Son-in-law comes out

He believed that with the intelligence system of the CIA and the Pentagon, when he and his aunt Da Yueer came out of that alley, they were already captured by surveillance cameras. The CIA and the five-star building will soon know he's on Broadway and will take action.But he sat with the goddess for several minutes, and no one from the CIA or the Pentagon came over.

On the outskirts of Huadun City before, the Holy Land lost more than a dozen battle mechs, and the fire fighters carrying the aircraft were almost dead. That battle was a heavy loss and severely damaged the strength of the Holy Land.However, he didn't believe that the Holy Land was so powerful. After all, Amello had operated on this earth for more than two billion years, so it was impossible for him to be so weak.

It stands to reason that Amello and Yana would know that he and his aunt Da Yueer are here sooner than the CIA and the Pentagon, so why no action?

At this moment, the information of the apocalypse was transmitted from the mycelium of Tiansha into the portable furnace of Dazi, and then it was processed and presented in his mind: Sir, I just intercepted a call to the police, and the person who called the police just now At 2 o'clock, it is Black Silk Booker's software engineer.Should I let his telecommunication signal go, or just dispose of it?

Li Zian's consciousness issued an order: Let it go, it's useless for you to stop it, our enemies already knew we were coming.You monitor the skies, and if a missile strikes, tell me right away.

Apocalyptic Message: Yes, sir.

He came here to cause trouble, to build the reputation of Tianxia Kingdom, to lure Amello and Yana to show up, and to drink coffee with the goddess, which is secondary.Falling in love in a coffee house has never been his favorite option. He prefers the groves by the Songjiang River, such as him and Du Linlin.Or in the room of the Peninsula Hotel, such as him and Taozi.

The software engineer from Black Silk Booker finished calling the police, pretended to watch the news on his mobile phone, and secretly took a photo of Li Zian and his aunt Da Yueer.

Li Zian pretended not to see it.

He also knew that in less than a minute, the photos of him and his aunt Da Yueer drinking coffee here, as well as the slanderous content, would spread in the online world.

His thinking suddenly stopped here, and a thought flashed through his mind, he said: "Goddess, that Amello who appeared several times is just a holographic projection, do you think he will really hide in the virtual world? "

"There is such a possibility, so we have to find its hardware and destroy it." Auntie Dayueer said.

"Before I came here, I used Tiancang to search for clues and found more than 3000 million possible hardware locations. How can this be destroyed?" Li Zian had two heads, one big.

Gu Shi Da Yueer said: "Don't worry, you are so young, you have plenty of time, 2000 years if you can't do it in 2000 years, 5000 years if you can't do it in [-], you can always wipe it out."

Li Zian: "..."

Today, 5000 years ago, he drank coffee with the goddess on Broadway in Twisting City. 5000 years later, he revisited the hometown of the goddess and taught the locals how to use rock tools.Later, the couple became the gods of the people of the lighthouse and hung on the wall together.

At this time, a group of people came in from the door.



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Chapter 1569 The Siege of a Group of Scumbags

The group of people entered the coffee shop and walked straight to the table of Li Zian and Gu Shi Da Yue'er.

But those people were not agents of the CIA, soldiers of the National Guard, mercenaries of the Road Company, or fire fighters of the Holy Land, but a group of media reporters with cameras, video cameras and recording pens.

This situation surprised Li Zian, but it was expected.

In the military, gangs form gangs for deterrence, and then use the media to spread rumors, discredit opponents, create internal conflicts, and then detonate color movements. This method has already harmed many countries.

Now, it is the turn of Tianxia Guo to learn this method.

The media reporters who came here did not have any familiar faces, but the LOGOs on the equipment they held were all familiar faces, such as BBC, CNN, Fox News, Walton Post, Reuters, ABC, NBC, CBS and so on.

"It's the same trick again, I'm going to make a move." Gu Shi Da Yue'er's voice was very cold, and she was about to lower her hand on the table.

This is a sign to draw the sword.

Li Zian hastily stretched out his hand and grabbed Aunt Da Yueer's wrist: "Goddess, calm down, if you kill these reporters, you will fall into the tricks of Amello and Yana. Our country is a state of etiquette. Although the country is small, the temperament must have the temperament of a big country, let me handle it."

Auntie Da Yueer pulled her hand, but Li Zian held it tightly and didn't pull it out.

"Let go, I won't draw the sword." Gushi Da Yue'er said.

Only then did Li Zian let go of his hand.

The group of reporters gathered around, and some of them had already started taking pictures.

Neither the waiter nor the owner of the coffee shop came over, obviously receiving instructions from a certain "Mr. Key".

Li Zian gave Tianqi an order in his consciousness: Tianqi, immediately search for those who have expressed opposition to the hegemony of the lighthouse on social media, especially those who are just and anti-war in the third world, overseas students and diplomats, etc. You send them a message , let them rush over.You tell them that Tianxia Kingdom will hold a press conference here to expose the dark side of the lighthouse.

The Big Lazy Portable Furnace processed the information from Apocalypse: Okay, sir, I have started to search social media and information about relevant people, but I don’t think they know Tianxiaguo, and there must not be many people who can come.

No one would even come, it just put its words on the line.

Li Zian sent a consciousness instruction: You just say that Li Zian, the master of the florist, held a press conference on Broadway in the afternoon, calling for the participation of proletarian friends.

Apocalypse complied.

"Mr. Li Zian, what are you doing on Broadway?" A reporter holding a microphone with the CNN logo came to the coffee table. He didn't care about Li Zian's feelings at all, and directly handed the microphone to Li Zian's mouth.

No wonder Li Zian opened his mouth to say something, and he said another sentence: "I received a news report saying that Broadway would suffer a terrorist attack. As the number one terrorist wanted by the Lighthouse Government, you are sitting here so blatantly, compared to the upcoming The terrorist attack that happened has something to do with you, right?"

Explanation?

Non-existent, underworld filters, random shit basins, these are CNN's forte and inherent style.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Zian's mouth: "I'm just having a cup of coffee with my friends here. It's impolite for you to gather around all of a sudden, isn't it?"

"Mr. Li, please don't evade my question. I'm not afraid of you. If I dare to come here, I already have the determination to go to heaven." The CNN reporter looked righteous.

Li Zian kept a smile on his face: "Are you sure you will go to heaven? People who often tell lies will go to hell as far as I know."

"Mr. Lee, please answer my question, is the upcoming terrorist attack your revenge against the free world?"

Li Zian sneered: "I attacked your sister."

The CNN reporter said excitedly: "My God! You are really an evil person. My sister is so kind and cute. You actually want to attack her!"

Li Zian: "..."

This is the face of a standard CNN.

Ka Ka Ka!

An electronic flash flashes.

An ABC news host said excitedly to his colleague's camera: "The audience in front of the TV, did you hear that? This demon actually threatened a reporter in public and wanted to attack his sister! At this moment, the torch in the hands of the Statue of Liberty is faltering. , the will of the free world has been challenged! Doesn’t this city have a single warrior who dares to stop the evil?”

The previous words are normal, after all, it is the tradition of the lighthouse press, but the last sentence is not normal, it is instigating people watching her show to "jihad"!

The situation became clear at once.

In Huadun City before, so many National Guard soldiers died, as well as CIA agents and police, tanks, chariots, Holy Land's field mechs and fighter planes failed to kill him. This is Broadway, It is impossible for the opponent to use missiles to bomb, so they changed their routine. ABC is the No. [-] News Corporation in Beacon. Its reporters openly launched a "jihad". Those who came must be red-necked, gangsters, or anti-intellectual fools with their heads washed up. They came to kill with rifles and pistols. Him, how did he fix it?

Kill those who came to kill him, live broadcast him slaughtering the common people in the lighthouse, instantly earning his notoriety as the number one terrorist in the world.

Don't kill him, those bloody rednecks, gang members and anti-intellectual idiots shoot him with a gun, he is not a plastic target.

Li Zian glanced at his aunt Da Yue'er, and said, "One more time."

These words have no beginning and no end, making people unable to understand, but my aunt Da Yueer nodded her head.

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Zian's mouth. He simply stood up, straightened his coat, and said, "Be quiet first, and listen to me."

No one paid him any attention.

A BBC reporter said: "Mr. Li, you are the most evil and shameless terrorist I have ever seen. This is a lighthouse, a place of freedom and peace, the hope of this world, but you keep hurting it, you Isn't there a trace of kindness in your soul?"

Li Zian smiled: "I think you should tell the truth, I can't help laughing when you say that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the BBC reporter's eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and then he said again: "What I said is indeed a lie, I want to tell the truth. The lighthouse is actually a country established by a group of slave owners. It has been established for more than 200 years. There has been no war for more than ten years, except for these ten years, the lighthouse is bombing other people's land every day, killing people who disagree..."

The coffee shop was suddenly quiet.

A large group of reporters who came on order looked at the BBC buddies with astonishment.

Nima, are you high on drugs?

How many packs of medicine to eat like this?



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Chapter 1570 I'm killing you

But the BBC reporter faced doubts from a large group of colleagues, and even angry eyes, he didn't stop, but continued without hesitation.

"The culture of this country is a bandit culture. The secretary of state of a country even publicly declared that we steal, we lie, and we rob. If this is not a bandit country, what is it?"

"Enough is enough! You idiot!" The most active CNN reporter became furious, and suddenly punched the BBC reporter in the face.

The BBC reporter staggered and fell to the ground. Li Zian hurriedly reached out to support him, and said a word of concern: "Comrade, well done, you are the clear stream among this group of scum, and I represent the majority of the proletarians." The class salutes you! Hold your fists and fight with a group of liars and dehumanized scum!"

These words were actually spoken to the Goddess.

My aunt, Da Yue'er, controlled the brain of the BBC reporter, but she was too innocent, and even listened to his words, so she would definitely not be able to say them.In this case, it is necessary for him to remind her what to do next.

Sure enough, as soon as he reminded her, the goddess knew what to do.

"Ah! I'll kill you, you lackey of capitalism!" The BBC reporter roared, and rushed forward bravely, grabbing the CNN reporter's neck with both hands.

The two reporters scuffled together.

The rest of the reporters were all stunned.

It is indeed dangerous to come here to face the master flower growers this time, and there is a real risk of losing your head, but the rewards are also high. Various companies have offered a bonus of 5 US dollars, as well as promises of promotion and salary increase .For those who are in urgent need of money, $5 can solve their urgent needs, and for those who are not in a hurry to use money, a promotion and salary increase can be expected in the future.There must be a brave man under a heavy reward, so those who can come here are those who have the guts and dare to gamble.

It went very smoothly, after all, they read this kind of script every day.Discrediting flower growers has nothing to do with belief or conscience, it's just work.In fact, they are the same as the Eastern European girls who used to set up stalls in the alleys and perform arts. They all work with their mouths and exchange money for food.However, a traitor suddenly appeared in the team and smeared the lighthouse in public, this is not enough!

Damn you, if you slander the Lighthouse in public like this, who else do we ask for bonuses, promotions and salary increases!

"He's crazy!"

"He must have been bought by a flower grower!"

"Despicable! Shameful! Huh tui!"

"Get him out!"

"Bastard! You're done, you'll regret it!"

There was a sound of curses.

But the BBC warrior didn't care how those colleagues cursed him at all. He held down the CNN colleague and swung his fist the size of a sandbag to beat him on the head.

The unlucky CNN guy had his teeth knocked out, his nose was crooked, and his glasses on the bridge of his nose were shattered, with shards of glass lodged in his eye sockets, and blood pouring out.Seeing that something was wrong, the two colleagues who came together rushed up and hugged the BBC reporter, pressing him to the ground.

Auntie Da Yueer ended her control over the BBC reporter just in time, picked up the cup gracefully, drank a small piece of coffee, and then frowned slightly.

actually...

No sugar!

"Turn off the live broadcast!"

"The main station cut off the signal!"

"Something went wrong, something went wrong, deal with it immediately..."

A large group of journalists messed up.

"Let go of me, what are you holding me for? Let me go!" The BBC reporter came to his senses.

"Fakyou!" The man who was holding him down with his knee raised his big fist and slammed it hard on his temple.

Boom!

The friend of the proletariat, the reporter of the BBC, passed out in the dark.

Just at this time, a large group of people entered the door.

Some are diplomats from the Middle East, some are international students from the third world, and some self-media, big V, etc. are active on social platforms, and there are quite a few of them.These people are different from these traditional Western media reporters. They don't have much professional equipment, and most of them just hold a mobile phone with a stand to take pictures.

"What are you doing? Don't shoot!"

"Get out! Get out!"

"Who are you? Who allowed you to film this?"

The group of reporters took offense one after another.

A self-media person said: "We received an invitation and rushed over to attend the Tianxiaguo press conference. Is there any problem?"

A diplomat from the Middle East said: "The public has the right to know, if you can come, why can't we come?"

"Who invited you here? Get out!"

"Who gave you the public's right to know? None of you are lighthouse people, this is a lighthouse, and only lighthouse people have the right to know!" An ABC news anchor plausibly argued.

The two sides quarreled furiously.

This is the effect Li Zian wanted.

Those self-media broadcast live broadcasts, and the faces of these western media reporters were presented on the Internet in 360 degrees without any dead ends.