Chapter 77 Chapter 76

Chinet McCree trotted along.She got the shot she'd only dreamed of in her life. McLee struggles across St. Peter's Square, trying to squeeze her way through the closing crowd, but the camera sinks like an anchor.Everyone seemed to be running in the opposite direction from her...that was the direction the riot was happening.McCree wished she could escape every day.The man in the tweed jacket saw her, and now she felt that the others were chasing her, and though she could not see them, she could feel them closing in on her from all directions. Due to the bloody picture just taken, Ma Keli still has lingering fears.She thought that it might be that person who died.The mysterious call that Glick received suddenly seemed less absurd.

Just as she was hurrying towards the BBC interview car, a young man with a resolute military look flashed out of the crowd and blocked her way.They faced each other for four days, and both stopped in their tracks.He raised the walkie-talkie quickly and said a few words, then walked towards her slowly.McCree turned around immediately, bent over and got into the crowd.My heart was beating fast. She was in the crowd and pulled out the video tape from the camera.She thought to herself, this tooth is more precious than gold.Then she pinned the videotape behind her belt, covering it with the hem of her coat.For the first time, she was thankful that she had brought an extra.Glick, where the hell is this guy?Another soldier appeared to her right, slowly approaching her.McCree realized immediately that she was running out of time.She hurriedly squeezed sideways into the crowd, took out a blank tape from her purse, and stuffed it into the camera with a "snap".Then she prayed to God to bless her.

It was only thirty yards from the BBC interview van.Two men stopped her suddenly and crossed their arms across their chests.This time she really had nowhere to go. "Hand over the tape," one snapped. "Hurry up." McCree took a step back, wrapping her arms around the camera. "No way." One of them lifted his jacket to reveal a gun. McCree yelled: "Then shoot." After speaking, even she herself was amazed at her bravery. "Hurry up and hand over the videotape." The first person repeated. Where the hell is Glick?McCree stamped her feet anxiously, and shouted to the two of them: "I am a professional producer of the BBC! According to Article 12 of the Freedom of the Press Act, this videotape belongs to the BBC!"

The two men did not back down, but the one with the gun took a step forward, "Said I am a lieutenant of the Swiss Guards. The sacred decree of the land you stand on stipulates that in this case, we have right to search and seize you." At this time, a group of people gathered around them to watch. McLee exclaimed, "I would never have given you the tapes without getting in touch with the editor in London. I suggest you..." Before she could finish speaking, one of them snatched the camera from her hand, while the other forcibly grabbed her arm, buckled it behind her back, and escorted her towards the Holy See. "Laoyang," he yelled, pushing her through the crowd of onlookers.

McCree prayed they didn't do the body search, or the tape would be lost.If she can manage to keep the tape, maybe... Suddenly, something unexpected happened.Someone in the crowd fumbled under her coat and yanked the tape away.She turned, but immediately swallowed back the words she was about to blurt.Behind her, a panting Glick winks at her and disappears into the crowd.