Chapter 450: Official Language

Margaret and Myron had just run out when they were spotted by the Hidden Dragon, and eight guns were pointed at them in unison.

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

Margaret didn't take it seriously, she had already reported her name, who would dare to mess with the dignified BBC reporter?

But in the next second, the gunshot rang out violently, and the bullet landed less than half a meter in front of Margaret's feet, causing her to fall to the ground with a scream.

Myron was worthy of being a mercenary, and his reaction was quite fast, and when he heard the order of the hidden dragon, he immediately raised his hand and stood there motionless.

"Lao Shi, let's go over and have a look, and you escort His Excellency the President back to the room first."

Dewey and Wei Laoshi walked over, and Margaret trembled with fright at this moment, and there was only one sentence in her mouth: "I am a reporter from the BBC, I am a reporter from the BBC, and I ...... from the BBC."

Myron was much more sober than she was, and hurriedly shouted: "We have no ill intentions, we are BBC reporters and want to interview President Eric." As he spoke, he compared the camera in his hand.

"These two men are a little familiar," Wei Laoshi whispered to Dewey, "I remember, they are really BBC reporters, the ones we attacked Crumpton." ”

Dewey also remembered that he did meet a BBC program team at that time, saying that it was a documentary about vampire bats, but he didn't board the ship, so he didn't know him.

"I didn't expect it to be them, anyway, how did they run in, the presidential guard is too scummy, right?"

"Their combat effectiveness, you know."

The two shook their heads wordlessly at the same time, stopped talking, and came to Margaret.

"How did you get in? Don't you know that trespassing on the presidential palace has violated the laws of our country, and whoever you are will be punished by the law. Dewey said coldly.

"We are BBC journalists and we have the right to ......"

Hearing Margaret's words, Myron suddenly had a feeling of slapping her to death. It's all at this time, and I thought that the BBC's signboard could be used as a talisman, did this host have water in his brain?

He hurriedly interrupted Margaret and said, "Hello sir, we admit that the way we came in was a little disgraceful, but we really didn't mean anything, we just wanted to interview President Eric. ”

"I used to be a reporter for the BBC, but even if you want to interview the president, you can't trespass into the presidential palace, but you should go through regular channels. But for the sake of you being a first-time offender, I'll spare you this time, and leave at once. ”

Dewey was not afraid of the BBC, but had just received a notice from headquarters that Eric needed to speak to the media, and Margaret could be said to have sent it to the door herself.

Margaret keenly sensed that there was room for maneuver in Dewey's words, and immediately said: "I'm BBC reporter Margaret, and now there is news that President Eric has been killed, is it true?" ”

Myron really wants to cover her mouth, people have already let us go, what are you still asking these things for, don't you want to live?

Unexpectedly, Dewey was not as enraged as he imagined, but smiled and said, "Your Excellency the President was killed? Where did you hear the news, absolutely nothing, you have also seen, His Excellency the President has just entered. ”

"Just because it's the president's motorcade that goes in doesn't mean it's President Eric sitting inside." Margaret said.

"So how can you believe it?" Dewey asked rhetorically.

"It's simple, ask President Eric to be interviewed by me." Margaret said immediately.

"This," Dewey deliberately hesitated, "something out of order." But for the sake of you being a BBC reporter, let me ask you for the President. Don't wander around, just wait here. ”

Is that okay?!

Myron couldn't believe his ears, he watched Dewey and Wei Laoshi walk into the presidential palace in a straight voice, and said after a while: "Miss Margaret, how did you do it?" ”

Margaret smiled smugly and said, "You have to believe the weight of the BBC, there is no one we can't interview, and Eric is honored to be able to be interviewed by us." ”

Myron can't refute this, this is the difference in status.

If the other party is the president of a big country, then it is the BBC's pleasure to be interviewed, and for Eric, it is indeed his pleasure.

The two waited for about ten minutes, and Dewey went back and said, "Miss Margaret, Your Excellency the President has invited you in, and he is glad to be interviewed by you." ”

Margaret almost cheered, and forced the joy in her heart to follow Dewey in.

She sniffled twice as she entered, feeling an indescribable stench in the air, but she didn't think much of it, and followed Dewey to the parlor to wait for Eric.

In order to avoid being recognized by them, none of the members who had seen Margaret and Myron in Crompton showed up, except for the second mule and the chicken thief escorting Eric into the parlor.

Eric was dressed in full costume, obviously deliberately dressed, and smiled as he entered the door, "Sorry to keep you waiting." I apologize to both of you for the actions of the guards just now, because something unpleasant happened just now, and my guards are nervous. ”

"Your Excellency the President, please excuse our presumptuousness," Margaret politely bowed, "may we begin the interview?" Your Excellency the President, would you like to see the outline of my interview? ”

"Don't read the interview outline, I still have a lot of things to deal with here, I can only give you half an hour, let's start quickly." Eric said.

"Okay, Myron, help me turn on the camera." Margaret said.

After Myron gave her a ready gesture, Margaret asked, "Your Excellency, you mentioned that something unpleasant had happened, what is it?" Can you tell me? ”

"Of course," Eric nodded, "Actually, we'll announce this at tomorrow's press conference, and Miss Margaret only knew about it a few hours in advance." ”

"That's my pleasure, can Your Excellency tell me what it is?" Margaret asked again.

"We have just destroyed the coup plot of the international mercenary organization Philip Army, and all the top leaders of the Philip Army, including Lenny Philip, have been killed by us." Eric said.

"But that's not what we're getting from that." Margaret said.

"Oh, so what's the news you get?" Eric asked.

"Lenny Philip avoided the Presidential Palace in order to avoid the pursuit of the Huaxia secret army, but the Huaxia secret army forcibly attacked the presidential palace, killed all the high-ranking members of the Philip army, and threatened your life." Margaret said.

"Miss Margaret, I don't know where you got the news from, I can only say that your news is completely wrong, and there is no Huaxia secret force involved in today's battle." Eric said.

"Is that really the case?" Margaret smiled, "Could it be that they kidnapped Your Excellency the President and threatened you not to tell the truth?" ”

Eric wanted to tell Margaret that she was all right, but he could only shrug his shoulders and say, "I don't understand what you mean, am I not free now?" ”

"I have a video here, Mr. President, you can watch it, I wonder how you explain it?"

Margaret pulled out her phone, pulled up the BBC video and handed it to Eric.

Eric took it and looked at it carefully, and confessed, "Yes, this is how we counterinsurgency. ”

"So who are these people, and why do they threaten His Excellency the President in the end? Why is Your Excellency the President shouting like that? Margaret asked.

"Oh, they're my guards, and the reason I'm so panicked is because I was held hostage by Lenny Philip before, and they just came to check on me, and I was terrified by the fight." Eric understated.

"Is that all? So why do they speak Mandarin? Margaret asked.

"Do they speak Mandarin?" Eric asked.

"Of course."

Margaret nodded, staring directly at Eric, waiting for his answer, scaring Myron, who was carrying the camera, into a cold sweat.

An excellent mercenary, Myron's eyes are poisonous.

From the small screen, he recognized the so-called Presidential Guard guards, the three men standing behind Eric.

Although Margaret's spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end is good, if those people are really anxious to be asked, neither of them will want to get out alive today.

Sure enough, an unnatural look appeared on Eric's face, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Well, I'll tell you the truth, they are not actually my guards. Miss Margaret may not know that our country is actually controlled by Lenny Philip, and we have always wanted to be independent, but our military strength is far from enough to fight Philip's army, so I brought in another mercenary. ”

"May I ask Your Excellency the President, did you invite Qianlong International Security Company?" Margaret asked.

Qianlong has been exposed, and the Qianlong International Security Company that covers its identity has also entered the media's sight, regardless of whether the two are necessarily related or not, as long as Eric admits to the Qianlong International Security Company, then the name of the secret force of Qianlong will be confirmed.

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this company," Eric shook his head, "As for which mercenary organization I invited, because it involves the secrets of our country, please forgive me for not commenting, I can only tell you that they have nothing to do with Huaxia." ”

Margaret didn't give up, and then asked, "Since they have nothing to do with Huaxia, why do they all have to speak Chinese?" ”

Eric looked at Margaret strangely and said, "Huaxia is one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, and Mandarin is also the official language of the United Nations. ”

He made so much sense that Margaret was speechless. She felt that this statement seemed to be somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, and it took her a long time to remember.

The last time he said these things was the United States, and the object was the famous Cardazzo, who soon cooled down......