Marvel – Immortal Path

BBC, the United Kingdom Broadcasting Company, is the oldest and largest news broadcaster in the United Kingdom and the entire world.

For a long time, the BBC has always upheld the purpose of providing users with high-quality news and radio programs, working diligently, abide by its duties, and produced many programs that represent the highest standards in the industry, which are loved by the broad masses of people.

In the early morning, when residents in other parts of the United Kingdom just woke up, the BBC News Broadcasting Agency, located in the Media City of Thorford, had already started work early.

Vehicles of various colors rushed to the headquarters building. Media people interrupted by emergency calls rushed to the headquarters building. They had only one purpose-to ensure that in the morning news, to explain to the people the bizarre events in London last night.

Paper can’t contain fire. The emergency broadcast suddenly played music, and the criminal court exploded. This kind of big news with the meaning of terrorist attack needs to be handled with caution and prudence to ensure that it will not be in the masses. It caused panic at the time and allowed some anti-social elements with good intentions to take advantage of it.

So, in a spacious studio at the BBC headquarters, the famous host Hancock Wallace sat behind a square table and aimed at the camera lens with a calm and solemn expression.

Hancock is a middle-aged man with brown hair and a little fat, but his eyes are firm and piercing. He often taps the desktop with his thick knuckles when reciting the news. The passionate and heroic actions became his hallmark.

".....Everyone should know that the explosions in England and Wales Criminal Court last night were nothing more than an emergency blasting.

The problem of subsidence of the foundations of Barry Street It has been very serious, and the assessment of blasting has been placed on the desks of the bureaucrats of the relevant departments."

Hancock recounted the pre-ordered script in a deep and steady tone.

Several months ago, this BBC host was involved in several cases of sexual assault of minors. Various gossips emerged in an endless stream and made a lot of noise.

However, Hancock was mixed enough to be the face of a certain Blood Race nobleman (male). By bribing the Imperial Family Inspection Office of the British Empire, he successfully eliminated suspicion and washed himself out. Bai, whose reputation among the people did not decline but rose, and officially became the premier gold-medal host.

"...The temporary music is the responsibility of the British Empire Communications Commission. They should have broadcast a short and powerful alarm near Barry Street, but because of the operator’s Low Level error , Awakened the residents of London.

Unfortunately, they did not broadcast the warning of the rocket attack like Hawaii, otherwise I dare to pack the ticket, and the marriage registration rate of young men and women in London will soar tomorrow-at a critical juncture It’s always the easiest to confess, isn’t it?"

Hancock laughed indifferently, everything is done in an orderly manner according to the script. As for this absurd reason, is it not convincing enough? This is not a question that the host of trifling should consider.

What's more, history has proven time and time again that as an organization continues to expand, its total IQ remains the same. With a population of more than 60 million in the British Empire, the average IQ of its people still stays below the red line of "manipulation and fooling." Within a few days, these people will once again indulge in sensual entertainment programs, completely forgetting that there is Such a crop.

"Well, that’s all for today’s morning news. I’m your Hancock Wallace."

Hancock stood up and just talked to the camera The staff was nodded, but suddenly saw a mysterious person wearing a hood and a Guy Fox mask in his sight.

The mysterious person is standing behind the camera at No. 1, side by side with the program director. However, it is rather strange that no one seems to be aware of his existence, and his expression is as usual. The news is being broadcast.

Although the morning news hosted by Hancock is live broadcast, in fact, there is a delay in the TV station. The delay time is 3 minutes, which is specially used for guiding and controlling scenes, scheduling manpower, and preventing broadcasts. The accident happened.

Hancock stared at the mysterious person in the cloak, but sat down involuntarily.

What's the matter? !

Hancock was shocked, he completely lost control of his body, and said like a puppet: "Hehe, fellow British Empire, don’t worry about changing channels, just a joke. Today’s morning news is far from over."

After that, he jumped onto the table, diverted his legs abruptly in front of the camera, twisted his thick waist enchantingly, lifted his trouser legs, and The hairy thighs show up.

What the hell? !

The studio staff standing in front of him were shocked. They didn't know what the gold medal host was suddenly going crazy, and they all turned their eyes to the program director.

The director was also taken aback, he turned sideways, moved towards the intercom headset and roared: "Hancock, are you crazy? Come down!"

Unfortunately, the gold medal host could not answer the director. The fat man sat on the table, whimpering and panting, and at the same time he raised his tie pretentiously, held it in his mouth, and kept shaking his head-like in a night field Like strippers.

"Actually, all the content about criminal court blasting that I just said is fake, and it comes from the instructions directly issued by the influential figure of the BBC Executive Committee.

They also don’t know what happened at the scene. They can use the most stupid and clumsy way to fool the audience in front of the TV and make you think that the British Government can still control the situation.

But who doesn’t know? The bureaucrats on Downing Street are stuffed with foul-smelling shit in their heads."

Hancock whispered while dancing and talking. For the big news, cold sweat is already on his pleated forehead.

The man in the cloak standing behind the camera is still watching all this happening with a cold and indifferent expression. If there is a wizard, he can easily tell that Hancock has hit the worst Imperius Curse.

"Quick! Quickly pinch this paragraph and stop broadcasting!"

The program director almost urinates nervously. At this moment, he is very grateful for the TV show recording and broadcasting 3 Minutes delay, as long as the director responds quickly enough and cuts the content in time, then it can prevent all this from happening before the United Kingdom masses see the BBC ugly state.

The brow beaded with sweat field staff rushed over and hurriedly shouted: "Director, our communication channel has been hijacked, and it has now become a national live broadcast!"

"What!?"

The program director almost soared on the spot. He gasped to prevent oneself's heart from bursting due to the violent tremor, and waved his hand, "You guys are still waiting. What, turn off the camera!"