North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 636 - 353: The Entire Los Angeles, A Complete Mess_2
Some journalists, even if they didn't dare to broadcast this information directly, couldn't help but share it with their friends and family.
Faced with such explosive news, their friends and family couldn't resist boasting about their insider knowledge to others.
The news spread quickly.
It soon reached the ears of the hostages' friends and family.
They had already seen their loved ones being held hostage via school announcements, police reports, and live TV news broadcasts. Now, hearing this even more explosive news, their fury became uncontrollable.
What bullshit school shooting! This is clearly a terrorist attack, and those damn politicians had even kept the terrorists' demand for a live broadcast a secret. Did they want their loved ones to die underground?
Suddenly, a protest erupted in front of the city government building. As time passed, more and more people who liked to join in the commotion swelled the crowd, all looking for cameras to capture the scene, hoping to appear on television.
As for the purpose of the protest? Who cares. Just joining in was all that mattered. Perhaps after the protest, they might even get lucky and pick up a girl to 'exchange thoughts' with.
And it didn't end there. Some of Saul's family's enemies, upon receiving the news, hurriedly contacted the media outlets they controlled. Regardless of whether the news was true, they publicized it widely.
False news? Perfect for slinging mud. True news? Even better. And the civilians under the threat of a nuclear bomb? What did they have to do with us? After all, we're not in Los Angeles.
By the time Saul and his group caught wind of this information, the situation was already being relayed across many parts of the United States. The news could no longer be suppressed.
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"FUCK!"
"FUCK!"
"FUCK!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Saul, clutching his favorite golf club, smashed everything in sight like a mad dog.
It was all over! Everything was over! Saul knew that, no matter the outcome, his political career was finished.
And then, RING RING~
The landline phone, half-broken and lying on the ground, rang.
Saul, as if hearing a death knell from Hell, froze, his crazed expression fixed. After a few seconds, he dejectedly dropped the golf club, then, heedless of the shards on the floor, plopped down amidst the debris. He picked up the phone, waiting for judgment.
A cold voice came from the other end of the line, "Now, have them lift the information blockade over there. Until we resolve the situation, meet all his demands!"
Before Saul could reply, the line went dead.
Saul dropped the broken landline phone. It landed with a CLICK. He silently took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
As expected, it was a call from the family. The message was simple: he had been abandoned. Now, even if that madman—whoever he was—told him to die, he would have to do it, unless he wanted his wife, daughter, and close relatives to face punishment.
After finishing his cigarette, he finally stood up from the ground. Expressionless, he looked at the secretary cowering in the corner, too afraid to make a sound. "Go on," he said, "have them lift the signal blockade. Let those TV stations receive the signals coming from there..."
The secretary didn't dare to ask any questions and fled the scene as if for his life.
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Underground Research Institute.
Amidst a cacophony of cheers, cries for help, and sobs, images from their location appeared on the television set up in the broadcast room.
Their demands had been met.
This means we won't be killed by that maniac, at least for now!
Qian Feng sat nonchalantly before several cameras. Holding a microphone, he adjusted his trench coat like a gentleman. Then, in full view of the cameras and all of Los Angeles, he used the laboratory's landline phone to dial the mayor's hotline.
His call was immediately transferred and connected.
"This is Saul. If you have any demands, you can state them to me. Those hostages are innocent. They..." Saul, a seasoned politician, knew the principle of accepting defeat when one has lost a bet.
So even though he knew he was finished, he still habitually maintained his deceitful facade in front of the camera.
"Are you referring to how you previously suppressed the news, ignoring the over one hundred societal elites here and the countless students and teachers in the school above? Did it not occur to you then that they also have families?"
Silence hung in the air for a moment. Saul, gritting his teeth, tried to argue, "You're mistaken, I..."
Qian Feng interrupted him again. "I believe you already have my file, but many viewers do not. So, let me introduce myself."
The crazed smile from before reappeared on his otherwise handsome face. "My name is Qian Feng. You might assume I'm Chinese, but I regret to inform you, I am not. My true identity is that of a sleeper agent for the Eye of Hell project. You could say I'm an employee of your government."
Upon hearing this, countless viewers—who had already received the news, dropped everything, and gathered in front of their televisions—were in an uproar.
What the hell? This terrorist is a government employee? And that damn Eye of Hell project, what in God's name is that? The name itself sounds sinister!
Meanwhile, Saul, who had just received Qian Feng's file, felt his heart nearly stop when he heard Qian Feng mention the Eye of Hell project again.
Ignoring the fact that he was on live television, he said in a suppressed voice, "Qian Feng, Mr. Qian, apologies, but we haven't found any information on you. Furthermore, I must warn you, what you are doing now is extremely dangerous!"
