The Datum News Headquarters of the Rust Belt are still brightly lit at this time.

The backup generator in the base provides temporary energy for the fortress, but the automatic defense system installed around the base still fails.

“…”

The editor-in-chief of Baroque, who had just completed the most powerful report on the war-induced attack in the history of the Great Tide News, stared at the darkness outside the window with a frown, and his expression was very solemn.

Something happened.

Even though he saw the projected text on the sky in the city center, Baroque still keenly realized that things must not be that simple.

Nons like "technical adjustment" can only deceive children, and of course he won't believe it.

Baroque looked back at his subordinates in the office, then looked at his phone without signal, and asked, "Do you still have electricity?"

"It's full of electricity!" A cyborg waved his strong arms.

"Get off work, you guys go first, I'll sort out the information." Baroque said.

As soon as these words were said, all the reporters present who worked overtime all year round were stunned:

"Boss, are your circuits burned out?" a strong man asked in surprise.

"Maybe it was a Trojan horse." The man next to him said it was certain.

Seeing that all the gangsters didn't believe in themselves, Baroque blinked and said with a slight smile: "So you want to continue working overtime?"

...

"Stay away."

"Good night, boss!"

"See you tomorrow!"

The employees began to pack up happily, as if the previous conversation had not happened.

The rust belt has been completely cut off from the Internet now, and even if new reports are written, they cannot be posted. Working overtime is meaningless.

In addition, Baroque has some things to confirm:

He sat in front of his computer and looked at the half-written manuscript on the screen without saying a word.

Until the employees left, Baroque slowly stood by the window, turned sideways and exposed half of his head, turning on the night vision mode to look at the street below.

Under his gaze, Dachao News employees quickly left the base through the front door.

As soon as they arrived on the street, an accident happened.

Three black high-end cars suddenly rushed over from the intersection dozens of meters away and braked suddenly on the side of the road.

Before the reporters of the Great Tide News could react, the doors of the three cars popped up suddenly, and a group of weird guys wearing suits and ties and wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night picked up the plasma rifle in their hands and shot them at the reporters.

Slap sex!

After a burst of gunfire, the tide of news reporters on the street suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing this scene, Baroque's fist became hard.

——As expected, this power outage was indeed a conspiracy of the chaebol.

This army that came to silence was now sent by the chaebol. Adhering to the principle of "if the problem cannot be solved, solve the person who raises the problem", he intends to destroy the entire tide of news!

Fortunately, Baroque had predicted the opponent's operation and sold all his subordinates, winning valuable time for escape for himself.

As the editor-in-chief, Baroque knew very well that he was the soul of the tide news.

Other employees are completely irrelevant. As long as they are still alive, the news of the tide can make a comeback!

The problem is that he is almost out of power now.

It is a miracle that the backup generator that has not been used for a long time can still operate and cannot charge yourself.

The ten power banks he had on hand were also used up when he was doing manual work last night and had not had time to recharge them.

If you exercise vigorously, your residual battery will last about ten minutes.

Just escape to the hiding place within ten minutes and you will get a glimmer of hope.

Baroque pressed the hidden red button under the table and prepared to escape from the underground secret passage.

Then, the backup generator broke down.

Standing in the dark office, Baroque calmly cursed: "Gan Linniang."

Realizing that the entrance to the secret passage could not be opened, Baroque turned around and looked at the back window of the corridor outside the office. His body leaned forward slightly, jumped out like diarrhea, and his body directly crashed into the window!

With a thud, his sturdy body and glass fragments landed on the ground from the second floor. The moment his feet stepped onto the ground, he suddenly punched forward.

The confused soldier who stood in front of him was smashed with his head and his helmet, and the headless corpse fell down softly.

Facing the soldiers surrounding him, Baroque shouted loudly, full of energy, and his words were straight:

"Run!"

The rocket boots hidden on their feet suddenly started, dragging Baroque's body out of the encirclement, and crackling gunshots sounded behind them.

"He is the editor-in-chief! Kill him!"

The soldiers roared and chased after him, but were thrown away by Baroque after running two steps.

"Hehehe..."

Seeing the attacker disappearing from sight, Baroque turned around and laughed: "That's it-"

His gaze suddenly turned white.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Baroque's body flew up suddenly and fell heavily on the road ten meters away.

He raised his head, and the pieces of metal on his face peeled off, staring at the perpetrator with his red left eye.

It was a black high-end sedan, exactly the same as the model that attacked the reporter just now. The front of the car changed shape in the impact just now, and several figures sitting in the car had a red light like a wolf on their heads.

"Damn..." Baroque spit out a screw in his mouth.

——I still underestimate the enemy.

After this moment, he temporarily lost his ability to move and could only let the enemy slaughter here.

Is this beautiful flower about to wither here?

Baroque gritted his teeth and stared at the enemy in the car.

As his hatred stare, the four car doors opened at the same time, and the fierce soldiers were about to get off the car. At this moment...

Dong!

A black shadow fell from the sky and fell directly on the roof of the car, smashing the body of the car along with the four people inside.

"Who are you……"

Looking at the figure that had been photographed in the live video, Baroque was stunned.

What caught my eye was the heavy skeleton-shaped armor that once appeared in the chaos in the city center.

Before Baroque could come back to his senses, the armor symbolizing disaster opened his mouth and made a low male voice that seemed to rise from the abyss:

"I'm Bain."

"Mr. Bain..." A red heart flashed in Baroque's eyes: "Thank you."

"Go away quickly, the elite troops of the chaebol are coming."

Bain, wearing heavy armor, said as he bent down and carried Baroque on his shoulders neatly: "I'll take you out of here."

When passing by the car, looking at the soldiers in the car with their eyes closed and their eyes closed, Baroque whispered: "These people are indeed..."

"The chaebols are starting to silence." Bain smiled: "Your report hits their vitals, they are already anxious now."

Speaking of this, he controlled the source of disaster armor and accelerated and teleported to the alley ten meters away.

Several high-end black cars drove past the streets and searched for Baroque's whereabouts. The two hiding in the alley were as quiet as chickens.

After a while, Bain spoke again:

"Do you regret it?"

"No." Baroque's tone was firm: "This is the responsibility of the media."

Even if he was retaliated against, all the employees of the base gged, and Baroque did not regret publishing the report.

To maximize the popularity and attract war and fire is the way for media people to survive.

As the editor-in-chief of Datum News, Baroque does not allow himself to remain silent.

"Hahaha, OK!"

Bain smiled and said, "I'm starting to admire you. Let's go with me and take you to a good place where you can make a comeback."

"Where?" Baroque asked with a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!