death of hope

Chapter 65 "Flying Windfall" (65) Exposure

Miss Susan put down the communicator, clapped her hands and shouted:

"Everyone, come here! There's a good show to watch!"

"Yawn...scare me..."

The fat Donnie lying on the sofa sat up, stretched himself, rubbed his eyes and said:

"I was taking a nap, and I was woken up by you."

The others came out of their bedrooms: "What's the matter, there's a lot of noise."

Seeing that everyone came to the living room, Susan picked up the remote control, jumped lightly, and jumped onto the small table.

This time, it shows the explosive power of his leg muscles. The superhero "Black Cat" is famous for his athleticism.

"Okay, everyone, wake up and take a nap, keep your eyes open, and you won't be disappointed."

Turn on the TV, York City Entertainment Channel 1 is playing the boring Mary Sue soap opera "Hot Housewives".

Downey wiped the corner of his mouth:
"You called everyone... just to watch this boring TV show with you?"

"Be patient!"

Susan raised her arm and stared at the tactical watch on her wrist:

"get ready,

5...

4...3...2...

start! "

The screen of the TV series came to an abrupt end, and the screen was full of strange geometric figures, which then turned into snowflake-like particles, making a piercing "zilazila" sound.

"Your hackers have hacked the TV station, hijacked the signal," said Old Jon.

"The old man has eaten and seen it before, and he can tell what happened at a glance." Susan admired, and pressed the remote control button continuously, changing dozens of channels in a row, and all the TV programs disappeared. pattern.

"Your hackers are masters. They hijacked the signals of so many TV stations at once."

"Of course!" Susan said triumphantly, "The person who did this is the former electronic warfare consultant of the Federal State Security Bureau, and our York City Avengers are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"Why do you choose to do something now?"

"It seems that you don't usually pay attention to sports events." Roy said: "Today just happened to broadcast the "Super Bowl" football game, the Condors played against the Red Trouts, and today is a public holiday, so the ratings reached the whole year. highest point."

Downey made a grimace: "You still say you are a fan, so why don't you want to get up and watch?"

"Usually the factory is used to working overtime, and I usually watch the replay at midnight."

"Bah! Excuses! Don't make excuses, you fake fans!" Ferguson laughed loudly: "Haha, what you have done is too bad. People are watching the game. Cut off the signal at this time, and you don't have to put the fans on I was so angry that I yelled at the street."

"Wait, they won't be able to scold soon." Susan stared at her watch; "It's started."

The garbled signal stopped abruptly, and a dark studio appeared on the screen, with a mysterious man wearing a Halloween mask sitting in front of the camera.

"Hey... hello..." the masked man tried the microphone;

His voice is obviously technically processed:

"Hey, is there a sound?" He knocked on the microphone and blew again.

"Talk! You're a big idiot!" Downey scolded.

Susan patted Downey's fat head: "You are not allowed to speak of him! This is our hero!"

"This guy looks very nervous. His hacking skills are very powerful, but he is an amateur in broadcasting."

After some embarrassing audio adjustments, the masked man crossed his hands and fingers, and finally began to speak:

"Video and audio signals are stable and the broadcast has started.

Good weekend afternoon, citizens of York City,

Today is a public holiday. I am sorry to disturb everyone watching the rugby game. The content I will announce will not disappoint you. I will play a video first and treat it as an appetizer. "

The screen signal jumps again,

In a luxuriously decorated office, two men in suits and leather shoes were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows chatting, holding champagne in their hands.

From the shooting point of view, the video is obviously a candid video, and the information in the lower right corner indicates that the video was recorded more than two months ago.

The tall and thin man turned his head. He had a sharp face and a very conspicuous hooked nose:

"In two months, the mayoral election will start, Mr. Bernard, how are you preparing?"

The short man in the suit didn't turn around and couldn't see his face, but from his back, the name mentioned before, and the environment of the office, one can easily conclude that

This person is one of the candidates for the Mayor of York City election.

Bernard Hillslade II is currently leading the polls.

"Don't mention it, the funding chain is broken, and the investors have betrayed me." The short man said: "My campaign team is falling apart, and even the assistant manager has left. I am now thinking about whether to withdraw from the stop loss .”

"Well, that's a pity," said the tall man; "you're polling very well, and you're a strong contender for mayor."

"No way, hey!" The short man sighed: "Government games are extremely expensive, and the opponents are holding parades with floats, or spending money to bribe voters. Look at me again, I don't do any promotional activities, before The popularity that builds up quickly dissipates."

"What if someone would step up and invest in your business?"

The short man had obviously been waiting for this sentence a long time ago, pretending to be calm on the surface, but actually his legs were trembling with excitement:

"The chairman of RBT (Raccoon Trading) is really willing to fund my campaign?"

"As for the strength of our Raccoon Group," the tall man said, "you should be very clear that the only company in the local business district that has the strength to compete with us is Sakura Co., Ltd."

Hearing this name, the short man was obviously very annoyed, and his voice became low:
"CEO of Sakura Co., Ltd.... Matsushita Juhei... This guy has done me a disservice. He spent a lot of money to support my competitors, and even used his headhunting company to poach the main force of my campaign team."

"Mr. Matsushita is a business genius and a great inventor."

"Huh! I don't see any great inventors, I just see a greedy old man who lost his creativity and passion and turned to squeeze every dollar on the planet in an attempt to maintain his stock price."

"It seems that you have a good opinion of Mr. Matsushita."

"Aren't you?"

The short man raised his head: "Half a year ago, the wholly-owned subsidiary of Raccoon Business Trading wanted to build a chemical plant in the southern suburbs. When bidding for the land, wasn't that old guy from Panasonic messing things up?"

"You know the development of our company very well."

"Don't be a fool, brother, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, you came to me today, you certainly didn't want to laugh at my down-and-out appearance.

If you RBT Group contributes money to help me win the election, I will give corresponding favoritism in policy. "

(End of this chapter)