My own war game

Chapter 381 Mr. and Mrs. Smith

In the jeep, He Chi, who was putting on makeup, turned to look at Kristen and said, "I thought you wouldn't allow her to get in the car. Have you confirmed the situation?"

"Probably," Christine said as she was checking the female reporter's luggage. "There have been many journalists who have traveled to the Peninsula in a private capacity recently. Most of them have received funding from unknown individuals. It seems that some organizations want to use this to launch a propaganda war. But I don't know who did it yet."

"This girl must be an inexperienced rookie reporter who was used as a pawn by the other party without even realizing it."

"What are you going to do?" He Chi asked.

"Just keep him with you for now. He may give up soon. If that doesn't work, knock him out and send him back to the US military headquarters." Christine continued.

He Chi looked at the girl after she changed her clothes, and looked ahead while holding the steering wheel. "Sinniel, you are different this time."

"Yeah, in the past I would have gotten rid of this kind of trouble as soon as possible. I don't know what happened to me today." The French girl touched her face and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Actually, I can understand her. She's a bit familiar to me." He Chi said from the side.

"Have you seen her?" Christine asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have seen her." He Chi smiled slightly. "A female reporter who wanted to make a career, but was a little idealistic and reckless. She had no experience but gritted her teeth and plunged into the dangerous battlefield..."

"Sinir, isn't this you back then?"
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April woke up when it was almost dark, and only then did she truly recognize the two people who helped her.

Carl Smith and Kristen Smith, a journalist couple, travel to conflict zones around the world all year round to collect first-hand news. The woman is a journalist observer, while the husband is responsible for photography and writing.

This kind of couple duo is occasionally seen in foreign newspapers. After all, journalists who often go out on field trips are more likely to develop feelings for their partners.

"Mr. Carl, I heard that you and your wife have been to many war sites. Can you tell me about the specific battles?" In the temporary garrison village, April asked curiously, holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

"That's a lot," said young Mrs. Smith, poking her husband with her finger. "The Battle of Britain in 1939, the Soviet Union in 1940, Denmark, the Netherlands, Belgium, and later the Pacific battlefield. He has been to almost all of them."

"Oh my god! So many dangerous places?!" April opened her mouth in surprise and continued to ask, "Aren't you worried?"

"I'm worried, but what can I do? He's such a dangerous guy, so I have no choice but to chase him around the world." The tenderness in Mrs. Smith's eyes as she spoke was like a thick lump of candy that couldn't be melted.

"Wow! This is so romantic. I really hope I can have such a love." April also had a look of longing on her face at this time.

"What about you? Have you been to any nice places, beautiful lady?" Mr. Smith raised his coffee cup and gestured to the girl.

"Um, I, I've only been working for a short time. Before, I was interviewing government agencies for press conferences... The farthest I've been is Canada..." April said a little embarrassedly, but the girl's self-esteem made her immediately defend herself, "But this is a good start. I will work hard in the peninsula and make sure to dig out big news."

Mrs. Smith smiled. "That's a lofty ambition, but what is your purpose in digging up big news?"

"Of course it's for the purpose of restoring the truth to the people and revealing fairness and justice!" April said confidently.

"Fairness and justice...it's been a long time since we last talked about them." There was an indescribable sense of melancholy in Mrs. Smith's tone as she spoke.

"Go to bed early. We will leave for Seoul early tomorrow morning."

The next day, the three of them got in a jeep and drove to Seoul, which was a hundred kilometers away. When they passed a checkpoint, they saw a long line of people waiting to pass through. These people were wearing tattered clothes, and were obviously relocated from other places. On the other side was a group of defeated soldiers, some of whom had bandages wrapped around their heads and leaned listlessly against trucks on both sides of the road.

A few children took this opportunity to come out from the roadside and ask for food from the crowd.

"Get out! There's nothing here!" The defeated soldiers drove them away with a fierce voice.

April felt a little sorry for the skinny body opposite her, so she took out some food from her backpack and prepared to hand it over, but was stopped by Mr. Smith.

"You'd better not do this. It will bring trouble to yourself." The man warned the female reporter formally.

"It's just some candy and cookies, it's okay." April didn't care at all and continued to pass the food to the children opposite.

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Children swarmed over to grab the cookies in April's hand. Dozens of hands reached out at the same time to surround the young female reporter, and then adults joined in.

April was like a small boat caught in a storm, squeezed to the point of suffocation.

A hand reached out and snatched the backpack containing food, then threw it to the back of the crowd, and pulled the female reporter who was about to suffocate out.

"Don't take food at the refugee center. If there are too many people, you might be squeezed to death." Mr. Smith reprimanded the other person sternly.

April lowered her head and remained silent, looking like a child who had just made a mistake.

"Get out! Get out of here!" A soldier dispersed the crowd and walked in front of the jeep.

"Everyone get off the bus! We need to check to guard against spies! Open all the luggage!" the leading officer said in a vicious voice, his eyes constantly glancing at the woman.

"This is the car of the Allied Forces Headquarters. Please make way." Mr. Smith communicated with the other party in English, and then quietly slipped over a few banknotes.

The other party didn't even look at it, but roughly understood the amount of the bills by rubbing them with his fingers.

The leading officer immediately changed his expression and said, "Since it is the headquarters' car, it must be an important official business. Let it pass!"

The roadblock was removed and the jeep cut in line and came to the front, but just as it was passing the checkpoint, something unexpected happened.

The chaos just now caused one of April's backpacks to loosen, and as the car moved, the backpack fell directly on the seat.

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and the buttons of the backpack popped open, revealing two brand new cameras and a handful of green dollars.

There was a moment of silence on the scene. The faces of the soldiers on duty changed instantly, and the officer in charge showed a greedy look on his face.

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He Chi stepped on the accelerator hard, and the jeep roared out of the checkpoint.

After a while, the sound of a patrol car chasing was heard from behind.

(End of this chapter)