Tian Kezhi smiled helplessly: "Lao Qiu, I'll treat you to a meal too. Shouldn't we think of a way to avoid these followers? And then find those reporters?"

"Followers are definitely unavoidable for the time being," Qiu Zian said.

"What do you mean? My money was wasted?"

"But the information on where the reporter is has been sent out, and someone will keep an eye on the newspaper office for us," Qiu Zian said.

Tian Kezhi's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly understood something: "Boss?"

"Shh~"

Qiu Zian quickly made a silent gesture.

"Chief of Staff, is the noodles delicious?" Qiu Zian changed the subject.

"Yes, this trip is not in vain. With such delicious knife-cut noodles, I will come back more often in the future."

The soldiers of the Jinsui Army looked at Tian Kezhi and the others eating noodles and swallowed in dismay.

They are on a mission and cannot eat at will.

Moreover, if Tian Kezhi and the others run away halfway through eating, should they pick up the bowl and chase after them, or should they chase after they are full?

After eating a bowl of noodles, Tian Kezhi went back to his residence and looked through his luggage. Sure enough, there were signs of being tampered with.

People from the Jinsui Army broke into the room while they were eating.

"Do a good search to see if they have installed any listening devices."

Tian Kezhi and the others checked the room carefully and relaxed after confirming that there was no "ear in the partition wall".

"Lao Qiu, is he reliable?" Tian Kezhi asked.

"Whether he can be relied on or not, he is the best solution now." Qiu Zian said.

Qiu Zian also wanted to use their own people, who were not only reliable, but also very efficient in action.

But they are all under surveillance and cannot go anywhere!

"You can only treat a dead horse as a live doctor."

Tian Kezhi also thinks this is the best way.

"Chief of Staff, have a good rest. Maybe we will have news when you wake up."

However, tonight is destined to be an unusual night.

Mr. Yan must be the most troubled one. For no reason, the airport where they have been stationed for a long time changed their surname to Zhao instead of Yan. This is enough to make Mr. Yan sleepless at night.

Next came the seven reporters, who were vaguely uneasy.

In the past few days, Mr. Yan had almost stopped doing official business and just accompanied a few of their reporters to write lies.

But tonight, Mr. Yan didn't even show his face. The officers of the Jinsui Army who went to convey the news to Mr. Yan were yelled back and just told them to calm down.

In the dead of night, the reporter couldn't stand it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, voices came from the door of the courtyard where the reporter lived.

The groggy sentry saw the person wearing the uniform of the Shanxi-Sui Army and saluted quickly.

"According to the order of the Commander-in-Chief, someone is going to cause sabotage tonight. We are responsible for moving the reporter's residence!"

There were five Jinsui officers and soldiers in total. They conveyed the command to the guards and showed their IDs.

The sentry on guard let them in without any suspicion at all.

"Get up, get up now!"

Seven reporters who had just fallen asleep were woken up. Their faces were dazed, or their minds were still sluggish when they were half asleep.

"Dear journalist friends, I apologize for interrupting you late at night. According to the order of the Commander-in-Chief, according to intelligence, someone may assassinate you tonight. We need to move you to a safe place and protect you."

The leading Jinsui Army officer was gentle and very polite.

"Is there any mistake? We have already fallen asleep, and now we want to change places?"

The reporter's sleepy voice was mixed with protest and dissatisfaction.

"Journalists, please bear with me, for the sake of your safety!" The officer of the Jinsui Army kept his attitude very humble, as if all the inconveniences were caused by him.

"Okay, okay, let's pack our things."

Although the reporters were full of complaints, they still packed up their things obediently.

Perhaps because he didn't get enough sleep, or perhaps he was overly worried about his own safety, the reporter obviously did not think of a loophole.

This is the headquarters of the Jinsui Army Headquarters. Since we knew there was an assassination, why not arrange an ambush with troops and relocate their positions?

The bewildered reporters did not think too much about the problem at all. They just followed the Jinsui Army officers and left the place where they lived.

It wasn't until they arrived at the city gate that some reporters realized the problem: "Why have you walked so far? And you still have to leave the city?"

Although they fell asleep, they realized that they had gone very far.

The Jinsui Army has trucks, why not arrange a truck to send them?

The Jinsui Army officer seemed to have already thought of the reason for the response: "We have not found out the identity of the killer. If we use a car to transfer you and make too much noise at night, your location will be deliberately exposed. We have a police station outside the city."

The villages where the army is stationed are military camps, which are enough to protect your safety. When the storm is over, we will send you back to the city. After all, you are the most noble guests of our Commander-in-Chief."

"The most noble guest"

These six words made reporters who already love vanity even more confused.

The officers of the Jinsui Army exchanged passwords with the soldiers at the city gate, then stuffed a little money, and the city gate, which was rarely opened late at night, was opened.

After leaving the city and walking so far, the reporter felt like he was about to fall asleep while walking, but he still hadn't reached his destination.

"How far is it?" reporters complained.

They resented walking such a long way because it reminded them of what Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers had done to them.

"Come on, come on, it's right in front!" said the Jinsui Army officer.

"You said it was too late an hour ago!" The reporters stopped. They felt something was wrong. "If we keep going like this, it will be almost dawn."

"It's really right in front. I won't lie to you. If I lie to you, you can report it to our Commander-in-Chief."

"I will go back now and ask your commander what the situation is."

The reporter's young master lost his temper. When had he ever suffered like this?

In Zhao Zhiguo's defense area, it was fine to walk on the mountain road blindfolded. When he arrived at Mr. Yan's defense area, he was still on the road in the middle of the night.

"Kakaka"

The crisp sound of a bullet being loaded was clearly audible in the darkness.

"What are you going to do?"

Even the simplest reporter can occasionally hear the horror hidden behind this voice.

They have never been to the battlefield, but some of them have seen the scene of shooting deserters.

"What are you doing? As long as you keep going, I won't kill you, otherwise..." the Jinsui Army officer threatened the reporter.

"We're not leaving!"

Reporters always want to burst out with a little courage after making stupid mistakes, and then be scared away by the black hole of the gun.

"This is far away from the station. No one will hear the gunfire. Secondly, there are seven of you, and I only need one of you alive." The Jinsui Army officer threatened.
Chapter completed!