Hang nodded, threw the knife to the ground, stretched out his hand to probe the wound under the cloth, and straightened the irregular flesh a little bit.

Yan Jiucheng tied it hard.

Lao Hang still didn't make any sound, just sweat dripping down the size of a bean.

"You go back first. Seeing this, Yan Jiucheng opened the bag, took out the notebook and opened it, and quickly pointed to a line on the map: "It should be safer to go from here." ”

"The mission is not completed, I will go back, who will cover you? Besides, these people are in several areas, and they have to be unlocked in the middle, and you can't handle it if I don't go. The old man hung a hand, although he only hurt the flesh, but after all, the wound was big, and the whole arm was numb, and he would not listen to the call for a while.

"No, you hurt ......"

"I'm an old man, and I'm not a girl, this injury is a fart!" Lao Hang snorted to the ground and took a few deep breaths: "Let me take it slowly, no problem." How's your picture?"

Yan Jiucheng glanced at the camera, and there were several good ones in it, which made Lao Hang breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's so hard to take pictures of this scene? There are so many in Shore's room, if this is a spy, he is too miserable, lurking in such a place, eating guns every day. Lao Hang tried to twist his arm, it was estimated that it was very painful, his mouth was purple with pain, but there was no * at all.

What a tough guy.

"Don't care about him first, can you bear it?" Yan Jiucheng glanced at Lao Hang, Lao Hang was right, these eight people are now scattered, and there are many places where you need to open the door and pick the lock in the middle, without Lao Hang, it is difficult for Yan Jiucheng to handle it alone.

"You send me back with this little injury, you are insulting me, of course you can bear it. Lao Hang immediately formed a half-squatting position, took a deep breath, and shook his arm: "Slow down for another five or six minutes, and the effect of the medicine will be fine." ”

"Xuanlin, who is closest to us, mark it. Yan Jiucheng whispered to his watch.

A small dot flickered quickly on the map, and then the man's surveillance appeared on the screen: it was a man who was not too tall, but rather strong, a bit like the Indonesian side, who seemed to be holding something important, clutching his chest pocket from time to time.

"Is it a business card?" asked Yan Jiucheng.

"It's not your business card, it's supposed to be an address or phone number or something, it's this group of people who analyzed your business card and gave it to this man. A line of text appeared on the screen, and Xuan Lin's answer was very fast.

I saw that the man walked into a building in Dongcheng District, which was quite new, far away from the war zone, and very close to the villa complex.

The other two people also walked in this direction. As soon as the news sent by Xuan Lin fell, Yan Jiucheng immediately switched back to the monitoring screen, and saw two tall and strong Caucasian people also walking towards this building, although it was far away from this building, according to the route, the possibility of destination being the same area is very high.

It seems that they are going to start analyzing Yan Jiucheng's business card.

"I don't know how many people are in this building. Lao Hang frowned.

"No matter how many people there are, they have to be killed quietly, since they are spies, in order to ensure that our latest weapons are not analyzed before rescuing scientists, in order to ensure that things are used, it is better not to use spy weapons. Yan Jiucheng touched the pen in his pocket and glanced at Lao Hang.

"Let's go, do it!" Lao Hang stood up and looked at Yan Jiucheng with some concern: "You are exposed, I'm afraid it's not good to act." ”

"I'm better at acting when I'm exposed. Yan Jiucheng picked up the knife, wiped the blood off it with his hand, and smiled coldly: "There is definitely a problem with these people, so they can't leave a single living mouth, and they can be as fast as possible, and they have to be quiet."

can gather near the villa group, presumably this team has something to do with the black family inside, I wonder if there are any powerful experiments that can judge the cattiness on the business card.

Before they confirm Yan Jiucheng's identity, they will erase everything.

Time is of the essence.

A footstep came quickly, Yan Jiucheng's face turned cold, and he looked towards the end of the passage.

"Where are you going to shoot?" In the distance of the passage, a man's voice came, his footsteps quickened, and he ran towards Yan Jiucheng: "I'll take you there!"

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