Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

The capital of Kerna was still drowned in the night.

After Mo Dao sent the relevant reports in the capital of Kerna back to the branch,

he lost contact with the outside world again.

However, about an hour after he sent the report back, he saw the changes in the capital of Kerna:

The opposition soldiers who were originally arresting, driving away, and "cleaning up" from house to house at night stopped this series of actions.

The occasional screams and gunshots from everywhere became much sparser,

and the clusters of flames with billowing smoke everywhere became much dimmer.

It should be that the report he sent back was published, and under the pressure of public opinion, the Kerna opposition stopped the tribal massacre in the capital of Kerna.

- At least, before Mo Dao, the "mole" who was still in the capital of Kerna, was pulled out, the Kerna opposition had to stop.

Otherwise, no matter what they did, whether they continued to "clean up" or deal with the "traces of massacre", there would always be a pair of eyes watching them in the dark.

Mo Dao, hiding in the dark, was like a sharp blade hanging over these people's heads.

Because of Mo Dao's report,

the National Federation had to get up at night to hold a meeting,

and the Kerna opposition had to stop the massacre...

That night, at least the original fate of many people in Kerna's capital was changed because of Mo Dao.

However,

although the changes in Kerna's capital at this moment were good for the civilians who were originally going to be massacred,

they meant a more dangerous situation for Mo Dao himself.

Almost at the same time when the massacre in Kerna's capital stopped, another thing began.

A large number of Kerna's opposition personnel were mobilized,

and the roar of pickup trucks roared on the streets around the previously reported locations.

The armed personnel of the Kerna opposition began to patrol and search the streets closely.

As for who he was looking for, it was self-evident...

Although Mo Dao immediately moved away from the relevant area after reporting back the news from Kerna Capital,

when the Kerna opposition forces began to search for him,

Mo Dao was indeed trapped in a circle by the Kerna opposition forces.

That is to say, as time goes by, the possibility of the Kerna opposition finding Mo Dao is getting bigger and bigger.

…

This is a small and dim corner in the Kerna capital.

It used to be a gathering place for some poor civilians in the Kerna capital and refugees pouring into the Kerna capital.

During the Kerna capital war and the subsequent street fighting, shells turned many places in this area into complete ruins and broken walls.

At this moment, Mo Dao was relying on the night, leaning against a pile of ruins, lying on the ruins,

and covered with some broken things from the ruins as a cover.

He turned on his almost dead phone and took a look, then turned it off again.

Without a signal, it is impossible to determine whether the nearby base station is damaged or the Kerna opposition has blocked the nearby signal.

Raising his head again, Mo Dao glanced at the night sky.

There are not many lights in the turbulent Kerna capital at night.

The starlight shines on Mo Dao, and Mo Dao also looks at the stars.

For an ordinary person, Mo Dao's situation at the moment is almost at the end of his rope.

Not far away, there are still some pickup trucks coming and going from time to time, and those sounds are gradually approaching from all sides.

Although Mo Dao has been taking some antibiotics, the gunshot on his leg has been infected, which seriously delayed Mo Dao's speed of action.

Otherwise, Mo Dao might be able to leave further.

For Mo Dao, it is actually almost the same, close to reopening.

Mo Dao, a reporter who is almost praised as "great" by the outside world, can be expected to end his life in this pile of ruins.

Only the starlight bears witness to him.

However, compared with the expectations of the outside world, Mo Dao's situation is tense.

Mo Dao was very calm at this time.

Under the cover of the ruins, Mo Dao even looked through the tragic scenes in the city of Kerna that he had taken before in his camera.

After looking through them for a few times, the camera was about to run out of battery.

There was a pause in silence.

Mo Dao raised his head again and faced the starlight.

For the job of war correspondent, Mo Dao actually had no sense of mission.

After all, this was just a choice he made in this life.

When he chose it, it might just be a good choice for him to think about.

Now, as a war correspondent, he seems to have done a lot of things?

Mo Dao moved his legs.

Although he was not afraid of death, his body was obviously not as detached as his consciousness.

It really hurt.

Mo Dao looked calm and looked at the night sky again.

He was just thinking about one question,

If he died here in this life,

Should he start his career as a reporter again in the next life?

In other words... if I die right now as a "great war correspondent", will it be considered achieved?

Do I need to spend another lifetime to achieve this goal?

As Mo Dao was thinking, the search became closer,

and it seemed that those who were searching did not intend to let go of the ruins where Mo Dao was hiding.

...

"...Reporter Mo Daomo is such a brave and fearless, pure reporter."

On the other side of the capital of Kerner, in the military building, Kerner opposition leader Walpole said in front of a subordinate with some admiration,

"You know, I really admire him a little bit. Mo, a real reporter."

Walpole said again after looking at the news about the tragedy in Kerner sent out by Modao.

The subordinate next to him looked at Walpole's admiring reaction, hesitated for a moment, and then asked,

"Then, chief, should we let him go?"

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Walpole turned his head from the news, looked at his subordinates, and couldn't help but grin.

Then the smile gradually faded, and he looked directly at his subordinates with the most common disregard for life in his eyes.

The subordinates lowered their heads instinctively.

Then Walpole's voice was heard again,

"For this real reporter, it is natural to arrest him and then kill him."

Walpole turned back and looked at the news reported by Mo Dao and the huge public opinion brought by the news. His eyes were bloodshot, and his words were calm and cruel.

"Understood."

This subordinate, one of the leaders of Kerner's opposition nodded in agreement.

But this subordinate has not left yet.

Another Walpole subordinate knocked on the office door and hurried in.

As Walpole and the two turned their eyes away,

The subordinate handed over an open laptop and said at the same time.

"Chief...at the national federation security meeting, a resolution regarding us came out."

"We are required to stop all massacres and unfair discrimination against other tribes in the country... and we are required to immediately lift the ban on entry and exit of the capital of Kelna and allow media from various countries to enter."

What appears on the laptop is the news that the national federation security meeting passed relevant resolutions.

The decision of the National Federation Plenary Meeting is not binding.

But the resolutions passed by the Security Council are binding... This binding nature is based on the strong force of the five permanent members of the Security Council.

"In addition...at the press conference, the spokesperson of the national federation asked us to ensure the safety of the reporter."

The subordinate said, then paused,

"In addition... China's foreign affairs department has also contacted us. They said that we should have and must have the responsibility to ensure the safety of their reporters from China News Service."

After the subordinate finished speaking, his face turned ugly.

The atmosphere in the entire office was depressing.

The subordinate next to him paused and looked at Walpole again.

"Chief, now..."

Walpole paused for a moment, his eyes became more bloodshot, and he didn't speak for a long time.