Yan Jiucheng turned his head and saw the old man lowering his head, his gums were tightly clenching his muscles. He endured the pain. The arm holding the hand that had the national flag stick was obviously bounced and blood gushed out.

\tThe scream just now was the sound that Lao Dian instinctively made when he was shot. But after that, Lao Dian never made any pain. Even though his face was red and purple at this time, his hands were shaking with the stick holding the national flag, he did not make any pain, even if it was a gentle *.

\t "I'm fine! I'm shooting you! I'll withdraw after the filming!" Lao Zai roared, then shook the flag vigorously, reminding both sides of the warring parties that there were reporters here, which was the only way to protect Yan Jiuzheng.

\t Yan Jiucheng looked at Lao Dian, then turned around and raised the camera.

\t Raise the camera again, leaving Yan Jiuzheng with less time, and the warring parties have rushed over.

\tAfter experiencing the first two failures, Yan Jiucheng chose to be stable this time. He has realized his shooting ability. In ordinary times, he may be able to capture good photos, but on the battlefield, he lacks experience and the picture is uncontrollable, and everything is too unpredictable.

\tThis time, Yan Jiucheng only pointed the camera at a retreating member of the black organization. He no longer pursued the sunset or not. Are both sides in the picture, and took a clear shot of the black organization member of the retreating black organization without having to grab any expression on his face. He just took a deep breath and then pressed the continuous shooting shutter.

\tKaKaKaKaKa.

\t Under the camera, the black organization member who was preparing to retreat was in a mess and looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although his face was covered with blood, he looked like he was still a teenager. He ran towards Yan Jiucheng and shot backwards.

\tJust just when Yan Jiuzheng was about to put down the camera and use it for hand, the boy fell to the ground.

\tThis scene was taken by automatic continuous shooting. Yan Jiucheng didn't know whether the boy was photographed clearly when he fell to the ground. After all, his heart was shocked as the boy fell to the ground, and it might be confused. But after the boy fell to the ground, Yan Jiucheng's image taken by automatic continuous shooting should be quite high-definition, and a boy was still.

\t fell quietly to the ground, not knowing where he was hit, and he was bleeding all over his mouth, and then he did not move.

\tThe photo was taken, and the boy's life was gone. Although it was not because of Yan Jiucheng's photo taken, Yan Jiucheng was so upset that he was worried. At this moment, he remembered the woman in the crowded civilian area and looked at Yan Jiucheng coldly and replied to his daughter's words: These reporters can't save us.

\tReminds of the scene where Gesan was facing Shork still stone.

\tThese disasters did not arise because of journalists, but can journalists change these disasters?

\tAs expected, at the beginning of the war, the people were full of hope for the arrival of war correspondents. They would rush to the reporters to tell all the injustice, and longed for someone in the world to save them.

\tBut in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

\tThere are so many journalists coming and going, and so many journalists die for the sake of war shooting, but there is not much change here. War is still war, and death is still death.

\t "You are just coming here to squeeze the story and then leaving." At this time, this sentence is the consensus of the people on the reporters, who have long had no hope for the war correspondents.

\t Yan Jiucheng looked at the motionless boy on the ground. He knew that the camera in his hand recorded the last few seconds of his life, who was only a few years younger than him. Before that, he did not know him.

\tIt’s a pity that I know you in this way and record you. Although Yan Jiucheng was filled with emotion, he could only hold the camera in his arms and turn around.

\t"Let's go!" Lao Diao rushed over and patted Yan Jiucheng on the back. Before he left, the war was around. The two of them quickly retreated amid the crackling sound of gunfire around them, turned into a nearby building, and then quickly walked into the underground passage.

\tIn the distance, a camera was extended to Yan Jiucheng in a dilapidated building, and his hands quickly adjusted the focal length. He only heard a few clicks and took a few photos.

\tIn the photo, Lao Dian covered his injured hand, his face full of pain. Yan Jiucheng was holding up his camera and taking pictures, and the tragic battle between the two sides was also included. The focus of the shooting was on Lao Dian and Yan Jiucheng.

\tThis is a good photo, a good photo on the battlefield. The battlefield reporters being photographed have a good idea.

\t"Sholk." A woman walked in, holding a glass of water in her hand and asked, "Have you taken it?"

\t"Okay." Sholk looked at the lens, saw Yan Jiucheng and Lao Dai leave, and took off the camera and started to put away the tripod.

\t "Several children died." The woman picked up the telescope and looked at it, sighed, and handed the water to Sholk: "I don't know when it will end."

\t "Give it to you." Sholk took out the currency from his pocket and handed it to the woman: "Your location is good, you don't have to go out and make money. You can live by collecting tolls. It's great."

\tThe woman took the money and smiled on her face, then sighed and said, "Now the reporters come here to interview less and less, and the income is also less. But you have been here for the past few years and have spent a lot of money on me."

\tAs she said, she turned her back, stuffed the currency into her underwear, glanced at Sholk, and walked out.

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\t"Left!" Yan Jiucheng shouted.

\tWhen they went down into the chaotic passage, the two found that there were not many people here, and it should be because of the war, and the people hid in other passages.

\t Lao Dian ran to the left, and his injured arm was bleeding.

\t"Go to the right!" Yan Jiucheng shouted again, following behind Lao Dian.

\tAlthough Lao Dian has been to this area for investigation and cooperated with Xuan Lin's surveillance invasion here, to be precise, he came here twice. However, compared to the first time he came here, Yan Jiuzheng was obviously more familiar with the route than Lao Dian.

\tThe huge underground passage is like a complex maze, which is convenient for Yan Jiucheng to remember, and its current location is in the area of ​​the face's chin.

\t "If you bear it, there should be a corner in front of you, it should be safe." Yan Jiucheng glanced at Lao Dian: "Put the gun away, there should be civilians in front of you."

\tAfter running for a while, a turn appeared in front of me. There were several low walls on the right hand of the turn, forming a mouth-shaped shape. The two of them jumped into the low wall with mouth-shaped shape.

\t Yan Jiuzhen pulled out his knife to cut the clothes outside the old hanging arm, and saw the flesh on his right arm exploded, as if he was pulled by a fiery red knife, and the flesh cracked to both sides, blood flowing so hard that the clothes were soaked.

\t "How are your hands? Have you hurt your bones?" Yan Jiuzhen took off his shoes and hid some regular medicines inside.

\t"It's not a problem, it's just flesh." Lao Han took the knife and pulled a piece of cloth from his clothes: "Spray the medicine."

\t Yan Jiuzheng sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, then took the cloth and wanted to tamp it with it, but the flesh on both sides cracked too much and didn't know how to start for a while.

\t Lao Dian took the knife and pressed the flesh that was turned open with the back of the knife. This was bloody flesh, which made Yan Jiuzheng, who was watching the other side, tremble in pain. Lao Dian's body shivered violently. Although the severe pain made his face pale, he did not make any painful sounds.

Yan Jiucheng quickly tied it to his arm with cloth.

"It will hurt a little, you can bear it." Yan Jiucheng glanced at Lao Diao. Lao Diao nodded, threw the knife to the ground, stretched out his hand to the wound below the cloth, and pulled the irregular flesh a little bit by bit.

Yan Jiucheng tied it hard.

Lao Dian still made no sound, but the sweat dripped down from the size of beans.

"You go back first." Seeing this, Yan Jiuzheng opened the bag, took out the notebook and opened it, and quickly pointed a line on the map: "It should be safer to walk from here."

"The mission has not been completed, I'm back, who will cover you? Besides, these people are in several areas, and they have to unlock the lock in the middle. If I don't go, you can't handle it." Lao Dian lowered his hand. Although he only hurt his flesh, he had a big wound after all, and his whole arm was numb, and he would be disobedient for a while.

"No, you're hurt..."

"I am a man, not a woman, this is nothing wrong!" Lao Dian spat on the ground and took a few deep breaths: "Let me slow down, it's okay. How about your photo?"

Yan Jiucheng looked at the camera and there were several good ones inside, which made Lao Dan breathe a sigh of relief.

"Is this a scene so difficult to take? There are so many photos in Sholk's room. If he is a spy, he will be too miserable. He lurks in such a place and eats guns every day." Lao Dian tried to twist his arms, and it was probably very painful. His mouth was so painful that it was purple, but there was no slightest bit.

He is really a tough guy.

"Don't worry about him for now, can you bear it?" Yan Jiucheng looked at Lao Dian. Lao Dian was right. These eight people have dispersed now, and there are many places in the middle that need to open the door and pick the lock. Without Lao Dian, Yan Jiucheng will be difficult to deal with it alone.

"If you send me back this injury, you are insulting me, of course you can withstand it." Lao Diao immediately turned half-squat, took a deep breath, and shook his arms: "Sustain it for another five or six minutes, and the effect of the medicine will be fine."

"Xuan Lin, who is the closest to us? Mark it out." Yan Jiucheng whispered to his watch.

A small dot on the map flashed quickly, and then the surveillance of the man appeared on the screen: this is a person who is not too tall, but is quite strong, a little like an Indonesian person, who seems to be holding something important and covers his chest pocket from time to time.

"Is it a business card?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

"It's not your business card, it should be something like an address or phone number. It was the ones who passed it to this man after analyzing your business card." A line of text appeared on the screen, and Xuan Lin's answer was very fast.

I saw the man walked into a building in Dongcheng District. The building was quite new, far from the war zone and very close to the villa group.

"The other two people also walked towards this side." As soon as the news from Xuan Lin came out, Yan Jiuzhen cut back to the surveillance screen and saw two tall and strong white people walking towards the building. Although they were far away from the building, according to the route, it is very likely that the destination was in the same area.

It seems that they are about to start analyzing Yan Jiucheng's business card.

"I don't know how many people are in this building." Lao Dian frowned.

"No matter how many people, they have to be killed quietly. Since they are spies, they will ensure that our latest weapons are not analyzed before rescuing scientists. To ensure things, it is best not to use spy weapons." Yan Jiucheng touched the pen in his pocket and looked at Lao Dian.

"Let's go, do it!" Lao Dian stood up and looked at Yan Jiucheng with some concern: "You are exposed, I'm afraid it's not easy to act."

"I'll be able to act better if I'm exposed." Yan Jiucheng picked up the knife, wiped the blood from it with his hands, and smiled coldly: "These people have absolutely problems, so they can't keep a living mouth, and they can be as fast as possible, silently.

If you can gather near the villa group, I believe this team has something to do with the Black Science inside. Maybe there are any powerful experiments that can judge the tricks on the business card.

We must erase everything before they determine Yan Jiuzheng's identity.

Time is the most important thing.

A footstep came quickly, Yan Jiucheng's face turned cold and he looked towards the end of the passage.

"Where are you going to shoot?" A man's voice came from the distance of the passage, and his footsteps accelerated, and he ran towards Yan Jiucheng: "I'll take you there!"

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