Anthony was in a bad mood today, and even in the morning when he was upset, he accidentally knocked over his favorite coffee cup. The cup rolled dripping to the ground, smashed with a dull sound, and dirtyed his newly-paved carpet, which made him feel worse and almost on the verge of an outbreak.

All of this comes from a news broadcast on the TV station one day. It was originally the prime time of the news period, but a completely unknown guy appeared. A man like a lunatic threatened on TV. What did he say in the end to conquer humanity?

Humph, Anthony sneered in his heart. This was something that even the Beatles could not do, and he actually wanted to achieve it.

I have said long ago that I should not easily loosen the review of the TV station. Now, even such a guy can appear on TV. Although this man is very handsome, Anthony feels that he is only a little worse than him, but it still affects the city's public security.

But what made him even more depressed was that there were people in society who believed it true, and some even said that this would be a terrorist attack. Anthony thought that the man must be an idiot, whether it was the one who was on TV or the one who believed it true.

Because he can guarantee that this idiot who is on TV will be sent to the police station soon and has been charged with disrupting public security and spreading rumors. You should know that the ubiquitous cameras in Los Angeles will definitely make people desperate.

Anthony is more interested in how he entered the TV station. If it weren't for violent invasion, he might have taken the opportunity to make a fortune.

But because of this matter and this small matter, I have to hold a press conference early today. God, the battle in Los Angeles port has not been handled clearly. It has been so long, Anthony was thinking about whether he would hit the police chief.

Hopefully, it would not affect her resume. Anthony drank the newly served coffee, and the secretary next to her said, "His mayor, the reporters are all here." Her voice was sweet and her figure was sweet, and she was a black beauty.

Anthony tidied up his tie to make himself look more energetic, "Podova, you look so beautiful today." He praised without hesitation.

When he passed by the female secretary, he kissed her fiercely, while the female secretary showed a shy smile.

When they arrived at the scene, the cameras and cameras in the reporters kept ringing. Anthony took out the manuscripts prepared in advance and put them on the table to start the press conference.

Live broadcast, everyone needs an official statement from this moment. Anthony knows it. As for the content, Anthony is about to memorize it. This is the country's policy. Every time he encounters an incident that is suspected of terrorist attacks, it is nothing more than to investigate firmly and protect thoroughly. He will never compromise or concessions with terrorists, and it is similar every time.

But even so, Anthony held the press conference passionately, and there were bursts of applause at the scene as his speech. Instant performance and excellent eloquence are his capital and the guarantee for his survival.

"...so, we will never make concessions to extremists, but please believe me! Soon, they will be brought to justice!" Anthony waved his fists and ended the preaching.

There was endless applause from the audience, accompanied by the flashes of flashes, Anthony walked down the audience, and the reporters below surrounded them, and security guards kept blocking them. In fact, they did not dare to lean too far.

Each microphone was about to block Anthony's face.

"His mayor, what is behind this matter?"

"Mayor, how to solve the increasing number of gangsters on the streets of Los Angeles."

“Los Angeles Port…”

Anthony should turn a deaf ear to him, and he understands the truth that too much will lead to mistakes, especially in public places, so he just keeps walking.

"It's right, I'm so excited that I'm so excited, but what do you plan to deal with it." A slightly familiar voice penetrated into his ears. This sound seemed to have magic, allowing him to hear clearly in the noise around him.

He looked up at the crowd in front of him with a strange look. He quickly found the target, because not far away, there was a handsome young man standing away from the crowd, looking out of place, as if he was looking down at the crowd.

Anthony felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

However, someone had already recognized it, and the security captain was the first to take action, "Terrorist! Protect the mayor!! Control him quickly!" He called the walkie-talkie while covering Anthony.

He protected Anthony and slowly retreated, and the crowds around him separated from both sides like a tide. The desperate reporters were ready to beat the cameraman's machine was on standby at any time. This was big news. The main reason why they were so bold might be because seeing this man alone, as long as he did not tie the bomb, he would not pose a threat to them.

The security guards were nearby and immediately surrounded the man as soon as they found an unexpected situation. They scattered into a semicircle and surrounded the man.

The middle-aged man shook his head, as if expressing some regret. The security guards had surrounded him, "Put his hands on the top of his head! Immediately!!"

After shouting several times, he still didn't move. A security guard slowed down and tried to walk forward, but the man opened his mouth and said slowly, "It's a pity that I didn't hear a good answer, but I don't call him sir, and I'm no longer the son of hell here."

"I thought of a good name for myself...you should call me...God."

The air solidified in an instant, and Mammen's figure shook, as if he had ignored time and space, and appeared directly in front of the security guard closest to him. "The first one." He raised his eyebrows and said to the man.

He stretched out his hands and placed them lightly on the security guard's chest. Then, Mamen didn't exert much force, but the security guard was torn in half from the middle and torn apart from the heart, and his brain and internal organs were all split, as if they were chopped open from top to bottom by a blunt object.

Mamun threw his halves of his body to both sides, bright blood and warm internal organs scattered all over the floor, and the ceiling and chandeliers were sprayed with blood, forming an abstract work of hell.

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, and the security captain first reacted, "Start fire!" He shouted loudly, his voice distorted a little.

The gunshots were loud.

The crowd around seemed to be in a panic, and the reporters stopped broadcasting and began to flee everywhere.

"monster!!"

"The monster killed someone!!"

"What a terrible monster!"
Chapter completed!