Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Bushkin's question resounded throughout the audience, sparking a discussion.

These messy sounds are like the buzzing caused by flies flapping their wings, circling around in the ears.

Norman's face was ugly and his eyes were fierce.

The ins and outs of the matter were all told by Bushkin in front of him. Everyone was not a fool and could naturally distinguish the truth from the lies.

Even if Norman refutes, no one will believe him.

Of course, even if some things are true, we cannot admit them.

"How could you believe a serial murderer's word?"

Norman found the weak point in the other party's words, stabbed it like a knife, and said coldly: "As a reporter, you should know that any criminal is full of lies, and Michael Morbius' words are not worthy of trust.

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"I would like to reiterate here that Osborne's cross-species gene transfer project has nothing to do with Michael Morbius."

"If anyone dares to spread rumors about Osborne Company, you will receive a lawyer's letter from Osborne Company's legal department."

"Mr. Bushkin, this is my answer, and it is also a warning. I hope you will take care of yourself."

Norman's words seemed tough to the end, but in fact they cleverly circumvented Bushkin's issue.

But the attitude is here.

Even though everyone is aware of the twists and turns, they don't think Bushkin can win this debate.

If there is, even if everyone knows it is true, as long as there is no evidence, there is no suspicion of guilt.

This is a legal principle and a rule.

Everyone's eyes have fallen on Bushkin. This reporter from Global Daily may be retaliated by Osborne Company after today.

Losing your job is a trivial matter, but I'm afraid your life will be in a mess in the future.

Norman Osborn is not a good person.

Starting from scratch, he built an international giant like Osborne Company, and it occupies a huge say in the field of arms. It is equivalent to straddling both black and white, with hands and eyes all over the sky.

How could a little reporter outperform Norman Osborne?

Bushkin is in a dilemma.

Seeing this, Wilson couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, he found that David beside him was very calm and understood that everything was still under his brother's control, so he continued to watch with interest.

Bushkin, the person involved, was the focus of everyone's attention. Facing all the looks of pity, gloating, or ridicule, he remained calm and unmoved, his eyes very determined.

As early as when he stood up, he knew what he would face.

David gave him a choice, and he saw it as an opportunity.

It's an opportunity, so seize it!

"You say Michael Morbius is the murderer, do you have any evidence?"

Bushkin is like a fool, losing his mind and talking nonsense.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, wondering how Bushkin, who looked calm and composed and had just spoken with reason, could do such a nonsense.

"evidence?"

Norman seemed to have heard a big joke: "Today's party, I invited the director of the FBI's New York Bureau, Mr. Giles Pittman. Do you need me to invite him to come out and explain the case to you?"

"Hello, Mr. Bushkin."

Pittman stood calmly in the crowd, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and raising his hand slightly to signal.

Norman nodded, looked at Bushkin, and then moved back to Bushkin.

"Mr. Bushkin, if you really have nothing to say, you should apologize to me now and beg my forgiveness."

His attitude was arrogant: "At least, I can let you keep your job."

"Then please ask Mr. Giles Pittman to come out and tell you why you are sure that Michael Morbius is a vampire murderer."

Bushkin ignored Norman and looked at Pittman with a firm tone.

"Sorry, this is my charity party, I don't have time to mess with you here."

Norman became impatient.

He waved his hand and called to the on-site security guards, preparing to have Bushkin driven away.

"Are you feeling guilty?"

Bushkin wouldn't let Norman get his way.

After today, Global Daily will see whether Bushkin's name will be famous in New York or become infamous.

He ran out of the media area and started running, dodging security and coming to Pittman.

The charity gala seems to have turned into a farce.

"Mr. Pittman, Michael Morbius is not a murderer, I can prove it!"

Bushkin shouted.

Pittman remained calm and ignored the seemingly crazy man in front of him.

Because a reporter offended Norman Osborne, and he was not that stupid.

The security guards came to him, stood aside, held his body and dragged him back.

Bushkin struggled wildly.

"The real murderer is here, and he is among you!!"

His hoarse shouts attracted everyone's attention again.

Pittman remained calm and unmoved.

"Mr. Pittman, why not give him a chance."

At this time, someone suddenly said: "He said the real murderer is among us. I want to see who is the murderer."

Pitman followed the sound and frowned when he saw the speaker.

He realized that he was involved in a dispute.

"If it is really a misunderstanding, then today, put an end to this misunderstanding!"

Before the words stopped, the speaker looked at the other person on the podium: "Mr. Osborne, do you think this is true?"

"David..."

Norman squinted his eyes and glanced at him, stopping for a moment on the huge Wilson, and then fixed on David, with an unkind expression on his face. It was clear that David just didn't want him to feel better.

But the matter has come to this. If he doesn't agree today, tomorrow those New York newspapers should write his name as the murderer.

"good!"

So he sneered: "I'll give you a chance. Tell me, who is the murderer?"

"Lucius Crown!!"

Bushkin was released from control by the security guards. He raised his hand and pointed at the pale man in the crowd, leaning on crutches, and said categorically: "The real murderer is you! You are the vampire murderer!!"

"What?"

Lucius Crown looked confused, raised his finger and pointed at himself, confused: "You said the murderer was me? A patient with limited mobility? Mr. Bushkin, are you mistaken?"

His question was also a question for everyone present.

"That's right, Lucis, stop pretending, Morbius told me everything!!"

Bushkin spoke quickly: "Bat serum can cure blood diseases, and you are no longer a patient! However, you cannot resist the side effects of bat serum and suffer from hemophilia. Artificial blood cannot satisfy you at all, so

You kill people and suck blood every day..."

Lucis listened to the other party's words quietly, his face calm, but a fierce light flashed deep in his eyes.

Now, he noticed something strange.

If Bushkin really knew his abilities, he would not be so bold as to expose himself in front of everyone.

Unless Bushkin doesn't want to live anymore.

This is obviously not true.

Then there is only one possibility left!

"Mobius told me that bat serum can not only cure diseases, but also has another effect, an incredible effect..."

Bushkin kept talking.

While speaking, he suddenly took out a pistol from his arms and aimed it at Lucis Crown.

Everyone's pupils shrank, and they were extremely shocked.

"That is, it can give the injector incredible power, just like the legendary, real vampire!!"

boom!!

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation in front of everyone.

No one expected Bushkin to make such a sudden move.

The security guard who was only half a step away seemed unaware and stood there in a daze, unable to stop him in time.

Tongues of fire erupted.

Bullets the size of peanuts came out of the gun.

After a blink of an eye, everyone had time to let out uncontrollable exclamations.