Chasing the Deer Diary [Rebirth]

"...a warning here, if you harm the hostages, I will retaliate by any means..."

The morning after Zhu Lu was detained, an astonishing video appeared on YouTube.

The international department far away in Beijing is already in a state of explosion. Not only the news industry is terrified, but the governments of China, the United States and Japan and all sectors of society are in a state of madness.

"This video was recorded by Hirakawa Asahi, the eldest son of the hostage Taro Hirakawa. Hirakawa Asahi is 15 years old and a high school student in the United States." Editor-in-Chief Hu distributed the materials to the editors, who are temporarily working in the building opposite the branch office.

"A sophomore boy..." Lu Zhen sighed.

Hirakawa Asahi's video has been blocked by YouTube, but it does not affect its ability to re-spread and anger terrorists at all.

Fang Fang said with righteous indignation: "This is intensifying the conflict! Once the other party loses control of their emotions, not only Taro Hirakawa may be harmed, but other hostages may also become tools for them to vent their anger."

The editorial department was silent, and then there was nothing to do except sigh.

In this silence, the door of the temporary office was suddenly pushed open with one hand, "Editor Hu, do you have any news about Zhu Lu?" Lu Yunxiu said anxiously.

The editors looked at him blankly, and he realized that he had lost his composure, but he couldn't take care of the urgent matter.

"That kid, I saw him in the window yesterday. He drove a car from the branch and disappeared." Lu Zhen said.

Lu Yunxiu frowned, "What about after that?"

Lu Zhen shook his head, "I haven't seen him yet."

"We have an editor surnamed Yang who entered the medical station. He just called us last night and heard that Xiao Zhu is going to the second medical station." Editor-in-Chief Hu raised his eyes and said.

Lu Yunxiu's face was pale, "I asked, he left at noon yesterday. Didn't he come back?"

Editor-in-Chief Hu straightened his back unconsciously, and had a bad feeling from the young captain's increasingly cold tone, "No."

"We received internal news this morning. It is said that the number of hostages has become 14. They arrested another Chinese yesterday." Lu Yunxiu murmured.

The entire editorial department is solemn.

Every reporter sent to war-prone areas has the consciousness of facing death at any time, but the fear of death will not be weakened because of advance knowledge.

Especially in the past ten years, their agency has placed the personal safety of journalists in a very high position, and the death toll is almost zero.

Lu Yunxiu knew that he had said too much, he gritted his teeth and saluted, "I implore all reporters to block the news for now and not report it. We will deal with it as soon as possible."

Editor-in-Chief Hu nodded, turned around and continued working, as if he had never seen him before.

Everyone turned around and buried their heads in writing with tears in their eyes.

Lu Yunxiu ran wildly. Waiting for peace talks is no longer the best strategy.

They need to take the initiative, otherwise the angry terrorists are likely to kill all the hostages and continue to take hostages.

As one of the people in charge, he must immediately make a plan.

Lu Yunxiu was originally a rare and moderate young man, but now his only hope is to rescue Zhu Lu and kill the enemy with his hands!

Zhu Lu's identity could not be hidden for long.

Ali Mu smiled and flipped through the photos in his camera. Their companions surrounded him. When there were women in the photos, they would smile strangely, and when there were other soldiers, they would sneer.

Alimu dragged Zhu Lu outside by pulling his clothes by the shoulders, patted his face with the cold gun point and said, "Mlaseru (reporter)?"

Zhu Lu's pupils were tightly locked, and his whole body was trembling and nervous.

He couldn't understand, and he tried to stay calm.

"Sezyu, Sezuyu (video, video)." Ali Mu turned to greet his companions.

Zhu Lu's trembling eyes moved with their movements. Although the content of what they said was unclear, it was easy to judge their purpose from their posture.

The gang lowered their guns and set up their cameras.

Blackmailing the video, Zhu Lu said in his heart.

He inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't killed or tortured.

When he was still at the head office, Zhu Lu watched the video they had recorded before.Back then, he was physically sick of being stared at by terrorists with cold eyes behind the screen.

Now that he was opposite them, he didn't have these feelings, and his brain blocked all other signals in a self-protective manner.

When he was pulled in front of the camera, his face became as desperate, cold and indifferent as the other hostages.

He suddenly thought, what if his family saw this video?

That is far more pathetic than he is now.

Zhu Lu couldn't help struggling, and immediately received a kick.

He didn't move, realizing once again that such a struggle was futile.

The only thing he can do kneeling in front of the camera is to slow down his expression so that people outside the camera can't see his fear.

Those chestnut-brown eyes gradually regained their former brilliance, firmly conveying his determination to everyone who looked at him—don't give up hope!

At this time, the terrorist who is like the god who dominates everything cannot read his gaze, and the recorded tape is placed next to the other thirteen tapes.

Zhu Lu was dragged back to the dark room and thrown into the crowd of cowering people, waiting for the next call or death.

The people in the dark room glanced at him, but there was no reaction.

They seem to have been abandoned by the world, and then abandoned the whole world.

The silence was quickly broken, and there was chaos outside.

A lot of Arabic was full of anger, and Zhu Lu couldn't imagine how big a wave a young man in the United States caused.

Someone was yelling, and the terrorists were in a mess.

The door of the darkroom was kicked open, someone came in with a photo, and everyone had their hair pulled up to compare it with the photo.

The Japanese who was beside Zhu Lu before was taken out, and the door was closed again.

Soon, gunshots, bang—

That person never came back.

"A hostage has been killed! Teams, please pay attention, a hostage has been killed!" The situation of the enemy came from the intercom from time to time.

Lu Yunxiu's heart was a little dry, he took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

He suddenly felt that he should cultivate a religious belief secretly, so as not to know who to pray to when he was flustered.

Thinking about it again, in fact, his belief was already confirmed when he joined the party, and the country has always been his backing.

At no point will he abandon the country for any reason.

Then, in the face of death, he can only pray to the country.

If he could be more willful, he could also pray to love.

"Zhu Lu." He said silently.

He is willing to be the most devout believer of his faith, please bless him and his teammates to rescue the hostages alive!

"Zhu Lu." He whispered softly.

Then he suddenly came back to his senses and opened his eyes, only keeping the sharpest and keenest eyes that are the country's weapons.

"Let's go." Lu Yunxiu gave the order, and his team members followed him and approached the fort soundlessly.

The faint flames in the fortress are especially obvious at night, and the temporary mixed teams of the two countries ambushing in all directions are on standby at any time.

"Target appeared!" English came from the walkie-talkie.

Lu Yunxiu breathed lightly, and the whole wilderness was silent.

"Target has been captured."

"Target carries two newly recorded videos."

"Retreat temporarily, retreat temporarily!"

Listening to the blunt English of the temporary allies, Lu Yunxiu sighed in his heart, and retreated cautiously.

The two newly recorded videos are the scene of Hirakawa Taro being killed and the latest hostage announcement.

Seeing Zhu Lu's calm and unyielding appearance on the screen, Lu Yunxiu completely cooled down, and all hesitation and worry were shielded from his reason.

He still has tasks, he is the captain, and he cannot be easily willful.

The information is handed over to the superior, and they only need to wait for the order.

After Taro Hirakawa died, everyone was in danger.

The long-term fear put a great burden on everyone's spirit. Zhu Lu's temples throbbed suddenly, and he had a headache so badly that he couldn't think.

Nine hours after Taro Hirakawa died, the sky was getting dark, and no one brought them water or food all day.

Zhu Lu tried his best to sleep and rest during these times, until in the evening, he heard someone speaking Pashto.

Zhu Lu's vocabulary is limited for a new language from an unfamiliar language family that he has only been in for half a month.Even if you can understand a few words occasionally, you can't get the meaning of the whole sentence.

But the person who visited this time is a bit special, he said a few names that are very representative when put together.

Thanks to the previous press release that had been changed countless times, these names woke Zhu Lu up like golden fingers.

That's the name of several royal princes, and all contending heirs.

But for the terrorists who have recently devoted themselves to international disputes, how did they contact the royal family at this moment?

Aren't they also one of the friendly forces involved in this rescue operation?

A bold guess appeared in Zhu Lu's mind, and he couldn't help shivering.

Could it be that they have become victims of A's domestic struggle?

If there is really some bastard prince who hides deep and deliberately provokes troubles, then the friendly army is not reliable.

In this kind of large-scale operation that shocked the world, small-scale casualties were negligible, and they were even happy to see the success.Appropriate intensification of conflicts will help people with ulterior motives succeed.

Zhu Lu broke out in a cold sweat. He hoped that his thoughts were too conspiratorial.

But if there is a one-in-a-million possibility, he must also find ways to warn the embassy that they cannot use their own manpower and material resources as a stepping stone for A's domestic struggle.

What's more, once the two sides clash head-on, Lu Yunxiu will definitely be one of the frontlines.

Zhu Lu suddenly realized something. In his previous life, he died at the age of 25, so he felt that nothing would happen to him when he was sent abroad this time. Even if he was injured, he would still have three or four years to live.

But what about Lu Yunxiu, did he die at the age of 22 or 23?

Could it be that turning back time can't change the trajectory of fate?Could it be that he will directly participate in the death of Lu Yunxiu this time?

Zhu Lu was dripping with cold sweat, and what made him even more embarrassed was that he had to send out the information right now, which was more important than the sacrifice of one or two people, even if he didn't want to admit it.