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The black reporter saw that Hou Yi didn't mean to explain, and his tone was even more radical: "It's a shame that the media all over the world still praise you to the sky, I think you are just a child with special abilities and unscrupulous display." You have no ability to lead humans to defeat those powerful and terrifying beasts, you are just a lifeline for humans to be pulled out in a panic. ”

After the black reporter finished speaking, he smiled proudly at all the reporters present, as if he had denied the prestige and honor that Hou Yi had at this time.

Seeing that everyone was still a little skeptical, the black reporter continued: "Aren't you strange? Why can't he beat some thugs with guns, and he was almost captured, although the thugs didn't succeed, but his bloody killing methods, don't you think it's terrible? Killing people is not enough, he is indeed separating other people's heads, and piling up their heads together, this kind of brutal and unkind murderer, aren't you afraid that one day he will be provoked by ordinary people and start killing? ”

Hou Yi glanced at the black reporters, and then at the thoughtful expressions of the reporters present, and suddenly laughed: "I understand." ”

After speaking, Hou Yi's figure disappeared from the front desk of the conference room, as fast as lightning, and before everyone could react, he grabbed the black reporter's collar and unceremoniously dragged the black reporter to the most eye-catching position at the front of the conference room.

The black reporter felt the darkness in front of him, and then he was dragged by a huge force, the shirt on his chest was pulled and tightened, and he was a little out of breath, and the shiny leather shoes rubbed against the smooth floor with a screeching sound as he dragged it.

The black reporter looked along the arm that grabbed his shirt, and found that Hou Yi, who was originally several meters away from him, actually grabbed himself and walked towards the front of the conference room at this time, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "You are really a reckless man who wantonly shows off his force, I said that he has a sore spot, and there is no way to refute it, so he can only threaten me with force and vent your incompetence. ”

The last sentence was shouted, and he shouted hoarsely, as if he had been endlessly wronged and angry, which brought back to the senses of countless reporters who were still shocked by Hou Yi's terrifying speed.

All the accompanying filmmakers who grabbed the camera and the camera subconsciously pressed the shutter in their hands, wanting to record this scene, no matter what the reason, such a situation is already big news, after all, the attack on the reporter appeared in Hou Yi, a figure who was at the peak of public opinion at this time, it was definitely explosive news.

Hou Yi did not pay attention to the black reporter's roar, but casually threw the black reporter on the main seat at the front of the conference room, ignoring the flashing lights and shutter sound behind him, but asked with a mocking face: "Your Chinese is good, you won't be a Chinese traveling and being tanned, right?" ”

The black reporter saw that Hou Yi did not commit violence to himself, but just threw himself unceremoniously to the chair, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out the folds on the shirt and suit, and said: "Chinese culture is broad and profound, I have also been to study in China before, of course, Chinese is not bad." ”

Hou Yi sneered, and asked again: "Then how do you know that the hostages were killed in front of me, and how do you know that those beasts were directly beheaded by me and piled up heads?" ”

A trace of panic flashed in the black reporter's eyes when he heard this, but he immediately said calmly: "Of course I saw it!" You're a thug who can't protect innocents! ”

Hou Yi laughed, looked around, and asked the reporters gathered in the crowd, "Did you see the scene of my battle?" Do you know what this journalist said? ”

Many reporters were stunned when they heard this, and then shook their heads, they really didn't see these things that the black reporters said, and at that time, there were gunshots all around, and everyone was concerned about their own lives, who would pay attention to the situation on the periphery.

Instead, Ivano looked thoughtfully at the black reporter, looked out the window, and said: "The window here is the opposite of the place where the battle was fired, and it is a sealed indoor environment, so you can't see the battlefield at that time, why can you know so clearly?" ”

When the black reporter heard this, his expression, which had pretended to be calm, was a little broken, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I, I found out through a colleague who was still outside. ”

"Oh, so how did you communicate this information with your colleague, who was present to stand up and tell everyone about the situation?" Ivano stared at the black reporter and asked.

The black reporter hurriedly explained: "My colleague is still outside, and we are communicating on our mobile phones. ”

"A cell phone? Hahaha, everyone present can take out their mobile phones to see if there is still a signal, from the beginning of the rebellion, I found that the signal of the mobile phone has been blocked, and it has not been restored until now, how did you get through the mobile phone? You can't fit a satellite phone in a valuable suit, right? Ivano took out his mobile phone and threw it on the conference table, the obvious X mark on the signal bar on the mobile phone was obviously no signal.

As a necessary communication tool for modern people, mobile phones naturally have one, everyone takes out their mobile phones, the same no signal, everyone looks at black reporters with puzzled eyes, there is no signal, the reason for mobile phone communication is not valid, so why do black reporters know the details of the battle?

Seeing the puzzled and questioning eyes of everyone, the black reporter's face darkened, although he couldn't see it, but then he showed a hideous face: "I just know that Hou Yi is not worthy of standing at the forefront of mankind, you are all fools who have been misled by public opinion!" It is impossible for humanity to defeat the great gods, for the sake of the horde! ”

After speaking, the black reporter closed his eyes and opened his arms, everyone was puzzled by this scene, and then Hou Yi heard the last words of the black reporter, his face changed greatly, and he directly grabbed the open left hand of the black reporter closest to him, exerted force with one hand, bent his waist, and directly grabbed the black reporter, and threw it towards the window revealing the sun, and the force was so great that he directly tore the left hand of the black reporter that Hou Yi was holding, and the black reporter who lost his left hand smashed through the window with spilled blood, Flying out, outside the window of the conference room was the hotel's annex swimming pool, the black reporter fell directly into the pool, blood spurted out from the shoulder of the broken left arm, staining a large area of pure water, everyone was still staring at Hou Yi's broken hand and dripping blood, wrapped in a suit shirt, and a deafening loud bang erupted from the pool where the black reporter fell, accompanied by a dazzling light, shattering the window that had been broken with a big hole.

Accompanied by the shattered glass and air waves, countless unprepared reporters were overturned to the ground, Ivano was the first to react, and directly pulled Song De and Wang Jian beside him to the ground, while Wu Jun was quite miserable and was overturned by the air wave generated by the explosion like the reporters.

And Hua Yi and Hua Er were already half-lying on the ground before Ivano fell down, and the camera in his hand was still holding it steadily, shooting at Hou Yi.

Hou Yi faced the explosion with his face changing color, and at the same time used the broken arm of the black reporter in his hand to wave open the glass shards flying towards the people in the room, and some rather sharp glass shards were pierced into the remnants of the black reporter's arm, and the blood brought out by the wave also painted a strange blood-colored curve on the white walls around him.

After the wave of anger passed, Hou Yi complained helplessly: "Do terrorists like to play this routine?" ”