Chapter subtitle: Clap My Hands!

It is human nature to love to watch the excitement, and this play that is being staged now is definitely a real drama beyond Master Yuan's expectations. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSo, both reporters and NYU students subconsciously got up.

And among the crowd gathered around to watch the excitement, he found a guy who was both strange and familiar.

Unfamiliarly, the man was dressed as a reporter who had come to cover the news, with a pen and notebook in his hand. Like all the reporters present, he squeezed forward with all his might, and was now only five or six paces away from him.

What is familiar is that this person is Lin Dengwan in disguise!

Yuan Yanqian watched as his hand reached into the inner pocket of his suit, as if he was about to pull out something that had a black grip......

For the first time in his life, he knew that time could slow down.

As he watched the indifferent Lin Dengwan "slowly" pull out his pistol, countless jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind. Well, in fact, he has seen the assassination scenes in many movies before, such as "Lenin in 1918", such as "Assassination of Kennedy", such as "President Lincoln", such as "The Godfather", such as "Shanghai Tang", such as anti-Japanese dramas......

The strong desire to survive allowed Master Yuan to capture a glimmer of survival in these thoughts.

Suddenly, he jerked!

Although his small body did not break free from the strong grip of the two strong NYPDs, he still gave himself a little space to move......

"Beep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A loud, shrill whistle comparable to a train whistle rang out throughout the audience.

The people around Master Yuan, whether they were policemen, journalists, or even Lin Dengwan, the assassin, were caught off guard, and their faces were shocked and painful, and they reflexively covered their ears.

In fact, Yuan Yanqian did not run away, but grabbed the siren on the chest of an NYPD and blew it violently with all her strength.

This action not only shocked the audience, but also temporarily saved his own life.

The first to react was the ZOD general, who stepped in front of Master Yuan with one big stride, his right hand was also held on the handle of the gun at his waist, and said viciously: "What are you going to do?" ”

And our Master Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this human wall blocking in front of him. He obediently dropped the siren, raised his hands and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to maintain order!" ”

"Maintaining order?" The tall federal agent froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

I only heard this Chinese shouting at the top of his voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be impulsive, although I am a student of NYU, it is my obligation to cooperate with the police investigation." Don't do anything stupid to thank me! ”

Everyone at NYU said to themselves, "Oh, we don't have the impulse and we don't want to do stupid things." Of course, some of them were stunned in their hearts, knowing that this was meant for themselves, and asked them not to do "stupid things".

Lin Dengwan naturally got the news of Yuan Yanqian's "stupidity" from the newspaper. He came here half to monitor and half to watch the excitement, and he brought a gun just to defend himself, and he really didn't think about assassinating Yuan Yanqian originally.

But after seeing this SCP Foundation junior investigator arrested as a suspect of Wall Street BOOM, even from Europe and America, he couldn't help but be a little flustered after these years of revolutionary testing, afraid that this crazy Chinese looking crazy would involve him, so he immediately thought of killing people.

Fortunately, our Master Yuan also saw through his disguise and saw through his intentions at the first time, otherwise I am afraid that this time I will really taste the taste of peanuts.

In fact, even if he hadn't been killed by this Lin Dengwan, as long as there was such an assassination, he would be even more indescribable. If he is really innocent, then why would anyone want to kill him.

Yuan Yanqian continued to shout: "I dare to swear by the grave of my ancestors that I am innocent. I think there must have been some misunderstanding on the part of the American police, but the fair and wise judges will return my innocence! ”

Others had heard the math, but Lin Dengwan understood what he meant, this guy was actually saying that he had nothing to do with Wall Street BOOM, and even if the BOI and NYPD went to look up, they wouldn't find anything.

"Journalists, I really don't know anything about the Wall Street bombing, so I have nothing to say."

The anarchist warriors also understood the meaning of this sentence, this guy was saying that even if he entered the game, he would not say anything.

Lin Dengwan looked around, not like the scene of the commotion, after such a whistle, the mood of the masses who did not know the truth stabilized. If you take advantage of the chaos just now, there is a high chance that you will succeed in escaping after you succeed, but in the current situation, your chances are obviously much smaller.

It's better to go out and hide than to kill this guy, but what about the new stronghold?

He weighed it in his mind, and finally decided to believe the SCP Foundation junior investigator for the time being, so he quietly put the gun back away.

"Alright, let's go."

After hearing his words, General ZOD's attitude was a little softer. Of course, he didn't know that Yuan Yanqian was sending a message to his "accomplices...... Well, in fact, he is saving himself, and I really think that this Chinese is trying to maintain order on the scene.

In this way, our Master Yuan was once again sandwiched between the two NYPDs and walked out.

He turned his head to find that Lin Dengwan had retreated into the crowd, and nodded slightly to himself, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

How could the reporters present let go of such a big news, the spotlight kept flashing, and they would be reimbursed when they went back anyway. In the midst of the dizzy flash, he happened to see the female photojournalist of Le Monde again.

Miss Pulitzer was, after all, a woman or a famous lady, so naturally she would not have the strength to squeeze in with a stinky man, so she was squeezed outside. At this time, no reporter will consider what lady's priority is gentlemanly demeanor, and she has not found the best shooting position because of her weak strength.

Somehow, our Master Yuan was still thinking nonsense at this time. But he really didn't think in vain.

Our Master Yuan had a flash of inspiration in his mind and thought of a picture with a great sense of design and symbolism.

"Hey, that chick!" He suddenly raised his hands and shouted at the female reporter, "Clap my hands!" ”

The chick was stunned when she heard this, and reflexively aimed the camera at Yuan Yan's raised hands, no, the pair of fists raised high.

"Smack!"

Miss Pulitzer pressed the shutter.