The LA FBI's network group on the basement floor, the status of the lead house has not been lifted, and it has been marked as "Studio 1" by the Amber Project.

His looks, looks, actions...

Those strange music, those special symbols...

Lightning strikes, eye skills, telekinesis, from Penny's paraphrase, the song "Legend" that Britney put on her phone, and last night's song was also from a group with the word legend, and Phoenix,...

Between all this, there is a faint thread involved, what is it?

Ellie lifted her chin with her fists loose, her fingertips rubbing her lips slightly, and she paced lightly around the room. Based on the information I have now, I slowly go through the mirror in my head.

Outside of her, the Rhett Seven each guarded a few computers, keeping an eye on some screens, and snapping on the keyboard. After the plan was approved by the headquarters, it was listed as the front-line intelligence analysis room.

Every minute, they take turns reporting on their situation.

"The first page of the oil chart is normal. It's Wild Dog Hurricane that is making headlines. ”

"Twitter is normal, Hurricane Wild Dog is in the headlines, disaster predictions are related to New Orleans, and experts analyze that the Federation should take the initiative to help."

"Facebook is not moving!"

"There is no movement on the website!"

…...

As long as the situation is normal, Ai Lijie doesn't say anything, she now needs her brain to further analyze Sean's three views and make a coping strategy.

A minute ago, Rhett and they also had a task to go to the Chinese website to scrape some so-called bad reviews, hand them over to Alijie for review, and then submit them to the cloud platform, this task has been completed.

Everything is done with the highest efficiency, without half a minute of delay and prevarication.

When the Amber Project was prepared, it was based on the high level of the nuclear crisis - the level of the broken arrow that lost nuclear weapons.

Maybe a little higher, because I don't know how much damage a mutant can do, and which is worse than washing a city to nothing or having the president's cabinet ruined?

The answer may be uncertain, but either way, it shouldn't be in a country like the United States.

…...

Ai Lijie actually didn't know whether the effect of these so-called bad comments was good or bad, but she admired the instructions of the headquarters.

So she basically submitted the content that can reflect the malice, which is basically that: immigrants were bullied and you asked for it, you deserved to be kicked out by the landlord, don't come back if you worship foreign flattery, we don't need you, it's good to die abroad, don't come back here The land is tense......

Alyselle thinks it's possible that this wave of comments will be able to do everything.

She has all of Shaun's experience in her mind, the so-called being bullied, partly because of race, and the other because of poverty?

Wherever you are poor, you will be bullied, and if you return to China, you may be bullied even harder, do you really think that your compatriots can help you?

Does this depend on the quality of the system?

So, everyone still sat down and talked about how to cooperate, don't they all already have citizenship certificates? Why shout and kill?

…...

"A mobile phone control is complete, B mobile phone control is complete... b. Phone charging status. ”

"Fran. The Deball phone has the program installed, do you want to start the camera? Ethan snapped at the keyboard for a while, then spoke suddenly.

Alijie stopped: "Start observation." ”

"Yes." Ethan looked at the screen and clicked with his mouse on a virtual phone on the screen.

The screen on the side of the head has changed to a different shape - completely black.

"It's the other way around." Ethan muttered something about where the phone might have been placed, and he clicked it again, and a white wall appeared on the screen.

"The ceiling. Start recording! Elegy sighed slightly.

The live broadcast signal that has been put in the black box can also be seen here, but for them, it is far from enough, and the angle of view is not large enough and not wide enough.

But the recording, which is quite useful, plus the recordings of the other two mobile phones, it is possible to guess the situation in the room, and the blind man can only do this, and he cannot send ultrasound.

"Wait!" Alijie suddenly spoke, "Rhett, check if these three mobile phones are likely to send ultrasound!" Send your ideas to HQ first! ”

"Here we go!" Red reminded that the live signal was already flashing on the screen.

At the same time, his fingers quickly transmitted Ai Lijie's words to the platform, whether it is possible for the mobile phone to emit ultrasound, this is really hard to say, but it is possible, but to use such a smart device that will not emit ultrasound, there must be an expert in this area to play.

Moreover, even if it can generate ultrasound, how to use it to detect the situation in the room requires a specific program, a task that a few brothers here can't do.

But everything is taken over by the cloud platform.

"Look! It's going to be fought! Ethan exclaimed, a little nervously.

On the screen, Fran. De Boer stood in the ring, shaking his shoulders and flicking small steps.

"How many rounds can you play?" Red muttered to himself, a look of dismay.

On the screen, a comment floated by: Oh

Another comment floated by: I, the old audience came to take a look, give a reward to support... A dollar is fine.

Another comment floated by: It's not interesting, I thought it was so exciting, I still cut it... A dollar is well received, no thanks

Peake let out a long sigh, "Two dollars." ”

"That's all."

Fran. De Boer, strong and strong, is an amateur boxer, you can know that the strength is not small by looking at the muscle mass, like these people in this room with an average IQ of more than 13, a body fat rate of more than 15 percent, and more time to touch the keyboard than he touches himself, he can fight a hundred.

When Fran came on the court with an expression of "I'm going to fight ten", and when Shaun stepped forward, everyone held their breath, knowing that Shaun would definitely take down Fran, but... How to fight, I am very curious.

The assessment of mutants' combat power, which is extremely critical for everyone.

…...

And then there's Fran. De Boer threw his fist, and then was knocked to his knees in an instant.

The action was so fast that it ended before I even had time for a follow-up comment.

The whole room was frightened at the same time, although they had made up a lot of brains, but it was the first time they saw Sean make a move, although they didn't actually see it clearly.

"Do you want a slow-motion analysis?" Ethan asked, but his eyes stared at the screen.

Elejie didn't speak, but looked at the screen intently.

The bald head, as if looking at himself, was wrong.

"Hello everyone, you guys, hard work!" Sean opened his mouth with a smile, his eyes wandering, as if looking at a group of people eating melon skins.

Has it been discovered? Ai Lijie trembled slightly, and quickly spoke: "Stop all procedures!" ”

No one knows what kind of abilities mutants have, because this is not a comic with a basic character set in it, this is a living mutant who has done a lot beyond imagination.

He... Can you sense us along the airwaves?

Alyselle was horrified by her own thoughts.

No!

No way!

Even the most daring cartoonists have never drawn like this, it's so unscientific!

If this is the case, then the entire network will have to be updated and rebuilt with a security strategy, which is a multi-trillion investment, and the United States leads the world in the secondary platform!

At that moment, Edmund's Lab and Studio One were all dead silent, waiting for the bald head on the screen to speak again.

…...

"Impossible!" Mike's hand shook, and the cigar smoke hit the ground.

Old Lei Mo looked at the screen and said slowly: "It's impossible to see us, it's impossible!" ”

The two looked at each other and agreed: "You say." ”

Mike quickly raised his hand: "Do you remember the book "The Self-cultivation of Politicians"? ”

Lao Lei nodded, and it was needless to say that this can be memorized backwards. At least half of the book is devoted to how to make everyone in the audience feel like they're talking to him, and how everyone feels cared for.

"He must have learned how to speak!" Mike muttered to himself and raised his hand to find that the cigar was not in his hand.

Lao Lei shook his head slightly, he couldn't imagine that Mike, the senior politician of the CIA, was so funny, how could Shaun, a fast food delivery person on the street, see this kind of book, and he couldn't even see pirated copies.

It is unbelievable that a Chinese immigrant who has lived at the bottom for a long time can put on such the demeanor of a senior politician!

"The worst possible! It's that he can really see, but perhaps, he's just habitually... Is there a different audience in there? Lao Lei suddenly changed his mind, and it seemed that until now they still thought that there were only three people at the scene.

Is there anyone else hiding behind it?

Damn it!

Because of this bankrupt gym, their original indoor surveillance was all closed.

Fran. De Boer's phone, too, can only see the ceiling, and the sound heard is very faint... Far from meeting their needs.

…...

The slow motion here is already playing back, but only a few people will look at it, because the vast majority of people are waiting for the dead bald head on the screen to speak again.

Anyway, beating people is nothing more than a fast, what else can there be, you have to know how fast it is, and you can calculate it with a little bit of speed adjustment.

"Seventy-two kilometers per hour." The technician reported the speed of the punch measured by the computer.

Just now, when Fran threw his fist, Shaun had already punched Fran in the abdomen ten times faster than him, and the sharp pain caused him to curl up in mid-air and then slam heavily on the ring.

Victor's ears moved slightly, then this speed is 72 kilometers per hour, 20 meters per second, this speed... It seems a little far from my imagination!

But why did this Fran look so dead?

Does it really hurt that much?

Newton's coffin board was beating so hard in Victor's head that he felt a little overwhelmed.

"I'll give you a dollar too, and buy some water for the broadcaster."

"Alas!"

"Boring!"

…...

This short half minute is as long as half an hour, and the tasteless comments on the live broadcast window float by, not many, and there is a cloud-like rhythm, which makes people lazy and unable to lift their energy after watching it.

The scheduled tip of three dollars is already in place.

"I'm going to continue here!" The keyboardist in charge of micro-manipulation placed his fingers on the enter key and turned his head to look at Victor.

The tasks in the central control room are grouped, and each group has its own person in charge, but in the end, you still have to listen to Victor, just such a big place, and the actual middle team leader is a bit hollowed out.

In fact, Victor didn't have time to discuss with these analysts, and Sean didn't give him so much time to think about the problem, from the live broadcast application to the approval, even if it was the most earthy "countdown to activation", it only dragged on for three minutes.

According to the previous setting, a large AV marked with a Chinese zombie user carrying a large bag of bad comments is queuing, waiting to appear on the stage to anger Shaun.

These users are called Chinese accounts, and the corresponding ones are naturally American accounts.

The strategy has been adjusted, and the American number first shows two big and small cats, selling cuteness, and then releasing the dogs, and then the zombies force in......

This is a well-designed program.,The live broadcast platform already has an official swipe function.,It's very convenient to use it.,Just import the comments you want to think of.,But the accident happened again.。

Sean calmly moved his gaze and glanced at the two rounds: "The comments are quite interesting, it's still an old audience, and I gave three dollars, how much can I get?" Can anyone answer? It won't be an official swipe, right? ”

Victor gritted his teeth with hatred, none of the comments set up by the platform were used, and now he had to do it manually: "Answer him!" ”

"He can't get that money." Someone muttered quietly.

"What?" Victor's eyes were about to fly.

"If it doesn't reach a certain amount, the oil map will not be transferred." The man whispered, and clicked on the official website of the oil map, "I haven't done it specifically." Check the official information. There should be on the official website. ”

Sean sneered and stretched out his hand to make a meaningless gesture: "So you guys are actually tipping the website?" I almost forgot that my phone is about to be in arrears.,There's a bit of traffic today.,Can't make ends meet.,No one clicked on the tweet in the morning.,The live broadcast almost couldn't be opened just now.,It's estimated that there's no money to make trouble.,Alas...... So be it, see you next time, gentlemen. ”

As soon as Sean said that the mobile phone was in arrears, Victor's face changed, and after listening to half a sentence that seemed to be this guy was going to withdraw, he was instantly anxious, this special lot of bad comments about the Chinese number have not been used, Fake!

Damn bald guys, don't play cards according to the routine at all.

I don't have time to check, so I will give you an additional tip!

Victor didn't dare to turn his head and look back, behind this was the two big leaders who were paying attention to their own command ability, and the president must also have a small TV on in his office - I must adjust my tactics and show my micro-manipulation ability and the art of commanding in battle!

"Give him another reward right away, make up the most... It doesn't matter if it's low, let's get ten yuan first! With the American number! ”

…...

Some people who sat far away fainted when they heard Victor's words.

The same goes for keyboardists:

Belch? Didn't you say before that you wanted to make him not want to broadcast?

What's wrong with this?

Give back the money?

Isn't he more excited to give money, then our compatriots are still kneeling on the ground coughing, how pitiful.

But no one asked, because the money is not their own anyway, even if it is a few hundred yuan, what about it, now the reward is not money, it is a number, can you take it away or two!

An operator rat key Qi Fei charged a batch of accounts in the oil map management background, anyway, they are all oil map coins, and even bank transfers are not necessary.

In short, the leader has the highest authority of the oil map, which is very powerful.

…...

The special effects came quickly, and I saw movement on the live broadcast screen-

On Sean's bald head, a tip floated by, plus a comment: Oh, I don't know, don't go, I'll give you another ten dollars, buy a hamburger set.

The username for this tipping and commenting is very American - Tom. Jerry, from Los Angeles.

The previous one hasn't drifted far away, and another reward is coming, plus a comment: Oh, I don't know yes, I don't think it's too much, I'll give you fifty, buy a pizza set, eat and drink well!

Another name with a very American character - Angel, a girl from Philadelphia.

Another 100 yuan tip, plus a comment: I work in a New York subway station and like your show, I will give you all today's salary, I wish you a happy life.

Of course it had to be an American name, and his name was Danny. Washington.

These names are born from the cloud platform and are full of the wisdom of hundreds of analysts......

However, Victor frowned, and he didn't have time to care if this comment could move the dead bald head, the difference in money was too far.

And this speed is too unawesome.

Who knows how big an appetite this product is.

But you can't give too much at once, it's unrealistic and unreasonable, and most of the people who watch the live broadcast to give love are small money, which is originally a way to play by gathering sand into a tower.

A local tyrant rushed in just after the live broadcast began, this is not China, it's too fake!

Seeing that Sean looked indifferent and unmoved,

The last live broadcast was said to be closed, and there was no chance for people to keep it.

"Hurry up! Get a thousand bucks and keep him! Victor roared wildly, preferring to let Shaun stay in sight with the country's taxes than let him turn off his phone and leave.

Now I don't know how many people are rushing towards Los Angeles, and I don't know how many flights will be affected on the road and how many disputes will be caused.

Victor knows that there is a big screen over there for a few big guys, and it is full of Raiders of the Lost Ark who are rushing to Los Angeles, don't go!

Just now, Studio No. 1 sent a suggestion saying that the mobile phone should be studied to see how to get ultrasound, and this task went down to the research institute, if this person disappears, is this mission still meaningful?!

At the sound of an order, two five-hundred-dollar tips floated by, and it was an American name again.

On the live broadcast screen, Sean still didn't seem satisfied, and with a wave of his hand, the camera moved.

Victor was devastated, and hissed and roared, "Give him ten thousand!" ”

As if hearing a bang, a 10,000 yuan prize exploded from the screen with special effects, and the comment was: Love me, don't go!

Sean suddenly laughed, feeling like he couldn't straighten his waist, but the camera was steady.

Everyone in the central control room let out a long breath.

Victor quickly rubbed the position of his heart, and almost collapsed in the middle of the road.

"Don't stop tipping! Post a comment saying recharge his phone! Charge 500 yuan! No, charge a thousand! He continued to give orders, and it was now a rhythm he was familiar with.

"Okay!" A technician will immediately operate and will pay for two mobile phones.

Just as he was about to hit back after losing the numbers, Victor flew up and kicked him away: "Fake, we don't know his phone number stupid!" ”

All the analysts were suddenly in a cold sweat, which was simply a shame for the US intelligence community, and they almost poked a big basket in front of the two major leaders.

Looking up at the screen with an uneasy expression, the slow pace of asking and answering questions with this Shaun just now made everyone have a drowsy illusion.

Or Victor sobers up quickly, or maybe because he is the most stressed and nervous.

In the live broadcast window, Sean looked at the comments and tips with a smile, and his expression seemed quite satisfied, but maybe he was waiting for more bounties.

This damn Chinese money fan!

"Go on!" Victor said in a deep voice.

The technician had climbed back into his chair, and insisting on working with his injuries could save a little year-end bonus.

The rewards of ten or twenty yuan kept drifting by, all of them were American, specially used to show love, anyway, in the past, there was no shortage of sugar-coated shells, and now if you can just subdue the Chinese mutants, it will be a great thing.

Obviously, after a while, I will clip some bad comments about the Chinese horn belt, and the effect of white and black will be better.

"Broadcaster, don't worry about traffic, I'll recharge you and tell me your phone number."

Sean blinked, smiled and asked curiously, "I have two mobile phones, both of which are about to be in arrears, can I charge them both?" ”

Comment Piaopiao: "It's okay for you to say, everyone will charge you, we American people are very caring, and we do charity all year round, and the whole world knows it." ”

Victor glanced at the comment and almost didn't spit it out, but, good, he gave a thumbs up to the group that made up the lyrics, talent.

Xiao Xue no longer needed to hold the phone, the phone was floating like last time, and she retreated to the back to find a place to sit down, and the puppy was always standing on her shoulder.

Looking at Fran who was kneeling in the ring with his hands on his stomach, the expression on his face was very rich, but he was definitely alive, Xiao Xue exhaled softly, every time this kind of live broadcast, it made her feel so stressed, I don't know who is watching Xiao En, and which viewers are rewarding and commenting.

After thinking about it for a while, she walked over to get her mobile phone, which had already been charged, and now she wanted to go on the oil map to see the live broadcast.

In the central control room, Xiao Xue's face appeared on a screen.

A voice yelled: "Target B appears above B's phone, she wants to take it." ”

Victor was taken aback by this voice, and walked over quickly without hesitation: "What is she going to do?" ”

"The judgment is to watch the live broadcast!"

Victor pressed his forehead and hesitated for a second: "Let her see, the number of viewers will increase to ten thousand, and keep it in a black box." ”

Anyway, it's all in the black box, and no matter how many people there are, it's fake.

"Will she be on the front page and then find out that it's not the headlines..."

"Who said it would make headlines?"

"But will it be because it doesn't make the headlines that it leads to radical action?"

"What excesses?" Victor subconsciously looked up at the other side of the screen, there was still a compatriot kneeling in the ring, an American citizen, a Caucasia, a rich child, such a person is not something that can be sacrificed at will, but...

"God forbid!" Victor made a cross on his chest with a blank face.

Oh, I've already crossed my way, Victor calmed his mood and asked in a loud voice, "Has the modeling of One Doane Street and the surrounding terrain been completed?" ”

In a few hours, the personnel will be in place, and by that time, whether it is to send people to test or directly attack, intuitive visual data will be required, and the tactic of brushing up with architectural drawings has been outdated for eight years.

"How much are you going to charge?" Sean was smiling hatefully on the screen, and Victor narrowed his eyes, this guy was literally teasing the entire American intelligence system.

He raised his hand and one of the operators looked at his gesture to show that he understood that the bad review was about to go online.

"Ten pieces."

"Fifty."

"Five hundred."

"You say as much as you want! Shall I sell you blood? ”

"I happen to have a special card, help you charge one, tell me what your number is."

…...

The comments of these dozen or so American belts are floating like floating clouds, and some of them also carry all kinds of symbols full of positive energy, little stars, love, tears - in short, it is very touching!

"Poor ghost!" A comment was bluntly inserted, it was a Chinese number.

The word poor ghost is very glaring, and what is even more dazzling is that this comment is sent in Chinese.

The ten psychoanalysts in the expression analysis group were preoccupied with catching every micro-expression of Sean, and if he saw these two words and squinted, his pupils narrowed, and his face changed, it was a good thing.

Outcome......

When the bad comments floated out of his head, Sean seemed to have looked away... He bowed his head!

Is this a pretty eye for the blind to see, or is it a hook eye that flies over people's heads and falls into the gutter?

There are at least twenty people in the central control room who feel like dogs, Wozlefaxit!

This rhythm is really tiring!

…...

Shaun glanced down at Fran, who was still half-kneeling, and asked with concern, "Profiteer, can you get up?" ”

Fran struggled to open his eyes, his facial muscles twisted, and his stomach hurt so much that his whole body was numb, and he groaned, "God, I hurt so much!" ”

Xiao Xue was holding her mobile phone by the wall, but she didn't watch the live broadcast, but paid attention to Xiao En's every move.

The little face tensed tightly, making the puppy standing on his shoulder shake uneasily.

When she saw Fran punching domineeringly just now, her eyes were about to close in fright, and she always felt that her brother's punch might knock someone out of the hole.

Fortunately, he can prove that he is okay now, and it also proves that Sean really doesn't have to worry about not being able to beat others, if that's how he fights.

In an instant, her heart rose again, and she didn't know when this style of play would escalate to an uncontrollable situation.

Victor's ears moved, and he quickly spoke: "Check what he means when he says Fran profiteer?" ”

On the screen, Sean said cordially with Feng Drizzle: "Don't be discouraged, the rule here is that if you are knocked out of the ring, you will lose, you have always insisted on kneeling on the stage, so many people can prove it." ”

Tilting his head to the screen and squeezing his eyes: "Right?" ”

Seeing such an arrogant expression, more than a dozen people with bad tempers in the central control room had already scolded, which made Victor's ears boom.

"Shut up!" Victor roared angrily, pointing to the screen, the Chinese bad comment had drifted away, "Didn't he see that sentence?" Catch up! On ten! No, on twenty! With our words and phone bills, don't stop! Can it be red?! Float up! ”

Velocity!

At the sound of an order, the scolding disappeared in an instant, and then a series of snaps followed. Several keyboards are hit by flying fingers to create a stormy feeling.

They are all ready-made gadgets, a lot of searches on the Internet from the Chinese side, and the fancy styles are also quite diverse, all of which are virtual weapons dedicated to the troll keyboard party, and common words for online violence, all of which are original in Chinese without the slightest modification.

Life attack plus personal attack, as mentioned in the first version of the three-view analysis report from Studio 1, this Sean is more repulsive to the European and American cultural circles, and the data shows that his English test results in middle school are not good.

For people who sit in another cultural circle with most of their ass, how much can you feel when you scold him in English, the lethality of this cultural thing is related to familiarity, how many Chinese know that black Americans hate watermelons?

If you want to ask him to eat a big watermelon, he may have only grabbed you a few dollars and left, but after hearing this, he probably has to use you as a watermelon dozens of times.

Therefore, Chinese bad reviews, power +1

A large number of Chinese bad comments swept across the screen like a red cloud, sandwiched between some positive American numbers: "Give the mobile phone number quickly, my money is ready!" ”

"We American people have always been very loving, if you are short of money, you speak, and everyone will raise funds for you!"

However, Sean, who had just finished squeezing his eyes, suddenly left the camera, leaving a sentence: "I'll take a piece of paper and write my mobile phone number, everyone is so enthusiastic that I am so excited." I'll be back in a minute! ”

Wozlefak!

Yes!!!!!

Victor looked at the screen with red eyes, and on it was Fran, who was half-kneeling and remembered but couldn't get up.

Red clouds, float by!

However, those who should have seen it did not see it.

Victor's head was several times bigger, shook his head heavily, and raised his hand to stop in mid-air: "Wait! And what about the B phone? Haven't opened the oil chart yet? ”

"Nope." Someone answered.

"Message prompt! Let her see! Victor hated so much that he almost wanted to fire a few shots directly at the screen, but there were no guns in the entire central control room.

Security for the entire White House is the responsibility of the Secret Service, and no FBI chief can bring a gun in.

However, where they couldn't see, Xiao Xue saw a hundred-dollar bill flying up in the pool, and then Xiao En spread his hand, and he didn't know where a signature pen flew from.

Writing down two mobile phone numbers with a smile, Sean returned to the stage, and half of his body appeared in front of the live broadcast camera at the same time.

"Everyone, wait a minute! I went and found a piece of paper to write the number, and by the way, I'm an environmentalist, what do you think this is? A voice came out.

"Bad reviews are speeding up! One hundred! "Victor screamed so much today that his voice was hoarse.

The technician almost instantly typed enter, and all the Chinese bad reviews lined up in the deposit program entered the screen, all red!

However, a familiar face appeared in the screen window, and Victor slammed his fist into the air almost completely out of control.

Fack!

It's green.

There is the head of the American scientist, thinker, inventor Franklin, and the words 100 in large and small.

Everyone recognized it, it was a hundred-dollar bill, and there were two cell phone numbers handwritten on it.

The numbers are big and ugly, and there are traces of alterations.

I said I was short of money, and now I am writing with a hundred dollars!

Still... Also scribbled?!!

That's a hundred dollars!

Even a white American citizen has to be spanked for writing on it, you are a new Chinese immigrant who is so bold?!!

This kind of humiliation is enough to be carved into the bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells and transmitted to every corner of the body!

The hateful voice kept coming: "In the morning, an FBI agent went to my house to borrow a toilet, and lied to me with a search warrant with a pizza slip, but I didn't let them in. Is this a piece of paper that has been printed, or is it printed on both sides, and I write my phone number on it, can you see it clearly? ”

Syllable!

The ashtray in the next lounge was smashed to the ground and made a noise, but it didn't cause a dime loss, and the carpet was thick.

"Stop the anger!" Old Ray made a gesture and looked at the screen with a gloomy face, where McPompio was touching pills and taking pills, and two waiters were holding him to pour water.

This person is so difficult to deal with!

Not only is there force, but also this IQ, it's terrible!

Is it a coincidence, or is it really playing with us?

Lao Lei unconsciously had a feeling of swallowing sand in his throat.

And Victor's furious and emotionally uncontrollable behavior made Lao Lei feel very faceless, fortunately, the two directors in the lounge were more excited than him, and the director of the CIA almost had a cerebral infarction directly, Lao Lei glanced at it fearfully, Mike was being held and pressed on his chest, and two secret service agents were snatched in outside, pulling out their guns and looking around.

Wait a minute!

Old Lei suddenly thought of one thing in his head: from the beginning to the end of this live broadcast, this Shaun did not use half a word in Chinese.

We're played!

This bastard!