In the eastern district, the underpasses between gangs and gangs are solid, but the underpasses leading to civilian areas are all connected.

In fact, the civilian area should not be connected to the gangs, although the government forces of the three countries have been beating me and I have beaten you, but because of the continuous reports of war correspondents about the tragic deaths of civilians in the war, the governments of the three countries have still done some work on the civilian area: they have sealed the tunnels on all sides of the civilian area to prevent gangs from fighting too close to civilians when they fight.

However, it didn't work.

To put it bluntly, under the interests, these are just for reporters to see.

If you plug it today, it will be demolished tomorrow.

As long as it is a war zone, civilians will always be the most bitter group of people, which is eternal no matter what country or dynasty it is in: war, the people suffer.

Yan Jiucheng didn't need to go to the ground where the gunshots were ringing at all, he only needed to go directly into the underground passage of the civilian area in the underpass, and as soon as he got there, he smelled a foul smell, the kind of smell that couldn't be said, it was like the feeling of swill spilling on the ground.

Yan Jiucheng pinned his press card to his chest, took off the gang's badge, hid it in his pocket, took out a notebook from his pocket, and pinned the pen to the notebook.

Entering the dungeon of the civilian area, the further you go inside, the more obvious the stench becomes, and the further you go, the more people there are. It can be described as a buzz of people, almost all of them flocked to the dungeon.

This is also, there is a conflict above, and the dungeon is relatively safe, as long as they don't rush into the civilian area to fight.

The stench made Yan Jiucheng frown, and even wanted to vomit, but the crowded people seemed to be used to it, and there was no other expression on their faces except horror and despair.

The woman holding the headscarf squatted in a corner with a crying child, and her man sat next to her;

The limping old man sat on the ground in despair, sucking in a half-cigarette that had not been lit at all;

The sound of prayer one after another, the crying one after another, accompanied by the sound of gunfire one after another, made Yan Jiucheng feel as if he was not born on earth, but in another world, a rotten world.

He found the source of the swill stench, nothing but the stench of these people, a place where there were frequent wars, and the water source was very unstable, so few people bathed. When there are more people, the smell is extremely obvious. And these people themselves have long been accustomed to it and can't smell it.

Yan Jiucheng walked in the narrow tunnel, although he was very clear about where he was going, his steps were not very fast, but silently glanced at everyone and input their faces into his brain.

No, there are spies, or civilians who have been bribed by spies while the mission is in progress.

"Reporter, this is a reporter, right?" a little girl asked her mother softly, pointing to Yan Jiucheng's back.

"Hmm. Her mother nodded, her expression blank.

"Can the journalist save us? I heard my grandfather say, the journalist filmed here, and then the whole world knows about our suffering, so will anyone come to help us? Kill the demon who started the war. The little girl asked again.

"No, you can't. Her mother looked at the narrow window with a blank expression: "After they finished filming, they will go back to their own country, not a savior, and they can't kill demons." ”

People here don't have a particularly good impression of war correspondents, and after more than ten years of war, they have seen a lot of enthusiastic correspondents, from thinking that the other side can bring hope, to discovering that reporters can do nothing.

Now, they just treat the arrival of the reporter as a spectator, let the child get a few pieces of candy, take advantage of a little advantage, be eloquent, accept an interview with the reporter, say a few words in front of the camera, make a little money, or help the reporter lead the way and make some money.

That's all.

War correspondents, here do not enjoy the general respect of the population. And this atmosphere also makes many war correspondents leave after taking a picture, and so on, and so on, becoming more and more estranged.

Scholke, who has insisted on filming for several years under such an estrangement, is particularly valuable.

Yan Jiucheng crossed the civilian area and came to the north of the living area in the eastern district, he looked around and found the nearest exit from the third road, he thought about it, turned back to the tunnel, took a few photos, and then climbed out.

As soon as I went out, I heard the sound of gunfire coming from not far away, which was clearer than in the dungeon, and it shook people's eardrums.

"Reporter Yan!" Scorke's voice came from behind him, Yan Jiucheng turned his head, and saw that he was bent on his waist, holding a camera in his hand, his head was gray, and his face seemed to have been hit by a stone that had collapsed, swollen up, and some skin was broken.

"Well, just filmed in the dungeon how these people are hiding from the war. Yan Jiucheng looked around, and saw that there was no sound of people running around, and it seemed that he didn't hit this side, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the album, and said: "It's a pity that I just went to the East Side Gang, I couldn't bring a camera, and I didn't take good photos, so I used my mobile phone to deal with a few." ”

"Where are you going now?" Scholke shook his head, it was all small pebbles: "Just a* exploded near me, almost died, and broke me all over the stone." ”

"I'm ......" Yan Jiucheng paused, and then asked, "Where are you going next?"

Scholk pointed ahead: "They exchanged fire on the left, I went to shoot over there, and the window on the east side of the sixth building just had a good view of the point of engagement, and I took a tripod to see if I could get a clear picture of the scene." As he spoke, he patted his backpack, which was bulging.

Yan Jiucheng glanced at his bag.

"I'm going to find one of my informants, be careful. After Yan Jiucheng finished speaking, he patted Shawk on the shoulder, turned around and ran north. The destination he was going to was the third and fifth room, but this time, he ran in the opposite direction.

How could it be such a coincidence? As soon as he came out of the underground tunnel, he met Xiao Erke? Even if Yan Jiucheng's previous judgment of Xiao Erke was that this person was a war correspondent, at this time, he muttered.

It's a coincidence, and you can't go wrong with caution.

And this kind of caution made Yan Jiucheng not put a bugging device on Sholk, he was afraid that if Sholk was really a master of spies who was very well hidden, he would startle the snake.

Sholk looked at Yan Jiucheng's back as he left, and then ran to the front with his waist bent.

Yan Jiucheng hid around the corner, secretly stretched out a mirror, and immediately pressed his watch when he saw Scork turn around, and ordered: "Now check the fourth way, Scork ran over, stared at him, and saw where he went." ”

After speaking, he quickly ran to the third street, ran for about three minutes, and saw the message sent by Xuan Lin: Xiao Erke has arrived at the sixth building of the fourth road.

This is in line with the location he said.

Although Yan Jiucheng always felt a little muttering in his heart, his task at the moment was not Xiao Erke, but the two people in the fifth room of the third road, who should be trading at this time.

Coming to the vicinity of the fifth room, Yan Jiucheng raised his wrist and looked at the time, at this time, it was five fifty, which was this point in time.

That's right, on the way to the hall in the East Underground Passage, Yan Jiucheng heard a lot of exchanges, and he heard at least tens of thousands of sentences clearly, including these sentences:

"What time are you going to the fifth room?"

"The boss said that the man hadn't smoked in the evening, and asked me to come early in the morning, about six o'clock. Hehe, I'm just going over there to meet my little lover. ”

These few lines of dialogue are said by the subordinates of one of the people who walked side by side with the dark clouds, although this person is not of high rank, but he is a well-connected person, it can be seen that he must be a relative of the gang boss or something, he can be trusted, but he is too thin, and his eyes seem to have a little problem, and he can't take on the heavy responsibility.

Yan Jiucheng is not very sure of whether the judgment he made about this person's network department in a short period of time is accurate, and what he is most sure of is that the "that person" in this person's mouth "That person didn't smoke at night" is a dark cloud.

The dark clouds are to be smoked a few times, and the addiction is very great.

Yan Jiucheng looked around, scratched the fake skin in his palm, took the bugging device in his palm, and hid to the side.

After a while, I saw a man in a gray shirt pressing his hat and whistling over, it was the person Yan Jiucheng had locked. Yan Jiucheng did not show up, but continued to hide aside, took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, took out another stack of money, took off his shoes, pressed a secret switch inside the shoes, and took out a small capsule.

Then, wrap the money in a small capsule and carefully press it.

A little bit of water got on the stack of money.

About half an hour, this person came out again, and after Yan Jiucheng heard the sound of the door opening, he threw the money at the staircase.

The man went downstairs, and immediately saw the stack of money, and he immediately picked it up, put it in his pocket, looked around, and ran away.

Yan Jiucheng showed a triumphant smile, turned around and left, and went straight to the reporter station.

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"Rest assured, the clouds are about to be blown away by the wind. Yan Jiucheng glanced at Gu Miqing, who was sitting on the bed, and then looked at Lao Hang and Xuanlin: "You guys go out, she is my girlfriend, you don't look good in my room all the time." ”

Lao Hang and Xuan Lin hurriedly left, and before leaving, Lao Hang gave Yan Jiucheng a thumbs up: "I won't accept anyone, I'll obey you." ”

"Kill Wuyun? You didn't fight him, is Wuyun dead now?Old Hang, your worship is too inexplicable, isn't it?" Gu Miqing twisted his head to the side, very dissatisfied.

"The clouds are now ...... Yan Jiucheng looked at the time, it was half past six when he returned to the reporter station, and his eyes were clouded: "I should be dying, I can't survive eight o'clock, well, he must have to smoke before eight o'clock." ”

Gu Miqing still tilted his head, angry that he was actually given a first-level order by Yan Jiucheng. She was going to protect him, and he actually gave a first-class order as a captain!

What does a first-level order mean?

It means that if she doesn't obey Yan Jiucheng's order to 'stay put' and go to the third line to protect him, Lao Hang and Xuan Lin will kill her immediately!

"I don't believe it, after such a chaotic environment, you can definitely judge that the powder that this person bought must have been bought for Wuyun!" After Lao Hang and Xuan Lin left, Gu Miqing didn't twist her head, she turned her back to Yan Jiucheng completely, and she was furious.

"Then bet?" Yan Jiucheng sat on the bed.

Gu Miqing moved to the side, stretched out his hand and drew a three-eight line in the middle of the bed: "Don't come here! What kind of bet?!"

"You really don't need to follow me to the third street, I won't have a head-on confrontation with them at all, the best way to snipe the dark clouds is to snipe in the air, when a person is addicted, it is the easiest to start. Yan Jiucheng softened his voice and explained carefully: "No matter how powerful he is, he would never have thought that the person who bought him something would have medicine in his hands." ”

"Why?" Gu Miqing turned his head and looked at Yan Jiucheng.

Because he would not have thought that someone would be able to lock on to the person who would help him run errands in such a short period of time, and even this person, he didn't know himself, would never have thought of this. ”

"Are you so sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. ”

"Why are you so sure?"

"With this. Yan Jiucheng pointed to his brain.

Gu Miqing rolled her eyes.

Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand and poked her forehead again: "Also, with your brain." ”

"My brain?" Gu Miqing was puzzled and a little embarrassed, she shook her head violently, and being poked made her very unhappy and a little shy.

"Well, you chose me, you have a vision. ”

Yan Jiucheng said and stood up: "You pack up, I'll take you somewhere." ”

"Where are you going?" Gu Miqing picked up the gun: "Do you want to call Lao Hang?"

"No, just the two of us, while ...... Yan Jiucheng looked out the window, it was late to dawn here, and the sky was still dark at this time, but it was brighter than before.

The sun is coming out.

"While it's dark and no one, let's go on a date. Yan Jiucheng turned his head and looked at Gu Miqing very seriously: "This is an order, not a joke, bring a condom and fill your bullets again." ”

"Dating?"

"Yes, dating. ”