Dong Ming's move was the most obvious goal: he was fishing.

\tHis identity is exposed, so whoever sees that he has installed a wiretaper will attack him, and whoever attacks him will also be exposed.

\tThe mantis stalks the cicada, and the sparrow is behind.

\tDong's fate is a cicada, a cicada that falls into the trap.

\tIf you have the intention to kill scientists or be greedy for research results, you are a mantis.

\tThe mantis will pounce on the cicada, and this scene will be lurking behind the sparrow and will be in the eyes.

\tYan Jiu became a sparrow and reaped profits.

\tBut this profit is too cruel and requires the price of life, which is beyond Yan Jiuzheng's expectations. It does not mean that the price of life is unexpected and that someone will sacrifice it. It is normal.

\tAfter all, Easterners have different ideas on the battlefield than Westerners, and they think it is normal to die on the battlefield.

\tThe ability to die on the battlefield is a kind of glory in the culture of Oriental people.

\tYan Jiuzheng didn't expect that the price of life would come so early?

\tDong Ming installed a wiretap machine on Lao Dian's body. This action protected Lao Dian, at least it made others think that Lao Dian was not a member of the counter-espionage and was not in the same group as him.

\tProtecting Lao Dian is equivalent to covering up the identity of Yan Jiucheng and his group to the greatest extent possible.

\t "Why did you take your life to fish as soon as you come up?" Yan Jiucheng thought to himself, and did not look directly at Dong Ming, but glanced at him from the bottom of his eyes.

\tI saw this middle-aged man wearing a fat and full of lust, talking to several beautiful female reporters with his fortune-telling gimmick. He was very terrified and made people tremble.

\t "Oh, go and prepare information? What information should I prepare?" Dong Ming held the hand of one of the quite open female reporters, and his saliva was almost flowing down. He looked greasy and obscene.

\t "Today I will hold a press conference, I have to prepare some materials." The female reporter smiled and stretched. She was busy all day long. She still had to prepare tomorrow's information. She was quite tiring.

\t Dong Ming shook his head, and the flesh on his face shaking: "You can write it casually, this is a mess, are you planning to go to the city to shoot?"

\t "If you don't go to shoot, there is no material." When it comes to going to the city to shoot, the female reporter showed a look of fear on her face. These days, there are not a few journalists who have passed away here.

\tShork's bones were not cold, and the fear of death lingers in the hearts of every reporter and will not dissipate for a long time.

\t "That's right, I don't know if there will be a riot in the dark organization tomorrow, so don't be angry."

\tAlthough war correspondents make people feel that heroes are all human beings and everyone is afraid of death. Besides, 80% of the large number of war correspondents who came to Wuyangyang today did not come from their own wishes, and really wanted to come to the battlefield for shooting, but for tasks sent by magazines or newspapers.

\tWhen the war correspondents come to the battlefield, it does not mean that they will really rush to the first scene where bullets fly like Sholk with their cameras. There are still a few heroes in this world.

\tMore, it's just for making a living.

\t "Dong Ming, you have come to the war zone so many times, can you just write it casually?"

\t "Yes, you always get wet when you walk by the river, but you're not hurt."

\t A few people came to seek the scriptures. The war correspondents made a living by their lives. This is not a good bowl of rice. For many war correspondents who do not have the pride of Shork, how to save their lives is the most important thing.

\t "Is that right?" Dong Ming stood up and patted his thick belly, looking at it for granted: "Just give me 30,000 a month, can I still fight for this little money?! Do you think I am like that fool of Shork?"

\tAt this point, his voice choked.

\tI still feel sad when I scolded people in my mouth. After all, among these people, Dong Ming is the one who has contacted Shork the most. Dong Ming is sent to the war zone to write articles from time to time, and Shork stays in the war zone for a long time.

\tOne is an old fried dough reporter who came here to do some news reporting, and the other is a hero reporter who took his life to shoot the first scene. The two have different attitudes towards the news, but it does not affect their previous friendship.

\tAfter all, it would be nice to be alive in this war zone.

\tLiving is also living.

\t "It's easy to write. I've attended such a press conference less than five times. Tomorrow, we'll live in the villa area, play cards, drink and drink, take some photos and write a manuscript." Speaking of this, Dong Ming slapped his thigh: "By the way, my leader also asked me to take a photo of the place where Sholk died. It's a bit dangerous."

\tAs he said, Dong Ming paced back and forth with a depressed look on his face.

"That piece is fine, Wish Street, the street with the least chance of conflict."

"I plan to go to the war zone tomorrow to take a photo. I finally came here. I have to shoot the facts to the public!" A young reporter was ready to take a look at Dong Ming with disdain.

"When the time comes, I think this reporter Dong is a coward."

"I finally got the quota for war correspondents. I have to take a good shot and let's go together."

A few young reporters gathered together, and those who were ambitious in return all looked at Dong Ming's generous back. For young people, many of them still had the desire to be a war correspondent, and they were eager to charge. They were still very disdainful of Dong Ming's behavior of using articles.

Dong Ming seemed to be familiar with this kind of vision. Although he turned his head and saw the disdainful gaze of others, he smiled disapprovingly, continuing to drink, eat, tease the female reporter and tease the female reporter.

Shaking his head, fat head and big ears.

Xuan Lin took advantage of the crowd's drinking and communication, secretly went upstairs, pretending to urinate, quickly contacted Dong Ming's identity and why he revealed himself so quickly. Soon, the organization sent a message.

It turned out that when Dong Ming was in the car, a killer in the car discovered the clues and had been exposed. He died suddenly and vertically, so now he can only reveal himself and can still gain something for his actions.

The person who has exposed his identity will become a dead son.

When Dong Ming was chatting and laughing with people in the car, he knew that he was about to face death. He was so unlucky that a hole in his pocket actually broke and a small weapon slipped out. This scene, in just one or two seconds, actually made a killer see it in his eyes.

Dong Ming's after seeing the killer's eyes, he knew that he had been exposed.

If other secretaries cooperate to kill the killer, it is not impossible, but this is too loud and the risk is too high, and it may expose other adults, which is not possible.

If you have been exposed and have not concealed the possibility of the past, then the best way is to pretend that you don’t know that you have been exposed and confuse the other party. How to confuse the other party is the most appropriate?

die.

Using his own death to fish is the greatest contribution he can make at present.

If a dead son becomes a seducer, it will not be considered in vain.

After realizing this, Dong Ming made up his mind and made this decision without any hesitation. He touched his stomach in the car, and while talking dirty jokes to the female reporter in the car, he silently bid farewell to the world.

A few minutes later, Xuan Lin picked up the wine glass and walked to Yan Jiucheng's side, and reported softly.

"The secret piece turns into a dead chess, and the dead chess becomes a lure piece." In just ten words, Dong Ming summarizes the life to death.

Yan Jiucheng didn't say anything, but just raised the wine glass and drooped, and he understood.

Dong Ming looked at the group of high-spirited reporters with his eyes squinted, then sat down and raised his voice: "Diet is not a good thing. How much money is spent, I will not take risks anyway, I don't want to die."

While talking, he didn't want to die, he drank and released several eavesdropping machines in just a few minutes.

All this made Yan Jiucheng see and the baseball cap see. If there were other killer agents, they would also see it.

Dong Ming, who was exposed himself, will not live long.

Dong Ming walked towards Yan Jiucheng. He staggered, holding a wine glass, wandering and looking careless. Behind him, some reporters cast contemptuous eyes.

Such war correspondents cannot be respected by their peers.

"Forget it, I can go and pat myself tomorrow." Dong Ming shouted as he walked.

The killers will not deal with him at the international press station or villa area, which will cause panic and commotion. The best way to kill is to be hit by bullets in the war zone, and others will not think of assassination.

Dong Ming chose the place of death for himself: the one who photographed Shork's death site would definitely be assassinated.

This location told the killers and Yan Jiucheng.

"Come on, let's have a drink." Dong Ming raised his glass to Yan Jiucheng: "It's from the Eastern Kingdom, maybe it's okay. We are fellow villagers. We haven't been back for a long time. We are so homesick."

After he was exposed, he contacted the organization as soon as possible and reported his decision: to use his life to fish. The organization then told him that Yan Jiucheng was the person he wanted to protect: to protect reporters surnamed Yan.

Now, he wants to have a drink with the reporter named Yan in front of him.

Have your last drink.

He no longer spoke English, but in Mandarin.

"Kelly, I'll drink with you later." While walking towards Yan Jiucheng, Dong Ming smiled ambiguously with the female reporter who was dizzy. This woman came to the war zone twice and was also a guy who was free to write articles.

"Okay." Kelly also smiled ambiguously.

I heard that Dong Ming and this Kelly are battlefield cannons, and the two guys who are mixed up the manuscript have already hooked up when they came to interview the previous time.

No one knows that behind such a greasy man is a hero who is about to die.

No one else will know except the organization and the country.

No one will come to lay the foundation for him.

This is the norm for counter-espionage personnel: I give everything to my motherland, but the people in my motherland don’t know me, and only the country knows.

"You haven't been back in years?" Yan Jiucheng started chatting with him naturally.

"Eleventh year." Dong Ming took a sip of wine and smiled faintly: "When I came out, I was still a handsome guy with only 120 pounds, and now I have become a fat man. I heard that the Eastern Power is well built now."

Speaking of this, a trace of complex emotions flashed in Dong Ming's eyes.

His thoughts of home and country made his hands tremble. He quickly raised his glass and took a big sip.

“Well, it’s well built.”

"I heard that mobile payment is great, high-speed rail is great." Dong Ming touched the bottle, but did not look at Yan Jiucheng, but took another big sip: "When I came out, the great power of the East was still poor."

"Well, it's very developed. Sometimes you can go back and take a look." Yan Jiucheng felt sad in his heart when he said this. He quickly stopped talking, but clinked with Dong Ming.

He can't live back.

"Well, I'll go back next year to take a look." Dong Ming laughed and patted Yan Jiucheng on the shoulder: "Play cards together tomorrow."

When you meet people from your motherland, it is normal to chat, but it is not appropriate to chat too much. Just take a few sips.

"Well, play cards tomorrow." Yan Jiucheng felt a lot of grip in his heart. He controlled his emotions and looked at Dong Ming deeply, but he just turned his head and saw only the side that was passing by.

This man hasn't lived long.

"I like poetry very much." Dong Ming turned around, smiled, and whispered with Yan Jiucheng: "Especially the sentence: A cup of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, Yan Ran has no choice but to return."

As he said that, he raised his glass and repeated again: "Home is thousands of miles away, and there is no way to go."
Chapter completed!