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Chapter 1826 War Reporter Dong Huilan

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    Lokan Airport is only 20 minutes away from Baguio.  And there is only one 3,200-meter-long runway here, also because of strategic needs, it has just been built for less than a year, and it is now under the control of the rebels.

    Baguio is a tourist city, and there is still a lot of passenger traffic at the airport every year.  But in the small airport now, apart from the heavily armed soldiers, there are only two or three kittens walking hurriedly.  And now those who have the guts to go to Baguio are almost all journalists from various countries.

    A small propeller passenger plane took off from Zamboanga International Airport in Mindanao was flying in the air. A Chinese youth in his twenties who looked very handsome and sunny pushed a woman who was resting on a chair beside her.

    "Sister Dong, Baguio is coming soon!"

    This woman is Dong Huilan. Yang Luo was injured a year ago and went to Japan to take care of Yang Luo.  Later, Yang Luo's plan in Japan was launched, fearing that something would happen to her, he forced her to leave with Jobs.  And for more than a year, she tried to contact Yang Luo, but the previous phone number had become empty.  She also went back to China to look for it during her vacation, but with her little understanding of Yang Luo, she couldn't find it, so she could only return to the United States sadly.

    This time the Philippines was attacked by terrorists, and then the United States, Japan, the United Kingdom and more than a dozen countries suddenly announced their intervention, which further escalated the situation, so she volunteered to go to the Philippines for an interview.  Because she also watched the video of the terrorists negotiating with the President of the United States and the Prime Minister of Japan, she had a feeling, and this feeling was very strong, that it was the arrogant and nervous terrorist, probably Yang Luo.

    Dong Huilan opened her eyes, looked at the entire cabin, it was empty, except for her two assistants, there were also two Britons who were also her colleagues.  Although there were only five of them on the plane except for the flight attendants, the two sides had not communicated with each other, so the whole journey was very quiet, even quiet and depressing.

    Dong Huilan stretched and rubbed her tired face.  After changing planes three times and sitting for more than 20 hours, I was really tired.

    "What time is it now!" Dong Huilan asked with a hoarse voice.

    Another chubby girl with glasses and short hair cut looked at her watch: "It's half past eleven at night."

    Dong Huilan nodded and looked out the window.  The night sky outside was dotted with stars, the ground was flickering with neon lights, his eyes became a little vague, and he murmured: "I don't know if I can see him again here."

    "Sister Dong, what did you say?" The fat girl asked without hearing clearly.

    Dong Huilan came back to her senses and smiled sweetly: "Nothing!"

    The plane was still flying and hadn't landed for more than 20 minutes. Dong Huilan asked doubtfully, "Why hasn't it landed yet? Is there something wrong with the plane?"

    Her words made the two assistants tense up immediately, even the two British people seemed very nervous.

    The young man hurriedly called the flight attendant, only to find out that there were two military planes that were about to land at Lokan Airport. The plane they were on had to get out of the way, and the plane was allowed to land only after the two military planes landed.

    I don't know how long it took before the announcement on the plane rang, reminding passengers to fasten their seat belts and the plane was about to land.

    Dong Huilan fastened her seat belt, and said softly to the young man: "Get your miniature camera ready, there may be surprises when you get off the plane, but don't turn on the flash."

    The young man glanced out the window: "If you don't turn on the flash, the effect will be poor."

    Dong Huilan said: "The effect is almost indifferent. If we turn on the flash, we will be in big trouble."

    The young man was very disapproving, but didn't say anything more.  After all, Dong Huilan is his immediate boss, and a Chinese can gain a firm foothold in the United States, or in a very influential newspaper such as the Wall Street Journal, it is inseparable from Dong Huilan's care.

    After more than ten minutes, the plane landed smoothly. Dong Huilan gave the two assistants a wink, then put the big backpack on her back, and dragged the suitcase to the cabin door.  As soon as you get out of the hatch, you feel as if you are in an island country. From the gangway, you can see that the runway is built along the seaside, and there are some small thatched pavilions for rest, which is a tropical style.

    Standing at the cabin door, she took a deep breath of the salty and moist air, and then looked at the two large planes parked not far away.  She was not a professional war reporter, and she didn't know the models of the two planes, but she did recognize the pattern on the plane, which was the flag of the Soviet Union.  And under the two large planes, there were nearly a hundred soldiers in full armor standing neatly. Even if they were tens of meters apart, they could still feel the chilling atmosphere with a strong oppressive force.

    The eyes of the young man and the fat girl lit up, and some excitedly took pictures with their miniature cameras.  Just then, a flash appeared behind them.Mr. Linnell, with a quarter of Chinese descent.  "

    Dong Huilan said: "Hello, my name is Dong Huilan, I am from Cantonese, I immigrated to New York when I was eleven years old, and now I am a reporter for the Wall Street Journal." Then he introduced the young man and the fat girl, "His name is Yan Penghui, her name is Liu Zhuzhu  , yes, my assistant, and also my fellow Cantonese."

    Dida suddenly said: "No wonder you came to Baguio at this time. It turns out that you are reporters."

    Dida is a very talkative woman. She said that now that Baguio is occupied by rebels, the whole city is in chaos. When she saw Dong Huilan and three Chinese people exiting the airport, she was afraid of danger, so she asked three people to get on the bus.

    At this time, Yan Penghui had already taken out the memory card in his mouth, wiped it on his body, then took Dong Huilan's camera, replaced the memory card, and checked the effect of the photo shooting.

    "Miss Dong, take a look, the effect is not bad."

    Dong Huilan tilted her head for a glance, then grabbed the camera, zoomed in on the photo, and looked at a profile in the photo with a smile on her face.  Although it was not very clear, and it was still a silhouette, she was still sure that this silhouette was the guy who had been lingering in her mind

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