Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1135: Beat it up with a rake

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

The rustling sound of footsteps hitting the gravel on the road can clearly feel the tension and oppression, and the murderous aura that is pressing forward step by step is surging in the night.

Inexplicably, there was a sense of crisis, as if one's life was hanging by a thread, which was creepy.

Like an undercurrent, it silently surrounded Levi's Mercedes-Benz before it could stop completely, in a surprise attack.

Well-trained and decisive in killing.

The murderous aura was rolling, trying to accurately and sharply cut off Levi's breath.

However, at this moment, a burst of joyful cheers broke the silence.

"surprise!"

Directly in front of him, the dark shadows hidden around the residences of Levi and Mahomes all rushed out at once, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, or eight. Before he had time to look at the whole place, his field of vision was already filled with figures, like a flood, breaking through the shackles of the night.

Rolling air waves came towards my face.

Reporters: Damn it!
He was frightened and stunned, and a survival instinct burst out from the depths of his soul. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he braked at the first moment instead of rushing forward.

trap?

The scene before them was like a horror movie, where hunters were following their prey. They thought they were hunting the prey, but they didn't expect to step into a trap. In a blink of an eye, the hunters became the prey and were in a desperate situation.

That kind of reversal of horror and fear instantly overturned the situation under his control.

Scared of urine!
Literally.

Some people were so flustered and nervous that they subconsciously pressed the shutter of their camera.

Click.

The flash comes on.

All the ghosts in front stopped and locked their eyes on the reporter in front of them.

"who!"

The shout was like thunder out of the blue.

At this moment, the reporters finally saw the true face of the ghost in front of them——

Kelsey. Moore. Hill. Watkins. Fowler. Chris Jones.

Etc., etc.

Those faces are the main players of the Kansas City Chiefs.

Moreover, there were not just one or two, at a glance there were more than a dozen people.

Then, he was a little slow to notice that there was a crowd of people in front of the window of Levi's residence behind him. Each of them was holding meatballs, chicken legs, and pizza. They were like a group of raw and bloodthirsty beasts, staring at everything happening outside through the window.

Mathieu. Higgins. Clark. Breeland. Sorensen.

All are also players of the Kansas City Chiefs.

Judging from the scene, all members of the team should be here.

This is embarrassing.

"trap!"

The first key words that came to the reporter's mind were: if he still didn't realize that this was a trap set by Levi, then he would be truly stupid.

Obviously, they wanted to take the facts out of context and push Levi into a storm of scandals; but Levi was one step ahead and intercepted the case.

So, now let’s see, who is the arrogant and self-righteous idiot?

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
The crisis has begun in full swing!
The air became subtly tense. You looked at me, I looked at you. Both sides had their muscles tense and were on full alert. No one dared to act rashly.

After a brief moment of surprise and shock, a reporter immediately came up with a plan: "Levi mobilized the entire team to protect Ariana Grande!"

"Ariana Grande has been recognized by all members of the Kansas City Chiefs!"

He could even go a step further and create a breaking point by deliberately concealing Ariana's information.

"Levi attacked in a rage for love, and vowed to protect the true identity of his mysterious lover."

In this way, the reporter does not even need to take a picture of the passenger seat. He just needs to press the shutter button of the scene in front of him. How to make up the story next depends entirely on the reporter's skills.

In any difficult situation, reporters can always gain the upper hand. Levi is Sun Wukong. No matter how he struggles or resists, he cannot escape the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha.

At the scene of the stalemate, some reporters were ready to fight back, but they were still a step too slow.

Someone got the upper hand.

Snapped.

The sound of a car door closing broke the silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on it. In the dim light, Levi's handsome face looked ferocious, and murderous aura burst out of his face hideously.

"roll!"

"Get out of here, everyone! Patrick needs to rest, what are you doing here!"

reporter:? ? ?

Damn it! They came for Ariana, why did Mahomes show up?
However, before the reporters could react, the players led by Kelsey had already surrounded them with clenched fists in anger, and launched an attack on the reporters. The overwhelming momentum that erupted in an instant was comparable to that of thousands of troops.

Normally, standing on the sidelines of the stadium, the sight of thousands of troops colliding with each other makes one's blood boil and one's heart race.

In front of me, I was facing the ferocious and terrifying monsters. I couldn't move my body, my knees felt like noodles, and I was so scared that I peed my pants.

One reporter turned around and ran for his life reflexively, but he missed his target and fell to the ground, floundering like a mudskipper, looking extremely miserable.

"Stop!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere, saving the lives of the reporters at the last moment.

Wait, Levi?
Why did Levi save the reporter?
"If we take action, they will pretend to be victims to gain public sympathy; we should expose their true faces and let everyone know the truth."

Next, Li Wei took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the reporter in front of him and pressed the shutter.

Reporters:? ? ?
What, is this possible?
The reporters at the scene were completely caught off guard. Even though they were battle-hardened and experienced, everything happened even faster before their eyes. In a flash, they didn't even have time to catch their breath. Accidents and mishaps poured down like a flood, strangling them by the throat.

Then, they evolved from hunters to prey.

Click! Click, click, click!
Kelsey and the others all took out their cell phones and deliberately turned on their flashlights. The overwhelming and dazzling light captured all the embarrassed reporters in front of them.

It's like hell.

Journalists have always been so powerful, pointing their cameras at the players and using their pens as weapons to make these public figures tremble in fear. Who would have thought that they would see such a day?

Moreover, behind those flash lights, one could see the distorted and ferocious faces of the group of strong men, as if they were venting all the anger and frustration that they had suppressed in their daily lives, and they might tear them to pieces at any time.

Being exposed and threatened is bad enough. If the players in front of them beat them up and then the bad guys filed a complaint saying it was self-defense, then they would suffer physical pain but have no way to seek justice, which would be truly cowardly.

Fuck shit!

The rat scurried away!

The reporters who were so full of vigor just now were now struggling to escape, rolling and crawling on the ground, turning around and running away using their hands and feet.

But the Kansas City Chiefs players refused to give up and imitated the reporters, holding their phones high and swarming towards them.

escape!
Run away!
The reporters only hated themselves for not running fast enough. They gritted their teeth and ran at full speed towards their vehicles. They hurriedly released the handbrakes and immediately started the engines that they had not had time to shut down in their rush.

There was no time to figure out the direction, and they fled madly amid the flash of lights.

In a blink of an eye, only chicken feathers were left on the ground.

(End of this chapter)