After Lodi instructed his men, he pulled the door open and went outside the car, and Beasley, who was listening in the car behind him, also stepped out of the car.

"What did she say? Seeing her hurrying outside to answer the phone, it should be a very important call for her. ”

Lodi looked at the office building that Rebecca had disappeared into not far away, and asked Beasley beside him.

"There was nothing specific on the phone, only that Rebecca was likely to meet with a woman tomorrow afternoon, but we couldn't find out the identity of the other party and the location of the call, and obviously both sides of the call were very alert."

Beasley told Lodi the limited information he had just gotten.

"Woman? It's a woman again, and it makes me feel bad, and I think of the woman who rescued Rebecca and wounded my men. ”

Lodi said thoughtfully.

"Lodi, don't be careless, as far as I know, some staff members of the Chinese consulate in southern China have been temporarily transferred here, and there may be your rivals here, what you just said is really not just a joke, everything is possible."

Beasley's warning caused a cool air to rise behind Lodi, who was standing in the shade of the tree.

"Let's go, let's go for a walk and scatter our hearts, standing stupidly here won't solve the problem."

Beasley pulled Lodi, who was a little dazed, and the two of them paced down the roadside forest path toward the office building.

"Lodi, I still have to remind you, we all saw the woman named Kosheleva coming here in the morning, this matter must not be underestimated, she alone can't make much waves, but don't forget, she came with her colleagues who worked together in that base, these people obviously came prepared, if they really do something during the meeting, there are so many media reporters here staring, any slightest wind and grass will make waves, As long as you stick to the two-day consultation, ......"

Beasley, who was walking while bowing his head and talking, was suddenly snagged by Lodi beside him, Beasley looked up, and saw Lodi pointing with his chin to the building not far away, and looked in the direction pointed by Lodi, Beasley saw Rebecca running out of the building in a hurry, and the two immediately stopped and hid behind a large tree to look in Rebecca's direction.

Rebecca, who had hurried out, walked through the small square in front of the building, walked quickly to the side of the road, reached out and stopped a taxi passing by, got into it and left.

"She's hurrying out to get some more attention to her, Lodi, and we're going to be watching every step she takes now."

Beasley warned Lodi as he waved the two cars behind him, and the two got into the cars, then quickly followed in the direction of the taxi.

Rebecca rushed out in a hurry just to see someone.

In this morning's on-site connection, Rebecca unexpectedly saw those demonstrators from the southern air force research and development base, compared to other protest groups, this protest team composed of more than a dozen people seems to be alone, but the impact effect they bring here is definitely no worse than other groups, the first thing that attracted everyone's attention is the age of these demonstrators, most of the members of this team are over half a hundred years old, and then these sharp-eyed media reporters realized where these people came from, And the photos of the victims carried by these people immediately became the target of everyone's questioning.

Rebecca found Kosheleva in the midst of this group, and Rebecca is no stranger to the photo of the old man hanging on Kosheleva's body, who is a meritorious scientist of the former Yugoslavia, and not long ago, the Nanguo government held a solemn burial ceremony for him at the National Heroes Cemetery.

"Excuse me, Ms. Kosheleva, do you remember me? Some time ago, we briefly met twice on the side of the highway in the southern war zone and in the hotel in Bay City, do you still have an impression? ”

When many reporters surrounded these protesters for interviews, Rebecca did not come forward, that time in the hotel, when she knocked on the door of Kosheleva's room, the other party's eyes showed horror and helplessness made Rebecca feel shocked, and then when she returned to the hotel again, she learned that Kosheleva had been attacked by strangers, and Rebecca, who could not verify whether Kosheleva was out of the crisis, left the war-torn place with deep self-reproach.

Seeing Kosheleva here again, Rebecca was both inexplicably excited and comforted, at least now it seems that Kosheleva has recovered from that grief and panic, and that she can come here to participate in the protests, at least it proves that Kosheleva can face that unbearable past experience.

As the protests drew to a close and there were no longer too many reporters around, Rebecca approached Kosheleva with a sense of trepidation, and instead of turning on her interview equipment, she whispered to Kosheleva, who was caring for an elderly couple, in an inquiring tone.

Kosheleva turned around when she heard the sound, stared at Rebecca in front of her, and soon she showed a smile and whispered:

"I remember you, I'm sorry for the previous faux pas, I ...... at the time"

"Ms. Kosheleva, I should say that I am sorry, I was too presumptuous and did not think through it thoroughly, my rash visit caused you inconvenience and danger, for which I have been deeply remorseful, and at the same time I am begging for your forgiveness, I want to say sorry to you, I am sorry."

Seeing that Kosheleva did not deliberately avoid herself, Rebecca couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief, before asking the question, she was worried that the other party would refuse her contact again, but this worry did not happen, unlike other reporters, Rebecca knew that Kosheleva held a secret that no one knew, and after getting Kosheleva's response, Rebecca sincerely expressed her apologies, and she wanted to lay a good foundation for further contact.

"Don't say I'm sorry, it was probably the most difficult time of my life, I didn't know who to believe, I just wanted to get away from that sad place as soon as possible."

Kosheleva looked up at Rebecca, who was about her age in front of her, smiled apologetically, reached out and stroked her blonde hair that was blown by the wind, and continued:

"I have read some of your interviews and some of your interviews on the current situation of the former Yugoslavia, thank you for your fair and objective report on the current situation there, although we are also dissatisfied with the dictatorship of the Milo clan and express our indignation at his tough suppression of foreign races, but this does not mean that we approve of the so-called revolution launched there in the name of fighting for freedom and equality, we have witnessed many things, and we know what is happening there."

Kosheleva's words came as a surprise to Rebecca, and she realized that Kosheleva had something to say.

"Excuse me, can you say a few words to our audience? I believe that there are many viewers who are just like me and eager to know the truth there. ”

Rebecca duly signaled to the assistant behind her, and at the same time turned on the microphone and handed it to Kosheleva.

"The truth is that the so-called freedom fighter Shatov is an inhumane executioner, and they are making killings."

Without waiting for Kosheleva to speak, the couple who had been supporting each other and standing beside Kosheleva grabbed Rebecca's hand holding the microphone first, and said these shocking words to the camera of the cameraman behind Rebecca, and these words and the angry expressions of the two old men and Rebecca instantly spread all over the world.

Rebecca, who had suffered a loss, did not ask too many sensitive questions to the elderly protesters at the demonstration site, she was worried that her questions would get these old people into trouble, but she knew that just a few simple questions and answers with those old people and Kosheleva were enough to turn everyone's attention back to the almost forgotten base killing, which was beyond Rebecca's expectations, but she didn't want to show more details here so simply, more importantly, Rebecca is waiting for a call from Linda, who is now desperate to meet the mysterious woman who once helped her.

Rebecca succeeded in convincing Kosheleva and the two elderly men to accept her interview, and as she rushed back to her office to work with her team to work out a rough outline for the interview, Ms. Liang's phone call came in.

Perhaps this is providence that allows me to lift the heavy lid that covers that Air Force R&D base and let the truth come out.

Thinking of this, Rebecca's heart swelled with longing and anticipation.

After talking to Liang Qing, Rebecca returned to her studio and quickly sorted out an interview outline, she wanted to go to the hotel rented by Kosheleva and the others, and communicate with the other party in detail in advance, Rebecca wanted to make her interview headlines again.

In an open-air bar on the side of the hotel's main entrance, Kosheleva waited here, as promised.

The two who met again were much more relaxed than before, and after a few simple greetings, the two quickly cut to the chase.

"Miss Kosheleva, this is the approximate range of things I may cover in my interview with you tomorrow, you can take a look, if there is anything wrong, please feel free to point it out, and I will go back and make corrections."

Rebecca is very sincere.

Kosheleva smiled slightly and said softly:

"Rebecca, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Kova so that we don't seem strange, I know what you mean by 'inappropriate', you don't have to worry, since I'm here, I'm ready to deal with everything here, not only to talk about our lost loved ones, but also about the threats that the executioners might have against us."

Kosheleva said this, looking into Rebecca's eyes, and said slowly but firmly:

"But we are not afraid, since we are here, we are not afraid of any threat."

Kosheleva's confession made Rebecca let go of her worries, and she quickly followed Kosheleva's train of thought.