Chapter 1275 1275 Rebellion

The witch trial, a word that the uncrowned kings hate so much, after the turbulent incident at the beginning, although the media is still the media, their credibility does not seem to have lost much, but it is obvious to the reporters. Questioning eyes have increased. When reporters introduce themselves to others again, there is always a scrutiny in the eyes of others. There is nothing substantial, but this is enough to make reporters feel the influence of their social status.

Today, this term was raised again, and the reporters at the scene looked at each other in dismay. They didn't even realize what went wrong. "Isn't Hugo the one who went wrong? Why are these people coming to trouble me?" Almost all reporters think so, because they firmly believe that the "Death Ramble" crew has not responded in the past six days, which is a typical sign of a guilty conscience, and it turns out that the "National Enquirer" news is definitely not. Out of nowhere.

Many reporters even ran out angrily and impulsive, shouting excitedly at the crowd in front of them, "Shut up, you should worry about what is wrong with Hugo's spirit first, don't push the responsibility on us at every turn. ."

But the scale of only four reporters, standing in front of more than 1,000 people in front of them, was really short of breath. When they talked about the second half of their words, they seemed to lack confidence, but it would be too embarrassing to retreat at this time. The land is also a dilemma. I can only hope that my colleagues behind me can stand up and support.

Standing in the middle of countless reporters, Anthony's legs began to tremble a little. Deep in his heart, he could feel something bad, but he couldn't tell why. Anthony secretly warned himself that these people in front of him were nothing but a rabble, not one-tenth of Hugo's, so he didn't need to be afraid at all. What's more, most of what he reported this time are facts, so why should he feel guilty?

Eli Caswell and Meredith Morris stood at the forefront of the crowd, looking at the brazen reporters in front of them, their anger rose up, this is the so-called uncrowned king, this is the so-called holding A journalist who persecutes artists for freedom of speech is the leader who guides the direction of the entire public opinion... How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how disgusting!

Meredith clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from losing his mind, and then shouted to the reporter in front of him, "You can look at the news reports you wrote, how much of it is true? How much is after For evidence? You said Hugo was crazy, in which hospital? You said the crew fell apart, where are the witnesses? You said Hugo had a physical conflict with the staff, where are the victims?"

As soon as Meredith's voice fell, before the reporters could refute, the young volcanoes behind them clenched their fists and shouted, "Evidence! Evidence! Evidence!" Trembling slightly, like a substantial earthquake, everyone's heart began to panic.

The reporters don’t have to say refutation, even themselves are overwhelmed by the powerful momentum in front of them. Everyone just feels like a canoe in the stormy sea. The danger of subversion scares everyone.

For the first time, they felt scared, they were no longer the uncrowned king, the cameras in their hands could not store evidence, the press cards in their pockets could not be used as amulets, and once this powerful crowd swarmed up, they would be torn apart into countless pieces.

Anthony subconsciously looked back at the soldiers to the north. The soldiers didn't seem surprised by this scene. They just stood there to ensure that no one would rush to the north. Other than that, they had no intention of intervening. Anthony suddenly realized that this was a planned and organized protest.

"You are just a pack of wolves. When you see fresh prey, you rush forward desperately, not for the truth, not for justice, not for social supervision, don't make yourself so noble, you are just Dirty jackals who do nothing for their own interests!" Meredith's words were sharp and sharp, as if daggers were thrown at the reporters in front of him, "In order to make the newspaper sell more Sales, do not hesitate to fabricate facts, distort facts, falsify facts, and talk nonsense without knowing the truth and without any evidence! This is the so-called uncrowned king's prestige? !"

Meredith's emotions seemed to be out of control. As long as she thought that these reporters were eyeing Hugo like wolves and leopards, she couldn't calm down.

The words echoed through the loudspeaker in the open field, and the reporters were naturally not willing to be captured. Many reporters rushed out again and stood with the previous four reporters. They frantically shouted something at the crowd in front of them, but The young volcanoes did not give them this chance, and all of them shouted, "Shame! Shame! Shame!"

The sound of "shameful" kept circling in the open sky, like a vulture circling high in the sky, staring at the group of prey in front of him, not letting them leave. That powerful oppression hangs over more than a hundred journalists, making them more and more restless, more restless, more and more frightened.

Once upon a time, only entertainers would be forced into such a messy situation by reporters, but today these arrogant and uncrowned kings have become prey and can only look around in panic. Their voices were all drowned out, and even if everyone roared together, they could not form resistance; all their escape routes were blocked, and they were completely turtles in the urn; their excuses became useless, and they could only passively accept judgment .

Are witches treated in the same way when they are tried?

"Shameful! Shameful! Shameful!" The wave after wave of voices made the reporters start to worry: Could it be that they will face a violence today. verb: move?

At this time, the soldiers three hundred yards behind and the crew of "Death Ramble" became their only life-saving straw. What an interesting situation.

The uniform shouts of the young volcanoes were obviously well-trained, and they suppressed the momentum of all the reporters, and then swooped down with unparalleled momentum, causing everyone to fall into endless panic.

After the rebuttals from the reporters completely disappeared, Eli raised his right hand, and the shouts of the young volcanoes gradually dissipated, and Meredith took another half step forward and said loudly, "You guys. You claim to have mastered the direction of public opinion and use the power of public opinion supervision given to you by the people to act recklessly. You continue to create ridiculous and false news and exert terrible pressure on the parties, but you don’t consider the situation of the parties at all, and you have no scruples as a news media. Righteousness and truth! Now, we refuse to be used by you again, we refuse to be a weapon in your hands, we refuse to buy fake news from your hands, and we refuse to believe the absurd statements you make!"

There was a hint of crying in Meredith's voice. It was not sonorous, but it was extremely firm, and people could clearly feel the pain and disappointment deep in her heart. The reporters were all silent, and everyone looked at each other for a moment, but no one was willing to stand up again to refute.

"We will no longer passively accept information, we will no longer be passively controlled by you, and we will no longer passively believe your nonsense." Meredith gradually regained her composure, and the original rain appeared in her mind. If in order to defend Michael, she defended Michael with a picture of one enemy against one hundred, the hesitation, timidity, and vulnerability in her eyes disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented firmness, "Return me the truth!"

"Truth!" all the young volcanoes shouted in unison.

"Return me the truth!" Meredith shouted again.

"Truth!" The 1,500 young volcanoes who came to Baton Rouge shouted in unison. The shouts of the mountain and tsunami covered the sky, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time finally proceeded without hindrance at this moment. After venting, everyone was shocked from the depths of their hearts in the storm!

"The truth! The truth! The truth!" The young volcanoes shouted angrily. They stomped their right feet one after another. The strong footsteps made the whole ground start to shake, and the sand and dust were stirred up like this. When I got up, the faces distorted by anger, the figures trembling with excitement, and the shouts of indignation were moving forward with visible progress, and the huge pressure was on Gradually squeeze the living space of the reporters, a little, and a little more.

The wave of momentum is higher than the wave, the wave of resistance is higher than the wave, the shock wave is higher than the wave... In an instant, people have an illusion of wind and sand, as if there was an unprecedented wave on the entire empty road. In the hurricane, the reporters standing in the front row finally couldn't resist the strong pressure and began to retreat one after another, while more than 100 reporters could not help but shrink back and shrink again... The reporters are so small as a single individual , can't form a confrontation at all, can only shiver in the hurricane, as timid as a mouse, all shrink into a ball, lest his tears reveal his inner fragility and fear.

Anthony looked at the powerful formation of dark clouds over the village, his legs trembled rapidly, and even moving was too difficult. At this time, he couldn't scream, cry, move... or even cry, Fear made all the muscles in his body stiffen, and he could only stand there like a sculpture, and then as if watching his own vitality being eroded bit by bit, that kind of fear made him forget to breathe.

"The truth! The truth! The truth!" The echoes echoed between heaven and earth, as if the end of the world had come!