The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 241 Accident
The BBC, the British Broadcasting Corporation, is the oldest and largest news broadcasting organization in the UK and even in the world.

For a long time, the BBC has been adhering to the purpose of providing high-quality news broadcasting programs for users, conscientiously and abiding by its duties, and has produced many programs representing the highest level of the industry, which are loved by the general public.

In the early morning, when residents in other parts of the UK just woke up, the BBC News Broadcasting Agency located in Media City, Salford District, had already started working early.

All kinds of vehicles swarmed in, and the media people who were disturbed by emergency calls rushed to the headquarters building. Their purpose was only one-to ensure that they explained the bizarre events in London last night to the people in the morning news.

Paper cannot contain fire. The emergency radio broadcast suddenly played music, and the criminal court exploded. This kind of big news that smacks of terrorist attacks needs to be handled carefully and acted prudently, so as to ensure that it will not cause panic among the people and make some Sociopaths with good intentions take advantage.

So, in a spacious studio at the BBC headquarters, the famous host Hancock Wallace sat behind a square table, aiming at the camera lens with a calm and solemn expression.

Hancock is a middle-aged man with brown hair and a little fat, but his eyes are firm and piercing. He often taps the table with his big knuckles back and forth when reciting the news—this kind of passionate and heroic action has become his favorite. sign.

"...everyone should know that the explosion at the Crown Court of England and Wales last night was nothing more than an emergency blast.

The subsidence problem in Barry Street has been so severe that assessments of the blasting have been on the desks of bureaucrats in the relevant departments. "

Hancock narrated the pre-booked script with a deep and steady tone.

The BBC presenter was involved in several cases of sexual abuse of minors a few months ago.

However, Hancock is a fool enough to be the face of a certain blood nobleman (male). By bribing the Royal Inspectorate of the British Empire and operating marketing, he successfully ruled out the suspicion and whitewashed himself. His reputation among the people did not drop. Sheng, officially became the premier gold medal host.

".The music played temporarily was the responsibility of the Communications Commission of the British Empire. They were supposed to play a short and powerful siren near Barry Street, but because of the low-level mistakes of the operators, they woke up the residents of London.

It's a shame they didn't put out rocket sirens like they did in Hawaii, otherwise I can guarantee that marriage registration rates for young men and women in the city of London will skyrocket tomorrow - it's always easiest to confess in a pinch, isn't it? "

Hancock smiled nonchalantly, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to the script. As for this absurd reason, is it convincing enough?This is not a question that a mere host should consider.

What's more, history has proven time and time again that the total IQ of an organization remains the same as it grows in size.The British Empire has a population of more than 6000 million, and the average IQ of its people is still below the red line of "can be manipulated and fooled". One stubble.

"Okay, that's all for today's morning news. I'm your Hancock Wallace."

Hancock stood up, and just nodded to the camera crew, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a mysterious man wearing a hood and a Guy Fawkes mask.

That mysterious man was standing behind the No. [-] camera, standing shoulder to shoulder with the program director. However, it was quite strange that no one seemed to be aware of his existence, and he carried on the news broadcast as usual.

Although the morning news hosted by Hancock is said to be live broadcast, in fact, a delay was set up inside the TV station. The delay time is 3 minutes, which is specially used for the director to control the scene, dispatch manpower, and prevent broadcast accidents.

Hancock stared at the mysterious man in the cloak, but sat down involuntarily.

what happened? !
Hancock was shocked in his heart, he completely lost control of his body, and said like a puppet on a string: "Hehe, fellow citizens of the British Empire, don't worry about changing the channel, I was just joking, today's morning news is still far away. Not over."

After that, he jumped onto the table, spread his legs suddenly in front of the camera, twisted his thick waist alluringly, lifted his trouser legs, and showed his hairy thighs.

What the hell? !
The studio staff standing in front of him were stunned. They didn't know why the gold medal host suddenly went crazy. Qiqi turned his eyes to the program director.

The director was also taken aback. He turned sideways and yelled at the intercom headset: "Hancock, are you crazy? Come down!"

It's a pity that the gold medal host couldn't answer the director. He was fat and sat on the table, panting coquettishly, and at the same time he lifted up his tie pretentiously, held it in his mouth, and kept shaking his head—like a nightclub. Like strippers.

"Actually, all the content I just said about the bombing of the criminal court is false, and it all comes from the direct orders of the big figures in the BBC executive committee.

They don't know what happened on the scene, so they can use the most stupid and clumsy way to fool the audience in front of the TV, making you think that the British government can still control the situation.

But who doesn't know?Those bureaucrats in Downing Street are filled with stinking shit. "

Hancock twirled and danced while babbling about the big news, his broad, wrinkled forehead already covered with cold sweat.

The cloaked man standing behind the camera was still watching all this with a cold and indifferent expression. If there was a wizard present, it would be easy to tell that Hancock was under the worst Imperius Curse.

"Quick! Cut this episode off!"

The director of the program was so nervous that he almost peed. At this moment, he is very grateful for the 3-minute delay in the recording and broadcasting of the TV program. As long as the director reacts quickly enough and cuts these contents in time, then the British people can see the BBC ugly before , to prevent this from happening.

The sweaty field staff rushed over and hurriedly shouted: "Director, our communication channel has been hijacked, and now it has become a national live broadcast!"

"what!?"

The program director almost flew up in place. He gasped for breath to prevent his heart from bursting due to violent tremors. He waved his hand, "What the hell are you waiting for? Turn off the cameras!"

(End of this chapter)