Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

It's a pity that the reporters who discovered the big news turned into berserkers.Others are afraid of patrolling, but they are not. They are all hooligans, who is afraid of whom?

The patrol is shameless, and the reporter is even more shameless than the patrol.

The patrol chief, who came and went in a hurry, returned to the office, touched the teacup with his trembling right hand, and did not pick it up after several touches.

Wu Li, I'm very particular about your eighteen ancestors, you are too grandson of you.

This poor director, who doesn't know our anchor's identity at all and wants to make a name for himself through a star and let the high-level people see his courage, has a special feeling now that he is sitting on a crater that is about to erupt at any time, and he may be in the next second. will burn to ashes.

Wu Li, you are not your grandson, I am your grandson,

Wearing cold handcuffs on his hands, special code, which suspect is arrested without handcuffs, just because you injured Lao Hei so badly, what's wrong with wearing deputy handcuffs?Besides, if you only wear one, you are embarrassed to show it!

Let you hold the whip high, you let those damn reporters turn over, do we have whips in our yamen?You are a public figure, how dare we touch your finger?

There is also the sentence that even if the Hungarian mouth is facing the bloody bayonet, I will blame your grandma, you are blackening our patrol bureau to death.

If the former ones were mentioned, the poor patrol chief could barely find an explanation to cover up, but the latter ones hit his dead end.

The slander of the lackey, the laughter at the traitor, the son of Lao Hei was shaken by the laughter.

As long as the chief inspector thinks of these words, he will know that he is finished, completely finished, this life is finished.Promotion, bullshit promotion, it's all good in the end, and it's easy to get kicked out of the yamen, maybe he's going to go in this time.

After interviewing for a long time, the reporter who asked what happened and what happened was finally arrested and chased away.

Seeing these mad dogs running out of the gate with a pad, every patrolman felt a sense of fear and anxiety, and secretly broke a cold sweat for himself. The older the officer, the more worried he became.

Their concerns were right, and soon, reports of the incident spread online.

Fenghuang Satellite TV even pointed the finger at the essence of the topic, saying that it was an incomplete judicial system, and at the same time released the confession written by Wu Li.

Let me wear cold handcuffs on my hands, let you hold the whip high, I don't need any confession, even if the bloody bayonet is facing the Hungarian mouth!

We can hear it from just the opening four lines. If there is no great grievance and anger, how could Wu Li write such a poem?Speaking of which, I can't help but want to ask myself, what happened to our Great Kyushu?

Chapter 412 The two worlds are in full swing

The crab army raised the flag to support Angkor.

The most favorite thing for the Ministry of Rites to do is to cover the lid, and the upper and lower levels are effective. Most of the lower-level staff have the same mentality. If they can not 'trouble' their superiors, they will not 'trouble them'. Things 'we'll fix it ourselves.Major issues to minor ones out.

What Wu Li encountered this time is a common occurrence in the Yanhai area. It happens every day, every moment, or how did the word "black disaster" come from?

You must know that this word was not invented by us Kyushu people, but was first called by the American country that calls for equality for all people every day.

The lid couldn't be covered, the whole country was paying attention, and the matter was completely messed up.

On the Internet, the army of crabs, with primary and secondary school students as the main force, posted flags on each website to support Wu Li and the running boy group.

Fans of Deng Chao, fans of Bingbing, fans of baby, and fans of all the hosts of the running boy group all stood up.

In addition, Yang Mi, Sun Li, Liu Shishi, Dong Liya, Yuquan, Zhou Xingchi... Many star friends also began to help out, and all the eyes of the whole country turned to cover Han.

"I laughed out loud at the traitor, and the nigger's son was shaken by the laughter. This poem was written too much to relieve hatred. If nothing else, I will support Angkor based on this poem alone."

"I also support it. I prefer the last two sentences: This is me, the confession of a descendant of Yanhuang. Sing the song of victory and drive the niggas out of the Kyushu Dynasty."

"Yeah, get those niggas out, we don't need them."

A member of the Guangdong Federation of Literary and Art Circles quietly posted on the Internet, "Although I still don't like Wu Li, I think he is a gentle scum and a stinky hooligan in the literary circle. But I have to admit that he is indeed the best in poetry. In contemporary times, it is no exaggeration to say that it is unparalleled in the world. Both ancient poetry and modern poetry have extremely high literary value and can often resonate with people.”

Speaking of this, the 40-year-old member of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles sighed with emotion, and then said angrily: "As a Guangdong native, I have personally witnessed the evil people's actions. , they have invaded our city, like disgusting flies and rats, they must be removed. For nothing else, just for this poem, I will also support Wu Li once."

"Yes, not for anything else, but for this poem, we also have to give it a thumbs up."

"Angkor and the others are definitely being treated unfairly, or why was there a mass ban last night? Is there anything I don't understand about this kind of behavior? For the sake of Kyushu and Wei, I'm a ghost with you! Who wants to talk to the old man? Black and threatened whoever will take them home, we don't want them anyway."

"Cantonese people don't want it."

"People from Hubei don't want it."

"Neither do people from Fu Province."

More than seven or eight coastal provinces responded, and dozens of large and small cities called for it to know with their feet how disgusting these black disasters are.

"Let's go, let's also post." A netizen named Lin Ruoyu issued a call for orders.

"Count me in." Ruirui typed in response.

"Prepare the trumpet, if it is deleted again, we will post it again." Another netizen named ** reminded.

"Yes, if they block one, we will send ten, and if they block ten, we will send a hundred. I think they will be faster or we will be faster. I don't believe that there is no reason in this world. Catch, stars are like this, are we ordinary people still alive?"

The parallel world made Wu Li turn his back on himself, and the original world was not much better. The Yuezhou people who hated the old black to the bottom of their bones directly slaughtered major popular websites.Every household is posting, men and women, young and old together, mothers, parents, children, the elderly, using mobile phones, using computers, every household is in action, urban, rural, there is no non-response of.

"Er Wazi, lend me your chicken as an ambassador." An [-]-year-old veteran who returned to the countryside raised his crutches and scolded, "We drove the little devil out back then, and Lin Lao Lin Lao will be punished by the old man again. It's black. The special code, if the top doesn't care this time, I will risk my life to go to the gate of the palace to block the gate, and personally ask the emperor, who is the country we captured, and let a group of old people Is it dark?"

The crowd outside was agitated, and the people were angry and resented by the black disaster, but the police station was silent to death.

"Wu Li, who asked you to read that poem?" The director of the Huanhan City Police Department dragged Zhang Ma's face into the interrogation room.

"Govern the heavens and the earth, and control people's shit and farts? The mouth is on me, and I can say whatever I like."

The patrol chief, whose face was about to be pulled to the ground, was furious, raised his right hand and slapped the table three times, "I don't care if you write poems, but the poems you write are completely smearing our patrol bureau, and they don't match the actual content at all. nonsense and malicious slander.”

Ha ha……

"What are you hehe?"

"Hehe, you sue me, isn't this the yamen?" Wu Li sneered twice, lengthening his tone, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You are the chief of the patrol bureau, not the chief of the court."

"Don't be too crazy!"