Battlefield Contractor

The next day, at the camp of the Delta Liberation Army. Several trucks drove up grandiosely, after the vehicles arrived.

The people in the car started to work and completed all kinds of preparatory work in a meaningful way. A red-haired photographer carries a video camera on his shoulders.

A makeup artist is applying makeup to a tall beauty. If there is no one else, there are no militants in his eyes at all.

An militant from the Delta Liberation Force stopped them. The black man looked at them with caution, "Hey, you can't enter here, who are you?"

"We are the news media. This time we came here to report on the humanitarian tragedy that happened before this camp.

Can we talk to the chief here? "Black Mamba walked over to negotiate with the militant.

"News media, who are you?" The black man looked at him strangely.

"I am their translator and their driver. This is a Russian media. They hope to interview the residents here to learn more about the humanitarian tragedy you mentioned earlier." Hey Mamba replied.

"Who agreed with you to come here to report? Who agreed with you to go in?" The militant frowned.

"This is the case. You said before that government forces attacked the camp on your side, causing a serious humanitarian disaster that caused a large number of civilian casualties.

We are here to follow up and report on this, can we talk to your chief? "Black Mamba said seriously.

"This..." The black militant hesitated, then waved his hand, "You are waiting here. I have to ask."

The commander of the Delta Liberation Force in the camp was also quite surprised. "What's the matter? What news media? I have never invited any news media. What are they here for?"

"They said it was a Russian news media. They heard that in addition to tracking the attack on the camp," the militant replied cautiously.

"Really?" The militant leader was quite happy. "I didn't expect that with the participation of the news media, this matter should be further fermented, and it will be unfavorable to the Niger government by then.

And we are clearly on the side of justice. This is a good idea. Then let them in. "

"No, according to them, they don't enter the military camp area. They just want to investigate ordinary people. See if they are all terrorists in this camp, as the government army said. Or as we said, most of the camp is civilians. "The guard replied.

The leader of the militant nodded after thinking about it for a while. "The government and the raid camp killed many people. They should know this."

"Yes, I told them." The guard nodded.

"If these media reporters really report this incident, it will definitely increase the pressure on the Niger government army. This is a good way..." The chief of the Delta Liberation Force nodded.

"Moreover, they only asked to enter the western area where civilians are located to do some interviews, and did not involve our internal base.

I think this requirement can be fully met. In addition, let the brothers be more energetic, and those who have military uniforms should wear military uniforms.

This is a good opportunity to promote us. "The chief is even a little bit complacent.

Soon the militant guard walked out and waved to Lin Rui and the others, "Okay, the sir has spoken, you can go in. But you can't stay in the camp overnight, you must leave before it gets dark."

"Of course the interview will end soon. If it goes well, it will be soon." Black Mamba patted him on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette.

The guard happily accepted.

So this temporarily set up news interview team entered the camp of the Delta Liberation Force in an imposing manner.

After they entered the camp, they directly entered the west area, where a large number of civilians lived. It's dirty and messy everywhere.

Many black civilians looked at them and walked away. Only those black children, as if they found something interesting, circled around them.

"Pay attention to the location." Lin Rui whispered in the communication headset, "We have already entered the area where the target is located. According to our previous judgment, the two buildings over there are most in line with our previous speculation.

Our target, Aubrey, is likely to be in one of these two buildings. "

Those two buildings looked like dilapidated mud houses with some old iron plates on the tops.

Judging by the sunlight from the photos they got, Aubrey is likely to be there.

So Lin Rui and his party walked over slowly. Sergey pretended to shoot and carried the camera.

Yelena took the microphone and spoke to the camera. Although Lin Rui knew some Russian, she couldn't understand what she was saying at all.

But it seems that this is very formal. And following Yelena's gestures, Sergey moved the camera seriously, taking pictures of the surrounding environment.

It looks like. The news anchor is introducing the situation at the scene.

In order to pretend to be more alike, they also randomly pulled a few black people and asked them some information about the attack.

Yelena looked serious and asked these local residents to answer this question very seriously.

It still looks like a professional interview.

Some black people also gathered around. They are a little curious about the sudden appearance of the reporter team.

"Be careful, someone has come out of that house over there." Lin Rui said in a low voice.

Yelena immediately changed the direction where she was standing, and Sergey immediately turned the camera. I used the camera to take pictures of the two houses over there.

A few black people walked out of one of the houses, and they looked at it quite vigilantly.

But after I walked over, I understood that it was only after an interview by Western reporters that they went back soon.

"Do you think it is them?" Kuima lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

"It should not be. If they have a problem, they should pay more attention to the dynamics here. They will not leave after just a glance.

I suspect it is another place. Lin Rui said in a low voice.

"But there doesn't seem to be much movement there. Why would you doubt there?" Kuaima asked in a low voice.

"Have you noticed? This camp was originally a refugee camp, and how many houses here have curtains?" Lin Rui whispered as much as possible.

"Curtains?" Kuaima frowned slightly, and looked towards the house inadvertently.

Sure enough, the house was fitted with curtains. And the curtains are all drawn during the day.

In such hot weather, most of the earthen houses here have no curtains.

Not only did the doors and windows shut tightly there, but the curtains were drawn.