Xiang Wan's pupils constricted, and after half ringing, the heart of fear faded for some reason.

"Nope." Xiang Wan refused, and smiled after speaking: "I'm married, you let me take off my clothes, it's better to kill me directly, and then let a dead man turn on the camera for you." ”

The scene fell silent.

Xiang Wan sat down: "Qingcheng speaks so standardly, you should understand that there is a saying that there should be an attitude of asking for people." ”

A war zone outside the borders has its own rules.

Neutral journalists and doctors are not allowed to use guns.

These people did not hesitate to attack her, indicating that it was not a casual combat army at all, but terrorists.

Xiang Wan's breathing paused slightly, and he completely calmed down in his bloodthirsty eyes.

In the hands of this group of people, the hope of surviving to find Xu Bai is basically zero, so it is better to fight.

After the standing man sneered, and then the hippie smiley face approached, Xiang Wan licked his back molars, and then lifted the crown.

In the next second, his jaw was shackled fiercely.

With a click, Xiang Wan's jaw was almost dislocated.

"You want to bite your tongue?"

I don't want to, I just want to fight and give myself some chance to live, no matter how bad it is, it's okay to call her and Xu Bai to say a word.

Xiang Wan's eyes were red, and he sniffed: "If you want to rip off my clothes, you might as well let me die." ”

The breath was very close, and the palm of his hand rubbed against Xiang Wan's chin.

Xiang Wan was in pain, but he could still endure the rope that tied his wrist slowly with screws.

The eagle-eyed man stared at her silently for a while and smiled, "But you can't die by biting your tongue, and you're not the only reporter." ”

Xiang Wan squeezed out words from between his teeth: "There are no reporters in the war zone, and if you want reporters, you can only find them from the Xiangshe, but sir, the reporters in the Xiangshe are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., just like the equipment in front of you, from photography to storyboards, to speaking to the outside world and inserting into the network of the TV station, this is definitely not done by a random reporter, I am the only reporter in the Xiangshe who graduated from the orthodox media major, except for me, you can find the next one, and you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey." ”

The hand that shackled the chin loosened.

Towards the crown of the late teeth, his eyes stared at him with a bad look.

After half a ring, the hawk-eyed man got up: "Untie her." ”

He let out a long breath and got up to fiddle with the machine after being untied.

"Do you still learn to be in charge of the camera when you major in media?"

Xiang Wan's grace snorted, skillfully set up the machine and debugged it, and then quietly cut off the transmission line, turned on the focus, and said casually: "What about the network cable box?" ”

The two looked at each other: "What network cable box?" ”

Xiang Wan's half-truth: "It's just that the video can't be plugged into the TV station's network, and a network cable box is needed, and there are ...... The receiver and the connected channel that you want to plug in. ”

The scene fell silent.

Xiang Wan: "Only reporters are useless, you need to have a city channel to receive." ”

The eagle-eyed man looked at her silently for a while: "Are you kidding me?" ”

"If you don't understand, I suggest you Baidu, Baidu will tell you a lot of answers, oh oh, by the way, there may be no network here, you also need a network station."

Xiang Wan's face remained unchanged, but his hand behind his back trembled to the extreme.

After taking a deep breath, he smiled: "If you can't get it, actually, I can help you get it." ”

"Where did you get it?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm the boss of the Xiangsheli newspaper." Xiang Wan raised his finger and pointed to himself word by word: "Sir, I can help you with everything you need, but there is a premise, and that is...... Let me give you a call. ”

Xiang Wan can't do it, she is not a TV station, just a reporter, and the equipment she brings only has the role of recording.

Even if they are TV reporters, the TV station in the incense house will not help these terrorists do anything to spread the word to the outside world.

Expecting her, a journalist, to do what they want to do is pure fantasy.

Xiang Wan smiled unchanged: "This is your territory, I'm just a weak woman, you think about it." ”

Xiang Wan was tied hand and foot again and thrown aside.

After watching the tent be closed and the room returned to darkness, he curled up silently.

Her Xu Bai.

What will this do?

Xu Bai was ten kilometers away from Xiang Wan, looking at the information of this group of people.

A group of people who came out of nowhere.

Personnel who are not in war zones outside the borders of the country, who do not belong to any country at war, who are not mercenaries, and who are not the advance force that disturbs the peace, then there is only one answer.

It is also the most bizarre one......

"Mr. Xu, your wife's position has been locked."

Xu Bai took the tablet and frowned fiercely: "No jammer?" ”

"Nope." The soldier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "There is no network box, no jammer, but there are many, many heavy weapons, just one can destroy most of the city in the incense house, this group of people is terrorists." ”

It is better to control the conspirators.

What you want is the control of a city, this kind of life is cautious, and will not do anything to a neutral city, after all, outside the country, the life of a neutral journalist is not the same as a small soldier.

The hardest to control are the terrorists.

There is no reason, no cause and effect, you can't figure out what he wants and what he likes, and you can't even see through his purpose.

If it is not because Xiang Wan is Xiang Wan, but because it is a coincidence.

Coincidentally, it may be a coincidence that she is a woman.

It may also be a coincidence, and it may be a coincidence.

Or maybe it's a picture.

After all, along with the disappearance of worthless photographic recording equipment.

Xu Bai's eyes were fixed in the direction where Xiang Wan was, and after half a sound, he squinted slightly.

In the second half of the night, Xiang Wan's whole body stiffened from the cold, but he still fell asleep groggyly.

As it dawned, several gunshots rang out outside the tent.

Xiang Wan shuddered and woke up with a pale face.

Looking at the position of the tent in a daze, he pulled out the screws from the cuffs and held them tightly in the palm of his hand.

Soon, the gunfire turned into a loud reprimand in the language of the incense house.

Immediately after, messy footsteps rang out outside the tent.

Then the curtain of the tent was torn open.

The eagle-eyed man walked in, and there were two more in the back, pushing and shoving a man with glasses.

The white down jacket with slightly pursed pink lips looks young and beautiful.

The pupils constricted and froze in place.

"Who is this?" The eagle-eyed man pulled a stool and sat down opposite Xiang Wan, playing with a switchblade in his hand, clicking, the switchblade came out of the sheath, and with another click, the cold light of the knife went into the sheath.

Xiang Wan's throat rolled, and the corners of his lips trembled and his eyes fixed on the camera on Xu Bai's chest.

Xu Bai had a gun against his waist, which meant that he dared to speak, and he would die in front of her in the next second.

Xiang Wan's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of water.

He lowered his head and frowned fiercely to blink away his tears, then raised his head and said in surprise: "Xu Baibai, why are you here?" ”

Xiang Wan and Xu Bai looked at each other, controlled the muscles of their faces not to shake, and repeated with a smile: "Photographer Xu Baibai, why are you here?" ”

Who allowed you to come here, and who allowed you to die without my permission.