I really don't want to be red

The phone was still on, but no one noticed this small detail at this time. He had turned the volume of the phone to the minimum, so he couldn't hear it at all.

But the conversations of several people were transmitted through the earpiece completely.

Immediately started tracking the number over there.

Here Hancock only let people watch it, the live broadcast didn't start, and he slapped Clarkson when he came up, "Bastard, do you think I'll be in trouble if you say it?"

"You've been in the entertainment circle for so long, don't you know? It's unlucky for you to do this kind of thing. How much does it affect me? At most, spend a little money and stop for a few days. Do you think I'll be fine if you expose me? You're so naive .”

Clarkson covered his face and was held down by two big men. He said calmly: "What do you want? Since I started the live broadcast, you should know that I have made the best preparations. The worst is death. I am not afraid."

"You are not afraid, what about your wife? What about your daughter? Your daughter is still young, you have to take care of yourself." Hancock lit a cigarette and said lightly: "Why do you think you are so impulsive?"

"If you just get out of the entertainment industry, your money will be enough for the rest of your life. Why do you want to play with me? Have you ever played it?"

Hancock said disdainfully: "Do you really think that you can fight against us if you are a star?"

"Clarkson, I'm going to give you a chance now. You start a live broadcast tomorrow and say that everything you said today is false. I will forgive you and just let you get out of the entertainment industry. You can make any excuses and drink as much as you want. Yes, if you are mentally ill or your brain is broken, you can do anything!"

"Otherwise..." Hancock pointed out the window, "You are on the [-]th floor here, and you won't be able to survive if you jump from here."

"You're threatening me, whatever you think, let him go and give our famous host a drink to keep him down."

The two burly bodyguards let go of his hands, and Clarkson picked up the wine on the table and took a sip.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to think about it." Hancock said, "I promise, my people will be here with you tonight."

"If you don't agree, jump from here."

Clarkson staggered to the window and looked out.

Hancock sneered, it would be scary to look at such a high floor, let alone jump down.

Besides, he didn't have a reason to jump off, he just quit the entertainment industry, and it didn't mean that he would go bankrupt.

Of course, this is something to say later, he has ten thousand ways to make his life worse than death in the future, who made him say something he shouldn't have said.

But let him think for himself now.

Clarkson looked downstairs, "It's really tall."

"Of course, this is more than 60 meters. If you think about jumping from here, you may not even be a complete body."

Clarkson took a sip of his drink, ignored him, and continued to lie on the window and look outside.

After waiting for a few minutes, Hancock looked at his watch, "Have you thought about it, don't waste everyone's time."

In fact, he is not in a hurry. If Clarkson repents now, it will not be of much use in the live broadcast. The contrast between the front and the back will let the audience know that there is a problem.

It's better to wait until tomorrow for a press conference, saying that what I said today is because I drank too much, and then create some other hot spots, or the popularity of this matter will subside in half a month.

But he needs a definite answer, this guy is a bit dangerous.

Clarkson still didn't speak, he seemed to be waiting for something, and kept looking out of the window.

Hancock couldn't help frowning: "Clarkson, I'm talking to you, do you hear me? Either agree to me, or jump off, you have no other choice."

At this moment, the ear-piercing siren suddenly came from far and near, and came quickly.

Clarkson turned his head and smiled.

Hancock was not worried at all, "Don't expect anyone to save you. Do you know how many murders occur in a day of appointment? It's 320, how many times do the police have to call the police? The whole appointment will be more than 100 times a day, There will be sirens going off all night..."

Clarkson also said: "I didn't expect anyone to save me. Didn't you just say to let me choose? I have already thought about it, and I choose to jump from here."

"Haha!" Hancock said indifferently, "Then you dance."

He thought that Clarkson didn't dare to jump at all, but was just delaying time. Suicide requires courage. If you don't act for a long time, that courage will disappear.

Clarkson has been live broadcasting for so long, and dawdled here for another ten minutes.

If he wanted to jump, he would never wait for them to come and be ridiculed.

Clarkson nodded, reached out and grabbed the window and stood up.

Even so, Hancock isn't worried.

Instead, he made a "please" gesture, crossed his legs, and said, "I'll watch your performance!"

"Haha, Hancock is gone, I hope you can still laugh later."

Hancock glanced at him contemptuously, "Jump if you want, do you need me to help you?"

Clarkson stood by the window with an odd smile on his face, looking out.

The siren was getting closer and closer, and they were downstairs immediately. Hancock frowned. He didn't think he was here specifically to find them, and the crime rate of breaking contracts was too high.

But just to be on the safe side, he still winked at the two bodyguards and told them to get him down.

The two bodyguards rushed up and pushed Clarkson violently.

Clarkson was going to jump and didn't resist at all.

He uttered an earth-shattering scream and was pushed downstairs.

The police car downstairs just arrived in front of him, and only heard the sound of "Peng", and a person fell on the front hood of the police car.

The smashed police car jumped suddenly.

The patrolman in the car slammed his head against the roof and nearly broke his neck.

Seeing the body on the police car, he hurriedly shouted into the walkie-talkie: "There was a fall from a building at 21 Chuck Street, 612st Street, please help, please help..."

An immediate response came over the intercom.

The policeman walked out of the police car with lingering fear and looked at the dead Clarkson with fear on his face.

If a person landed on the roof of the car for a second at night, he would probably follow him.

Hancock in the room remained silent for a long time.

The bodyguard came over with a serious face, "Boss, hurry up, the police are here."

Hancock jumped up and slapped the bodyguard on the face, "Stupid pig, I asked you to drag him down, not push him down, didn't you see my wink?"

The bodyguard was taken aback, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "You look at me, how do we know what it means? Didn't you say that you want him to jump off?"

Hancock covered his head, "This is human life, what should I do if he is dead? Let me explain, I..."

I don't want to say anything angry.

"Go, go, go quickly, the police saw trouble."

As soon as a few people went out, they saw a team of policemen and building security had arrived at the door.

I just ran across... (End of this chapter)