The BBC, the British Broadcasting Corporation, is the oldest and largest news broadcaster in the UK and the world.

For a long time, the BBC has been adhering to the purpose of providing users with high-quality news broadcasting programs, conscientious and abiding by its duties, and has produced many programs representing the highest level in the industry, which are loved by the masses.

In the early hours of the morning, when residents in other parts of the UK were waking up, the BBC news broadcaster in Salford District Media City was already working early.

Cars of all kinds rushed to the headquarters building, and the media disturbed by emergency calls rushed to the headquarters building with one purpose in mind – to ensure that the bizarre events of last night in London would be explained to the masses on the morning news.

Paper can't contain fire, emergency radio suddenly plays music, criminal courts explode with a bang, this kind of big news with the connotation of a terrorist attack needs to be handled with caution and prudence, so as to ensure that it will not cause panic among the masses of the people and be used by some anti-social elements with bad intentions.

So, in a spacious studio at the BBC headquarters, the famous host Hancock Wallace sat behind a square table and pointed at the camera lens with a calm and solemn expression.

Hancock was a middle-aged man, with brown hair and a slight chubby, but his eyes were resolute and piercing, and he often tapped his thick knuckles back and forth on the table while reciting the news — an impassioned and heroic gesture that became his trademark.

“..... You must know that last night's explosion in the Criminal Court of England and Wales was nothing more than an emergency blast.

The problem of subsidence of the foundations on Barry Street has been very serious, and the assessment of the blasting has been on the desks of the bureaucrats in the relevant departments. ”

Hancock spoke a pre-determined script, his tone deep and steady.

A few months ago, the BBC host was involved in several cases of sexual assault of minors, and all kinds of gossip emerged one after another, causing a lot of uproar.

However, Hancock was mixed up enough, and he was the face of a certain blood nobleman (male), who bribed the Royal Prosecutor's Office of the British Empire to operate marketing, successfully eliminated suspicion, whitewashed himself, and his reputation among the people did not decrease but rose, and he officially became the premier gold medal host.

“.... The improvised music was the responsibility of the British Imperial Communications Commission, which was supposed to play a short, powerful siren near Barry Street, but the inhabitants of London were awakened by a low-level mistake by the operators.

It's a pity they didn't send an incoming rocket alert like Hawaii, otherwise I would have dared to pack a ticket, and the marriage registration rate of young men and women in London would have skyrocketed tomorrow - confession is always easiest in a moment's time, isn't it? ”

Hancock smiled nonchalantly, everything went according to the script, and as for the ridiculous reason, is it convincing enough? This is not a question that a mere host should consider.

What's more, history has proven time and time again that the total IQ of an organization remains the same as it grows in size. In the British Empire, with a population of more than 60 million, the average IQ of its people is still stuck under the red line of "can be manipulated and fooled", and within a few days, these people will once again indulge in sensual entertainment, completely forgetting that there is such a stubble.

"Alright, that's all for today's morning news, I'm your Hancock Wallace."

Hancock stood up and just nodded to the cameraman, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a mysterious man wearing a hood and a Guy Fox mask.

The mysterious man stood right behind the number one camera, standing shoulder to shoulder with the program director, but strangely, no one seemed to be aware of his presence, and continued to broadcast the news as usual.

The morning news hosted by Hancock, although it is said to be a live broadcast, is actually set up in the TV station with a delay of 3 minutes, which is specially used for the director to control the scene, dispatch manpower, and prevent the occurrence of broadcast accidents.

Hancock stared at the mysterious man in the cloak, but sat down involuntarily.

What's going on?!

Hancock was shocked, he completely lost control of his body, and said like a marionette: "Hehe, compatriots of the British Empire, don't be in a hurry to change the channel, it was just a joke just now, today's morning news is far from over." ”

With that, he jumped onto the table, slammed his legs apart in front of the camera, twisted his thick waist bewitchingly, lifted his trouser legs, and showed off his hairy thighs.

What the heck?!

The studio staff standing in front of him were stunned, not knowing what the gold medal host was suddenly crazy, and Qi Qi moved his eyes to the program director.

The superintendent was also taken aback, he turned sideways and roared into the intercom headset, "Hancock, are you crazy?" Come down! ”

Unfortunately, the gold medal host couldn't answer the director, and he sat on the table with a fat mouth, panting with a chirp in his mouth, and at the same time pretentiously lifting his tie, holding it in his mouth, and shaking his head constantly - like a stripper in the night show.

"Actually, all the things I just said about the criminal court blasting are fake, and they are all direct orders from the BBC Executive Committee.

They don't know what's going on, and they can fool the audience in front of the TV in the stupidest and clumsiest way possible, and make you think that the British government is still in control.

But who doesn't know? The bureaucrats on Downing Street are all stuffed with foul-smelling shit in their heads. ”

Hancock twisted his waist and danced passionately as he babbled about big news, his wide forehead covered with folds was already covered with cold sweat.

The cloaked man standing behind the camera still watched with a cold and indifferent expression, and if the wizard was present, he could easily tell that Hancock had hit the worst of the Imperius curses.

"Quick! Pinch this one out of the air! ”

The program director was nervous and almost urinated, and at this moment he was extremely grateful for the three-minute delay in the recording and playback of the TV program, as long as the director reacted quickly enough to cut out the content in time, then he could still stop this from happening before the British people saw the BBC's ugly situation.

The sweaty field staff rushed over and hurriedly shouted: "Director, our communication channel has been hijacked, and now it has become a national live broadcast!" ”

"What!?"

The program director almost flew up on the spot, gasping for breath to prevent his heart from bursting with violent tremors, and waved his big hand, "What the are you guys waiting for, turn off the camera positions!" ”