Volume 6: One life and two fortunes

\tA person can endure any kind of life if he knows why he lives

\t—Nice

\tChapter 197 Devils

\t "Why are so many people coming?" Lao Dian whispered.

\t "He reported it out, and probably several forces behind him have set their sights on the scientific research results, so it has fermented very well." Xuan Lin stretched out his hand and held the mirror frame.

\t "It's all in English, what do I think?"

\t "It's okay, you just understand that now our country's national TV stations are reporting Yan Jiuzheng's news in a row, and you will know how powerful the international fermentation is now."

\tThe old dang's eyes were about to pop out: "So quickly... the whole world... "

\t "Our national TV station has broadcasted it several times, and it is also broadcast in other countries. The most popular international news is the ones published by Yan Jiucheng."

\tThe media is the only one who can blow the global winds in a very short time. In the war zone, you can't feel how hot the news outside is, but you can feel it from the eyes of these new reporters.

\tWhen Yan Jiucheng walked down, everyone's eyes were on him, and the noisy hall just now became quiet.

\t"Yan Cheng reporter is coming down."

\t "Popular reporter, go and have a drink with him."

\t "Hello, reporter Yan!"

\t Several people walked towards Yan Jiucheng, and each of them took a small bottle of beer. Although it was a small party, after all, in the war zone, there were not many bottles of other wine, but beer was always served.

\t "Why are there so many yellow people?" Lao Dian swept around and found that among the dozen reporters who came, there were actually five yellow people's faces. As soon as he said this, he immediately understood.

\tPerhaps, this is the second echelon sent by the old man, that is, the dark son.

\tScientists are yellow people. Naturally, the group of people holding scientists will pay special attention to reporters with yellow skin. If only Yan Jiuzheng is the yellow skin, the firepower will not be enough.

\tCome a few more to disperse the firepower, there must be a secret inside.

\tOf course, there must be spies.

\t "Hello, I have worked hard all the way, I came for tomorrow's press conference, right?" Yan Jiucheng greeted him, picked up the beer and laughed at the few people, but his ears stood up and listened carefully to the movement outside.

\t "Yes, your news has caused such a big stir, these three governments have to explain to the world."

\t "The scene before Sholk died is really... you shot it so well."

\t An urgent press conference will be held tomorrow. This is the news that Yan Jiuzheng got four hours ago. It is not surprising to get the news. It is also one of the tasks he has to complete: create a big news and force the war zone to hold a press conference to explain.

\tThe address of the press conference is in the villa area, which is also the most effective way to get in touch with scientists.

\t However, although Shork's death is shocking, it is impossible for the Eastern power to spread the news around the world as an explosion, and there must be other organizations or countries behind this.

\tWho is it? I want to have such a press conference to enter the villa area?

\tEither it is an assassination organization or a black organization that is eager to obtain research results. No matter which one is, it is extremely dangerous, and these people are hiding in this room and there are people in three cars outside the door.

\tThe murderous intention is among these people.

\tThe car outside the door stopped, and when it sounded, it stopped in the yard.

\t "The reporter is here again, it's been lively these two days."

\t "The news about reporter Yan is so sensational, so there must be a lot of footage from dozens of countries here, and it is lively."

\tThe reporters in the room looked at the door.

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"Apart from our car, the two cars behind are real journalists. They don't know your identities, so you have to use their identities to cover yourself up. Okay, get off one by one, after you get off the car behind, you can only take your eyes off after you listen to my command."

A somewhat old voice sounded, and a pair of hands with gray gloves hit the steering wheel. Wearing sunglasses, the man pressed the sunglasses slightly downwards, looked at the room, then stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips and emphasized again: "You can only remove your eyes when you hear the instructions."

Eyeball removal is a jargon, which means you can take off the eyeball screen iii mask.

There were four people in the car, and each of them could not see any strangeness in the night, but if you looked carefully in the strong light, you would find that there seemed to be a layer of film on their eyes, and that layer of film was the eyeball screen iii i shield.

The principle is very simple: a small film blocks the view, making you unable to see the outside.

The four people in the car are all top spies. Although they are teammates, the most taboo thing for spies is to expose their identities. In order to ensure the absolute safety of their actions, the four people do not know what they look like. If they use a headband, they will naturally not be able to see the outside, but it is not conducive to the concealment of their actions. Therefore, eyeballs are essential items.

The four of them just nodded and didn't say anything.

The sound is also a person's memory point, so none of the four people spoke during the whole process.

"This is the International Press Station, it's not big."

"Yes, it's in a mess, but you can live in the villa area tomorrow."

"How did you arrange for me to come to this broken place? It's really... "

When the two cars came in the back, they started talking and talking. Although the identity of a war correspondent is sacred, not all the reporters who come to the battlefield interview are particularly eager to come. Many of them are work tasks and have to come.

Just like the dozen people here, all kinds of skin colors and nationalities, there were all kinds of nationalities. After Yan Jiuzheng broke this big news, major media from all over the world sent their own reporters to the war zone to get first-hand reports.

"Yes, I will check in the villa area tomorrow. I will be here tonight." The driver walked down and smiled and helped get his luggage very politely.

These are reporters who have just come down from a nearby airport. Due to the large number of people, the three governments attach great importance to it and are afraid of ambushing in the middle, so they are officially escorted throughout the journey.

Outside the door, there were nearly one hundred soldiers with real guns and ammunition.

"Go down." The old man who was driving the voice was low, and his hand with gray gloves waved: "Look at the yellow people, and the Nighthawks, start at the right time, and directly..."

With a wave of his hand, he made a gesture of waving his knife.

Then, his hands were tilted, suggesting that they go down.

The four people in the car pushed open the door and walked down, their eyes still wearing eyeballs, and the eyes were pitch black, which was impossible for normal people to walk at all, but these spies obviously had undergone extremely high-end training, and they could easily pinch the little trick of listening to sounds and distinguishing the way.

Everyone's face was not panicked, and they pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

As soon as they got off the car, two of them moved their ears and listened to the sound to determine the direction, while the other few of them did not move. The more consistent movement of the four people was to lick their fingers in their mouths, and then lower their hands to the edge of their legs.

Wet fingers are more likely to feel the direction of the wind. It is not enough to just listen, but also to judge by the wind, which is more accurate.

Several people walked quickly towards the crowd, and one of them even reached out to help a female reporter carry the box, as if they could see clearly and their hands were quick.

"Pick." The old man whispered in the car.

The four of them quickly merged into the crowd, reached out and rubbed their eyes, and their eyes were removed.

The vehicle started, and the three cars slowly drove out of the yard gate. The yard gate was closed, and the guards outside were guarding to prevent bullets from coming in. However, the most dangerous thing was not the bullets visible from outside.

But there are a group of spies, agents and killers hidden in this international journalist station.

Once this group of demons is in trouble, it will be the time to see blood.
Chapter completed!