A crackling gunshot broke the silence in the studio.
The hearts of the audience were almost knocked out. They all saw the actor gesticulating with a pistol on Zhan Chengrong's face, and suddenly he actually pulled the trigger and fired.
A bloody explosion exploded, and the tumor-like growth of flesh and blood on Zhan Chengrong's face was exploded.
The nose of this bald-fronted man was also smashed into pieces, and his face was covered in scars and blood.
"Ahem..." Zhan Chengrong let out a painful, unexplained cry, covered his face with his hands, and was shaken all over.
Death did not take him away, because death cannot take away a person who has already died.
Only Zhan Chengrong himself can understand the feeling of being exploded at this moment.
Over there, Lei Yue turned around, raised the Pioneer II in his hand, pointed it at the flesh-and-blood elephant in front of him, and fired again and again.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
He walked up to the elephant, shooting as he walked.
No matter how ferocious and roaring the elephant was, or waving its tusks and legs, he continued to walk up and shoot.
Boom! The beaten elephant fell to the ground with a crash, and then exploded, turning into rotting flesh and blood all over the ground, splattering the bald head with a stinky smell.
"Good showman, you, you..."
Zhan Chengrong stared at his eyes that were condensed with blood and flesh, and made a vague, choked, messy voice...
Not long ago, time passed, but the various shocks he received were so severe that his mind was about to be overwhelmed.
When confronting the elephant, the showman and him made different choices.
This drama... life is like a drama, but it cannot be repeated.
Suddenly, the producer, assistant, editor and others, before they had recovered from the gunshot, were surprised to see this middle-aged man crying like crazy.
Zhan Chengrong, who has always had a sharp tongue and no mercy or self-pity, cried for the first time in many years in front of so many viewers who broke the ratings record of the show. He cried heartbreakingly.
All the staff were able to move and looked at each other. They couldn't help but feel happy when they saw the ratings curve rising again.
They knew that it was worth it, the boss's right foot and nose, the horror, the crying... everything was worth it.
But they didn't know that it was Zhan Chengrong who was crying back then.
At this time, everyone saw the young man in black who was leading the show approaching the camera lens. None of them dared to move or speak randomly, they just maintained their puppet state.
The actor, on the other hand, looked directly at the broken lens, as if looking at every audience member, and said in a rustling voice:
"Gun, I need more guns."
Suddenly, the entire Fulong Square erupted into loud shouts, the air was burning, and it seemed that everyone's powder keg was lit and exploded.
In the sea of people, many people also took out pistols, rifles, submachine guns, etc., and various types of firearms.
These young people dressed in rock, punk, heavy metal and other street styles rushed to raise their guns at the showman on the big screen and responded to his request.
They have guns in their hands, and they themselves are guns.
They felt that the suffocation they had held in for too long was boiling out.
Some people were so excited that they could hardly stand, crumbling, looking at each other, and just wanted to raise their heads and shout:
"We are crazy!"
"In the eyes of elephants, we are all gun-playing lunatics, trash, losers, yes, because that's what we are!"
"This world does not belong to us, but to those people; the future does not belong to us, but to those people!"
"Shoot, shoot, shoot!"
"We are all theater people, we need more guns!!!"
Fanaticism is contagious and madness can spread.
Jiang Meier and other reporters stared around, and the photographers took pictures of the surroundings, clearly seeing how this madness started.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Suddenly, gunfire rang out and people started shooting into the sky.
Every face of the officers patrolling the square became serious and heavy, and large numbers of people began to gather and walk towards the crowd in groups.
Almost all TV channels, except for the situation in the studio of the Truth Daily Channel, have split the screen and broadcast "breaking news" at the same time.
Spread the first entertainment, Jiang Meier faced the camera, behind her were cheering crowds, and gunshots kept ringing out.
She didn't let her face show a trace of excitement and said seriously:
"Breaking news, the showman who has just appeared on the stage has caused a new riot. Fulong Plaza is heading towards chaos."
People around him were shouting. Huang Ziqiang looked around in confusion. The young men and women were frightened because they didn't understand.
Whether it's the boy with curly hair, the girl with glasses... or Yang Yinuo, who is also here.
No matter where you were in the ecological chain of the class before.
Huang Ziqiang found that everyone was like him at this time, confused and at a loss, and could not even say a complete sentence:
"Lei Yue, now he..."
"Is that person really Lei Yue..."
"Lei Yue, is that Lei Yue?"
…
The Dongzhou headquarters of Saito Entertainment Department is located in a skyscraper with a height of dozens of floors, and various departments have not yet been fully settled and sorted out.
At this time, in a spacious office, dozens of people were watching the live broadcast on the large wall-mounted screen in complete silence.
Dongzhou General Manager Mike is also there. This middle-aged man is wearing a gray suit, black tie, and black leather shoes. He looks very mature and stable.
But now, Mike's hand holding the cell phone to make a call could not help but tremble slightly.
The company appointed him as the general manager of Dongzhou to be fully responsible for "Dongzhou Night". This was an opportunity he only got after years of hard work at Saito.
The Dongzhou Night must be held well, and Saito must win, so that he and everyone in this office can be qualified to continue to be promoted.
Otherwise, it will just keep falling, falling, falling into the utility room on the underground floor.
Everything was fine originally, especially the discovery of a super newcomer like the "number one"...
"First place" not only shines in Dongzhou, but also has the potential to enter the headquarters' superhero queue.
but now……
You can't ask the headquarters to arrange for those old heroes to do things, otherwise they will be caught by some truly independent media and accused of bullying newcomers.
Moreover, that would make him too incompetent. Even if the problem is solved, there is no chance of promotion.
The only person the headquarters allowed him to call was the juggling professor.
After a few beeps, the call was connected.
"Xiaohua, you've had enough trouble." Mike said in a deep voice, "We have seen your strength, let the drama stop immediately!"
On the TV screen, the actor was walking around the studio with a pistol and did not leave.
"Hey, who are you calling? My friends all call me Sister Hua." A female voice came from the mobile phone.
"Sister Hua..." Mike just wanted to resolve this matter, so he spoke with more respect for this former subordinate and said:
"You guys, let's play some chips. You know, if you want money? Give me money. House? Car? Give me. Beautiful woman? Handsome guy? Give me everything.
"Whatever we can satisfy, we will satisfy you."
"Who are you? You are not my friend. What do you call Sister Hua?" Sister Hua said angrily.
Mike's face suddenly darkened, not because of the other party's teasing, but because of the meaning of the other party's attitude.
"Xiaohua, have you thought clearly about starting a confrontation with us? Have you really thought clearly about it!?"
There was a crackle and the call was hung up.
Mike took deep breaths and looked at the large wall screen:
Zhan Chengrong was crying bitterly, the streets were in commotion, and the actor calmly danced towards the camera and sang:
“How many rivers do we have to cross before we can talk to our boss?
"Everything we gain is everything we lose!"
Mike stared intently, adjusted the tie around his neck, and said to his subordinates without emotion:
"Then open all-out fire, notify our old enemies, and let's destroy this kid together.
"Let the juggling professor, in the name of saving Zhan Chengrong, go to that studio now and give some good shows to the show people in front of all the audiences."