Suddenly, Pascal's eyes fell on the senior reporter, and at this time, in the eyes of everyone, from the position of the door, an armored warrior walked in unhurriedly, oh! It should be said that it was a member of the security team of the town, but they were all dressed like this, which made people feel unusually powerful and majestic from a visual point of view, and then they couldn't help but feel a little timid and cowardly in their hearts, and they didn't dare to resist their majesty.

And it's not a security guard, but several security guards, at this time there are still a little bit of ideas among the people, and now they have completely disappeared, even if they have an absolute advantage in numbers, but they are deeply aware that in terms of combat effectiveness, there is absolutely no way to compare with the security guards in the town, not to mention that the other party is a well-trained warrior, just that armor, not their bare hands can break through the defense.

It only took a few people to block the door, and none of them wanted to run, and they didn't know how many security guards existed outside.

Even if it's just these people in front of you, it's just easy to settle them, and the people present are very clear about the town's public security regulations, which is definitely super slanderous, and if you dare to resist or something, the end is definitely super tragic.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Thinking about this, everyone is honest and well-behaved, just like a kindergarten child who is being reprimanded by a teacher, and its degree of honesty is definitely more than several times more honest than when a senior reporter made nonsense on stage.

"This gentleman" The senior reporter endured the other party's gaze, his whole body was uncomfortable, his body stiffened and he didn't speak, and even his breathing became a little difficult, and he reluctantly spoke.

"Pascal!" Bhaskar began.

"Okay, Mr. Carr!" The senior reporter corrected his words, so he could only call the other party's surname if he was not too familiar with each other, of course, he wanted to call the other party's first name even more, so that the two sides had a sense of closeness, but the senior reporter did not have the guts.

"Sit down, sit down, everyone sit down, you're tired from standing, let's all sit down and talk!" Pascal didn't care much about the senior reporter's appearance, waving his hands to signal to the people present, and the next Pascal walked to the seat where the senior reporter was sitting before, and then sat down, and the quality of the chair was quite good, although it looked very old, just after it squeaked, as if it was about to break at any time, it actually took the weight of Pascal's body.

In other words, Pascal's simple body weight is basically more than twice that of a senior reporter, plus the weight of the armor on his body, it is even more uncountable, of course, what Pascal is wearing is not a full body armor, in other words, the weight of the armor is old and heavy, just a relatively light body armor, but there is always a look of ten kilograms, so that the chair he sits on can hold on, and it is really not easy.

The senior reporter didn't say anything, just turned his head to look around, but the people behind him looked like they didn't know what to do, and there were only two or three chairs on the scene, and it seemed that they couldn't do such a thing.

"Sit, sit down, there is no chair to sit on the ground, the living cannot be suffocated by urine!" Pascal said, holding out his hand.

And at this time, people also understood what he meant, that is, regardless of whether the ground was clean or not, they simply sat down, saying that they wanted to obey each other's orders more from the bottom of their hearts than to resist the other party's orders.

Of course, there are people who are more clean, but they only try to sweep the floor as much as possible, or take out a newspaper, or put a handkerchief or something under their body.

As a result, except for the female anchor Ellore and the second reporter who were still sitting in their chairs, only the senior reporters were left who had not yet sat down.

The senior reporter looked left and right, but he didn't know what to do, but he stood up and talked to the other party, do you want to sit down now, but there is no chair, it is said that there should be a chair in his identity, but now it is occupied by the other party, do you also want to sit on the ground?

It seems to be very faceless, and the female anchor Ellore and the second reporter don't know how to give up their chairs to themselves, it's just too unusual, too unusual, too unusual!

"Sit down!" Pascal said again, raising his voice.

Suddenly, the senior reporter's legs were weak, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, but at this time he didn't think much about the chair.

"And what do you have to say?" Pascal's gaze fell on the veteran reporter.

"Ahh

Today's veteran journalists apparently regard Pascal as someone of higher status than his own, so he has to be courteous to the most basic of things.

merely

"Sit down!" Pascal snapped, he seemed to want the senior reporter to obey his orders strictly, but Pascal didn't care much about anything else.

"Yes!" Suddenly, the senior reporter seemed to be a conditioned reflex, and sat on the ground with his ass, but the force seemed to be a little too big, and the moment he sat down, he could clearly hear his ass popping all of a sudden, and at the same time, the senior reporter grinned and looked very painful.

"Hehehehe"

"Poof"

"Hahaha!"

At this time, the crowd behind the senior reporter couldn't help but hear such a voice, which was an obvious laughter, and some people were laughing at the senior reporter because of this.

Suddenly, the senior reporter felt very angry, saying that he was now on the front line for everyone, and the guy behind him didn't help, even if he dared to laugh at himself, this is simply unreasonable, which makes him embarrassed at the front line.

In other words, if you really want to pick a pick, you don't care about anything!

Leave those people to fend for themselves.

However, in the end, the senior reporter is still quite responsible, even if he was ridiculed, he finally did not hesitate, he made up his mind, and said again: "Mr. Karl, I don't know what purpose or mission you are here?"

Senior reporters are people who have seen the world, so even if they are in an unfavorable situation, they speak in an orderly manner, without the slightest panic, compared to the female anchor Ellor and the second reporter or something, it really can't be compared with him, although he was very arrogant before, but he does have such capital and ability.

"I got a report from an informant, and it is said that there will be people gathering to make trouble here, so I came and checked!" Pascal said unhurriedly, looking at the senior reporter.

"That must be a misunderstanding, Mr. Carr, the people you see here now are all journalists with regular journalist qualifications, but what kind of people you are talking about who will gather to make trouble!" said the senior reporter immediately.

"Is that really the case?" said Pascal with a smile, as if everything was under his control, and the eyes of the veteran reporter were full of ridicule, as if he was watching a funny clown perform his clumsy performance, but now he just didn't break it, it depended on how far the other party could perform.

"Of course it is! We are all regular reporters!" The senior reporter opened his mouth to emphasize, no matter what Pascal said, he only needs to insist on not admitting it, this is the life experience of a senior reporter, so as long as he doesn't admit it, everything is easy to say, leaving here, he naturally has other ways, so that the other party can't help himself.

"Perhaps?" said Pascal.

"Mr. Karl, what do you mean, you can check our relevant documents!" said the senior reporter immediately, and he vaguely felt that something bad was wrong.

"I'm more interested in something else than a document or something!" Bhascal said, his gaze turning to a certain pile of things, and at this moment, noticing Pascal's gaze, the senior reporter immediately secretly screamed terrible.

Why did I forget that pile of things, that is, the equipment that was collected from the female anchor Errol and the second reporter, but now it is piled together, and it has not had time to put it away, but at this time, it was noticed by Pascal, which is definitely a tragic thing.

"Mr. Karl, what do you say?" the veteran reporter fidgeted for a moment, and he hurriedly glanced at some of the people, hoping that they would perceive what he meant, and immediately react somewhat, but it seemed that his efforts had not been effective.

"I just want to check it out, I guess you won't mind, right?" said Pascal