StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

"You've really gotten yourself into trouble this time." Anderson sighed helplessly, "Your series of reports on the new city hall's construction problems have aroused strong reactions."

"It's good to have reactions. The purpose of publishing this series of reports is to make some people nervous for a while." Mike said indifferently.

"It's not nervousness, but it makes people a little panic." Anderson said.

His chin sank and touched his chest.

This situation is exactly the embarrassing situation that people who announce bad news often encounter. Anderson seems to have learned it in some management class.

The problem is that it's useless to learn it. He is still as restless as a pigeon in heat on the window sill, and he feels uncomfortable all over.

"Damn it, my report is going to be shot again." Mike has a hunch.

Sure enough, Anderson said, "Don't be angry, we just have to temporarily stop publishing this series of reports."

"Yes, your reports are very substantial, witty and factual, but you know that you have made some people very uncomfortable."

"Journalists always have to offend people. Anderson is not as cautious as he is now, right?" Mike thought.

The details of the series of reports flashed through his mind quickly.

This report can be regarded as his masterpiece. It starts with a low-energy thief who was caught dumping garbage in the park in the middle of the night.

It was some construction waste with slight radioactivity, which was transported from the construction site of the new city hall.

Mike remembered that the interview went smoothly, and the thief was very happy and revealed all the details.

Who instructed him to go out at night to do these petty thefts, what was the trick in the construction process of the new city hall... and so on.

Mike then organized the materials into several single reports and a series of reports, and through the Universe Network News Agency (UNN), exposed the serious corruption and job redemption in municipal construction to the public.

Mike then went through the people he had recently come into contact with during the interview, one by one in his mind.

The minions who ran errands for politicians, the clumsy criminals, and the councilors of the Tarsonis City Hall who he had ridiculed in his reports.

These people are likely to be dissatisfied with him and speak rudely.

But any of them making threats would not make the cunning Handy Anderson as uneasy and nervous as he is now.

Anderson looked at Mike's expressionless face and emphasized: "You have annoyed some respected people."

Mike raised his left eyebrow unconsciously, and his heart sank.

He knew that the respected people Anderson was talking about were some members of the oldest and most prestigious families on the planet Tarsonis.

As early as the first batch of colony ships full of prisoners left the earth and headed for space development, these families began to influence the decision-making of the Federation behind the scenes.

Could it be that there was something in his report that involved someone and offended some of the bigwigs?

Mike decided to check the interview records carefully after returning to find out which family actually reached out to the construction project of the new city hall.

Maybe it was a distant relative of a family?

Maybe it was a prodigal son who did not bring honor to the family?

Maybe it was just to make some money from the project?

God knows what these famous families are doing behind the scenes. If we can catch any family revealing their flaws...

Mike didn't know if he was drooling. Well, the prospect of reporting was too tempting.

Handy Anderson stood up from his seat, walked around the desk a few steps, and walked in front of Mike.

"Mike, I think you already know that you are in a dangerous situation at the moment."