If it weren't for Mrs. Nie, the group of officers and soldiers would have whistled at that moment.
On both sides were soldiers carrying guns, their bearing unyielding and resolute.
Mrs. Nie's long dress was plain, but it was transformed into a vibrant pink by the various warning lights.
Her skirt was huge, billowing in the sea breeze, reflecting the cold barrels of the guns between the soldier's hands.
The paparazzi still clinging to the top wailed, "It's over! Someone else has stolen the award-winning photo!"
Yes, that was the highlight of the night, and anyone who managed to snag it was guaranteed to win; it could be the best photo of the year.
Guns and roses, the cold barrels of colonists' guns and the soft hems of indigenous skirts, an extreme contrast.
Reporters who had secured the best vantage points wished they had enough film, frantically pressing the shutter button.
The most classic photo was captured in an instant. In that photo, a barefoot woman, carrying her shoes and with her skirt fluttering, has a stunningly beautiful face and a determined look. She is walking towards the security checkpoint, but the soldier is drawn to her and his gaze is involuntarily fixed on her.
The three elements of news—contradiction and conflict, and the background of the event—are perfectly encompassed by a single photograph.
As expected, this photo will dominate Hong Kong news within hours.
However, while everyone in the audience was deeply moved, two people remained completely bewildered.
The first one, of course, was Colonel Rango. Overnight, the number of his compatriots killed or wounded totaled seven.
He was the commander-in-chief of the garrison, responsible for their safety. He was stunned by the attack and had no time to care about anyone else.
Then there's Nie Zhao; his wife is, of course, beautiful, he knows that better than anyone else.
But beauty was her least attractive quality, something she had always disdained to display.
Moreover, the script shouldn't be like this.
She is a beauty, and he is a hero; she should wait for him to rescue her.
Secretary An, along with the family doctor and carrying a stretcher, had just walked over when she returned on her own?
Nie Zhao's heroic rescue attempt failed once again. His wife, once again, acted unpredictably, leaving Mr. Nie somewhat frustrated. He couldn't understand why she came out early. So how should the play proceed? Who should be carried on the stretcher?
Of course, Nie Zhao immediately understood that the stretcher should be carried for Liang Lisheng.
The old man is only two years younger than Nie Rong, and he's still going around everywhere.
It was late at night, and he definitely couldn't hold on any longer; he would need to be carried out.
But Chen Rou should have waited inside, or at least come out in a wheelchair. She's not used to wearing high heels, and what if there's sand or glass cutting her feet on the concrete road?
There were three security checks, all conducted by male soldiers, which was very disrespectful.
As colonizers, Hong Kongers had to accept such rude treatment.
Seeing his wife pass through the security gate, Nie Zhao rushed over, but the accident still happened.
His wife had only taken a few steps after coming out when she suddenly stumbled, fell to her knees, and fell to the ground.
A soldier standing not far from her reached out his hand, and Nie Zhao ran over.
By the way, Ram ran even faster than him, and reached out faster too, picking his wife up in one swift motion and asking, "Are you alright?"
This guy has an unparalleled knack for spotting things; even the boss couldn't outrun him.
Upon looking at his wife's knee, he exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're injured! We need to go to the hospital!"
Nie Zhao looked and it was true; his wife's knee was bleeding.
Although Chen Rou always likes to do thrilling and exciting things, she is a strong person and rarely gets injured, but today she is bleeding?
However, given her personality, even if she was injured, she would still walk on her own.
So Nie Zhao said to Ram, "Put down your wife."
He took off his shoes and gave them to Chen Rou to wear. Well, she liked it and immediately put on his shoes.
Nie Zhao looked at Ram again, and Ram immediately understood. He took off his shoes and said, "Boss, I don't have Hong Kong feet."
This was the first time Nie Zhao had ever stepped onto a cement floor. Well, it was a bit cold and uncomfortable on his feet, so he needed a pair of shoes too.
He had intended to wear Ram's shoes, but immediately he smelled a strong odor of foot odor.
Most men have incredibly smelly feet, and Ram is one of them, so his shoes naturally smell bad too.
Frowning, Nie Zhao still chose to walk barefoot. It was only a few steps, and he didn't want to get smelly feet.
To be honest, he was actually a little angry and couldn't help but want to blame Ram for running too slowly, causing his wife to fall and get injured.
But Chen Rou guessed what he was thinking. She handed him the high heels first, and then said in a low voice, "I just fell."
She added, "Not only did I bleed from the fall, but Song Zai did too, so..."
So the reason she ran out early and deliberately fell was because she realized she was injured when she jumped off the motorcycle. Once the military began a systematic investigation of the scene and found bloodstains, they could directly identify her and Song Yuanchao based on current DNA analysis technology.
Deceiving everyone is no easy feat, but now, even if they don't want to, they have no choice but to grit their teeth and keep going.
Nie Zhao immediately instructed Ram: "Go to the car and get the windshield washer fluid. Give it to Song Zai in a bit."
Song Yuanchao was also injured, but it would be strange for a grown man to make up an excuse to fall. It would be better to use glass cleaner to wash away the bloodstains at the scene, thus erasing all traces.
But it didn’t seem to require that much trouble, because just then, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
And once the rain falls and washes away the bloodstains, they will be wiped away.
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