"We will do our best to get them released..." The spokesperson of BS TV looked at the interviewing reporters in front of him and said clichés that he could not believe.

Thinking of what the boss said, "According to the convention", he knew that the boss behind the scenes would not "do his best". If the local Iraqi government and police station really had the ability to save people, the reporter would not be kidnapped.

"Will BS pay a ransom to get the kidnapped free?"

Faced with this question that will inevitably arise and also have a headache to answer, the BS spokesperson used a very familiar rhetoric, "We will do our best to get them released, and at the same time we hope that the local government and police stations can..."

The next morning, Lei Shidong, wearing a nightgown and having breakfast, looked at the news reports of his own TV station, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly, and walked out of the breakfast room with his standing.

Stepping out of the hall, I stepped on a cashmere carpet embroidered with luxurious velvet, and came to a golden phone called the antique, picked up the phone and called BS TV station EO.

“Is there any latest news?”

"Boss, this morning, news came from the news weekly that they had contacted each other through local middlemen. Their reporter was kidnapped together, and the other party offered $10 million..."

"It seems that it is a kidnapped, four people have 10 million? We don't care about the locals..."

"Boss, it's a person..."

Lei Shidong's meticulous blonde back moved slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Nothing!"

EO Meng Fusi from BS TV listened to the crisp sound of the phone hanging up and the long busy sound, and couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter expression, and slowly hung up the phone.

"It's not a single one..." He collapsed in the boss' chair helplessly. In the fuss, he recalled Daniel Pearl, who was cut off his throat in 2002, the French Le Figaro, who disappeared in 2004, and two reporters from the TV station who are still unknown. In 2006, there were 2 reporters from Fox TV, a Spanish reporter and an AFP reporter.

If you want a ransom, you may come back alive. What you fear most is that you don’t even have news. BBC reporter Alan Johnston was released four months after paying the ransom. Without the ransom, he had to collect the body.

“To succeed, you have to live in danger.”

"As long as this danger can be reasonably accepted, as long as the reward is far greater than the risk."

He still clearly remembered the first time he encountered such a kidnapped war reporter. The big boss sat on the chair, smoking a cigar, and looked at the words he said lightly.

"No! I have hundreds of journalists around the world. If I pay a penny, my other employees will be kidnapped."

Then the reporter from their TV station was confirmed to have his throat cut after a few months.

Newsweek Building.

In the bright office, Andy in the computer monitor looked through the camera and looked at Jon Micham, who was sitting opposite him with a contemptuous expression, hung up the phone and quietly waited for his retelling.

"Monfos thanked us. As for the ransom payment, they were in a little trouble and could not participate in this rescue. I have said that Samoreshi Dong would not pay the ransom. This is not the first time."

"In fact, once you are kidnapped, if the ransom is paid, the kidnappers may be encouraged in disguise, which will put more war correspondents in danger." Andy also knew the consequences of this compromise.

"No, no, boss, your concern is different from Mr. Leistone's idea. This statement is just an excuse used by Mr. Leistone as a shield.

Theoretically, governments of various countries are unwilling to negotiate with kidnappers. However, many countries will do it secretly. Most of the people released have paid the ransom, and the government is unwilling to make a high-profile publicity. After the hostages are released home safely, all parties involved in the rescue will sign confidentiality agreements. In particular, the amount of ransom is even more secretive.

And Mr. Thunderstone and Mr. Murdoch of Fox, haha, they have long lost their awe. What they have is endless greed and attempts to get through the cleverness and force the government to come forward. What they have left in their hearts is to earn profits in the fastest way to get it."

Andy looked at Jon Micham with a sarcastic expression on his face and complained about the two media kings. To be honest, if you really want Andy to pay 10 million yuan in ransom, Andy really dare not pay openly. This is definitely a Pandora's magic box. As long as you pay, your war correspondent will become a fat sheep.

After pondering for a while, Andy said with a serious expression: "Let the people in Iraq bargain with the other party first. 10 million is too high..." After looking at the time on the clock marked with the words Iraq, "My people should have arrived at the Busra, and let the people from the newspaper contact them. They will take over this matter in full."

"Boss, have you sent someone here?" Jon looked at his boss in surprise. He didn't expect that the boss would move so quickly, but the doubts on his face did not dissipate.

"I am the representative of my security company's branch in Iraq."

"..." Jon Micham's mouth shook slightly, and he said in his heart, War jackal, the eyes of the young boss in front of him also had a hint of obscure and complexity.

"Our people must be rescued. This is not only related to life, but also to the reputation of the newspaper, but also to public opinion. First, use bargaining to hold the other party, and then see if we can rescue them by force. If we can no longer pay the ransom secretly!"

The more Andy spoke at the end, the cold light in his eyes became more and more chilling.

Basra is Iraq's second largest city and the largest port city in Iraq. It is 120 kilometers south of the Persian Gulf and is the only hub connecting the Persian Gulf and the inland water system.

This former "Venice of the East" has become a "city of thirst" and has long been devastated.

Roberts, sitting in a dirt-covered SUV, looked at the security area next to the US military station, and his tight heart also relaxed. As a war correspondent for Newsweek, he had been reporting with the army and his security was slightly stronger, but his friend Charlie was kidnapped like a bolt from the blue.

Fortunately, his newspaper changed to a very reliable new boss. He thought he would lose his friend and received a call from his New York headquarters, asking him to find a way to find a local middleman and contact the group of militants.

As long as the boss is willing to talk, Charlie may be rescued. As long as the other party does not aim to kill the Americans, there is hope. Sure enough, the other party offered a high ransom.

"Bang!"

Roberts handed the ID to the Sentinel to check it, then got out of the car and closed the door, and quickly walked into a building that looked like a school.

"Robers?"

"Yes, sir, who are you?"

"Major White, freeeagle Security Company." After seeing the other party confirming his identity, White smiled and shook hands with him, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go and tell me what you know!"

Roberts and the major who was wearing a black eagle armband with a black winged eagle in front of him walked into a two-story building next to him. When he opened the door, Roberts saw a busy scene of various advanced computers, satellite receivers, and satellite phones.

"Here."

Roberts followed White into an office in the inner room, where two strong men in the same camouflage uniform were already sitting there waiting.

"Tell us all the situations you have." ...

"coffee."

"Thank you." Roberts' eyes lit up while smelling the fragrant aroma of coffee and was a little dry. He sighed in his heart that the treatment of these war jackals was really good. If you ask about the aroma, you will know that this coffee is a high-end product.

White looked at the two subordinates who were already in deep thought, and his brows were also frowning. He always felt something was wrong in this kidnapping case, and he couldn't help asking: "Richard, the reporter of BS TV station who was kidnapped at the same time, do you have his information?"

"Yes. I'll get it for you in the bag." As he said, he put down the coffee cup, picked up the backpack and took out a file bag from it and handed it to White.

White reached out to take it, took out the documents, and browsed it quickly. There was no problem with the information, British nationality, and a field photographer on BS TV.

"Robers, please stay first. I'll have someone take you to find a room. In the next few days, we'll have someone meet you with that middleman and protect your safety."

"Okay, thank you." Roberts breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, his trust in the locals had dropped to the lowest point. He didn't know that he had been sold. Now, in his own territory, he can finally feel relieved.

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