Brother Long is not very clear about what this so-called "combat meeting" is about.

He could only see that most of the people participating in the meeting were relatively young, and many of them even looked as young as if they had just come out of college, with a touch of excitement on their faces.

"Are we going to be on TV?"

"Hmph, that's right, come here and let my sister, who has been an anchor, teach you what to do next to make yourselves photogenic."

"Sister Ji, please look at my face for me. I haven't slept well in the past two days. There seems to be something wrong..."

"Don't be anxious, Jingwen. The prophet said this time that the filming content will be edited later, so there is no need to be too nervous. But if it comes to it, my knife is unlikely to be photographed."

"Do you need help with your makeup?"

"No!" "No, no, no!" "I...I don't think it's necessary."

These people gathered there and were very lively, and they seemed to be in sharp contrast to Brother Long, who was currently timid.

In addition to these people, there were also some people in military uniforms sitting on chairs, seemingly pulling the arm of a young man.

The young man held the phone tightly with both hands, and when his arm was pulled, he let out a monster-like howl: "Wait, wait! I can get over this monster right away! Give me another ten minutes! Ah! This game can't be done

Saved!!”

There is a large display screen above the young man's head, and two men can be seen in the display screen. One is wearing a stiff formal suit, his face is expressionless, simple and strong, and his eyebrows are as sharp as a knife's sheath; the other man

Sitting in a wheelchair, covering his eyes, it seemed that he couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him.

The people in these two screens probably have high status. Although there is no clear symbol, their temperament and posture still make Brother Long feel like this.

But perhaps it was because the young man playing mobile games was so out of place that the two of them seemed a little out of sorts.

The scene suddenly took on the appearance of a chaotic dance of demons.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Brother Long glanced hesitantly at the prophet next to him.

The prophet seemed to know in advance what he was going to ask, and just said calmly: "Let's shoot, starting from now on."

“These will become precious historical records in the future,” he said. “Even if they are meaningless, it’s not bad to keep them as a thought.”

Listening to his words, Brother Long could only shake his head.

Gritting his teeth, he turned on the camera, then crouched in the corner with his whole body hanging next to him, looking at his nose, nose and heart, like a harmless potted plant.

Brother Long was not very clear about what the content of this meeting was about. He could only hear that these people seemed to be arranging the next schedule, intending to ensure that nothing went wrong through advance deployment.

Among these people, although the prophet didn't say much, Brother Long could see that among everyone present, he was the one who made the decision.

Whether it was the group of young people who had any questions, or the guy whose limbs were torn and still playing mobile games had any opinions, they would eventually look at the "prophet", as if wanting to get a response from him.

And Brother Long also saw clearly that every time the prophet faced such a problem, he first remained silent.

After a period of time, he would slowly say some lines that made people confused, and then start to make corresponding arrangements in response to those people's questions and opinions.

It is as if the prophet is the brain of this group of people, any reaction needs to go through him, otherwise it will not be able to convince others at all.

This must be some big shot.

Brother Long was thinking this in his mind while playing with the camera.

Although he looks a bit unsmiling, the mysterious temperament of the other party still makes people feel that his identity is definitely extraordinary.

Under the blessing of such thoughts, Brother Long remembered the promise made by the prophet before, "We will protect you." His originally uneasy heart relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but feel at ease.

No matter what, a big shot like the other party would not deceive him casually...

With this idea in mind, Brother Long perfectly fulfilled the responsibility of a "potted plant man" - recording this combat meeting from beginning to end.

He didn't know whether these images would be released in the future, or whether these materials would really be engraved in history as the prophet said. Such things were too far away, and he didn't have time to think about them now.

Brother Long just feels a little hungry now.

He recalled that when he came here from Linjiang City, he seemed to have just had some lunch in a hurry. Before he was full, he was urgently notified to gather, and then he took a car for several hours all the way to Xinhai City.

After such a long drive, coupled with the constant anxiety, when he really relaxed, Brother Long's stomach started to growl.

Coincidentally, at this time, the combat meeting seemed to have almost come to an end.

As a spectator, Brother Long felt that this combat meeting did not achieve the specified effect.

For some reason, Brother Long felt that the arrangement of this combat meeting seemed a little rough.

Many people raised their own questions and opinions, but it seemed that there were still many unresolved problems. At the end of the meeting, many people frowned and seemed to have many questions.

However, the prophet calmly announced that this combat meeting was over, and then walked to Brother Long and looked at him calmly: "Mr. Chen is probably hungry. Please come with me and I will take you to the cafeteria."

"Ah? Ah, oh." Brother Long nodded subconsciously and glanced at the two screens behind him.

The two people on the screen were looking at the prophet's back with deep eyes.

Patting his cheek, Brother Long didn't say anything, but just followed the prophet towards the canteen.

On the way, the prophet suddenly said: "Mr. Chen's equipment, is it accurate enough to be waterproof and cope with bad weather?"

ah?

Brother Long was slightly startled.

He turned his head and glanced at the prophet's profile, but only saw half of his face.

The other half of the face is hidden in the shadow where the sunlight cannot reach it, making it so dark that it makes people feel creepy.

He hesitated for a while and then said: "Okay."

Brother Long still knows very well about his baby.

Hearing this, the prophet nodded: "That's good."

"Then I hope that no matter what happens next, Mr. Chen must stick to your professional creed."

The prophet said, putting his finger to his lips: "No matter what happens, please record it. Even if it is a scene that will make you terrified, please always remember - set up the camera."

He looked straight at Brother Long with his deep eyes: "This is my only request."

I don't know why, even though it was still daytime, under the direct gaze of those eyes, Brother Long felt a suffocation that was close to... fear.

It was as if when he was peering into the abyss, he could vaguely see countless pairs of skeleton bones stretching out from under the abyss, wrapping around his body in the quiet night, pulling him down little by little...

He vaguely noticed that the pure white ring on the prophet's raised finger lit up with a long white light.

White light escaped from the vicinity of the ring, clinging to Brother Long's body like a mist, slowly seeping into his brain.

In just one second, Brother Long felt a little dizzy.

He felt as if his voice was mumbling in his sleep: "Ah, I...I know. I will."

After getting the answer he wanted, the prophet nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"The canteen is right in front," he looked at Brother Long and said calmly, "Mr. Chen can go have a meal."

"Next is your rest time. You can officially join the operation tomorrow morning," the prophet said, "but during this time, please also guide my subordinates on how to use the equipment."

After saying these words, he turned around and left, just like an iceberg moving away from the ship, and the turbulent waves gradually calmed down.

Only Brother Long stood there, breathing heavily as if he had regained air.

Only then did he realize that without even realizing it, his back was covered in cold sweat!

Gently wiping the sweat on his forehead, Brother Long's expression was a little bitter: "I always feel that this job is not easy to do..."

Sighing, Brother Long straightened his face again and walked into the cafeteria.

Even if it’s not easy to do, you still have to do it.

After eating, he took several of his team members and went to find those who needed guidance as mentioned by the prophet before.

Not surprisingly, these people are the young people who were reunited in the conference room before.

It's funny to say that these young people basically didn't reveal their real names when reporting their families, but instead used a name similar to a "code name".

Some are called "Red Lotus Walker", some are called "Blood Rose", and some are called "Recorder". They sound weird and varied.

Although he felt very happy in his heart, Brother Long still had a sullen face and did not show his emotions on his face.

He tried his best to instruct these people how to use the equipment, just like instructing his own juniors. No matter what problems arise, he will guide them carefully.

These young people learn things very quickly, and it didn't take long for them to figure it out. They may not be very professional, but at least there are no major problems in the records.

This made Brother Long very happy.

After giving some pointers to these people's problems at the end, Brother Long yawned.

He glanced at the time and realized that it was almost twelve o'clock before he knew it.

Scratching his head, Brother Long said awkwardly: "How about... just do this for today?"

He is not the same as these young people. They have a lot of energy, but now Brother Long feels that he is weak.

If he were two years younger, he might still be able to survive with these people, but now he just wants to squeeze his thermos cup tightly and put a handful of wolfberries in it.

These young people nodded with contentment, and then returned the equipment to Brother Long and his team members.

Holding the equipment in his hand, Long E took these people back to his room - someone had previously led them to visit several row houses, and then told them that this was where they lived.

The room was pretty good, although I'm not sure why the comrade who came to notify me had a weird expression, but at least all the basic facilities were complete, and it looked like a hotel.
To be continued...