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The media reporters asked other questions again.

"Now that you have killed many people, what are your plans next?"

After Locke listened, he immediately said: "We are all ordinary people. What we did was forced. Now that we have calmed down, we will answer all your questions. Everyone on the Internet knows our History, don’t follow our old path!”

"Are you ready to be taken to jail now?"

"Yes, we just want the whole Internet to know that we are not terrorists, we have just picked up guns for defense and defended our freedom rights!"

"And we are just waiting for Fubo to catch us, we will not resist!"

Later, I asked many, many questions about various issues, including the situation at home.

However, everyone declared one thing, that is, what they did involved themselves and had nothing to do with their families.

In order to facilitate everyone’s live broadcast of the conversation.

Locke and others also found some pastries and coffee drinks for everyone to enjoy.

People in the live broadcast room were extremely surprised to see such an atmosphere.

[I haven’t seen you for a long time, this scene is really uncommon! 】

[Hahaha, watch it once and less once! 】

[Don’t laugh anymore, seeing this scene makes me realize the hardship of life even more! They are ordinary people who have been deceived by capitalists. 】

[I really hope that after such an incident, those capitalists can restrain themselves and stop trying to deceive the public and squeeze us dry! 】

[This is really a rage for a common man, with blood splattering thousands of miles away! 】

[I am a lawyer, they are nice people, I will help them defend if necessary! 】

【Count me in! 】

[If you are willing to help them defend, please contact me and we will form a team to help them defend! 】

While the netizens in the live broadcast room kept chatting.

There were shootings at two other locations in Lighthouse Country.

One is the stock exchange, and the other is the financial institutions on Wall Street.

Widespread conflict broke out.

There were multiple explosions in the stock exchange and it was almost razed to the ground. There were also many casualties among the traders.

Many financial companies on Wall Street were also hit.

The first few companies did not expect such a situation to happen, and were directly filled in by a group of people.

The people inside were still looking at the people who suddenly appeared with great confusion, and they were greeted by the black barrels of their guns.

After intensive gunfire, they all fell to the ground and died.

It then moved on to the next company, but soon a shootout ensued.

Countless police officers and Fubo rushed over and started a shootout in the street.

These people did not restrain themselves and attacked everyone they saw on the street.

After a fierce battle, all these people were finally killed.

In the end, six policemen and Fubo were killed in the two clashes.

The two places are completely different scenes from the fruit company.

One side is purgatory, and the other side does seem to be organizing a symposium.

A group of police cars quickly headed towards their destination.

"Fake Squid, why did so many desperate people suddenly appear today? Are they all crazy?" Lawrence, a frustrated officer, cursed.

"The enemies have just been eliminated in the other two locations, but the final result was too tragic!" said a young man.

"A couple of our brothers got shot!" said another.

"I hope the gangsters here won't be so fierce. They are all a group of desperadoes!"

"There are already a dozen policemen surrounding the place, waiting for us to go!"

"Damn, you're a bunch of cowards, they deserve to die. If you're in danger, just call us!"

Soon they arrived at the place, and when they got out of the car, they saw a group of police officers maintaining order in the outer circle.

Lawrence got out of the car and walked a few steps until he came to the police chief.

"How is the current situation?"

"They are all inside now, and there are no hostages inside. We just negotiated and they have released the hostages! And..."

The police chief wanted to continue explaining, but was interrupted by Lawrence.

"Okay, if there are no hostages, we can attack directly! You must maintain order at the scene!"

After saying this, he said hello to all the fubos and lurked towards the building in front.

"Why……"

The police chief sighed when he saw Fubo walking away in a hurry.

He just wanted to say that there is a live broadcast inside now and there is no safety risk.

Lawrence and his group of more than a dozen people slowly came to the gate and stopped.

Everyone made tactical moves, and at the same time their breathing began to become rapid.

They were all nervous, maybe there would be a fierce gun battle, and some of them might die.

Lawrence made a few gestures with his hands to everyone, and then started counting down with his left hand.

three.

two.

one.

One person kicked open the door instantly, and a dozen people on both sides rushed in instantly.

Then,

Then they saw a scene they would never forget.

At the same time, some of them doubt life.

who I am?

where am I?

What am I here for?

A group of people were in the hall, both men and women.

They drank coffee and chatted, with some laughter.

Lawrence saw a dark group of people looking at them, his heart beating crazily.

At that moment, his adrenal glands surged rapidly, and he almost hit him with a bullet.

"Watergefak!"

"Where's Walter Ayo Nongsa?"

Lawrence, who reacted quickly, immediately shouted: "Don't shoot!"

Although Fubo didn't fire, his gun was still pointed at that group of people.

"What are you guys doing? Didn't you say there are no hostages?" Lawrence asked loudly.

A group of people who were chatting live were in the middle of a live chat and were interrupted. Everyone showed unhappy expressions.

None of them wanted to deal with the uninvited guests.

At this time, the black policewoman Jennifer stood up and said to Lawrence: "Hello, they are doing a live broadcast!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the machine on the side and the mobile phone held high.

At this time, Lawrence and his team had seen clearly many machines and topics, all of which were well-known media and self-media.

Among them was a beautiful blonde reporter whom he knew.

At the same time, everyone in Fubo broke into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, no shots were fired just now, otherwise all of them would be in trouble.

It’s scary to think about shooting and killing a group of media people during a live broadcast.

Everyone lowered their guns to prevent them from misfiring.

He walked up and asked a group of media who were drinking coffee and eating pastries.

"Where are the gangsters?"