Bushkin's questioning resounded throughout the audience and aroused a burst of discussion.

These chaotic sounds swirl around your ears like the buzz of a fly flapping its wings.

Norman's face was ugly, and his eyes were fierce.

The cause and effect of the incident were all told by Bushkin in front of him, and everyone is not stupid, so they can naturally reasonably distinguish the truth from the false.

Even if Norman refutes it, it will not be believed by everyone.

Of course, there are some things that cannot be admitted even if they are true.

"How can you believe the words of a serial murderer?"

Norman found out the weak point in the other party's words, stabbed it like a knife, and said coldly: "As a reporter, you should know that any criminal is full of lies, and Michael Morbius's words are not trustworthy. ”

"I would like to reiterate here that Osben's cross-species gene transfer project has nothing to do with Michael Morbius."

"If anyone dares to spread rumors about Osben, you will receive a lawyer's letter from Oscom's legal department."

"Mr. Bushkin, this is my answer, and at the same time a warning, I hope you will do it yourself."

Norman's remarks, which seemed to be tough to the end, actually cleverly bypassed Bushkin's question.

But the attitude is here.

Even if everyone is aware of the twists and turns, they do not think that Bushkin will win this debate.

If there is, even if everyone knows that it is true, as long as there is no evidence, there is no doubt about the guilt.

This is a legal principle, but also a rule.

Everyone's eyes fell on Bushkin, a reporter from the Global Daily, who was afraid that after today, he would be retaliated against by Oshken.

Losing your job is a trivial matter, and I'm afraid that my life will fall into a mess in the future.

Norman Osborne is no good guy.

Starting from scratch, it has created an international giant company like Oscom, and occupies a great voice in the field of arms, which is equivalent to crossing black and white, and the hands and eyes are open to the sky.

How could a little journalist play with Norman Osborne?

Bushkin is in an embarrassment.

Seeing this, Wilson couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, he found that David beside him was very calm, and understood that all this was still under the control of his brother, so he watched it with great interest.

The gathering point of everyone's attention, Bushkin, as the person concerned, faced this path or pity, or schadenfreude, or playful gaze, but his expression was calm, his eyes were very resolute, and he was unmoved.

As early as when he stepped up, he knew what he was up against.

David gave him a choice, and he saw it as an opportunity.

It's an opportunity, and you have to seize it!

"You say that Michael Morbius is the murderer, is there any evidence?"

Bushkin is like a fool, losing his mind and talking nonsense.

Everyone looked at each other, and they couldn't understand how Bushkin, who seemed to be calm and composed, and who had just spoken with reason, could make such a nonsense move.

"Evidence?"

Norman seemed to hear a big joke: "At today's party, I invited Mr. Giles Pittman, the director of the New York branch of the FBI, do you need me to ask him to come out and explain the case to you?" ”

"Hello, Mr. Bushkin."

Pitman stood calmly in the crowd, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and raised his hand slightly.

Norman nodded, looked at him, and then moved back to Bushkin.

"Mr. Bushkin, if you really have nothing to say, you should apologize to me now and beg my forgiveness."

He was arrogant: "At least, I can let you keep your job." ”

"Then ask Mr. Giles Pittman to come out and explain why Michael Morbius is determined to be a vampire murderer."

Bushkin ignored Norman and looked at Pittman in a resolute tone.

"I'm sorry, this is my charity gala, I don't have time to mess around with you here."

Norman was starting to get impatient.

He waved his hand and beckoned to the security guards at the scene, ready to have Bushkin driven away.

"Are you weak-hearted?"

Bushkin wasn't going to let Norman get his way.

After today, it will be up to the Global Daily Bushkin to see whether his name is famous in New York or notorious.

He ran out of the media area and began to run, dodging the security guards and coming in front of Pittman.

The charity gala seemed to turn into a farce.

"Mr. Pittman, Michael Morbias is not a murderer, I can prove it!"

Bushkin shouted loudly.

Pitman remained silent, ignoring the man in front of him who seemed to be crazy.

Because a journalist offended Norman Osborne, he wasn't so stupid.

The security guard came to his side, stood alone, and dragged his body backwards.

Bushkin struggled frantically.

"The real murderer is here, and he's among you!!"

His hoarse shouts regained everyone's attention.

Pittman's face did not change and he was unmoved.

"Mr. Pittman, you might as well give him a chance."

At this time, someone suddenly spoke: "He said that the real murderer is among us, and I want to see who the murderer is." ”

Pitman looked at the voice and frowned at the sight of the person who spoke.

He realizes that he is being drawn into a dispute.

"If it's really a misunderstanding, then today, put an end to this misunderstanding completely!"

Before he could speak, the speaker looked at the other person on the podium: "Mr. Osborne, do you think that's the truth?" ”

"David ......"

Norman squinted, swept his gaze, stayed on the huge Wilson for a moment, and then fixed on David, his face was not good, and it was clear that David just couldn't see himself better.

But it has come to this, if he does not agree today, tomorrow the New York newspapers should write the murderer by his name.

"Good!"

So he sneered: "I'll give you a chance, you say, who is the murderer?" ”

"Lucis Krone!!"

Bushkin was released from control by the security guards, raised his hand and pointed at the pale, crutche-walking man in the crowd, and said categorically: "The real murderer is you!" You're the vampire murderer!! ”

"What?"

Lucis Krone looked confused, raised his hand and pointed at himself, inexplicably: "You said the murderer is me?" A patient with limited mobility? Mr. Bushkin, are you mistaken? ”

His question was the same one of all those present.

"That's right, Lucis, don't pretend, Morbius told me everything!!"

Bushkin spoke quickly: "Bat serum can cure blood diseases, and you are no longer a patient!" However, you can't resist the side effects of bat serum, and you suffer from hemophilia, and artificial blood can't satisfy you at all, so you kill people every day and suck blood......"

Lucis listened to the other party's words quietly, his face calm, but there was a fierce light in the depths of his eyes.

Now, he noticed something strange.

If Bushkin really knew what he was capable of, he would not have dared to expose himself so boldly in front of everyone.

Unless, Bushkin doesn't want to live.

This is clearly not true.

Then there's only one possibility!

"Morbius told me that bat serum not only cures diseases, but also has a function, an amazing effect......"

Bushkin kept talking.

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his bosom and aimed it at Lucis Krone.

Everyone's pupils narrowed, and their hearts were extremely shocked.

"That is, it can give the injector incredible power, just like the legend of a real vampire!!"

Bang!!

Before the words fell, he pulled the trigger without hesitation in front of everyone.

No one expected Bushkin to suddenly make such a move.

The security guard, who was only half a step away beside him, seemed to be unconscious, standing in place in a daze, and he didn't have time to stop it.

Tongues of fire erupt.

Bullets the size of peanuts come out of their chambers.

After the blink of an eye, everyone had time to let out an irrepressible exclamation.