Torment, only torment, for the more than 100 reporters on the scene, it was like an endless torment. The fifteen hundred young volcanoes' scorching gazes behind them almost tore them apart, and even though the sight couldn't kill people, they still felt like they were being killed at this moment.

Even if Steven later said that reporters could ask questions freely, reporters felt at a loss, and Anthony had no choice but to shout, "If you don't want to hype, and you don't want us to bother the crew, wouldn't it be nice if you put an official explanation out early, and save the trouble so much!" ”

As soon as this question came out, Anthony felt that the eye knives flew in all directions, and he almost felt like he was about to suffocate, and the oppressive feeling of the fifteen hundred young volcanoes behind him almost crushed him. But he can't back down, he has to fight under great pressure, or he will fall short.

Steven, however, had been prepared for this question for a long time, "Did you give us a chance?" Or will you be willing to cooperate? Steven went on to explain, "We refuse to give any comment on certain supermarket tabloid stories. ”

Steven's answer made Anthony want to burrow into the ground.

Indeed, after the news of the "National Enquirer" came out, in fact, if everyone ignored it, nothing would have happened. If every rumor in the supermarket tabloid has to be clarified, then 365 days a year is simply not busy, and most of the time, people ignore the supermarket tabloid. What's more, Hugo has long since refused to continue to make any response to any news from the National Enquirer.

And when the "Chicago Tribune" began to verify the authenticity of the "National Inquirer" news, it was only 48 hours before the matter was out of control, and the crew of "Death Row Walk" was hardly given a chance. Or, to be more precise, in Steven's words, the reporters were reluctant to give the crew a chance to argue because they needed the breaking point, not the truth.

"Hugo is under heavy mental pressure in order to study the role", such news will only be of interest to fans and professionals, and there is no focus at all, where is it more exciting than "Hugo is crazy".

The more than 100 reporters at the scene seemed a little overwhelmed, and although they bred up their spirits to confirm many details and relevant circumstances, Steven and Rick's replies made their frustration worse, because they couldn't find any loopholes, as if Steven was presenting the truth. What does this mean? It means that they have another big oolong.

Although Hugo was not a witch, this time the situation was different from that of Michael Jackson, and the media's speculation about Hugo was indeed correct - at least in the general direction; But the reporters ignored the truth of the matter and the origin of the matter, and the ugly appearance of gloating, falling into the well, and watching the fire from the other side made the uncrowned king lose face.

The young volcano's rebellion is sharp and direct to the point: what they need is for the media to restore the truth, not to maliciously hype up without a lower limit, without limits, without restraint, and even to take pleasure in the pain of others. This is a fatal blow to the media, which has always prided itself on standing on the moral high ground.

The interviews were carried out in a scattered manner, and the reporters actually only interviewed for 20 minutes before they were ready to leave one after another, which was completely different from their usual appearance of not giving up until they reached their goals.

When the reporters want to turn around like a defeated rooster, they find that the real disaster is just around the corner.

The fifteen hundred faces full of sadness and anger made people shudder, no one dared to take their own steps, not because they didn't want to, but they didn't dare, and the weak legs made the reporters look at each other, but no one was willing to take the first step. At this time, the reporters on the scene finally realized a very strict thing: how are they going to get out of here?

Eli really wanted to eat the reporters in front of him, but he knew he couldn't. Therefore, Eli did not make any other movements, just stood in place, and constantly put pressure on the reporters with his gaze, and the pressure like the top of Mount Tai was tightly enveloped in the sky over more than 100 reporters.

Quiet, extremely quiet, Anthony could even clearly feel the itch of sweat slowly sliding on his face, but he didn't dare to wipe the sweat, because he was afraid that his slightest movement would attract the attention of the young volcano, and then he would die without a body.

This state lasted for a full five minutes, and the strong pressure almost collapsed, and finally a reporter couldn't help it, and seemed to rush towards the location of the young volcano in a frenzy, but just as the reporter was about to get closer, Eli and Meredith, who were standing at the front, gave way, and then the crowd behind them also moved out of the way, leaving only one person to pass through.

The reporter didn't think much of it, and ran all the way over. But the formation of fifteen hundred people gathered together was too long, definitely more than a hundred yards, and he had only run fifty yards before he found that his psychological panic was surging uncontrollably. The crowd on both sides, the vicious and resentful gaze of his legs stiffened, but he had to keep running because there was no way back.

When the reporters saw the road in front of them, and the dense crowd on both sides like ants, they couldn't help but start their scalps tingle, but they knew that there was no way back but to leave. One by one, the reporters ran forward, one by one, from the narrow road made by the young volcanoes, and the sight of them peeling and deboning made them feel like lambs to the slaughter, with no choice but to run.

So there was such a strange scene at the scene, the uncrowned kings were like lost dogs, running wild in the narrow road of people, lest they would never be able to leave if their steps were a little slower.

Anthony knew he had to get out quickly, and while he wasn't sure how familiar the young volcano was with him or if anyone would recognize him, he couldn't take the risk. However, the young volcano's "farewell in the middle of the road" did not give him any other choice, because only one person was allowed to pass the guò at a time, and he would present the land to everyone without any opportunistic opportunities.

Anthony regretted it, he regretted that he had provoked Hugo again, and this time it was likely to be a disaster, and the fate of the "National Enquirer" was no longer a problem for Anthony to worry about, as long as he thought about the possible retaliation, he was already starting to shudder.

The young volcanoes in front of him were like craters leading to hell, and the narrow entrance exuded an aura of resentment and rage, making Anthony feel like his blood had frozen into ice. He doesn't know why, why he is in constant trouble when dealing with other artists, but Hugo is particularly troublesome, it seems that every time he is involved with Hugo, it is an endless disaster, and if he is not careful, he will never recover.

Anthony could already imagine the terrible situation at this time, the ecstasy of the week had now vanished, and was replaced by countless wet, slimy tentacles that dragged him into the swamp little by little, and he could feel himself sinking, but he was powerless to resist.

"Vomit ......" Anthony stood there and began to retch, sweating profusely so that his hair was already soaked, he felt his stomach keep tumbling, but he couldn't vomit anything.

The messy footsteps in his ears and the anxious whispering made Anthony's whole body a mess, raised his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and found that there were only more than half of the reporters around him, and nearly half of the more than 130 reporters had left in a blink of an eye. There are fewer and fewer people left, which also means that the likelihood of him being exposed is getting higher and higher.

Anthony felt that he was innocent, that he was just a small journalist, that the real person behind it was not him at all, that he just provided the material. But then he found that he had no chance to defend himself, and that the young volcanoes had already convicted him, and what was even more terrible, that his fellow journalists had already convicted him, and that they had fallen on him as if they were dead people, which made Anthony instantly occupied by a wave of anger: he was not reconciled.

But when anger rushed to his head, Anthony suddenly realized, "Is this what it tastes like to be a witch?" "How do they feel when Michael Jackson is pointing out, when Hugo Lancaster is behind bars, they have a hard time arguing and all the blame falls on them?

Anthony looked around blankly, he realized that this society is like a huge hunting ground, everyone is a prey, but the mainstream of society is the largest group, so they have become the masters of the hunting grounds, they can accept the so-called aliens and minorities, and give these people a place; But when it comes to their own interests, they can also ruthlessly remove them without hesitation, and then unite to hunt them down.

Michael Jackson was the prey, Hugo Lancaster was the prey, and now Anthony Bond Stewart is also the prey.

Antony thought it was ridiculous, but pathetic, and suddenly he finally understood why Hugo hated the media so much, because under the mask of hypocrisy of these so-called apologists was their greed, shamelessness, cowardice and ugliness. And he used to be one of them.

Thinking of this, Anthony's legs finally gained strength, and he took a step, following the tide of the reporter and running forward, feeling the gaze of the young volcano falling on him like a real thorn, and ran wildly on the sharp blade, one step at a time.

When the Uncrowned Kings unmasked, what was left of them?

On August 5, 1995, the giant of history took a big step forward.