Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

His answer obviously did not surprise everyone.

But everyone could see that this reporter from Global Daily, Bushkin, was fully prepared and waiting for him to continue to make moves.

"To be honest, before I came to this charity gala, I received an email from Michael Morbias."

Bushkin said slowly: "He mentioned in the email that Osborn stole his research results, a medicine called 'bat serum'. The key point is that although this medicine has the function of curing blood diseases, But at the same time, it has extremely strong side effects, turning people into bloodthirsty lunatics."

After a pause, he was too lazy to face Norman. Instead, he looked around with scorching eyes, with an aura of defying power and only seeking the truth, and emphasized:

"This is where the vampire murderers come from!!"

Whoa! !

There was an uproar.

David looked at the scene in front of him with deep eyes and a deepening smile on his face.

On the side, Wilson looked at Bushkin and said with a smile:

"He's doing well, where did you find him?"

"There is no shortage of talents in this world, what is lacking is a pair of eyes to discover talents."

David replied: "It just so happens that I have such eyes."

Global Daily!

It was the newspaper company that Wilson and Andre bought after David proposed to form a navy before.

Bushkin is an old employee of Global Daily.

David made a plan in the early stage, looked at the employee information of the newspaper, and when he chose the person to speak, he recognized at a glance that this person was the head of the famous Spider-Man villain and anti-hero, Venom, and Eddie Brock in the future. The boss, Bush Jin, who was the editor-in-chief of the Global Daily at the time.

For him, there is no shortage of talents in the Marvel world, gold is everywhere, only a pair of eyes that can find Maxima is missing.

Chapter 69 Proof

Bushkin's questioning resounded throughout the audience, sparking a discussion.

These chaotic sounds are like the buzzing of flies flapping their wings, circling around my ears.

Norman's face was ugly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

The cause and effect of the matter were all told by the Bushkin in front of him. Everyone is not a fool, so they can reasonably distinguish the truth from the false.

Even if Norman refuted it, everyone would not believe it.

Of course, some things cannot be admitted even if they are true.

"How can you believe a serial killer?"

Norman found the weak point in the other party's words, stabbed it like a knife, and said coldly: "As a reporter, you should know that any criminal is full of lies, and Michael Morbias' words are not worthy of trust. "

"I reiterate here that Osborne's cross-species gene transfer project has nothing to do with Michael Morbius."

"If someone dares to spread rumors about Osborne, you will receive a letter from Osborne's legal department."

"Mr. Bushkin, this is my answer, and it is also a warning. I hope you will take care of yourself."

Norman's remarks, seemingly tough to the end, actually cleverly bypassed Bushkin's question.

But the attitude is here.

Even if everyone knows the twists and turns inside, they don't think Bushkin can win this debate.

If there is, even if everyone knows it is true, as long as there is no evidence, there is no doubt.

This is a legal principle and a rule.

Everyone's eyes fell on Bushkin one after another. This Global Daily reporter, after today, I am afraid that he will be retaliated by Osborne.

Losing a job is a trivial matter, and I am afraid that life will be in a mess in the future.

Norman Osborn is not a good stubble.

Starting from scratch, it has built an international giant company like Osborne, and has a great say in the field of arms, which is equivalent to straddling black and white, with hands and eyes open to the sky.

How could a little reporter outplay Norman Osborn?

Bushkin was in a quandary.

Seeing this, Wilson couldn't help frowning a little.

However, he found that David beside him was very calm, knowing that all this was still under his brother's control, so he watched with great interest.

As the gathering point of everyone's attention, Bushkin, who is the person involved, faced all these pity, gloating, or joking eyes, but his expression was calm, his eyes were very firm, and he was unmoved.

As early as he stepped forward, he knew what he was going to face.

David gave him options, and he saw it as an opportunity.

It's an opportunity, grab it!

"You say Michael Morbius is the murderer, is there any evidence?"

Bushkin is like a fool, losing his mind and talking nonsense.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to understand how Bushkin, who seemed calm and well-founded, would come up with such nonsense.

"evidence?"

Norman seemed to have heard a big joke: "Tonight's party, I invited the director of the FBI's New York branch, Mr. Giles Pittman, do you need me to ask him to come out and explain the case to you?"

"Hello, Mr. Bushkin."

Pittman stood in the crowd with a calm expression, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and raised his hand slightly as a signal.

Norman nodded, and after meeting his eyes, he moved back to Bushkin.

"Mr. Bushkin, if you really have nothing to say, you should apologize to me now and beg my forgiveness."

He was arrogant: "At least, I can keep you in your job."

"Then please ask Mr. Giles Pittman to come out and explain why Michael Morbius is determined to be a vampire murderer."

Bushkin ignored Norman and looked at Pittman with a firm tone.

"Sorry, this is my charity party, so I don't have time to mess around with you here."

Norman was getting impatient.

He waved his hand to the security guards at the scene, ready to have Bushkin removed.

"Are you guilty?"

Bushkin won't let Norman get what he wants.

After today, whether Bushkin's name in the Global Daily is famous in New York or notorious depends on this.

He ran out of the media area and began to flee, evading security and coming up to Pittman.

The charity gala seemed to be turning into a farce.

"Mr. Pittman, Michael Morbias is not the murderer, I can prove it!"

Bushkin yelled loudly.

Pittman remained calm, ignoring the crazy man in front of him.

He wasn't so stupid as a reporter for offending Norman Osborn.

The security guard came to him and stood alone, holding his body and dragging him back.

Bushkin struggled frantically.

"The real murderer is here, and he is among you!!"

His hoarse shouts aroused everyone's attention again.

Pittman's expression remained unchanged, unmoved.

"Mr. Pittman, why don't you give him a chance."

At this time, someone suddenly said: "He said that the real murderer is among us. I want to see who is the murderer."

Pittman followed the sound and frowned when he saw the speaker.

He realized that he was involved in a dispute.

"If it's really a misunderstanding, let's put an end to this misunderstanding today!"

Before the voice stopped, the speaker looked at the other party on the podium: "Mr. Osborne, do you think this is the truth?"

"David..."

Norman squinted his eyes, glanced away, paused for a moment on the huge Wilson, and then fixed on David, with a grim expression on his face. It was clear that David just couldn't see himself feeling better.

But the matter has come to an end, if he refuses to agree today, those New York newspapers will dare to write the murderer as his name tomorrow.

"it is good!"

So he sneered: "I'll give you a chance, tell me, who is the murderer?"

"Lucis Crown!!"

Bushkin was released from control by the security guards, and pointed to the crowd. The pale man on crutches said firmly, "The real murderer is you! You are the vampire murderer!!"

"what?"

Lucis Crown looked confused and pointed at himself, inexplicably: "You said the murderer was me? A patient with limited mobility? Mr. Bushkin, are you making a mistake?"

His question is also the question of everyone present.

"That's right, Lucis, stop pretending, Mobias told me everything!!"

Bushkin spoke quickly: "Bat serum can cure blood diseases, and you are no longer a patient! However, you can't resist the side effects of bat serum and suffer from hemophilia. Artificial blood can't satisfy you at all, so You are killing people and sucking blood every day..."

Lucis listened to the other party's words quietly, his face was calm, but there was a fierce gleam in the depths of his eyes.

By now, he noticed something strange.

If Bushkin really knew his abilities, he would not have dared to expose himself in front of everyone so boldly.

Unless, Bushkin doesn't want to live anymore.

This is obviously not true.

Then there is only one possibility left!

"Mobias told me that bat serum can not only cure diseases, but also has an effect, an amazing effect..."

Bushkin kept talking.

While speaking, he suddenly took out a pistol from his arms and aimed it at Lucis Crown.

Everyone's pupils narrowed, and they were extremely shocked.

"That is, it allows the injector to have incredible power, just like the legendary, real vampire!!"

boom! !

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation in front of everyone.

No one expected Bushkin to make such a sudden move.

The security guard, who was only half a step away, stood there in a daze as if he didn't realize it, and didn't have time to stop him.

Tongues of flame erupted.

A bullet the size of a peanut grain escaped.

After the blink of an eye, everyone had time to let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

Chapter 70 Extraordinary

"Fake!!"

Norman was furious: "Security, what are you doing! Catch this bastard!!"

Bushkin put down his gun and raised his hands above his head without any resistance, allowing the security guard to control him.

"I didn't kill anyone!!"

He stared at the unscathed man in front of him with scorching eyes, and shouted loudly: "Lucis is a vampire, he has power beyond ordinary people, see for yourself, this is the proof you want!!"