American Fortune Life

Sudan Palace Hotel, Basra, Iraq.

“Boom!”

“Your name, your profession... ”

Charlie Hanks, who had been hit by a shotgun butt, curled up on the carpet in horror and horror, looking at the four armed men in the mask with live ammunition, asking questions in Desert Haughty.

Simple desert Hao language he heard was fine, and now his own Iraqi translator had long been knocked over and begun to beg for forgiveness in his arms.

“Charlie Hanks, reporter, reporter for Newsweek... ”

“Boom!”

“Woo... Cough cough... ”

Charlie was severely kicked in the stomach, the intense pain and the feeling of falling over the river in his stomach made him suffer from a cold sweat, but as a war reporter, he knew he was a terrorist who had met Iraq, bitten his teeth, and didn't dare to scream.

“It's not our goal... ”

“Kill?”

“Take it away first... ”

Charlie listened to the armed men's conversation and the expression on his face was getting ugly, as the door was pushed open and he looked up carefully at the door and found the other two armed men walking in.

“We got a target. We're leaving now. ”

“Where are they? ”

“Kill!”

Charlie changed his face and shouted, “I'm a reporter for American Newsweek, and our newspaper can pay the ransom to save me... ”

Boom!

Another foot, kicked on his xiong mouth, accompanied by a harsh curse, Charlie opened his eyes and looked at the mouth that had been pointed at him, waiting for the death to descend temporarily, and another man reached down and pressed the mouth.

“Take them all away! Come on, hurry up! ”

“Get up!”

Charlie was grabbed by a handful of hair, and he stood up with a tough clasp, and a black hood was put on his head, and then he pressed himself out of the room quickly...

Stuck in the truck, listening to each other's conversation, the screaming of the other, Charlie curled his body, afraid to make a sound, not knowing how long he had been driving, the car stopped, the door was opened, he was also dragged out of the car, pressed to the left to the right for a while, then kicked over, the hood removed, no light, a small room with black paint.

Los angeles.

In the bedroom under the dim light, the shadow on the wall was slightly deformed, although the figure of Ivana Zemayan BIAN could still be clearly identified.

Andy had a comfortable pillow on one arm, and as for Ivana, there was hardly any way to distract herself and she could only manage with one heart...

Buzz--

Andy's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, his pillow spread out behind his head, reaching over the phone on the head of the trauma and looking down at the electric display.

“Quiet, I'll take the call... ”

The lovely face of the Ivana powder flutter is already filled with incense HAN, and a pair of beautiful eyes are so distracted that they reach out and cover their mouths...

“Hey, it's me, you said... ”

“When was that? ”

Beautiful Ivana saw the look on her man's face become very ugly, knowing that something had happened, waiting quietly and not wanting to distract him.

“Hoo--”

Andy looked softly and said with a low voice: "CBS reporters kidnapped too? Has any organization or individual indicated responsibility for the incident? ”

“Make a statement immediately and our newspaper will do its utmost to get our employees released and hope that people or agencies do not disclose the personal details of the abductees until the incident is clear! Contact the Iraqi side, talk to the local government, say we're willing to talk to each other, right now! ”

Andy hung up the phone and frowned in the river, and his newspaper reporter finally won the grand prize.

He knew better than anyone that journalists often risked their lives to cover the real news that was happening in the world, and that Iraq was currently the most dangerous place in the world for journalists.

Since the United States war in Iraq in 2003, 208 journalists have died in Iraq, and 65 journalists lost their lives in Iraq in 2007 alone. Among the journalists killed were mainly killed by Iraqi armed elements.

That's why Andy would let his newspaper management imply that his field correspondents could tell armed men after being kidnapped or captured that the newspapers were willing to pay ransom to save them, at least temporarily, to stay alive, to keep themselves safe, and to give the outside world time and space to prepare a rescue plan.

“Honey, what's going on? ”

Andy was pulled back to reality by Ivana's questioning, and seeing the beauty of the pink puff on Yan's face was full of worries, and remembering the chain reaction caused by the house during the day, he couldn't help but smile, Nima, what a disaster.

“Nothing! Let's eat first! ”

Andy is passively passive with some angry changes, turning on the cattle mode, making Ivana's beautiful voice echo over the bedroom...

“Hoo--”

Andy took a long, soothing breath and helped Ivana cover her quilt, while he wounded herself, picked up her nightgown and put it on, didn't go to rinse her body of sweat and other things, and walked straight out of the truffle-scented bedroom with her phone.

“Joseph, it's me, we have an Iraqi journalist abducted by unidentified armed men at the Sudan Palace Hotel in Basra, Charlie Hanks, and you contact our men, ask them to find the American troops stationed there, intervene in secret, seek intelligence from the black market, first determine if the person is still alive, and then ask an intermediary about the conditions.

Can determine the location of the other party, if possible, save the people, if the rescue is too difficult, redeem the money, but still find me these bastards... I want them to know that my people are not so good at kidnapping, and my money is not so easy to earn! ”

Andy's face was calm and his expression was slightly harsh. When he heard Joseph's answer on the phone, he was feeling a little more calm.

At this moment, with a warm embrace on his back, Andy hung up his phone and said softly, “What are you doing up? ”

Turning his hand to YAN, Chun between his eyebrows still hadn't retreated. Ivana hugged her back gently and kissed her on her sweaty forehead.

Ivana's tui had some hair ruan, arms around Andy's neck, some worried consolation: “It's going to work. Since there were no casualties on the spot, there's a lot of hope of getting them back. ”

“Hmm! Starting tomorrow, there will be two more bodyguards next to you, and I'll get a transfer from Montana!” Andy tightened YING's delicate body in his arms, his eyes slightly squinted and his tone unquestionably arranged.

Ivana knew her boyfriend was a little insecure, and she also heard the tone of perseverance, naturally not going to chew her BO boyfriend's nerves, slightly turning her head, softly.

Andy bent over, lifted Ivana across, walked into the bathroom and started putting water in the tub.

“These war reporters are risking their lives working for the newspapers, and in any case, my boss is trying to get them back safely... ”

Meanwhile, New York.

Jon Micham was interviewed by television overnight, publicized the abduction of journalists and issued a statement hoping that armed elements would not harm their own employees and that they would be able to reach out to each other.

The rescue attitude was very positive, which made CBS TV, which also had journalists abducted, a little embarrassing and passive.

After all, the old man of Viacom, the host of CBS TV, should have fallen asleep, called there at 10: 00 p.m., shh, okay, finally have to ask.

Honestly, this thing left Big Boss Thunderstone, and CBS TV really couldn't figure it out, because the relationship between CBS and the United States military can be described as extremely bad.

Their journalist was kidnapped and wanted the help of Iraqi American troops to rescue him, without even thinking about it. Perhaps the US troops would open champagne to celebrate, and then find a couch to sit on and watch the show.

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The old fox Thunderstone, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by the phone. Though reason told him that it was absolutely important to call him at this time, he was still somewhat upset and depressed. After all, he was old and sleep was important.

Picking up the phone cold and hearing reports from his men, he said without even thinking: "As is customary, make statements and put pressure on the local government and the police to find a way, that's all! ”