American Fortune Life

Sudan Palace Hotel, Basra, Iraq.

"boom!"

"Your name, occupation..."

Charlie Hanks, who was knocked to the ground by the butt of a gun, curled up on the carpet with a terrified and bewildered face, looking at four masked militants armed with live ammunition, asking questions in the desert language.

He heard that the simple desert native language is fine, but now his Iraqi translator has been knocked to the ground, and he started to beg for mercy with his head in his mouth.

"Charlie Hanks, reporter, Newsweek reporter..."

"boom!"

"Woo...cough cough..."

Charlie was kicked hard in the abdomen by the opponent, the severe pain and the overwhelming feeling in his stomach made him break out in a cold sweat, but as a war reporter, he knew that he had encountered terrorists in Iraq, so he gritted his teeth Enduring it, I didn't dare to scream at all.

"Not our goal..."

"killed?"

"Take it away..."

Charlie listened to the militants' conversation, and the expression on his face became more and more ugly. At this moment, the door was pushed open. He carefully looked up at the door and found two other militants walking in.

"We've found our target, we'll leave immediately."

"where are they?"

"killed!"

Charlie's face changed drastically when he heard that, and he hurriedly shouted: "I am a reporter from the American "Newsweek". Our newspaper can pay a ransom to save me..."

boom!

Another kick kicked him in the mouth, accompanied by vicious curses, Charlie opened his eyes wide and looked at the muzzle of the gun that was aimed at him, waiting for death to come, another person stretched out his hand and pressed the muzzle of the gun.

"Take them all away! Quick, move faster!"

"stand up!"

Charlie was grabbed by the hair, and he staggered to his feet with difficulty.

A black hood was put on the head, and then a person walked out of the guest room quickly. . .

Being stuffed into the truck, listening to the other party's conversation and the miserable cry of another person beside him, Charlie curled up, not daring to make a sound. After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car stopped and the door was opened. He was dragged out of the car, was forced to turn left and right and walked for a while, then kicked down, the hood on his head was taken off, there was no light, and there was a small dark room.

Los Angeles.

In the bedroom under the dim light, the shadow on the wall was elongated and distorted, but the figure of Ivana Tsermajan BIAN could still be clearly recognized.

Andy rested on one arm with a relaxed face, and dribbled the ball with the other hand dexterously, playing all kinds of tricks, which dazzled people. As for Ivana, there was almost no way to distract her, she could only focus on Control the gallop. . .

Hum——

Andy frowned involuntarily, stretched out his arms behind his head, reached for the mobile phone on the head cabinet, and looked at the caller ID.

"Go ahead, keep quiet, I'll answer the phone..."

Ivana's pretty, powdery face was already covered with fragrant han, her beautiful eyes were full of confusion, she reached out her hand to cover her mouth very obediently, and continued. . .

"Hey, it's me, you said..."

"What? When did it happen?"

The beautiful Ivana saw that her man's expression became very ugly, she knew that something had happened, she waited quietly, not wanting to distract him.

"call--"

Andy had a solemn expression, and said in a low voice: "The reporter from CBS was also kidnapped? Has any organization or individual claimed responsibility for this incident?"

. . . . . .

"Immediately issue a statement. Our newspaper office will do our best to release our employees. Before the incident is clear, we hope that people or institutions will not publish the personal details of the kidnapped! Contact the Iraqi side, find the local government, and say that we are willing to work with The other party negotiates, yes, right now!"

Andy hung up the phone, frowning into Sichuan characters, the reporter of his own newspaper finally won the big prize.

He knows better than anyone that journalists often have to risk their lives in order to report the real news happening in the world, and Iraq is currently the most dangerous place in the world for journalists.

Since the United States launched the Iraq War in 2003, 208 journalists have died in Iraq, and 65 journalists died in Iraq in 2007 alone. Among the journalists killed, the main ones were killed by Iraqi militants.

That's why Andy asked the management of his newspaper to imply that his war reporters could tell the militants after being kidnapped or captured that the newspaper was willing to pay a ransom to save them, at least temporarily alive to ensure their own safety. Allow the outside world time and space to prepare a rescue plan.

"My dear, what's the matter?"

Andy was brought back to reality by Ivana's question. Seeing the worry on the face of the powder-puffed beauty, and remembering the chain reaction caused by looking at the house during the day, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, damn, misfortunes never come singly .

"It's nothing! I'll let you eat first!"

Andy, full of hostility, changed from passive to active, and turned on the animal mode, so that Ivana's beautiful voice echoed in the bedroom, singing unscrupulously cheerfully.

"call--"

Andy let out a long sigh of relief, and helped Ivana cover the quilt lying on the wound, and he got off the wound, picked up the nightgown and put it on, without washing the sweat and other things on his body, he walked out with his mobile phone A bedroom filled with the smell of truffles.

"Joseph, it's me. One of our reporters in Iraq was kidnapped by unknown militants. His name is Charlie Hanks at the Sudan Palace Hotel in Basra. You contact our people and ask them to find the US troops stationed there. Carry out secret intervention, find information from the black market, first determine whether the person is still alive, and find an intermediary to ask the other party's conditions.

If you can determine the location of the other party, if you can, rescue him. If the rescue is too difficult, you can redeem the money, but you still have to find these bastards for me. . . I want them to know that my people are not so easy to kidnap, and my money is not so easy to earn! "

Andy said with a gloomy face and a ferocious expression. Hearing Joseph's crisp answer on the phone, his mood became more stable.

At this moment, a warm embrace was attached to his back. Andy hung up the phone, turned around and said softly, "Why are you up?"

Turning around, he stretched out his hand to hold Ivana, who was blushing pretty, and the intention between her brows still not retreating, into her arms, caressing her back, and kissed her sweaty forehead.

Ivana's tui was a little fussy, her arms wrapped around Andy's neck, and she comforted her worriedly: "It will be resolved smoothly. Since there were no casualties on the spot, there is great hope of being rescued."

"Well! From tomorrow onwards, there will be two more bodyguards around you, and I'll transfer them from Montana!" Andy tightened his hands on the extremely plump body in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in an unquestionable tone , arrange to.

Ivana knew that her boyfriend lacked a sense of security, and she could also hear the persistence in her tone, so she naturally wouldn't tease her BO boyfriend's nerves, so she nodded slightly and hummed lightly.

Andy bent down, picked up Ivana horizontally, walked into the bathroom, and started filling the bathtub with water.

"These war correspondents are risking their lives to work for the newspaper. No matter what, my boss will try my best to bring them back safely..."

Meanwhile, New York.

Jon Meacham accepted an interview with the TV station overnight, announced the kidnapping of the reporter to the outside world, and issued a statement, hoping that the militants would not harm their employees, and hoped to be able to get in touch with the other party.

The rescue attitude was very positive, which made the CBS TV station, which also had a reporter kidnapped, a little embarrassed and passive.

After all, Redstone from Viacom, the owner of cbs TV station, should have fallen asleep. He called at 10 o'clock in the evening, tsk tsk, well, I still have to ask.

To be honest, without the big boss Lei Shidong, CBS TV really can't come up with a good solution, because the relationship between CBS and the US military can be said to be extremely bad.

Their reporter was kidnapped, and they wanted the help of the US military in Iraq to rescue them. They didn't have to think about it. Maybe the US military would open champagne to celebrate, and then find a sofa to sit and watch a good show.

As for why, huh, huh, let the U.S. military lose face all over the world. The "nue prisoner incident" of the U.S. military in Iraq, which has been questioned and attacked, was first reported by CBS TV. The pressure from the U.S. military was completely taken as a fart. The report is It caused a sensation in the world, and CBS became famous. Of course, it also completely offended the US military.

The old fox Lei Shidong, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by the phone. Although his reason told him that it was definitely important to call him at this time, he was still a little upset and depressed. After all, he was getting old and sleep was very important.

He picked up the phone coldly, heard the report from his subordinates, and said without even thinking: "According to the usual practice, issue a statement and put pressure on the local government and the police to find a way, that's it!"