Chapter 380 Porter Zhao Yan

"Hi!" Zhao Yan took the initiative to say hello.

However, he was dressed like a pretty man last night, and none of the three white female reporters looked down upon, let alone he dressed like a restaurant today.

"We'll set off soon, we'll go to King Kongsa for an interview too!" The three white female reporters ignored Zhao Yan and said to each other.

Zhao Yan walked over and said, "Three beautiful ladies, this road is not safe. Take me with you and you will have a free bodyguard."

"No need. We have got three positions that we asked for help. We can't help you, sorry!" A white female reporter ruthlessly rejected Zhao Yan.

But another white female reporter whispered, "It's okay to bring him with you. Just ask him to help us move the equipment, so he said he was a porter. Tell Henry."

Zhao Yan saw that the three white female reporters did carry a lot of equipment. He hurriedly stepped forward to carry the camera rack and suitcase and said, "I can do it, I'm very strong! From now on, you have a free porter."

"I didn't expect that your strength is really not good, so I'll talk to Henry later." The arrogant female reporter saw that Zhao Yan's strength was OK, so she decided to bring Zhao Yan with her.

"Remember your porter identity." The white female reporter reminded arrogantly again.

"Don't worry, I can." Zhao Yan smiled slightly and carried the equipment onto a bus.

This is an old bus that looks quite old, but it would be nice to find such a bus in a place like Nanladan.

In a short while, the car was full, some were journalists and some were officials of the United Nations Refugee Agency.

Most of these people are white, and there are also a few black people, and the only one with yellow skinned Asians is Zhao Yan.

As soon as Zhao Yan sat down next to the arrogant female reporter, a white man with a beard came over and frowned and asked, "Asian? What are you doing when you get in the car?"

The arrogant female reporter quickly smiled and said, "Henry, he is our porter, we have more camera equipment, so"

"Oh." This beard is so full of words.

The arrogant female reporter seemed to have a different relationship with this horoscope, Hu Henry, and said bluntly to Zhao Yan, "Pillower, sit behind and let Henry sit here."

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, stood up and gave up his seat to the beard.

In fact, it was better to sit in the back row. Zhao Yan happened to sit at the window. Soon, a black man with a gray beard was sitting next to Zhao Yan. He looked kind-hearted and wore inferior jeans, and he looked a bit like a porter.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Yan."

"Everyone calls me Uncle Sam."

Zhao Yan shook hands with Uncle Sam, but no one said anything and was waiting to drive.

From here to the capital of Khajangsa, it was a long journey, with two cars guarding the bus.

In front is an old Mustang sedan, behind is a convertible jeep, each carrying several United Nations peacekeeping forces wearing blue hats.

Generally speaking, although the situation in Nanladan is changing, the warlords are fighting fiercely

But no one will attack the United Nations forces, they all consider international influence, and no one wants to offend the international community.

Therefore, it is basically safe for reporters to be active here, and no one is too worried.

When the bus was about to be full, the convoy finally slowly embarked on the journey.

Zhao Yan looked out the window and closed his eyes. Although he closed his eyes, his thoughts were communicating with the sensing insect he released.

The induction insect can reach up to 50 kilometers and send a message back to him.

50 kilometers is a not very close distance, which is completely enough.

Even if Professor Jin and the others encounter danger, it will be too late for him to rush over!

Moreover, Zhao Yan also has a satellite phone on his body. If the distance is beyond, everyone can also contact him by phone!

"What is the so-called Black Witch Envoy?" Zhao Yan thought to himself.

Although he closed his eyes, his six consciousnesses were very developed. What the more than 30 people sitting in the car were doing and what they were saying were all within the sensing of his six consciousnesses!

The three white female reporters obviously had good chat companions, especially the white couple in front of them, who were chatting and laughing happily and laughing happily.

Zhao Yan released his mental power and spread it outside the bus. Both sides of the road where the bus passed, and even a small section in the woods, would be covered by Zhao Yan's mental power. When he encountered danger, he would be the first to know!

In this way, a convoy of three cars was jogging on the red clay road in Nanladan.

I was speechless all the way. After a few hours, it was already noon. The sunlight outside became stronger. The bus was very simple and there was no air conditioner.

The passengers in the car were hot and hungry, and some people took out some prepared compressed biscuits. There were a lot of things here, all of which were brought by UN forces.

"You can come and get it if you are hungry." A woman said in front of the bus.

Uncle Sam, who had a white beard, also stood up, walked to the front of the car, took a few compressed biscuits, and helped Zhao Yan bring a few, as well as a box of canned beef and a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Zhao Yan tore open a bag of compressed biscuits. This is a very dry and hard food, a bit salty and sweet, but it is not delicious anyway.

Everyone started chatting while eating. What Zhao Yan didn't expect was that Uncle Sam was not a black porter. According to him, he opened a steel factory in the United States. He came here not to do business, but to see if he could donate some money so that African children could go to school.

"It turns out that he is a big boss who has money and has no place to spend it." Zhao Yan smiled, "Uncle Sam, this Nanladan is not safe! You, a big boss as big as you, don't even bring your bodyguards out!"

Uncle Sam ate the can with a small spoon and laughed, "They said it is basically safe to be with the United Nations forces! And I don't know anyone here, so I'm afraid that the bodyguards I hired are not authentic!"

"That's true." In ghost places like Nanladan, it is better to follow the United Nations forces to safely hire black mercenaries at any time.

Just as they were chatting while eating compressed cookies, something seemed to have happened in front of them, and the bus stopped.

The reporters in the car got busy, and all took their cameras and cameras off the bus and started shooting.

Zhao Yan and Uncle Sam also got out of the car. Not far from the Loess Highway, a black tribe had just been massacred.

Everyone walked over and the scene woke up in shock.

The ground was covered with blood and corpses, and a whole tribe had no living person. Some shabby houses built with straw and wooden boards were burning at this moment.
Chapter completed!