"Happy cooperation." Lao Dian stretched out his hand.

\t"Happy cooperation." Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand.

\tSharpened both hands and smiled at each other. Laodian's palms were covered in sweat, and his eyes flashed with strange light.

\t "No, there is still a war there." The reporter at the reporter's station poked his head out, took out his telescope and looked at it. The reporter closed the window and turned around and said to his companion. When the companion who was packing things heard it, he walked to the bed with the camera and pulled the camera and looked at it.

\t "Like Sholk, he's a lunatic."

\t "Sholk is my idol. I really admire him. How many years have you been here? It's been three years. How many years can you stay here? I really love this industry."

\t "Well, his reports are all classics, and they are all exchanged for their lives. I admire them because of their admiration, but it has made his wife and children suffer, and they are a true role model of war correspondents."

\tWhile the two chatted, they sat on the bed. The conflict outside was not completely over. At this time, most war correspondents would not go to the front line to shoot, and the government forces were reluctant to see war correspondents die here, so as not to cause a sensation.

\tIn fact, even if you go to an interview after the conflict is over, there is a great danger. There are chaos everywhere. The deaths of many war correspondents occur after the conflict is over. After all, this is not a conflict between government forces, but a gang conflict, which is uncontrollable. Those who can come here to interview are all brave people, and those who can interview on the front line are the king of brave people.

\tFor example, Sholk, he was always on the front line and has been here for several years.

\t "Avoid Sholk first, he's here." In the car, Yan Jiucheng took out his notebook from his bag, and all the surveillance images currently controlled appeared, but they were extremely blurry, with some sparkling spots on the west side.

\t Yan Jiucheng pointed to the east and drew a circle: "He should be in this area."

\tThe building in that area is relatively high and close to the war zone. If nothing unexpected happens, Sholk should be shooting the battlefield here. If he is a spy, he should also monitor everything here, and the signal is the best there.

\t "Do you doubt Sholk?" Lao Qi asked a little surprised.

\t Yan Jiucheng frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple: "Is he a little suspicious, don't you think it's too strange for him to interview this place for three or four years?"

\t "I also find it strange. Before you come, I asked. The reporter usually leaves for one month after interviewing. Except for Sholk, the most is only half a year." Lao Dan nodded, and the car stopped beside the fork. After looking around, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed through the fork.

\tWar zone, be careful.

\t "However, after I searched his room, I felt that he was indeed interviewing many years, with many photos." Lao Dian said this and subconsciously shook his head: "No, we said during our training that sometimes a person does one thing in his life just to wait for a person and a project. Once the project is started, his pawn will be started."

\t Gu Miqing said that there are such chess pieces everywhere around the world, and I don’t know how many of them are in China. This person may be a teacher, a worker, a programmer who holds a laptop and squeezes into the subway, or an aunt selling buns on the roadside.

\t Then, it may also be a war correspondent.

\tWhat's more, Sholk's national flag is the red, white and blue three-color flag.

\t "Run over here and let Sholk see us and think we are going to interview." Yan Jiucheng drew a line on the map. The street was on the edge of the conflict, which was very dangerous.

\tThe edge area of ​​the conflict is the favorite place for frontline reporters. There is relatively little bullets here. If you are lucky, you can take pictures of both sides in the war on the same screen: This is not uncommon, and at most, the battle on the war is taken at most.

\tNo need for Yan Jiucheng to say more, I understand that Yan Jiucheng is a war correspondent. This scene is not only for Sholk to show, but also to dispel other people's ideas and let the people here know that he is a war correspondent.

\tIf there is a photo that shocked the world, maybe the Three Kingdoms governments have to invite Yan Jiucheng into the villa area in order to face the uproar of public opinion: because there is a press conference room in the villa area, and all the answers to reporters in the war zone were completed in the villa area.

\tThis is also one of Yan Jiucheng's tasks.

\tBut, I have to lift my head and walk around the gates of hell.

\tThe gunshots are getting closer and closer. Only when you really get close to the battlefield can you know the deterrent force. Even if it is just a conflict between black organizations, it is enough to make people frightened. This is not a war with guns in the game, it is a real battlefield.

\tWhen people are in the car, they can even feel the vibration after the explosion, and the eardrum will be filled with pain, and the brain begins to enter uncontrollable excitement and tension.

\t "Are you afraid?" Yan Jiucheng turned his head and saw that Lao Yu's face was flushed, red to the root of his ears. He grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and instinctively touched the pocket of his chest with the other hand.

\tHe wants to smoke.

\tEven if Gu Miqing used electric shock to correct his cigarette butts shaking from time to time, he was not a machine, and it was difficult to avoid habitual movements when his spirit was extremely tense, such as Yan Jiuzheng's shaking his head.

\t "Are you afraid?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

\t "Scared?!" Lao Dai laughed, and a tiny of sweat slid down from his temples. Maybe it was because of smoking. Lao Dai laughed, his teeth were slightly yellow, maybe it was because of his thirties. When he smiled, there were also some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Compared to the young and fresh meat with red lips, white teeth and delicate skin, he was just a rough man.

\tThe rough man laughed, and a passion burst out in his eyes. The hormones all over his body surged out like a surging tide. He shook his body, and the muscles on his face moved with the gums, and snorted: "I'm not afraid, I'm excited! Today, although I'm going to open the door and pick the lock, I'm not a thief, no longer a thief!"

\tThe old man said this and his voice suddenly became a little terrified.

\tHe took a deep breath to make his emotions less excited, staring at the fork in front of the vehicle.

\t "I am a hero today! A person like me can become a hero one day!" Lao Diao laughed again. For Lao Diao, he wished he could rush into the village to tell his old mother that your son is no longer a thief, you don't have to raise your head, your son has fought for the country!

\tBut after he was engaged in this industry, he knew he could not say it.

\tIn the village, he is still a thief.

\tBut so what? He is not a thief, he is a hero. God knows this, the people in the team know, and the most important thing is that Lao Dian knows it himself!

\tDoes there be no heroic dream at the bottom like Lao Dian? Some, but I just don’t dare to think about it.

\tHeroes are not considered heroes, can they be heroes?

\t"Enter the war zone, a while..." Before Yan Jiucheng finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and the sound was like an explosion in his ears. In an instant, the rear window of the car broke suddenly. Instinctively, Yan Jiucheng and Lao Dian covered their heads and stopped the vehicle.

\tYan Jiucheng knew that some people had landed not far behind the vehicle.

\tBuzzing...

\tThe ears began to tinnitus, and in the chaos, he looked up to meet Lao Dian's gaze. Lao Dian grinned, then lifted the black bag beside him, opened the dark box under the seat of the car, put all the counter-espionage equipment in the car into the bag, and then took out the gun and nodded at Yan Jiucheng.

\tBuzzing...

\tThe tinnitus in the ears still did not disappear, and I felt the extreme discomfort of the eardrum. Yan Jiuzheng also grinned, lifted the camera in the back seat, put the notebook in his backpack and carried it on his back.

\tDadadadada...

\tThere were dense gunfire and the roar of vehicles coming from behind.

\t "Cover me to take photos! After taking pictures, the entrance to C District will come in for an interview!" Yan Jiucheng shouted loudly. The noise around him made his voice difficult to hear, and tinnitus aggravated the feeling. Lao Dian put his ears close to his mouth and then heard clearly.

\t "I'm not afraid! Don't be afraid either!" Lao Dai shouted, then held the steering wheel again and drove forward.

\tc area entrance is less than fifty meters in front, so it is better to drive nearby.

\tDadadadadadada...

\tThe gunshots of the car and the sounds of other vehicles followed closely, and Yan Jiucheng and Lao Dian officially entered the battle point. Although it was a marginal war zone, this was also the place with the highest death rate of journalists.

\tGood photos of the war were exchanged for the blood of the war correspondent.

\t "I'll cover you!" Lao Dian shouted, and then the two of them gestured at the same time and rolled out the car at the same time. \tTheir car moved with the black organization's car, and it was easy for both parties to consider each other's people, so they opened fire, and the rolling movements could avoid being aimed.

As soon as he got off the car, Yan Jiucheng instantly felt the bullet explode around him.

The first time, he realized that when the bullets were shooting around, there would be wind, and the fine wind seemed to...

Yan Jiucheng had a smile in his eyes.

Yes, the thin wind is as if a woman's hand is blowing by her body, and it feels very pleasant.

The hero Lao Dian rushed to the low wall at the first time, raised the national flag in his hand, signaling that it was a reporter on both sides. At the moment when the national flag was raised, someone called him.

During the chaos of the black organization, many people swept around with their eyes closed. When they saw the red flag rising, they might realize that they were reporters, but their body's instinct was to shoot.

This is the real battlefield. People on the battlefield are not all sharpshooters, but more of them are shooting blindly. This is also the reason why battlefield reporters are often shot by bullets when shooting on the edge of the battlefield.

Lao Zai lay down under the low wall, and there was a stick next to it. He quickly poked the national flag with the stick and continued to dance.

The bullet hit the wall, and Lao Dian could even feel the wall was cracking.

But he was not afraid. He was excited, happy, and more proud. This pride made him cry. At this time, a man from a black organization rushed over with a gun covered in his head and head. After seeing the old dang squatting on the low wall, he instantly raised the gun in his hand.

Bang!

Lao Dian took the lead in shooting without hesitation, and he was lucky to kill him with one shot.

The hero Lao Dian gritted his teeth hard and glanced at Yan Jiucheng. During this time, Yan Jiucheng quickly took out the camera from his camera bag, and didn't even take out the gun. He was already shooting while squatting in front of the bullet.

Several bullets hit him.

He didn't move at all.

The hero is old and not afraid of life and death, while Yan Jiucheng, who has a heroic gene, is calm and calm, with a strange smile on his face as if he is playing a gunfight in a game.

Seeing this made Lao Yu tremble in his heart.

He had seen this expression. When fighting a lion in the wild, Yan Jiucheng showed this expression. Compared to the excitement of the hero old man, Yan Jiucheng seemed more calm.

No, this expression is more calm than when fighting lions in the wild.

Yan Jiucheng, who has gone through several trainings, has grown up.

Yan Jiucheng withdrew the camera and made a gesture to Lao Diao. This gesture made Lao Diao nervous in an instant. He looked around and then made a gesture to respond.

He rushed to the low wall in front and took a photo. This was Yan Jiucheng's gesture and his command.

The angle of the photos taken here is not good enough, go a little further and go a little further.

In front, dense bullets and artillery fire can kill people at any time.

boom!

A man was blown away.

One hand flew over, falling black and fell between Lao Dian and Yan Jiuzheng.

The words I saw on the wall of Shork's room appeared in front of Lao Dian: If your photos are not taken well enough, it is because the artillery fire is not close enough - Hungary, Robert, Lupa.
Chapter completed!