After they finished arranging the pretentious films, Angus also opened the door and walked in.

"I got news that you took pictures of the massacre of those people with sticks in that village today?" Angus asked very bluntly before he could stop.

"Why are you so well-informed?" Zach indirectly confirmed the other party's guess with a question.

"Other helicopter pilots learned this from the mouths of those with sticks in their mouths"

Angus paused and asked more bluntly, "Friends, you are not going to publish those jokes in the newspaper, are you?"

"What are you thinking about?" Zach shook his head and waved his hands in confusion, "I just kept it as a souvenir."

"commemorate?"

Angus turned his head and looked outside, lowered his voice and said, "Listen, friends, if you don't want to cause trouble for us, let alone cause trouble for yourself, why not hand over the film and film box you took?

How about it for me?"

"trouble?"

Zach took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and asked in a puff of smoke, "What's the trouble?"

"Enough trouble to keep you on the battlefield forever," Angus whispered.

"Angus, no, no, no, Mr. Tamer, we are reporters and photographers." Zach said seriously, "No one can take away every negative we take from our hands.

Just like no one can take your weapon from your hand."

"If you like, my weapons are yours from now on."

As Angus spoke, he simply pulled out the 1911 pistol from his waist and threw it on the table with a clang. Then he took off the M79 grenade launcher he still carried on his shoulder and placed it on the table.

“That’s not how the game works”

Zach's attitude became more serious, "Angus, no one can take away the cameras and films from reporters and photographers. We also paid for them with our lives."

"But you may lose your life for these things!" Angus warned in a low voice.

"It's better not to talk about this"

Zach waved his hand and changed the topic, "Where is Platoon Leader Wild Boar George? Is he in the camp? Now that the interview and filming are over, I want to talk to him about returning to Da Nang."

"You're in luck"

Angus picked up his weapon again and whispered, "He is not here today, leading the other two squads to carry out the mission of clearing up the surrounding areas."

"Is this good luck?"

"If he knew that you filmed the massacre of the stick-hammers and refused to hand over those films, you might be afraid..."

At this point, Angus shook his head, "Forget it, I can't help you if you don't want to hand it over. Zach, for the sake of your friends, you really won't publish those things in the newspaper, right?"

?”

"Do you think I can?" Zach asked, "Or do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Hide your film and film canisters"

Angus finally said, "I will help find a way to get you back to Da Nang as soon as possible."

"thank you my friend!"

Zach bumped fists with the other party with a smile on his face, "Anyway, don't worry Angus, the next report I send back to CBS will only be about Platoon Leader Wild Boar George and his T-Team, and I promise,

There must be a photo of you in my report."

"Hide your things," Angus said at last, then turned and left the wooden house.

Watching the other party go away, Li Youfu frowned and asked, "So is he a friend or..."

“Nothing counts”

Zach flicked the half cigarette in his hand out of the window and answered the question, "Reporters and photographers do not necessarily have to uphold justice, but they must be objective and fair, use the lens in their hand to record the facts, and record everything without any hesitation."

Keep the non-positional presentation to the public.”

Having said this, Zach took a deep breath and said, "Everything else, including friendship, should be left to God for safekeeping for the time being."

"Your God really doesn't care about anything."

Wei Ran mumbled something vaguely, then got into the bathroom carrying his toiletries and the fourth-class uniform he had taken off earlier.

He took a good shower and rubbed his hands through the soaked camouflage uniform. When he came out, the table was already full of food.

"Angus sent it," Zach explained as he walked into the bathroom, "He also sent cold beer."

"From this point of view, he is indeed our good friend." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"Of course, apart from our careers, Angus and we are certainly good friends."

After Zach finished speaking, he had already closed the wooden door of the bathroom from the inside.

"Mr. Victor"

Wearing only a pair of soaked shorts, Li Youfu wiped his and Zach's cameras and asked in a low voice, "Why did you kill..."

"Kill for what?" Wei Ran asked before the other party finished speaking, and winked at the other party at the same time.

Seeing this, Li Youfu smiled, picked up the notebook and pen that Wei Ran had given him, tore out a piece of paper and wrote, "Why did you kill those soldiers with sticks?"

"careless"

Wei Ran said bluntly.

"Accidentally?" Li Youfu was stunned, obviously not expecting such a nonsense answer.

"Okay, my hands are itchy," Wei Ran gave the second reason.

"Forget it." Li Youfu shook his head in confusion, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."

"Do you have any reason?" Wei Ran did not let go of the topic, but threw it back.

"For..." Li Youfu thought for a while, "for justice?"

"justice?"

Wei Ran, who had already hung up his clothes, took out the piece of suede that the other party gave him. While wiping his camera, he continued the question, "Which side do you think justice is on?"

"Which side?" Li Youfu fell silent when faced with this question.

"How about I change the question?"

"What's the problem?" Li Youfu asked absently.

"We were attacked on the way to the Cowshed Camp."

Wei Ran paused and continued, "What did the girl who fired the grenade say to you in the end?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Youfu shuddered, and panic appeared on his face for a moment.

After a long time, he finally answered with difficulty, "She...she asked me why I wanted to be the most difficult traitor and why I wanted to be an American dog."

"Do you have an answer?" Wei Ran asked as if he was talking to himself.

Li Youfu shook his head when he heard this and replied hesitantly, "Before that, before I witnessed everything that happened in that village today, I had always looked forward to becoming an American."

"What now?"

"I don't know." When Li Youfu answered, there was only bitterness on his young face.

"I don't quite agree with Zach's point of view"

Wei Ran threw away the chamois in his hand and loaded new film into the two cameras while saying, "Whether it's a reporter or a photographer, they can have a stand, but it's limited to justice and injustice.

There is no in-between.”

"What's the meaning?"

“Our cameras and our pens are our weapons”

As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the lighter on the table and lit the paper on which Li Youfu asked the question, and then used the paper to light a cigarette, "So we must also choose a side in this war.

"

"And you?"

"I have already made my choice," Wei Ran said with a smile, his tone firmer than ever.

"Have you already made your choice?"

Li Youfu's face showed a hint of confusion, "Since... since when?"

"That was a long time ago..."

Wei Ran took two puffs of cigarette, "But it's similar to you. It was when a little girl fired a grenade in front of me. From that time on, I had already made my choice."

"Did she...did she say anything at the end?" Li Youfu asked with a hint of expectation.

"No"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already stood up, carrying his camera and slowly walking out of the room, "No, she said it, she said a lot, so I made the choice."

"she..."

Before Li Youfu could finish his words, Wei Ran had already left the room.

Taking a deep breath, Li Youfu looked at his camera on the table, feeling confused for a moment, or perhaps he had already made a decision.
To be continued...