A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Luke said expressionlessly, "Just now, Inspector Taylor from the Los Angeles Police Department came over. He insisted that you and I were friends, and that this case was his, not the FBI's. He didn't want me to stay here, so he kicked me out."

The people below the building, and the audience watching their media programs, knew that he had been evicted.

But the people watching the live broadcast didn't know that yet.

them……

They have the right to know the truth.

The deaths of those hostages and the explosion of the building have nothing to do with Luke or his FBI.

The LAPD is to take the blame entirely!

The negotiation expert standing nearby kept gesturing to Lu Ke with his eyes as the robbers began to respond again.

It seems to suggest that he should take the lead in the negotiations.

Luke glanced at the negotiation expert brought by Inspector Taylor and pointed at the guy as Earl got into the car.

"Get him out of here."

"Varied……"

The negotiation expert was stunned. Before he could even speak, Earl grabbed him and shoved him out of the command vehicle.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huaxing in the live broadcast room seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is that right?"

"You can ask Rachel if you don't believe me."

Chen Huaxing turned his gaze to Rachel, who was standing to the side.

Rachel recovered from her initial panic, calmed herself down, and then looked at Chen Huaxing: "It's like this, if the Los Angeles Police Department doesn't transfer the case to the FBI, or if they don't authorize the FBI to participate in local cases, the FBI has no way to get involved in this case."

Chen Huaxing understood.

The happy, working-class people on the West Coast who were watching the show also understood, thanks to Rachel's explanation, why Luke had just left.

It's all the LAPD's fault!

Damn Fuck.

"Ok."

Chen Huaxing said something, and then said with some joy, "I thought you were too heartbroken to talk to me just now because I killed your ex-girlfriend."

Lu Ke said with a smile, "How could that be? I've missed you terribly, my friend. You're overthinking it."

Chen Huaxing burst into laughter.

"That's good. That means our game can continue."

"explain."

Lu Ke crossed his arms and stared at Chen Huaxing on the TV screen, who was as arrogant as could be: "What do you want to play? I'm ready!"

Chen Huaxing smiled and looked down, then looked up at the camera pointing at him, as if he were looking at Lu Ke through the lens.

"I asked you to bring Jia Ying here, do you know how?"

"no problem!"

Luke agreed without hesitation, then said to Earl, "Call Jack and have him bring Ms. Jia Ying here."

Earl nodded, took out his phone from his pocket, and called Jack.

Luke then said directly, "It's about ten kilometers from the FBI to here, and it takes about twenty minutes."

Chen Huaxing said expressionlessly, "You only have ten minutes."

Luke did not compromise: "Have Rachel turn on the navigation and look at the map herself. Ten minutes, you come out and run for ten minutes, I'll try it."

The police officers in the command vehicle and those watching the live broadcast couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines upon hearing Lu Ke's words.

Rachel, who was sitting next to Chen Huaxing, couldn't help but feel a tightness in her chest. She stared intently at Lu Ke's expression after he finished speaking.

Chen Huaxing's face remained expressionless; he simply fixed his gaze on Rachel.

In a panic, Rachel pulled out her phone and quickly navigated to the location of the Federal Building on the map. Then, looking at the red lines that had been drawn all the way, she turned the screen towards Chen Huaxing: "Mr. Chen, the three blocks nearby are already severely congested. It will take forty minutes to get here."

Chen Huaxing remained silent for a moment before looking back at the camera.

"The traffic here is really terrible."

"You caused this. Do you know how low your show's ratings are right now? Do you know how much a 30-second commercial would cost?"

"is it?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huaxing looked at Rachel with some curiosity: "How much money could it be?"

Rachel opened her mouth.

No.

How did we end up talking about advertising again, going from that tense, life-or-death situation we were just in?

Wait a moment.

It seems that before the Los Angeles Police Department intervened, she was arranged to go on an online blind date by the robber.

The atmosphere only became tense after the Los Angeles Police Department arrived.

Damn LAPD.

Rachel's mind raced, but she knew nothing about the problem and could only look to her producer, Patty Finn, for help.

What's the standard amount for our advertising fees?

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Chapter 91: Robbing the Columbia Savings Bank (Seventh Update!!)

Rachel then turned her gaze toward Ms. Patty Finn over there.

Chen Huaxing's gaze followed to Patty Finn, who was not far away.

Patty was also taken aback. Then, she looked at the data on the staff's computer next to her, which did not yet include offline viewership but only showed that the number of real-time online viewers was already approaching that of the Super Bowl. After thinking for a moment, she looked at Chen Huaxing very honestly.

"Now, in thirty seconds, the minimum bid is ten million."

"Wow!"

Upon hearing this number, Chen Huaxing couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then shook his head as if he were talking to Lu Ke: "No wonder some people think the money here is worthless."

Lu Ke did not respond to this question.

"You'll see the person you want downstairs in thirty minutes."

"Ok."

Chen Huaxing shrugged, accepting Lu Ke's timeframe, and then said thoughtfully, "But, is it going to be a bit boring to just wait like this?"

Luke said with a forced smile, "You can come down and wait with me."

Chen Huaxing laughed and didn't respond to Lu Ke's comment. Instead, he looked at Patty and said, "Why don't you play a few commercials?"

Patty was slightly taken aback.

For an instant.

There was a strange feeling that went from the tailbone straight up to the top of the head.

What did she hear?

advertise?

income.

Jesus God, did I hear that right?

Patty frowned, looking at Chen Huaxing with some disbelief.

"Mr. Chen..."

"Aren't there any ads?"

"Do not."

Patty jolted awake and quickly shook her head: "I just can't believe it, really, can we play an ad?"

Chen Huaxing shrugged: "Otherwise, what are we doing sitting here for these thirty minutes? Are we going to drop someone off to play every ten minutes like before?"

Patty quickly shook her head.

"Let's just play commercials."

"I have only one request!"

"You say."

Chen Huaxing thought for a moment and said to Patty, "I just abandoned four people. I can give each of them five million in compensation, which adds up to twenty million. That's about the revenue you get from one minute of advertising. How about that? Is that okay?"

As soon as the words came out.

The white-haired old man who had been leaning against the wall, pretending to be dead, suddenly brightened up and couldn't help but look at Chen Huaxing.

He seemed to really want to say something like, "Should we just throw him down too?"

That's five million!

Let alone the white-haired old man, even if it weren't for the fact that this five million might require risking one's life to obtain, I'm afraid every single one of them would want this money.

Even Lu Ke was tempted.

damn it.

That's five million!

If he didn't only have one life, and if he weren't a public figure, he would have wanted Chen Huaxing to throw him down.

Patty was taken aback when she heard this request.

next second.

Producer Patty Finn, hearing the instructions from the higher-ups through her earpiece, nodded almost without hesitation: "Of course, Mr. Chen, no problem at all."