"Wow, Wow, Wow・・・・・"

A rhythmic knock on the door sounded on the sixth floor, and Camaslow, the director of Puerto Princesa TV station who was working in the office, stopped the pen in his hand, and frowned with some displeasure. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Suppressing his anger, Camaslow lowered his voice, his voice was slightly low, as anyone who was familiar with him knew, now he was angry: "Please come in!" ”

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties walked into the door with a smile on his face, with a faint smile on his face, but he didn't feel that he was laughing, but like a poisonous snake ready to give a fatal blow at any time.

"You are?" Camaslow just raised his head hurriedly and took a look, he didn't know who came, and he had the impression that no one had made an appointment for him today, why could he come to the office area on the sixth floor, why didn't his secretary inform him in advance?

A large cloud of doubts welled up in Camaslow's mind, but whoever disturbed his work had to accept his wrath.

"Are you the director of Puerto Princesa TV?" The visitor asked Camaslow in a rather confused tone.

"Huh?" Camaslow raised his head suddenly, the other party's tone was wrong, when he looked at him just now, he seemed to be holding a weapon in his hand, yes a weapon.

When Camaslow raised his head again, he slowly stood up and raised his hands, he finally understood why the other party was someone he had never met, and why he felt targeted by a poisonous snake, after getting up, Camaslow tried his best to use a calm tone to ease the tension between the two: "Hello, I'm Camaslow, the director of Puerto Princesa TV, how can I help you!" ”

Since the other party has found this place, he is still holding an AK47 in his hand, he definitely didn't come to him for morning tea and chatting, God forbid, now he just hopes that this person comes to him just needs to do himself a small favor, and it is best not to violate the law.

"Very good, you are very interesting, I love to deal with smart people! I just need you to do me a small favor, you need to relay a signal for me, it's as simple as that, I'm afraid that your people won't cooperate, so I can only ask you to dispatch, what do you think? Harman didn't expect this director to be so cooperative with him, and the smile on his face became more and more interesting.

"No problem, it's very simple, our TV station is responsible for the publicity work, and I feel very honored to be able to serve you. So now let's go to the studio? The director slowly lowered his hands and signaled if he could go downstairs now.

"Guy, put your hands up and walk slowly!" Harman didn't give Camaslow any chance, staring at his every move, and at the slightest abnormality, he would shoot immediately.

Camaslow sighed in his heart, silently like a pistol in the drawer of his cabinet, and finally gave up the plan to resist, slowly raised his hands again, and walked out of his office area.

When he saw the weapon in Haman's hand begin to move, his fingers bent slightly, he felt the threat of death, and he knew that if he had really prepared to fight back just now, he might have been beaten into a sieve before he picked up the weapon in the cabinet.

Thinking of this, Camaslow's face immediately filled with a hearty smile, and he used what he thought was the friendliest tone: "Don't be like this, don't get excited, calm down, my friend, I just think we're friends, so I don't think I need to put my hands up, don't you?" ”

"We are indeed friends, but I hope you don't make any changes, I'm very nervous, so the weapon in my hand is easy to misfire, if I shoot you then, I can only say sorry!"

"Well, I'll listen to you, you're right!" Completely giving up resistance, Camaslow reluctantly raised his hands again, he didn't want to be suddenly shot in the head because of some of his small actions, so he tried his best to meet Haman's request.

On the fifth floor of the studio, a group of hosts and a bunch of directors and production staff of the program team were all imprisoned in a studio, and there was a shootout here just now, two retired soldiers suddenly broke out and injured an armed person, but before they could save the world, they were directly killed by two passing militants with a headshot.

Harman cautiously took the director of Puerto Princesa TV to the studio, and looked curiously at the director and host squatting around: "How about it, is anyone willing to host the show?" ”

The bug shook his head: "These people have a very tough attitude, no one is willing to host, not even to help us access the signal, captain you know, I don't know anything about high-tech things, so I can't quickly connect the signal in, and it seems that there is something wrong with our equipment, the red light has been on, as if there is no signal access." ”

Harman looked at the hosts in front of him with some surprise, as well as the director and others, are these people all loyal martyrs, and they are so not afraid of death? Curiously, he looked at the bedbug: "Aren't they afraid of death?" ”

The bug shrugged his shoulders: "I don't seem to be afraid, do you want me to try?" I killed two people? After speaking, the bug took two steps forward with his weapon, and his movements looked like he was trying to find two people and pull them out to kill.

In fact, it's not that these hosts are not afraid of death, but Harman and others received a notice to kill as little as possible, after all, their ultimate goal is to control Palawan, not simply create chaos, etc., so they treat these news people relatively gently, of course, on the first floor, things are urgent, and they can only use special methods.

"Okay, bugs, don't make a fuss, you see these hosts are scared, I think now that Director Camaslow is here, these people will definitely cooperate, right? It's up to you, Mr. Director, and I hope you don't let me down! ”

Camaslow nodded, took two steps forward, and selected a host, who was also the most beautiful one in the group, and nodded at Haman: "How is it, do you think it's okay?" ”

Harman shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Bug, you go to the first floor and turn off the blocker, now Mr. Director, I think you can have someone plug in the signal." ”

After saying that, he threw out a signal receiver and signaled that he was ready to access the signal.

(To be continued.) )