Perhaps, the world I live in is an online or mobile game world--- a world invented by higher creatures, and the reality is relatively strong.

And I'm one of those characters who adds fun to the game

Yes.... What a terrible assumption...

--- Wang Luo

August 17, 1993 at 8:40 a.m

Meeting point: 7.2 km northeast and south, bullfighting bar

"Now, you can tell me everything you know. Mondy, kid. ”

In a messy bar, Captain Johansen--- former deputy captain of the fourth team of the Internal Security Corps and now the leader of the emergency special operations team, with 50 men in civilian clothes and armed with submachine guns, defeated and controlled a small number of gangster minions (about a dozen), and then had a cordial and friendly conversation with Mr. Mundy.

Mr. Mundy strongly protested the damage to the bar and offered cordial greetings to Mr. Johansen's ancestors and female relatives. But in the end, after Captain Johansen showed impatience and expressed a strong curiosity about how hard Mr. Mundy's skull was and whether he could block the bullets, the gang leader still made a good choice to confess.

"He's wearing a clown mask." Mr. Mundy stumbled as he dodged the barrel of the gun poking around his head. "There were two people, one wearing a clown mask. He said there was gold in those places. I didn't take it seriously. But Will did find one, and they all went looking for gold. ”

Mistress Mundy was angry that most of his men had left the bar to help in the event of an attack; In light of this, he was going to say that the main purpose of the clown was to find the experimenter, and that the mention of gold was only in passing. But the barrel of the gun pressed against his back and head made him very uncomfortable, and Johansen didn't ask, so he simply kept silent.

"Joker." Johansen muttered to himself. "Which clown?"

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With the support of the company, the gangster's affairs are easy to handle, but what to do next, Captain Johansen is not very sure.

After coming out of the bar, Captain Johansen and his men subdued several groups of gangs that were smashing and looting--- all of them.

Looking at the women who were killed, the children who were beaten, and the shops that had been looted, the anger in the captain's heart accumulated, and driven by such anger, he made a vow in his heart: that clown, whoever he was, must arrest him!

After dealing with the criminals on several surrounding streets, he ran to the place where the incident began: Grizzly City Radio One.

August 17, 1993 at 11:10 a.m

Meeting point: 10.1 km south of Noster Street, 12 Grizzly City First TV Downstairs

According to the police, the television station was attacked and coerced by criminals to broadcast those programs. But in the eyes of the captain, this statement is very doubtful.

Some of the material doesn't look like the criminals prepared in advance. In addition, advertisements can even be broadcast in the process of broadcasting such programs. According to the host of the television station: it was deliberately done by the criminals in order to mislead the police. However, it is also difficult to ensure

Are these people deliberately working with that clown for the sake of ratings?

It's not appropriate to rush people directly into the TV station--- it doesn't matter to the criminals to do that, but it's not on their own side after all.

So he waited at the door for a while, and then the host, who had been unscrupulous on TV for two nights, was about to go out, when he was killed by two security guards... Please come here. After another cordial and friendly exchange, Captain Johansen learned of the habit of the TV owner, Mr. Philip, to come down for a walk after lunch.

Still, it's hard to do.

"We sincerely ask you to stop slandering and slandering us."

"Slander? Slander? I would never do anything like this! My media is known for being authentic, and you're slandering me! Do you want to force the news media to do what you want? ”

"Of course not." Johansen motioned for his men to get out of the way. "We're just afraid you'll fall. You may not cooperate, sir. But when we catch that clown, when we get his confession, what will the mayor, and especially the bank, think of you? ”

"Joker... You're talking about the guy who broke into my house with a gun and his men and forced me and my men to play a show? It's great that you caught him! I still have a lot to settle with him! ”

There's nothing I can do with him. Seeing Philip's attitude, the captain sighed secretly in his heart.

"So, if you find any more traces of this criminal, please let us know." Johansen's voice was full of vigilance and respect. "You see, I'm just a small security guard, and I make a good job for the company. I don't want to be fired at the age of 30 and then go to some garage as a security guard with a pitiful compensation, earn a few hundred dollars a month, and can't even pay for my children's tuition. And these friends behind me, if someone forces us to lose our jobs..."

"What do you mean? Are you accusing me of colluding with the clown to make you unemployed? Hahahaha"

"I didn't say that. But in case, in case that clown tries to take advantage of your station again, he breaks into your station again with his men and guns--- is a danger to you and us. How about having my men stationed at the station so you can be fully protected? ”

The director of the TV station was silent. Obviously, this advice will cause him quite a bit of trouble. According to him, he was coerced, then he had no reason to object to additional protection; And if Ambrera's security guards are stationed in it, then a lot of the propaganda content will be blocked by these security guards.

"The police have strengthened the defense on this side...."

Johansen grinned and smiled. Immediately, several guns were aimed at the smart, wealthy, and opportunity-seizing businessman.

"The clown kidnapped our esteemed TV director. For his terrible grand conspiracy! Ah, Mr. Director resolutely refused to cooperate with him for the sake of justice, so he was killed! What a misfortune! Let us observe a moment of silence in memory of the noble Mr. Philip! ”

At that moment, Philip's face changed several times. After that, the security guards put down their guns and laughed.

It's a joke, it's a terrible threat, and it's not something to fool around.

The hypothetical person obviously hasn't succeeded yet. In such a situation, it is never a good sign for Ambrera people to find themselves.

Mr. Philip has always valued profits, and will never betray a friend without any interest... Or someone else. The captain, whose threats are not to be underestimated, but who refuses to mention what benefits he can bring to himself (far worse than the clown), is not difficult to decide.

Anyway, the clown didn't ask for secrecy from him, and he didn't mention anything he needed help with. Scold! Of course, he would have refused if he mentioned it. However, he expected that the current situation might not be possible...

"If my men and I find any information about this, we will let you know as soon as possible." The director pondered the vocabulary. "Does that satisfy you?"

Anyway, according to the previous tacit understanding, there will be no further contact. A cooperative attitude can also eliminate the risk to a certain extent, so be it.