At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights outside the entire West Lake City Gymnasium were brightly lit, and countless fans held up their cards and shouted the names of the four mentors of "The New Voice of the Empire" outside the guardrail. The concierge motorcade slowly approached and stopped at the red carpet, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic, and when the instructors came out of the car in turn, the fans were even more fascinated.

Cheers, screams, pushes and pulls, and collisions, many fans have had slight physical contact with the security guards on both sides of the guardrail.

Only Yang Shun stood in the crowd, frowning, indifferently looking at the four men and women who kept waving to the fans to thank them, as if they were watching several historical relics.

In the frenzy of shaking hands, signing autographs, taking photos, and hugging, Yang Shun turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the time for the finals has passed, and the atmosphere of the scene is higher and higher, and the atmosphere of screams, applause and music is permeated over the stadium, which stimulates the modern historical city of West Lake City, as if at this moment West Lake City has turned into a pearl on the east coast of the empire, shining on the planet at night.

Lu Xihua raised his head and looked at the starry sky, the huge wolf head composed of countless stars, hidden behind this world, everything would end on this night.

In the safe passage, the door of a remote internal staff passage was opened, and the security guard escorted several workers who returned late from duty to leave from this infrequently used access control, and when they were about to turn back, a deep voice came from behind them, "Look at me." ”

The security guard looked back in surprise and saw a strange middle-aged man standing in the corner without a light, a pistol pointed straight at his head, and involuntarily raised his hand.

"I've killed a lot of people, and if you don't do what I say, I'll kill you too. Yang Shun said softly, "This question depends, are you willing to sacrifice for this shit show?"

This security guard is just an ordinary person who is responsible for guarding this infrequently used passage, which is completely different from those elite on-site security guards, which can be seen from his increasingly fat belly, and he said tremblingly, "Brother, don't be impulsive, I just work as a security guard to make money to support my family." I didn't watch this show at all, didn't I see that I was transferred so far to guard the door?"

"That's a good answer, leave your employee card and I'll give you five seconds to leave. Yang Shun walked behind the security guard and pressed the cold muzzle of the pistol against the back of the huge head. "One, two..."

Without saying a word, the security guard took off the security ID hanging on his waist, handed it to the strange man behind him, and then ran downstairs without looking back.

"Three, four..."Yang Shun didn't care whether the security guard would call the police after leaving, anyway, he wasn't going to leave here alive, so he opened the door control next to him with his ID card and walked in with a silver box.

Yang Shun held a box in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and walked forward in the corridor, which was next to the office area of the gymnasium and connected to the work preparation area of the big stage, where Yang Shun's goal was.

There were staff members everywhere in a hurry, and they didn't even find the low-hanging pistol in Yang Shun's hand, which may also be because the color of the pistol was very close to his pants, if it weren't for the two of them being very close, it would be almost impossible to find.

"Do you think tonight's game will be difficult? Will there be pressure in your heart?" a female presenter is interviewing a female singer in the greenhouse in the preparation area, she will be the person who will be playing in the moment.

Yang Shun, who was passing by, immediately turned around and glanced at it when he heard the Baowan dialect, and he recognized the hostess as a very famous entertainment program host.

Originally, she was obviously a native of Hunan Province, but she deliberately pretended to be a big tongue and twisted to imitate the words of Baowan people. Such a nest, Lun's family, I sweat you, do you build... And so on and so forth. It's like eating too much cat food, like transsexuals and shemales, like dementia, it's just disgusting and embarrassing.

Now the hosts of many local stations have also become like this, it seems that for the sake of that inexplicable sense of superiority, they deliberately speak to imitate the tone of the Baowan people, and this vice has slowly extended to the music and entertainment industry. Don't speak good Mandarin, and speak the Baowan dialect that changes tone and tone, just like a plastic surgery monster, which makes people feel very unnatural, very contrived, very uncomfortable, and very awkward. It's like giving a voice a facelift, and in an instant, the whole person gives people a feeling of fakeness, no culture, no quality, no confidence, and no temperament.

Could it be that all these people are fake when the national Mandarin test grades of the empire are?!

Yang Shun didn't say a word, raised his pistol and shot the hostess's forehead, turned around and left.

The hostess was smiling, and a finger-sized blood hole on her forehead was flowing blood, blood splashed and fell straight on the face of the female singer being interviewed, and even several drops fell in her mouth. After a while, as if to reminisce, the female singer's face became hideous for a moment, and a terrifying scream came out of her mouth, as if to expel the hidden demon in her body.

"Dead man, dead man, everyone run!" The photographer carrying the camera threw the camera and ran away, and the men and women around him fled in all directions as if boiling water, and Yang Shun trembled wherever he passed, and after a while, the people in the backstage preparation area disappeared completely.

Singers, backup dancers, staff... All of them fled in a swarm.

This place is already very close to the stage above, there is a ladder next to it that can go up directly, the music on the scene is very loud, and people may not be able to hear each other when they are close to each other, so Yang Shun's arrival did not arouse the alarm of the people here.

Yang Shun came to the ladder, and when he walked up to the stage, Yang Shun could even hear the screams of the fans under the stage not far away. He put down the box in his hand and began to prepare.

"You can't stay here, this is the actor's passage, do you hear me?" A guy with a badge that seemed to be an on-site equipment overhaul immediately reminded a strange man of what he was preparing at the stairs. This is the most popular entertainment program that is being broadcast live across the country, and there can be no live broadcast situation.

Seeing that the suspicious man ignored him and was still tinkering with something on the ground, the guy stepped forward and grabbed the man's shoulders in an attempt to pull him up from the ground, so as not to delay the next singer and backup dance troupe who were about to enter the arena.

"Hey, what about you, are you deaf?" Before the guy finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his stomach, and then his body involuntarily fell to the ground, and his eyes slowly became dark, and his consciousness gradually disappeared. Before it was dark, he saw the man holding a pistol in his hand, which was the cause of his pain. Before his consciousness disappeared, this guy suddenly thought of this question.

Equipping the AK-47 in the box and loading the magazine, Yang Shun slowly walked up the iron ladder, suddenly turned around and fired a shot behind him, not far away, a figure holding a baton slowly fell, and the security personnel of the gymnasium arrived.

Another person died, and the rest of the security personnel hurriedly retreated, while Yang Shun walked onto the stage with a gun.

Yang Shun turned around and closed the lid on the staircase, so that the security personnel could no longer enter through this entrance, and slowly stepped towards the edge of the stage.

Offstage, several crazy fans chanted the singer's name, holding a support sign made of fluorescent lights. Yang Shun went up, holding a rifle and rushing to the nearest seat below the stage, seven or eight fans instantly blurred their flesh and blood, and blood splashed on several rows of seats around them, causing even more crazy screams, the music on the stage was interrupted by this sudden gunshot, the band stopped playing, and only the psychedelic lights were still shaking on the stage.

"Don't move! Get down! Whoever moves me will kill whom!" Yang Shun's first sentence at the beginning was this, which seemed very domineering.

The screams of the crowd died down, and a few fans around the corner turned and ran, ready to get away from the scene.

Yang Shun frowned, picked up the gun and pulled the trigger again to shoot, and after a few clicks, the blood sprinkled delicate flowers on the white wall, more important than everything was quiet.

"I said! No one is allowed to move, if anyone does, don't blame me for blowing up here!" Yang Shun opened the clothes around his waist, revealing the red detonators inside, which were densely wrapped with wires, and the controller was held in Yang Shun's hand.

In fact, these things are all fake, the empire is not strict with gun management, but it is very strict with explosives, no matter how rich Yang Shun is, he can't buy these things temporarily. He bought a fake model to coax people, but the gun in his hand was real, and the explosives became real in the eyes of others, and no one dared to try it, almost instantly, Yang Shun magically controlled the audience.

In the farthest seat, the audience lay on the ground and fled through the security door, Yang Shun didn't care, his target was the four mentors not far away, and the hundreds of audience members approaching the stage.

"You four got down from your chairs and came to me. Yang Shun said to the four mentors.

A man in a leather jacket and leather pants and glasses smiled and said, "You're here to be funny, right?

Before he could finish speaking, his body was pinned to the chair by the huge impact, and several huge blood holes appeared in his chest, staining the mentor seat behind him red.

No one at the scene dared to say a word, even an idiot could see it at the moment, the gun in the middle-aged man's hand was real, and there was no explanation at all for killing people, as a superstar of imperial rock music, he died on the chair in vain just now.

"The remaining three, come here, hurry up. Yang Shun continued, he didn't have much time, according to the speed of the imperial police, the armed police would be coming soon.

"We have something to say, sir, do you have any demands? We can negotiate a settlement, don't kill people, okay?" Na Ying said with a crying voice, how can she still look like a strong woman. "You don't want to do this, do you, right? That's not your original intention~"

Yang Shun held the gun and smiled, "How do you know what my original intention is? Come here quickly!"

The remaining two men and one woman, the three mentors have no other way, the middle-aged man named them to pass, they can only slowly get down from their seats, approaching the stage, there is no way to escape, whether to die first is themselves, there is still some hope to stay with the man, maybe the police will come to save him soon.

Dozens of security personnel poured into the safe passage of the gymnasium in the distance, many of them holding pistols in their hands, raising their guns to Yang Shun on the stage from a distance, and slowly moving closer to the stage.

"Don't come here, get any closer, I'll shoot them all at once! You can stay far away and let the spectators near you go first. However, none of the people who are close to the stage can move!" Yang Shun finished shouting, putting the muzzle of the rifle against Na Ying's head.

Suddenly, Na Ying was frightened and cried.

The security personnel in the distance were slowly evacuating the audience in the distance, and they no longer dared to approach the stage.

"How?!Can you kill the target directly?"

"No, it's too far away, our pistols aren't that far, and the target has explosives. If you miss a hit, it angers the target, and the target presses the controller, and the whole person on the stage is finished. ”

One of the four mentors has died, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Satellite TV and West Lake Gymnasium are already in mourning, how much money do you have to lose, you must not die again, otherwise all the leaders will have to be replaced, and maybe you will have to go to jail.