I became a legend after rebirth

Chapter 817

Anyway, today is an important battle for Wenyuan Media, regarding whether the company can truly gain a foothold in the super metropolis of Yanjing.

With a rumble, the huge motorcade arrived at the Sheraton Hotel at 11.30.

The lobby manager has been waiting for a long time, and he warmly came to greet us without mentioning greetings.

Arriving at the venue, Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, the one thousand red envelopes worked.

In the banquet hall, which can accommodate 300 people, nearly a hundred reporters from various media were seated.

Since so many people had arrived, Lin Yuan didn't bother to wait.

After a simple opening statement and self-introduction, he asked Lan Feier to show up and take photos for everyone.

Next, I am going to show you a clip. After watching it, you will all understand who Johnson is.

The multi-functional banquet hall is equipped with large screens. As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, the company's technical staff came on stage and started operating.

A CD was pushed into the player, and soon, sound and images appeared on the big screen.

What a world this is.

The sky is vast and the fields are vast, and the surrounding fields are so empty and desolate that one cannot see the edge at a glance.

At this time, the camera turned back to the car.

Johnson, who was wearing a beard, appeared in front of the camera. He told the origin and process of the shooting in broken Chinese.

The people in the audience were in an uproar and talked about it: "It turns out that the rumored boyfriend is an inspector of an animal protection organization. The place he is in is Hoh Xil, a no-man's land in Daxia. Look, look at the faces of these volunteers.

, all cracked by the wind."

The picture continued to advance, and as the dilapidated off-road vehicle accelerated, the picture became more shaking.

I only heard Johnson introduce: "We found a litter of wild antelopes that left the group the day before yesterday. It was a mother sheep leading three lambs. But this morning we received information that a group of poachers were also targeting them.

Now we have to rush to stop the hateful executioner and save the elf Tibetan antelope in the wilderness."

The narration stopped here.

The car drove forward all the way.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by the scene in the camera.

It was another off-road vehicle that was obviously in better condition and faster. It was at the end of Johnson's field of vision, charging wildly, chasing a few antelopes desperately trying to escape.

The narrator also appeared again at this moment, and Johnson was heard shouting hysterically: "Go over quickly, let's go over quickly to stop them."

Unfortunately, their car was too broken and could not keep up with the poaching car at speed.

Just heard a few dull gunshots.

Under the shocked gaze of many reporters, the antelopes that were struggling to escape were killed one by one and fell to the ground.

"Ah ah ah, no, God, please don't kill them."

Johnson's heartbroken cries were heard on the screen.

When the poachers saw someone coming to chase them, they didn't want to meet them. They just picked up the carcasses of the two largest antelopes and tried to run away.

However, the road ahead was cut in half by a large river in the dry season. If they wanted to leave this area, they could only turn back and drive towards Johnson and his car.

At this time, I heard the volunteer driving the car say in a deep voice: "John, get out of the car. You are a foreigner and they should not dare to touch you. I will fight with them today. Either catch these people and go to the police station, or

Let them kill me!"

Just when Johnson was persuading loudly, trying to stop the volunteer who was probably in his thirties and whose face was covered with gashes from the wind and sand.

A poacher's vehicle rushed over carrying the carcasses of two antelopes.

"Sit tight John!"

The volunteer driving the car shouted and rammed the car towards the poachers.

While this fatal scene shocked many reporters, it also obviously frightened the poachers.

Then, along with the sound of the wind, a few curses with an indiscernible accent came faintly.

The poacher's off-road vehicle miraculously escaped the collision.

But just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bang of a gunshot, and a sinister bullet flew out of the passing SUV and just hit the volunteer driving the car in the chest.

Blood gushes out, and Johnson's horrified screams spread across the wilderness.