The monster villain of the extraordinary world

Chapter 65 More Guns
boom! ! !
A burst of gunshots broke the silence in the studio.

The heartbeat of the audience was almost knocked out, and they saw the showman holding a pistol and gesturing at Zhan Chengrong's face, and suddenly he pulled the trigger and fired.

A splash of blood exploded, and the lump of tumor-like hyperplasia on Zhan Chengrong's face was blown away.

And the nose of this former bald man was also smashed to pieces, and his face was covered with scars and blood.

"Ugh..." Zhan Chengrong wailed in agony and with no clear meaning, covering his face with his hands, shaking violently all over his body.

Death did not take him, because death cannot take a man who is already dead.

Only Zhan Chengrong himself understands the feeling of being blasted at this moment.

Over there, Lei Yue turned around, raised the second-generation Pioneer in his hand, pointed at the fleshy elephant in front, and shot again and again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
He moved closer to the elephant, shooting as he went.

No matter how ferocious and roaring the elephant was, how it waved its tusks and legs, he continued to walk up and shoot.

boom! !The battered elephant fell to the ground with a bang, and then exploded, turning into rotting flesh and blood, splashing the bald head full of foul smell.

"Good showman, you, you..."

Zhan Chengrong stared at his eyes covered with blood and flesh, and made a vague, choked, messy voice...

From just now to now, not long has passed, but the various shocks he has received are too heavy, and his mind is about to be washed away.

When confronting the elephant, the playful boy and him made different choices.

This scene... Life is like a play, but it cannot be repeated.

Suddenly, the producers, assistants, editors and others, before recovering from the gunshot, were surprised to see this middle-aged man crying like crazy.

Zhan Chengrong, who has always had a poisonous tongue, no mercy and self-pity, cried for the first time in many years in front of so many viewers who broke the program's ratings record, crying heartbreakingly.

All the staff members were able to move, looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't help but feel delighted to see the ratings curve rising again.

They knew it was worth it, the boss's right foot and nose, the horror, the crying...everything was worth it.

But they didn't know that it was Zhan Chengrong who was crying back then.

At this time, everyone saw the young man in black who was leading the show, approaching the camera lens. None of them dared to move or talk nonsense, and they just kept the state of puppets.

And the showman, looking straight at the broken lens, as if looking at every audience, said in a rustling voice:

"Guns, I need more guns."

Immediately, the entire Furong Square erupted into loud shouts, and the air was burning. It seemed that everyone's gunpowder barrels were ignited and exploded.

In the crowd, many people also took out pistols, rifles, submachine guns, etc., all kinds of guns.

These young people dressed in street styles such as rock, punk, and heavy metal scrambled to raise their guns at the good actors on the big screen, responding to his request.

They have guns in their hands, and they are guns themselves.

They felt a suffocation that they had held back for too long, and they all burst out in boiling.

Some people were so excited that they could hardly stand still, and they looked at each other, wanting to throw their heads up and shout:
"We are crazy!"

"In the eyes of the elephant, we're all gun-wielding lunatics, trash, losers, and that's right, because we are!"

"This world is not ours, but those people's; the future is not ours, but those people's!"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

"We're all good actors, we need more guns!!!"

Mania is contagious, madness can spread.

Jiang Meier and other reporters stared at the surroundings, and the photographers photographed the surroundings, clearly seeing how this madness was set off.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Suddenly, gunshots rang out and people started shooting into the sky.

Every face of the cops patrolling the square became serious and serious, and a large number of people began to gather and walked towards the crowd in groups.

Almost all TV channels, except for the studio of the Truth Daily Channel, split the screen and broadcast "breaking news" at the same time.

Spreading the first entertainment, Jiang Meier faced the camera, behind was the shouting crowd, and gunshots continued to ring out.

She kept her face from showing any excitement, and said seriously:

"Breaking news, the showman who just appeared on the stage has caused a new riot, and Furong Square is heading for chaos."

The people around shouted endlessly, Huang Ziqiang looked around in a daze, the young men and women were frightened, they didn't understand.

Whether it's the boy with curly hair, the girl with glasses...or Yang Yinuo who also came.

No matter where they were in the ecological chain of the class before.

Huang Ziqiang found that everyone was just like him at this time, bewildered and at a loss, and couldn't even say a complete sentence:
"Lei Yue, now he..."

"Is that person really Lei Yue..."

"Lei Yue, is that Lei Yue?"

……

The Dongzhou headquarters of Sai Teng Entertainment Department is located in a skyscraper with dozens of floors, and all departments have not yet been settled in and sorted out.

At this time, in a spacious office, dozens of people were also watching the live broadcast on the wall-mounted large screen, and there was no sound.

Mike, the general manager of Dongzhou, was also there. This middle-aged man was wearing a gray suit, black tie, and black leather shoes, looking very mature and stable.

But now, Mike's hand holding the phone to make a call couldn't help shaking slightly.

The company appointed him as the general manager of Dongzhou to take full charge of "Dongzhou Night". This is the opportunity he got after years of hard work in Saito.

Dongzhou Night must be done well, and Saito must win, so that he and everyone in this office are eligible to continue to be promoted.

Otherwise, it would just keep falling, falling, falling into the utility room in the basement.

Everything was going well, especially after discovering a super rookie like "No.1"...

"No. 1" not only can shine in Eastern State, but also has the potential to enter the superhero queue of the headquarters.

but now……

It is still impossible to ask the headquarters to arrange those old heroes to do things, otherwise they will be caught by some truly independent media and scolded that they are bullying newcomers.

Moreover, then he would be too incompetent, even if the problem was solved, there would be no chance of promotion.

The only one the headquarters allowed him to call was the vaudeville professor.

At this time, after a few beeps, the phone was connected.

"Xiao Hua, enough is enough." Mike said in a deep voice, "We have seen your strength, let the good actors stop immediately!"

On the TV screen, the showman walked around the studio with a pistol, but did not leave.

"Hey, who's your name? My friends call me Sister Hua." A woman's voice came from the phone.

"Sister Hua..." Mike just wanted to solve this matter, so he respected the tone of this former subordinate, and said:

"Let's make a bargaining chip, you know, want money? Give money. House? Car? Give; beauty? Handsome guy? Give. Anything.

"Whatever we can satisfy, we will satisfy you."

"Who are you? You are not my friend. What is your name, Sister Hua?" Sister Hua said angrily.

Mike's face turned black suddenly, not because of the other party's teasing, but because of the meaning represented by the other party's attitude.

"Xiaohua, have you thought it through clearly, to fight against us? Have you really thought it through!?"

With a crackle, the call was hung up.

Mike took a deep breath again and again, looking at the large wall screen:

Zhan Chengrong was crying bitterly, the streets were commotion, the showman danced unhurriedly towards the camera, and sang a song:
"How many rivers do we have to cross before we can talk to the boss?
"Everything we gain is everything we lose!"

Mike focused his eyes, adjusted and twisted the tie in front of his neck, and said to the subordinates without emotion:
"Then open fire in full force, inform our old opponents, let's work together, and destroy this kid.

"Let the vaudeville professor go to that studio right now in the name of saving Zhan Chengrong, and give the showman some good shows in front of all the audience."

(End of this chapter)