Chapter 380 Porter Zhao Yan

"Hey!" Zhao Yan took the initiative to say hello.

However, last night he was dressed like a dog, and the three white female reporters couldn't look at it, not to mention that he was dressed like a restaurant owner today.

"We're going to leave soon, and we're going to Vajrasattva for an interview!" The three white female reporters ignored Zhao Yan and said to each other.

Zhao Yan walked over and said, "Three beautiful ladies, this road is not safe, take me with you, and you will have a free bodyguard." ”

"No, you don't. We also asked people to help to get three positions, I can't help you, sorry! A white female reporter ruthlessly rejected Zhao Yan.

However, another white female reporter whispered, "It's okay to bring him with you, just let him help us move the equipment, just say he's a porter." You talk to Henry. ”

Zhao Yan saw that the three white female reporters did carry a lot of equipment, he hurriedly stepped forward to lift the camera frame and suitcase, and said, "I can do it, I have a lot of strength!" From now on, you have a free porter. ”

"I didn't think your strength was really small, so I'll talk to Henry later." The tsundere female reporter saw that Zhao Yan's strength was okay, so she decided to take Zhao Yan with her.

"Remember who you are as a porter." The white female reporter reminded arrogantly.

"Don't worry, I will." Zhao Yan smiled slightly and carried the equipment to a bus.

It's an old-fashioned bus, and it looks quite old, but it's good to find one like this in a place like South Laden.

In a few moments, the car was full, some journalists, others officials from the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

The vast majority of these people are white, and there are a few blacks among them, and the yellow-skinned Asian is Zhao Yan.

As soon as Zhao Yan sat down next to the tsundere female reporter, a white man with a mustache walked over, frowned and asked, "Asian?" What are you doing in the car? ”

The tsundere female reporter hurriedly smiled and said, "Henry, he is our porter, and we have more camera equipment, so ......"

"Oh." This mustache has nothing to say.

The tsundere female reporter and this eight-character Hu Henry seemed to have an unusual relationship, and said unceremoniously to Zhao Yan, "Porter, you sit in the back and let Henry sit here." ”

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, stood up and gave up his seat to Bazihu.

In fact, it is better to sit in the back row, Zhao Yan happened to sit at the window, and soon sat down next to Zhao Yan a black uncle with a gray beard, who looked kind and good-looking, wearing inferior jeans, a bit like a porter.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Yan."

"Everyone else calls me Uncle Sam."

Zhao Yan shook hands with Uncle Sam, and everyone didn't say much, waiting to drive.

It is a long journey from here to the capital city of Vajrasattva, and there are two vehicles guarding the bus.

In front is an old Mustang sedan, followed by an open-top jeep, each carrying several United Nations peacekeepers in blue hats.

Generally speaking, although the situation in Southern Laden is volatile, the fighting between the various warlords is fierce;

However, no one will attack the United Nations forces, they will consider the international repercussions, and no one wants to offend the international community.

Therefore, the reporters are basically safe to move here, and everyone is not too worried.

When the bus was about to fill up, the convoy finally slowly embarked on the journey.

Zhao Yan looked out the window and closed his eyes, although his eyes were closed, his mind was communicating with the sensor worm he released.

The sensor worm can reach up to 50 kilometers and send back messages to him.

50 km is not a very close distance, it is completely sufficient.

Even if Professor Jin and the others are in danger, he will be too late to rush over!

Moreover, Zhao Yan also has a satellite phone on his body, if the distance is exceeded, everyone can also contact him by phone!

"What kind of strength is the so-called Dark Witch Emissary?" Zhao Yan thought to himself in his heart.

Although his eyes are closed, his six senses are very developed, and what the more than 30 people sitting in the entire car are doing and what they are talking are all within his six senses!

The three white female reporters obviously already had good chat partners, especially the white man and woman in front of them, who were chatting and laughing and laughing flamboyantly.

Zhao Yan released his spiritual power again, spreading it outside the bus, both sides of the road where the bus passed, and even a small section of the woods would be covered by Zhao Yan's spiritual power, and he would be the first to know when he encountered danger!

In this way, the three-car convoy drove bumpily on the red dirt roads of South Laden.

There was no word all the way, and a few hours later, it was already noon, the sun outside became strong, and the bus was very simple and not air-conditioned.

The passengers in the car were hot and hungry, and someone brought out some prepared compressed biscuits, which were very many here, brought by the United Nations troops.

"If you're hungry, you can come and get it." At the front of the bus, a woman said.

Uncle Sam, who had a gray beard, also stood up, walked to the front of the car, took a few compressed biscuits, and helped Zhao Yan bring a few as well, as well as a box of canned beef and a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Zhao Yan tore open a bag of compressed biscuits, which was a very dry and hard food, a little salty and sweet, in short, it was not delicious.

Everyone ate and chatted, what Zhao Yan didn't expect was that this Uncle Sam was not a black porter, according to himself, he opened a steel mill in the United States, and he didn't come here to do business, but to see if he could donate some money so that African children could go to school or something.

"It turned out to be a big boss with money and nowhere to spend." Zhao Yan smiled, "Uncle Sam, this Nan Laden is not safe!" You are such a big boss, you don't even go out with bodyguards! ”

Uncle Sam ate the canned food with a small spoon and said with a smile, "They said that with the United Nations troops, it is basically safe!" And I don't know anyone here, and I'm afraid that the bodyguards I hired are not authentic! ”

"That's just as well." In a hellish place like South Laden, those black mercenaries who are hired can become robbers at any time, and it is better to be safe with the United Nations forces.

Just as they were chatting over compressed biscuits, something seemed to be happening in front of them, and the bus stopped.

The reporters on the bus got busy, all got off the bus with their cameras and camcorders, and started filming.

Zhao Yan and Uncle Sam also got out of the car, and not far from the Loess Highway, there was a black tribe that had just been slaughtered.

The crowd walked over, and the sight was shocking.

There was blood and corpses all over the ground, there was not even a single living person in an entire tribe, and some dilapidated houses made of straw and wooden planks were crackling and burning...... [End of Chapter]