"In this way, the situation will be greatly conducive to the implementation of the mandate." Hugh surveyed his surroundings. "Why don't we go find a suitable place to start while it's still early, and stop the movement of those soldiers at that time."

"The rooftop of the hotel is a good choice, not only is it close to the truck, but the sheets can hide our whereabouts, and the height of the two-story building also makes it easy for us to jump directly from the top and evacuate the scene." Katyusha focused her gaze on the hotel's rooftop terrace.

"Let's go down and have a look and get acquainted with the environment." Hugh said as he opened the car door.

The two of them crossed the hotel lobby and soon reached the rooftop from the stairs on the left side of the hotel, Hugh pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, took out one, and tried to light it with a lighter, but the wind was too strong and several attempts failed, so he had to give up.

"Let me try." Katyusha took the cigarette from his hand, walked to the middle of the two sheets, covered her figure, then took out two flying knives from her waist, stuck the cigarette body in the middle of the blood guide groove on one of the blades, and used the other blade to quickly slash over it, a trace of spark was born from the friction of the two blades, igniting the cigarette butt, Katyusha took it out, handed it to her mouth and took a puff, and then walked to Hugh: "American cigarettes, you can't get used to smoking, you should enjoy it." ”

"Ox X. There is a chance to learn two from you. Hugh took it, took a deep breath, and stared at the three press vehicles entering the arena below.

Katyusha shrugged and inserted the knife into its scabbard. Together with Hugh, he waited for the press conference.

As the sky darkened, more and more cars came to the open parking lot. Many reporters of different skin colors, hair colors, and languages of different countries stepped out of their cars in twos and threes, talking to each other and walking in the direction of the hall.

One of them, a white female journalist with long tan hair, a black dress and high heels, and a blue United Nations press card, was talking to her male colleagues when the words "photos, evidence" were whispered, drawing the attention of Hugh and Katyusha.

"Following them, I have a hunch that today's situation will make it impossible for the president to step down." Hugh snuffed out the end of the third cigarette and went downstairs with Katyusha, walking in the direction of the conference room in the hall.

The reporters who entered the hotel, under the guidance of the waiter, came to the press conference hall and sat down one after another, Hugh took out the two notebooks that had been prepared, handed one to Katyusha, pretended to be a senior news reporter, took the trouble to write down something on it, and found two places with Katyusha to sit down.

Soon the reporters all arrived, crowded the rows of seats in front of the podium, Hugh paid attention to the national flag pattern on the press card in front of them, reporters from major countries in Europe, Asia, Africa, and the United States were present, but the United States was absent, it seems that because of the delicate partnership between the Serranian military and the United States, on the issue of public opinion, the United States still made concessions, not wanting to come to trouble its friends and embarrass the other side. This gave Hugh an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Everyone was busy opening their laptops, tablets and notepads to prepare for the meeting, and a black young man sitting next to Hugh saw the American flag on Hugh's press card, and stretched out his hands happily: "Heyman, I'm Kendra's media reporter." It's a pleasure to meet our American counterparts! ”

Looking at the other party's hand hovering in the air, Hugh, who originally just wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to be noticeable, had to return the salute, shook the other party, and said reluctantly: "It's also a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Gazunu, I'm twenty-eight years old, what's your name?" The other party asked.

"Is this a greeting for kindergarten children? I don't care what your name is, maybe I'll forget you when I walk out of this hall, and I want to ask my name. Hugh thought to himself, silently flashing his press card on his chest.

The other party looked intently and read out the name of the reporter that Katyusha had fabricated above: "Nikolai. Alexander. Tukhachevsky...... Good name, your American name is full of handsome and rich atmosphere, your ancestors should be noble, right? ”

"......" Hugh looked the Kendra reporter up and down, and thought to himself, "Nima, is this guy really here for a press conference?" ”

Seeing that Hugh didn't answer his own question, the other party decided to change the topic, this time no longer closely, but put his palm to his mouth, leaned into Hugh's ear, lowered the volume, and turned into a whisper to the topic: "I've been here for almost half a year, and I still have some sensational news clues, but I have been suppressed from above and not sent out, I think instead of letting these clues gradually be forgotten, it is better to resell them to the media in other countries, and change it for a good price, do you have anything to break the news there, Let's exchange information with each other, interact with each other, and if you are interested, you can also make an offer. ”

"I thought I had met a stunned young man, but I didn't expect it to be hidden quite deeply, and I actually started a business among my peers." Hugh thought about it in his heart, and decided to fool the other party: "I'm also a newcomer, I'm not familiar with life, and I haven't dug up anything valuable, you see so many reporters here today, it must be a war of words for a while, instead of looking for me to get close, it's better to pay more attention to their remarks, record some enlightening clues, and dig down yourself." ”

"That makes sense, so I won't bother you." The other party ended the topic with a sense of humor.

At this time, a conference host wearing a light gray suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looking like Obama with two guns, stepped forward, picked up the microphone on the presiding stage, and cleared his voice to remind the noisy reporters in the audience: "Everyone, please keep quiet, and welcome everyone to take time out of your busy schedule to come to the beautiful seaside hotel in our country to participate in tonight's press conference." I am the official spokesperson of the Serrania Ministry of Information, if you have any questions or questions, please feel free to ask me, I will try my best to answer them, after the end of the meeting, there will be a dinner for you, because of the time constraints, please limit the time for questions to five minutes, do not repeat the speech, and leave the opportunity to all colleagues around you. Thank you for your understanding and support. The moderator finished his opening remarks like a barrage, and the audience burst into sparse applause, and it was clear that everyone was deeply dissatisfied with the atrocities they had heard and witnessed by the military, and wanted to take this opportunity to ask what was going on.

"Looks like this guy is pretty good at talking. I'm also worried that he'll be drowned in a war of words from reporters for a while. It seems that this worry is unwarranted. Katyusha looked at the host.