"Hello, may I ask where to go from here, the nearest news broadcasting group." Lin He pulled over an old white man who was strolling down the street and asked.

It's 3:10 p.m., and there are only 21 hours left until the end of life.

"Ah~" The white old man was still a little dissatisfied when he was pulled, and he was about to scold him when he stood up, but he just glanced at Lin He, but what he was about to say was swallowed by himself.

When his legs and feet were weak, he was about to sit on the ground, his fingers trembling and pointing at Lin He, unable to say a word.

Today is not April Fool's Day, he feels that God has played a joke on him, sent an evil devil to him, and he must not have prayed today.

"Sir, if you keep pointing at me like this, I doubt it will be on you." Lin He smiled at the white old man: "Tell me, the building where the nearest News Corp is." ”

"You demon, you're going to hell." The old white man came back to his senses, put away his outstretched fingers, and gritted his teeth and roared at Lin He.

"Not scared?" After Lin He finished speaking, he shook his head lightly and waved his hand to slap the white old man.

"Bang"

The old white man turned into a virtual figure and crashed into the shop across the street.

Because of the consequences of the riots in the city, the shops along the streets have been suspended, and some small supermarkets can only carefully open their stores in order to make ends meet, paying attention to the outside world at all times, and preparing to close their doors at any time.

There are always some outlaws who like to fish in troubled waters, smashing shops and looting, although at this time the riots along the streets are basically suppressed by armed forces.

Tanks and helicopters approaching the outskirts of New York are not decorations, and the muzzles of their guns are not just a deterrent.

Any situation that threatens the power of the government and the safety of the person is likely to go wrong.

Lin He's movement was not big, and the impact was not deep, there were not many people going down this road, and more people were hurrying by themselves, and they would not stay long.

In this eventful time, although some people recognized him, they were more silent, for fear of attracting hatred.

Heroism is not the kind of brainless yelling, and it is precisely because of this that even if the heart is for freedom and truth, it will not leave everything behind to join the procession.

They don't have to be stupid people.

Lin He could only sigh, and found another person to ask for directions, this time there was no other trouble, and simply asked the address of the News Corporation, and flew there, leaving the white young man with a frightened face and shortness of breath.

"This should be it."

Stopped at the door of the DSD News Group, Lin He walked inside without looking at the security guard, and the security guard found that Lin He's shirt was covered with blood and his clothes were untidy, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but he was slapped out by an invisible force.

"Noise"

Ignoring the frightened eyes of others, she walked into the elevator and walked towards the 23rd floor with a studio without squinting, seeing Lin He disappear into the elevator, the front desk lady exhaled a long breath with a look of fear.

Apparently recognized Lin He and quickly called the police.

And all this has no effect on Lin He, and now he is going to do something more meaningful.

Pushing open the door marked the No. 7 live broadcast room, looking at the busy figures in front of him, Lin He walked in slowly, and the staff in front stepped forward to stop him, but he gently pushed them aside, making a lot of noise.

In front of the workbench under the live broadcast hall, it was dark and dark, and the figures were raised, if you didn't look carefully, it was difficult to find that there was one more person in it, and Lin He's movement attracted the attention of the staff below.

"Are you live, gentlemen!" In the dark, only the corners of Lin He's smiling mouth were outlined, and a faint voice came from it.

"Hell, who are you, get out of here." The director roared at Lin He with anger on his face.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Lin He, a traveler from the Far East." The black shadow slowly lost its coat, and Lin He walked out of the darkness, with an oriental face, an indifferent smile, and the amplitude of the corners of his mouth was so frivolous.

"Bastard, security, security, let me in and get the troublemakers out." The director motioned to the host on the stage to stay in shape, and angrily picked up the walkie-talkie and said angrily.

"If you're talking about the big guys out there, I don't think you need to shout, it's a waste of words." Lin He restrained his smile and muttered expressionlessly, "Of course, I don't mind letting you become like that at all. ”

The tool placed on the ground began to float in the air automatically, and time stopped at this moment, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Lin He in amazement.

"The devil, it's the demon."

"Oh my God, you're going to ruin my job."

"Get out, demon, you're not welcome here, get out of here."

Looking at the different faces in front of him, Lin He shook his head with a smile, waved his hand, and the thing floating in the air under the control of telekinesis smashed towards the top of their heads.

Afraid.

Nightmare fear, unbearable weight, pressed down on top of their heads, blood spurting, and they fell to the ground wailing in pain.

"Now, can you do me a favor?" The body floated in mid-air, looking down at the staff who had fallen to the ground wailing.

"Get out of here, you devil." Standing up a stout black man, he grabbed the chair next to him and threw it towards Lin He.

"Look for death!" Lin He grabbed one hand in the air, and a force dragged the black man to slowly hang in the air, his hands and feet kicked wildly, his face turned blue, and he threw it to the side casually.

Ignoring the group of frightened people, he came to the hostess who had already collapsed on the ground, and stretched out his hand to her with a smile on his face.

"Need help, ma'am."

"Ah~"

A piercing scream sounded, and the hostess crawled towards the stage, Lin He did not stop her, and shook her head at the staff below: "The live broadcast continues, if you find that the connection is interrupted, none of you want to walk out of this door, start." ”

A big chair flew from a distance and hung behind him, sat down quietly, and looked at the camera aimed at him calmly, no matter how frightened the staff below was, they didn't dare to disobey Lin He's order.

Life and death are in the hands of this demon.

The personnel stood at their posts, and although their bodies trembled, everything was ready.

"Shit, this news is so bad, hurry up and go home and have a baby!"

"I can't even do a live broadcast, and I won't watch such a bad show again."

"What the hell is going on!"

The live broadcast program was suddenly disconnected, which made the audience's emotions explode, and they clamored to resist the show and the host one by one, staying at home, and the people who urgently needed to understand the current situation were angry.

"Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Lin He, Shuangmu Lin, and he who is angry and wealthy, I don't think you should understand the meaning of this word."

"I think you all know me, the crowd of marchers, and the audience friends who are sitting at home."

"I'm sorry to say."

"Now, I'm angry."

"What kind of major general, come on, come and arrest me, I'll be waiting for you in New York!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, and friends of the march, now I declare."

"You've been kidnapped by me!"

After saying this, Lin He spread out his palm towards the camera facing him with one hand and clenched it gently.

"Click~"

The camera made of alloy steel was slowly pinched and deformed, smoke rising from the cracks, and the wires were exposed, crumpled into a ball of iron under his false grip.

Shock, fear.

At this moment, dark clouds floated over New York, as if they were combined into a skull with a sinister face.

"Bastard, what is he going to do?"

"To hell with him, let our army destroy him."

"This demon, is he going to kidnap the whole of America."

"Let him go to hell."

The people in the march stopped moving, threw away the parade banner in their hands, and stared angrily at the picture on the advertising board on the building.

"I'm sorry, I kidnapped you."