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Chapter 310 Bullock's Interview
After that, a while passed.

Eddie Brock knocked on the door at the exact time, and He Nan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately opened the door to welcome him in.

Soon after, the interview process began.

The feeling of being interviewed by Bullock is quite relaxed and pleasant.

After all, they are acquaintances, so they don't face the pressure of other reporters.

Moreover, Bullock has a relatively good character, and many of the questions he raises are not malicious in presupposing positions. He is a rare reporter who interviews from a completely neutral perspective.

It can be seen that he just wants to record the truth and present it to everyone.

only……

"Let me confirm, Brock." After Ho Nan finished the interview, he asked curiously, "The content of your interview will be reviewed later, right?"

"Sure." Bullock nodded: "There are editors and proofreaders, and the boss must also approve it."

"Then will they forcibly change the contents inside?"

"...Yes, occasionally. For example, they feel that it is inappropriate to disclose some content, and some text reports want to change the wording or make some deletions to quietly misinterpret the original meaning." Bullock also seemed extremely distressed by this: "I I will try my best to publish it as it is, but sometimes there is really no way.”

"Understood." He Nan expressed his understanding helplessly: "Just keep it as it is as much as possible...Can I see what you just wrote?"

"Of course." Bullock turned the laptop over and handed it to them: "If there is anything wrong or if you want to add something, you can feel free to mention it."

"No, no. It's all good." He Nan looked it over and found that there was nothing wrong with it. Seeing that Shirley beside him thought so too, he returned the computer to him: "Okay, Brock... what do you think of this interview?" How effective can it be? Can it successfully increase people's awareness of crisis?"

"Honestly...it will work. But it may be quite difficult to encourage people to spontaneously support the curfew." Bullock shook his head, with a pessimistic attitude: "You know, some New Yorkers discriminate against the Bronx, Seems like it's poor and dangerous, sparsely populated, outlying suburb for the downtrodden. What's going on in the Bronx and the outer suburbs in that direction, they don't care much about... everything It will be blamed on the fact that the place sucks, so it’s no wonder what happens. And the voice of the naysayer is always the harshest, and it will incite too many doubts in the hearts of too many people who originally supported it.”

"That's right. As long as they can make them feel that they have seen through the concept of government conspiracy, it is easy to get a wide range of supporters. Besides, it is politically incorrect to support a curfew, because it violates what they call 'civil liberties'." Xue Li also sat beside He Nan with black tea and ginger water, and sarcastically agreed: "There is nothing we can do about it, and I don't think there is any need to worry about their lives. We have a clear conscience when we do this... ...Then if they are willing to die freely outside without listening to advice, then that will fulfill them. No matter how many times they die, it has nothing to do with us."

"...They are all New Yorkers anyway, I still hope they can wake up." Eddie Brock's tone was a bit bitter: "It's a good thing to have fewer casualties."

"...But in fact, there are some people who don't listen to persuasion." He Nan shook his head: "The more you do and the more sincere you speak, the less they will believe it. In other words, they object for the sake of opposition, habitual Oppose. Let this kind of people go. Only by dying can the human genetics be purified. Their way of thinking determines that these people should be eliminated individuals. If they really want to save New York, they must learn to let go .That's their wish fulfilled, right? Great job!"

"...Maybe." Bullock smiled bitterly: "Hey...forget it. Let's not talk about this... By the way, I still want to ask you about my wife's case, okay? I know you asked me to wait for the news , but I just can't help worrying every day."

"Well, I understand. If this happened to me, I wouldn't feel at ease." He Nan nodded sympathetically after hearing what he said: "However, our current information is indeed too sensitive, so it's really inconvenient to tell you. ...Tomorrow night, we will take action. Please wait a little longer? After tomorrow night, we will let you know what new progress we have."

"Okay..." Bullock's expression was full of sadness and distress: "Oh, and...Miss Shirley, I checked the trophy as you said."

"And then?" Shirley caught a glimpse of him taking out a small thing from his pocket, and chuckled lightly: "As expected..."

"Is this a bug?" Bullock looked at the two uneasily: "I found it from the trophy base...it's stuck in it."

"Yes." He Nan watched Shirley take it over and observed it carefully: "You broke it, didn't you?"

"Yes. I smashed it flat with a hammer. It turned out to be bigger than this one." Eddie Brock's tone was a little frightened: "It's hard to believe that I have been bugged for so long... Could it be that my wife's disappearance also Has something to do with it?"

"Probably not directly related... At least they don't need to wiretap your wife to confirm her itinerary if they want to kidnap your wife. Anne Weiying's commute to and from work is very fixed, just follow it a little bit." He Nan remembered the time at the Ava Club He frowned at the content of the eavesdropping: "In short, your wife was indeed kidnapped because the gangster wanted to retaliate against you. Although we can't say, but we have found the exact information... If you really suspect that it is a trophy wiretapping problem, then Tell me about whether you said anything sensitive at home that might be hated by criminals before your wife disappeared."

"...No, no." Eddie Brock looked blank: "I wouldn't talk about this kind of thing at home... In order not to involve Annie, I didn't tell her whether I was looking for something dangerous again. intelligence."

"Then who are you scolding?" Shirley added and asked: "For example, if you have nothing to do at home, you can say bad things about a certain gang leader, and it can take an hour at every turn."

"No...maybe occasionally, but it's definitely not that exaggerated." Hearing Shirley say this, Bullock looked extremely helpless: "I think those gangsters must know that they will be scolded by many people for what they do? As for Because I just scolded them a few times to do this kind of thing..."

"...Okay." He Nan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Then let me ask you again...have you ever heard of a chess master?"

"I've heard of it." Brock replied.

"Then have you checked his affairs?"

"No……"

"Where's Basil Homer?" He Nan tried to say the chess master's real name.

"……nor."

"Then, the White Swan Orphanage?"

(End of this chapter)