A young man with a strong build, brown hair and a scar on his chin was leaning against a landscape tree on the roadside and smoking a cigarette, and he was carrying a black backpack in his hand.

Gulu...

At this time, he heard something rolling behind him.

Turning around, he saw a passerby walking on the sidewalk inside the landscaped grass. The scarred man raised his eyebrows. The moment he lowered his head, his body trembled suddenly, his back straightened, and his originally suspicious eyes were all filled with extreme coldness.

replaced.

At this moment, on the grass next to him, there was an eight-claw mechanical object similar to the size of a broadsword mine, with a gunmetal gray metal texture and a red sensor in the center.

Faced with this strange device.

There was no trace of surprise or curiosity in the scarred man's eyes.

He just calmly picked up the mysterious object on the ground, unzipped the black backpack in his hand, and hid it in the mezzanine.

Soon, a young man walked towards him on the road.

Wearing a purple sweatshirt on the upper body and black shorts on the lower body, he has brown curly hair, fair skin, and looks quite childish.

"Dizzard, I know, I'm already at the subway entrance, I won't delay his live broadcast... Oops!"

The boy was lowering his head and talking on the phone, but suddenly he felt that he bumped into someone and his backpack was pulled to the ground.

There is a Canon SLR camera in there!

He hurriedly picked up the black backpack and opened the zipper. Fortunately, the prop backpack and equipment inside were intact. However, when he looked up to look for the passerby who had collided, he found that the other person had already walked away, leaving only a silhouette behind.

"Fuck, what a bad luck."

The young man cursed and quickly ran into the subway entrance with his backpack.

On the sidewalk, the coldness in the scarred man's eyes was disappearing, and his spine was gradually regaining its flexibility and elasticity. He turned his stiff neck and was stunned for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number:

"Tread, the bomb has been replaced."

"I know, let's wait and see the good show next!"

In the alley of the neighborhood opposite the subway entrance, a yellow taxi stopped on the side of the road. The driver wearing a black peaked cap put down the phone and looked back at the blond woman behind him: "Rob has taken care of the matter. Don't worry, we will

I will definitely avenge the captain, even if I fail in the end, this matter will not affect you!"

"call……"

In the back seat, the blond woman took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes, "Let me follow you in the first round. If there is a problem with the bomb, I can notify you in time to adjust our strategy."

"good."

As soon as the man in the black hat finished speaking, the blond woman opened the car door and walked quickly to the subway entrance.

Almost ten minutes passed.

Gu Ji finally got everything done. He clicked on the Tik software, and on the screen was a beautiful foreign girl wearing an Alita COS costume. She started rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue as the music played on the edge.

Good guy, is this software so big?

He accidentally double-clicked with his hand, quickly clicked on the search, and found Passion Fruit's live broadcast room.

In the picture, he is dressed exactly the same as in the game level, with black fashion brand half-sleeves, a slightly chubby figure, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

At this time, he should have just started the live broadcast and was debugging the equipment and selfie stick.

Passion Fruit scolded while clipping a microphone to her collar.

"You came so slowly, why didn't you take a taxi? If you delay my live broadcast, I will deduct 30 US dollars in commission from you this month!"

"The main reason is that it's not easy to get a taxi where I live."

From outside the screen, a slightly childish voice came.

Gu Ji has just finished the bomb level, and there is no mistaking the voice. This is the voice of Safro Barron!

The black bodyguard Dizard on the side also scolded him a few times.

As his "financier father", Passion Fruit naturally has to take good care of it, otherwise where can he find such an easy and profitable job?

"Family members, don't worry. I'm going to wait for the subway first, and then I'll start our program right away. Can you please help me like it and share it on Twitter and Facebook? Yes..."

While Passion Fruit was greeting the water friends, Gu Ji carefully observed the Bluetooth pickup microphone on his collar, and sure enough, the bomb sensor signal light was already on.

This once again proved that his previous guess was right.

The equipment that Barron was carrying must have been secretly changed by someone in the gang of thugs on the road, but Jillian never found out who it was or by what method.

This is also normal.

If it were Gu Ji, he would also choose a place without cameras to start. After all, unlike in China, where sky-eye probes are everywhere, it is not easy to find a blind spot for surveillance.

Soon, the subway will arrive at the station.

Passion Fruit led several people into the subway car, occupied the central position, and pulled the stainless steel handrail on the roof.

"Okay, family, don't worry, today's program will start soon..."

Familiar dialogue.

Just like the "ding" sign during psychological hypnosis, it represents the official start of the level plot.

This was also the first time that Gu Ji directly watched "his" crisis handling actions.

So much so that he was still a little nervous even though he clearly understood the upcoming plot.

Within a few seconds, Passion Fruit started scolding "Barron" for being in a daze and not working, but it was different from him in the game level.

During the live broadcast, Passion Fruit showed no fear.

"Are you a piece of wood? I'm asking you something! Speak!"
Chapter completed!