Song Shijie looked at the hand slowly withdrawing from his arms in fear, and at this moment, his eyes met the assassin face to face for the first time.

Seeing Song Shijie standing opposite, the photographer was stunned for a moment, with a trace of doubt in his eyes that then turned into surprise.

"Assassin... catch the assassin."

The moment he saw the other person's surprised look, Song Shijie felt something break in a corner of his body, and his whole body felt numb like an electric shock. Then he found that the power returned to his body.

A sense of mission! The same sense of mission! A sense of mission that the future of the country and the nation is in his hands.

"Catch him quickly!"

Song Shijie suddenly stretched out his arm and pointed at the photographer opposite him and shouted. He had never thought that he could make such a loud voice.

"Catch him quickly, that man is an assassin!"

There he roared loudly and roared angrily.

At this moment, time stood still. Although it sounded ridiculous, Song Shijie truly felt that everything around him had stopped after he shouted those words.

Everyone maintained their actions for the previous second and stared at him blankly. At that moment, the noisy crowd around him suddenly became silent as if a spell had been cast on him, while the welcoming team in the distance was silent.

Cheers continued to erupt, and with this background sound, the atmosphere at the scene became even more weird and abrupt.

"Assassin, catch that photographer quickly, he is an assassin!"

Song Shijie shouted urgently again. The eyes of the people around him began to follow the direction of his finger.

"Assassin, assassin, that photographer, he wants to attack the president"

But the next moment his screams suddenly stopped, he found that the photographer's hand had stretched out from his arms, but what he held in his hand was not the pistol he expected but a round box!

That round box is... a film box!

Could it be that there was a mistake, it was over, everything was over now... His heart suddenly became cold. He found that the photographer's eyes were full of shock and confusion when he looked at him.

At this time, everything around started to move again, and everyone turned their attention to the photographer and his colleagues, while the other photographer was still standing in the distance in a daze.

After the initial shock passed, the photographer seemed to suddenly wake up and looked at Song Shijie with a cold light in his eyes.

However, he did not panic, but opened the round box in his hand. The moment he reopened the round box, a figure rushed towards him.

"Assassin, catch that photographer quickly, he is an assassin!"

When the first shout sounded, Wang Yuecai couldn't hear it clearly at all. Just when he was stunned and didn't know how to react, the next roar like thunder rang in his ears again.

"Assassin, assassin, that photographer, he wants to attack the president"

Someone wants to assassinate the manager!

At this moment, Wang Yuecai felt that his brain was bleeding, and his blood pressure was rushing toward his brain. Someone wanted to assassinate the manager, and someone wanted to destroy China's future. He followed the shouts of others and looked towards the photographer.

When the photographer took out a round box from his backpack and was about to open it, it was definitely not an action of changing film. He rushed over instinctively.

The moment the photographer opened the film box, he only had time to swallow a sip of saliva and he had already rushed over like a tiger out of its cage.

"Get him!"

"Catch that man quickly!"

"Protect Mr. Li quickly!"

At this time, everyone shouted in panic. Along with people's panic shouts, several more black figures rushed out of the crowd. They all rushed towards the photographer. At the same time, among those who came

The officers who greeted him immediately rushed forward after the initial shock. However, they were not as close as Song Shijie and ran faster.

The moment Wang Yuecai knocked the man down, five or six strong men rushed over and pushed the photographer to the ground. Then they tightly grabbed the photographer's legs and feet, and tried their best to hold the photographer down.

The hand holding the film box points into the air.

"Let go quickly..."

The photographer struggled desperately, but under the threat of four or five people, he had completely lost the ability to move. After a struggle, the film box fell from his hand to the ground. After rolling for several meters, the film box unexpectedly fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!