Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Gu Teng seemed to have a little impression in his mind, nodded, not to relapse: "Thanks for your hard work."

At this time, the side door of the hospital opened.

All the cars came driving under the gaze of everyone.

"Quick, follow me to meet you."

I saw that Gu Teng led Zhao Ke and other doctors up immediately.

As the car door opened, the middle-aged man in a neat suit stepped out of the car under the guard of bodyguards.

With a square face, the eyes reveal the cunning and hypocrisy that a qualified politician should have.

Of course, under his strong appearance, such eyes are well hidden.

Surrounded by a series of Guteng people.

The middle-aged man walked to the temporary podium.

"I'm sorry, I believe everyone knows that those evil thugs not only destroyed our home this time.

Even unarmed women and children are not spared. We have worked hard to save ordinary people on the battlefield before.

For this reason, many soldiers died there.

But the refugee camp, which was managed with painstaking efforts, suffered a devastating blow before the refugees could be sent out. "

When the middle-aged official said this, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

It attracted a flash of light in front of him again, and the sound of clicking.

Zhao Ke believed that the heartbroken expression of this middle-aged official would be on the cover of tomorrow's headline news.

At this time, the door of a car behind was opened.

One by one, figures came down from the car door. Although they were dressed in neat clothes, their expressions were very dazed, tired, and anxious.

Three buses can accommodate hundreds of people.

It is completely inconsistent with the quantity that Guteng said before.

At this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly frowned, and saw two familiar faces in the crowd. He was very surprised. He didn't expect these two guys to come here alive from the refugee camp.

Looking at that familiar face, for some reason, Zhao Ke suddenly had a feeling that his random investment at that time might bring him a good profit.

Chapter 761

"These people are all refugees we have worked so hard to rescue from the front line. They have witnessed the evil deeds of those demons with their own eyes. Therefore, we must join hands to fight against these nightmares."

It has to be said that the middle-aged officials around are very good at mobilizing people's emotions.

After an impassioned speech, the reporters at the scene clenched their fists tightly as if they had been beaten with blood.

I keep taking photos in my hand, find and collect as much material as possible, and plan to go back and publish a wonderful article.

"Cru, are you sure those people behind won't make trouble?"

The black Bart stood beside Crewe, looking back vigilantly.

At this juncture, the most fearful thing is that someone will get dizzy and jump out to give it a go.

And it's very likely.

Although Crewe had already told them that some people jumped out and tried to tell the truth in front of these reporters, and they were dragging everyone to die together.

But people's hearts are hard to fathom.

Because some people's brains are like axes, and when their heads are hot, they think that as long as they tell the truth, they can spread the truth in front of these reporters. This kind of naive idea cannot be dispelled by Crewe's words alone. .

If that is the case, according to Crewe, the Australian authorities will have one more new statement.

That is, among the refugees rescued this time, the spies of the riot army were mixed in and launched a suicide attack in front of everyone.

These journalists, as well as their refugees, were all killed in the bombing.

Then take the rhythm casually.

There are all kinds of polls and votes.

Doing so much will only push a group of people into the abyss.

As the saying goes, a big country fools the people. No matter when, the media is in the hands of the government. This is an indisputable fact.

Worry about Black Bart.

On the contrary, Crewe was very calm, there were only more than 30 refugees before and after, and now there are hundreds of people coming up from Haohao.

Not just to exaggerate performance.

It is also to separate these refugees from the crowd.

This is the method proposed by Crewe himself.

When the people I know well are separated from myself, the small thoughts in my heart that are just about to move will also start to shake.

The most important thing is that once a change is discovered, more than a hundred people behind will quickly control them and form a human wall.

I'm afraid that the reporters below didn't even see a shadow, and they were already caught behind the human wall and disposed of.

Although this method is a bit self-defeating.

But this is also the best way Crewe can think of.

After all, these refugees are his greatest capital, but they are also a double-edged sword. If he can't manage these guys well, he will be the first to be hurt.

"Next, let's ask one of the survivors to tell us what happened."

As the official's voice fell, Crewe took a deep breath, brewed his emotions, and stepped onto the stage.

In my heart is a manuscript that has already been prepared.

With tears in his eyes, Crewe told how an American man broke open the blocked iron gate desperately for everyone.

How does an ordinary mother protect her child from the hands of the devil.

Every piece of ordinary or even fictitious stories is resounding.

Everything is ordinary, with the brilliance and greatness of human nature, which can not help but touch people, as if directly hitting the soul.