Author: Robot Wall-E

"What does this kid want to do!?"

In the Dongzhou Saito Entertainment Building, the silence in the office was broken again by Mike's angry voice.

The juggling professor was knocked unconscious, and no one answered his call to Xiaohua. At this time, in the live studio, the showman walked towards the War Eagle.

Because of the cost and cultural significance of the War Eagle, Mike naturally felt nervous.

This car was prepared by Saito for the debut of Dongzhou Night's super newcomer, in order to ensure that it would grab everyone's attention as soon as it came out...

Other people in the office are also anxious. If something goes wrong with the Warhawk, it will directly affect their future and performance bonuses.

"You don't want to drive away this War Eagle..." a female assistant said nervously.

While Mike was feeling depressed, he also had another desperate idea, and immediately said:

"Let him do that. When he drives out, we will start the self-destruction program of the tank and blow him to pieces."

Everyone was stunned and suddenly became more energetic. The general manager was still ruthless...

That's right, with the authority of the general manager, if you click on the computer here, the War Eagle will self-destruct and explode.

If a showman is driving a car, he will not be killed or injured by the explosion, but he will be bombed to pieces, and his image will be lost.

After that, their colleagues in the legal department would bite the showman team and steal the Warhawk car and cause it to crash, even if they were killed.

At the same time, the hosts on the TV were all shocked:

"The Showman walks to the Warhawk!"

"What does he want to do..."

The audience in front of various screens saw the young man in black with a bad face walking up to the gorgeous floating car and taking a look.

People thought that the showman would get on the War Eagle and play around, but they were surprised to see him dig into the pocket of his leather coat and take out something.

Lighter, a silver flip-top roller lighter.

"Ah hello!?" Mike stared, realizing something, his heart tightened, and he said to his subordinates in surprise:

"Use the communicator to wake up the professor quickly!"

Swish, the good actor's right hand with the LOVE tattoo is holding a lighter, and his thumb slides the roller, but there is only a sound and no sparks.

He frowned at the camera, making a puzzled look.

Then, he scratched the lighter on the fingers with the HATE tattoo on his left hand, and voila!

The lighter instantly lit a flame from the HATE.

The actor turned his back to the War Eagle, faced the camera, and casually threw the flaming lighter onto the War Eagle behind him.

Suddenly, the entire War Eagle vehicle was covered in raging fire, and the fire quickly ignited a huge crow-shaped sea of ​​​​fire on the floor.

The fire continued to spread, burning around the studio, and also burned away from the live broadcast screen!

At this moment, the audience in front of the screen seemed to be on fire.

The violent flames thrown down by the showman burned into their hearts!

"I am an arsonist." The showman looked directly at the audience, "But I like it because I am also called the Burning Boy."

The shouts of people on the sprawling avenue outside were so loud that they were transmitted into the studio through the broken windows and recorded in the live broadcast.

In Fulong Square, people who were surprised at first also cheered and many people jumped excitedly.

Seeing that the fire was burning the priceless War Eagle and the Saito logo on the front of the car into a pile of ashes, it seemed that it was also being burned away along with many shackles.

Some people even feel sore and numb all over, and their bodies are being shocked.

In the past, the emotions that could only be felt occasionally at rock star concerts now burst out from the bottom of my heart.

They choked up their voices and shouted to the sky, but they couldn't express themselves fully:

"Finally, finally someone does such a thing!"

"He's a superhero! He's the one!"

"Not the ultimate warrior, not the ghost boy, not the number one, but the showman!"

"Burn, let us all burn, burn to pieces, burn to ashes!"

Ah, here, Huang Ziqiang and a group of young men and women looked at the surroundings becoming more and more crazy, and they became more and more lost in the boiling sea of ​​​​people.

What's wrong with these people? They don't know much about it, and it's not taught in school.

The live broadcast screen was gradually obscured by thick smoke, but the figure of the showman still stood tall, and the round and flat face of the synthetic oil remained stern.

"...!"

The big guy was flexing his biceps, which was barely tense at this moment.

A good actor burned his car. Is this illegal? What should I do? What should I do?

Suddenly, the big man thought of something and hurriedly ran towards the figure in the red dress, "Ginny, it's dangerous!"

"Ah, hahaha!" Over the backstage passage, Lackey was shouting wildly:

"I taught him how to play with the lighter, and I gave him the lighter, really!"

Sister Hua covered her sweaty forehead, and what she saw was not that the War Eagle was burned down, but that many Dabuliu were burned down...

"Good news and bad news." Xing Bao's childlike voice sounded calmly:

"The bad news is that we may face hundreds of millions of dollars in compensation, but the good news is that we can afford it."

Sister Hua finally took a breath. Yes, yes, just listen to the cries of people outside and you will know that this one is worth burning!

"Come on, come and sue us." Sister Hua said immediately and started to laugh:

"We are acting in self-defense. Zhan Chengrong invited the comedian to perform on the show. It is illegal for the juggling professor to come over and attack him.

"Who knows if that War Eagle vehicle is still a fatal threat? Talented people burned it down.

"Afraid of not winning the lawsuit? Of course we can't win, but..."

Sister Hua raised her hand and put it to her ear as if listening. She admitted that she was a little encouraged by the showman:

"Do you hear the people singing!? That is the song of our final victory!"

Seeing that Sister Hua, who always only wanted to make money, was getting angry, Lingsha, Xingbao and Moxigan also smiled.

But there was chaos around the backstage, and the staff evacuated in a hurry.

The three alien security guards who woke up from the smoke choked and stared, and finally decided to turn around and run away.

In the studio, under the shouts of Synthetic Oil, producers, editors, assistants and others also took action, helping Zhan Chengrong to escape through the safe passage.

They were in extremely complicated moods, panicked, excited, and shocked...

Looking back at the real-time situation displayed on the ratings screen, they all laughed like they were celebrating.

"Everyone, it's time for us to leave." Seeing the fire growing rapidly, Xingbao couldn't stand it any longer and pulled everyone together:

"Good actors can fly, but we can't. I really don't want to die at the age of 5!"

At the same time, Professor Juggling was still lying on the floor covered with putrid flesh and blood.

At this time, he was choked so much that he slowly moved over. When he opened his eyes, he saw that fire was spreading around him and thick smoke was billowing.

This is...what happened?

The juggling professor seemed to have just cut off a film, and his heart was filled with a blank blank.

By the way, I'm here to beat up the showman.

But for some reason, I was careless and was rubbed in the face by a big guy weighing several hundred kilograms...

Now, that burning fireball is the War Eagle!?

Where is the showman!?

The juggling professor looked around in shock, then looked back, and saw the showman standing by the shattered window, looking out at the metropolis with its tall buildings.

Suddenly, the actor jumped out, his black hair and black coat piercing the strong wind like blades.

The shouts of people and the sound of cars coming from the streets outside suddenly became louder.

"Professor, professor, are you awake? Do you hear me?"

The juggling professor also heard the sound coming from the communication earbuds. It was the microphone over there in the office calling:

"Chase the showman and use aerial acrobatics to intercept him, don't let him get away!"

Oh yes! The juggling professor came back to his senses and was about to ignore everything for now, stand up and chase after him.

But there was a bang, and the professor only felt a burst of pain on his face. His nose and mouth seemed to be crooked, and his eyes were flooded with darkness again.

The last thing I saw seemed to be a girl with colorful hair holding a skateboard and smashing it hard.

So careless again...

"Professor, professor!?" Mike was still shouting, "Where are the people? Hello!?"
To be continued...