Film and TV World Employment System

Film and Television World Employment System Text Volume Chapter 257 [Contact the TV station, the deceitful Nobby] Please subscribe to the water storage tunnel.

The clown masked man listened to his subordinate's report, and said with a gloomy face, "There are only seven or eight people?"

The subordinate nodded: "Yes, people broke in from three directions, and Doug and the others have already taken people to solve it."

"It seems that we can't stay here for long."

The clown thought for a moment, took over the DVD camera from the side, walked to a wooden table behind, and uploaded the pictures he just took to the computer.

Glancing at the time on the watch, it was 6.25 am.

Only three hours until the deadline.

The clown thought for a while, and uploaded the video on the computer to YouTube, Twitter, Facebook and other social platforms through multiple accounts.

After finishing all this, the clown pointed to the three presidents in the iron prison: "Take them all to me."

"yes!"

Several subordinates immediately opened the iron door, went in, took out handcuffs and cuffed the wrists of the three men.

When the president and the princess came out, there was a hint of joy on their faces. The gunshots outside indicated that there were people who came to rescue them.

"Don't be too happy." Seeing the smiles of the two, the clown laughed and said, "The deadline is less than three hours away, I hope the prime minister can be more sensible, otherwise there is no need for the two of you to continue living .”

As soon as the words came out, the president frowned slightly, and Mike Banning behind him squeezed his hands that were handcuffed behind his back, thinking about how to get out.

But Princess Anne turned pale with fright. After all, she was only an eighteen-year-old girl. When she heard the clown's undisguised killing intent, she naturally felt extremely frightened.

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The Internet has shortened the distance around the world. A video of less than two minutes can be uploaded with just a click of the mouse, and it will be directly available to users all over the world.

When the clown boy posted this video on the Internet, it was quickly discovered by others. Through layers of forwarding and Aite, in less than ten minutes, it rushed to the topic of major social platforms number one.

"My God, it's really President Benjamin!"

"Look, that's Anne, the youngest princess of the British royal family. She cried so sadly! I remember that Princess Anne is the Queen's favorite!"

"A request? What request? Why doesn't the British Prime Minister agree?"

"Upstairs, you don't know?"

"what do you know?"

"Haha, let me tell you, the clown in this video asks the British Prime Minister Falk Pig, and it has to be broadcast live. Do you think the Prime Minister will agree?"

"This... This is indeed difficult for the strong. Is it possible that you want to watch your own princess die?"

"The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is a coward! He has no courage at all. He is just a pig like Falk. If he doesn't agree, the princess and the president will lose their lives! Is it possible that two lives are not worth the self-esteem?"

There was a lot of discussion online.

Some people acted as the Virgin Mary, some acted as defenders of morality, some slandered wildly, and became keyboard warriors, but most of them watched this good show in silence.

After all, for most ordinary people, the president and princess are too far away from them. Regardless of the final result, they can only watch the news on the Internet or on TV.

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Six forty in the morning.

London, Prime Minister's Office.

Prime Minister Huslett Bell, who hadn't slept all night, sat on a chair with a tired face,

His eyes were bloodshot, and his bluish-black beard made him look much older overnight.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in front of him, all of them were high-level officials from MI6, the Security Service, and the Secret Intelligence Service.

"Have you found the whereabouts of the president and princess yet?"

After watching the newly released video by the online clown, a hoarse voice broke the peace in the conference room.

Everyone was taken aback by the sound, it was so hoarse, like the strange sound made after smoking a few packs of cigarettes and drying up their throats.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was sent by Prime Minister Bell. Looking at the prime minister's haggard face, Fergus, the director of the Security Bureau, said with shame: "Sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, I haven't received any news yet."

"Hehe, this is the intelligence agency that we spent a lot of money to build, and it can't even catch a group of terrorists."

Prime Minister Bell was angry, but he said a word of ridicule to everyone indifferently.

No one knows what kind of pressure he is under. In the face of all kinds of pressure from public opinion, the media, and social networks, everyone expects to see him fulfill the request of the clown and broadcast Fake a pig publicly. The pressure is not something ordinary people can bear.

Even Bell, who is the prime minister, is the same. This kind of pressure comes not only from the people in the country, netizens in the world, but also from the entire British political circle, and Her Majesty the Queen, who is the oldest in history.

Suddenly, Prime Minister Bell took a deep breath and said, "Do you really want to watch me make a fool of myself on TV?"

As soon as this was said, no one dared to speak.

The meeting room fell silent again.

Mrs. M opened her mouth, just about to say something, but suddenly closed her mouth again, as if hesitating to speak, for fear that others would not be able to see the entanglement in her heart.

Not long ago, James Bond, the No. 007 agent of MI6, reported a message that he might have discovered the whereabouts of the princess.

Mrs. M was very happy at that time, but she was disappointed when she knew that the information provided by Bond was that the princess was in the sewer.

Yesterday, I worked hard and spent a night and a day searching the sewers in the whole of London. The investigation of more than 2,000 kilometers took a lot of manpower and material resources, and I was not allowed to do it again.

"good very good."

Bell said hello a few times in a row, and then he burst out laughing. Coupled with the exhaustion and haggardness on his face, he looked a little crazy.

"Let's disband." Prime Minister Bell got up and glanced at the people in the conference room. After waiting for a few seconds, no one spoke. He turned to the secretary next to him and said, "Help me contact the TV station."

With that said, Prime Minister Bell turned and walked out of the meeting room, and returned to the office alone.

There was a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

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In the water storage tunnel of the sewer, gunshots continued, after nearly thirty minutes.

Bond rushed over with Hannibal and Facebook, and Sebastian on the other side also broke through the barrier with the trenches and bullets, and rushed to the water storage tunnel with his brother Nobby.

In the wide tunnel, with the help of white fluorescent lamps, a large black iron gate is clearly visible.

"Damn it! You're a step late!" Sebastian swung his fist hard, seeing the empty tunnel with only some corpses left.

"They can't run very far." Bond quickly changed the bullets and magazines, and his brain was racing: "Nobby, are you sure there are only three entrances and exits in this sewer?"

Nobby nodded affirmatively: "Of course I'm sure. I've worked here for several years, and I don't know how many times I've been to the sewer with Dawn."

"There's only one way." Hannibal pointed to a tunnel in front of him, which was the last one they had never walked through.

"I hope Barney and Allen can stop them."

As he said that, Bond loaded the bullet with a click, and without waiting for anyone to reply, he put on the night vision goggles and rushed into the tunnel in front of him.

Immediately, Hannibal, Facebook, Trenches, Bullets and others followed suit.

When Sebastian was about to follow, Nobby suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him.

Sebastian frowned: "What do you want?"

"I smell that perfume." Nobby shrugged his nose, sniffing around like a dog.

Sebastian said dissatisfied: "If you smell it, you will smell it. Let's hurry up, or you can stay here and wait for me, or go back directly."

"No, you said before that the princess was kidnapped here, the perfume smell probably belonged to the princess, but I didn't smell the perfume smell in the passage ahead, instead it was over there..."

Nobby suddenly slapped his forehead, and said in astonishment: "I remembered, there is a small passage on the top of the reservoir, along which you can climb to the ground."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Sebastian was very annoyed. He looked at Bond and the others who had disappeared in front of him, and then at his brother who was pretending to be stupid, his teeth itched with anger, "Tell me , where is that channel?"

"It's right up there!"

Nobby pointed to an aisle about half the height of a person.

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