I am out of control, I don't have a pattern

Chapter 166 He rushed in! He ordered a song...

The perspective was like a roller coaster, accompanied by the rushing sound of the wind, and many people who were suffering from 3D sickness in the live broadcast room began to feel dizzy.

However, extreme enthusiasts have keenly discovered the problem...

"He's switching the suspension cables fast!!!"

"Oh my god!!!"

“The coolest swing in the world!”

"Come on!! Catman!!"

“OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

After someone reminded them, the audience finally experienced the feeling of peeing, it was so exciting.

This is a show I can watch for free?!
Isn't this more exciting than foreign girls? !
In the private room of "Urd", two middle-aged men were also watching the live broadcast. According to their judgment, when the boss was crazy, his limit could reach four Gs, and any roller coaster would be knocked down in seconds.

The kind without protective gear is comparable to that of an airplane.

"This is a heaven-defying thing."

"I wouldn't be surprised if this idiot fucks the earth live one day."

Master Li is now very convinced. Given his boss's incredible physical fitness, even if the fifth boss of the Yang family injects hydraulic oil into his body, it won't work.

The “single soldier 500” limit also does not allow people to fight in overload conditions for a long time.

Master Li, who is very familiar with this business, sighed, "Damn it, I have never seen such a heaven-defying thing. Even the 5th boss can only last for a few minutes with a 9G overload. Counting the strengthening potion, it's about 15 minutes. This idiot's basic physical fitness is not that of a human being."

"I told you not to try to kill him. Just get along with him honestly."

Han Zitong watched the live broadcast with a calm face. He was just providing for his old age. Of course, if the boss said he wanted to rob the Yang family's vault or something, he would definitely do it.

You have to do it, or the boss will beat you.

He can't beat the boss.

Soon, the mood of Interpol in the live broadcast room finally eased. In the command vehicle in Edo Port, a commander picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Wait for the power to be restored! Wait for the power to be restored! Wait for the power to be restored--"

no doubt!

"Black Cat Man" is raiding the emergency power control room!

He is a hero!

Currently, due to signal shielding, the police are completely unable to understand the situation inside the "Hemisphere Stadium". If even one percent of the more than 30,000 hostages were killed, it would be a very terrible thing.

And "Black Cat Man" is still live streaming!
He is still live!!!
Well done to "Black Cat Man"!
The scene finally turns from dark to bright, with gunshots, explosions, and curses ringing out. Following the lens of "Black Cat Man", justice will surely come.

Whoosh!
hum!
Cat claw darts, flashing darts, and LED marquees are so bright in the dark that people can't help but be attracted.

Da da da da…

There were rapid footsteps, the camera started to blur, and then the bodies of several terrorists appeared in front of us.

The breathing of "Black Cat Man" is so heavy, he must be very serious and very focused...

Boom! !

He kicked the door open!
It's a live studio!!
He restarted the emergency power supply control program!!!

He stabbed two terrorists to death with two knives!
He is a hero!

He took out a mobile storage device?

He... ordered a song?!
"Hello? Hello? Moshimoshi... Ano... Watasi... Bah, which idiot adds sugar and milk to green tea?!"

"..."

"??????"

"no……"

"I have a bad feeling..."

The audience in the live broadcast room was already panicking.

The old audience was as steady as an old dog, the new audience was confused, and the Interpol team in Edo began to twitch their lips.

"I found a good song and downloaded it online. It's called "Once Upon A Time". I like it very much. I recommend it."

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta…

The lights of the entire "hemisphere stadium" were turned on one by one. After the huge lights were turned on, the prelude of "Once Upon A Time" was heard, accompanied by the female voice lyrics "It's been a couple years since I've seen your face". What was seen in the live broadcast room was the window glass that rushed out of the live studio...

The sound field is very wide, which is good.

There were two pistols in front of him, and no one knew where "Black Cat Man" got them.

But that’s not important. What’s important is Black Cat Man’s shooting skills…very accurate.

boom!
Boom!

Two bullets in the chest and one in the head, even if Jesus comes, he will have to leave!
What's even more weird is that there was nothing in the entire stadium except for the background music "Once Upon A Time". The live broadcast images switched very rhythmically. The reason why it was called switching was because the "Black Cat Man" moved very fast. He might be in the high corridor just now, and in the middle aisle the next moment.

Wherever he went, instead of the sound of gunfire, there were flying knives. The dagger with a hook like a cat's claw would hit the target with a single swing of the hand. Even the people in front of the live broadcast room felt that the power of this knife might be even greater than that of a bullet.

Boom!

boom!
Still two shots in the chest and one in the head, very efficient, but the bullets were used up a little too quickly.

Click.

Now is the time to change bullets, but the audience in front of the live broadcast room are simply numb.

"Wang, De, Fa..."

"Did he just change the magazine in mid-air?!"

“It turns out that movies are real!”

“Fuck!!!!!”

“OH!!!!!!!!!”

He shot with one hand and used the other hand to knock the magazine in the air, then they fired alternately, the firepower never stopped.

There was an extremely intense exchange of fire in Channel C. Someone in the live broadcast room counted the number of people who had fired the first bullet, and a total of 72 bullets were fired continuously from the time "Black Cat Man" fired the first bullet...

That's the thing about submachine guns.

What’s even more shocking is that the camera kept dodging, and then the eight terrorists guarding the entire C channel all had their heads blown up.

"Huh..." In the live broadcast room, a breath was heard from "Black Cat Man". After opening the door to the passage, "Black Cat Man" took out his mobile phone and sent a voice-to-text message: "Mom, remember to braise some beef shanks and pig ears."

"..."

"..."

"?????"

“I love beef shank, too.”

“I love pig ears, too.”

"I'm the same as 'Black Cat Man'."

"I am also 'Black Cat Man'."

The entire live broadcast room was quite explosive. I didn’t expect that “Black Cat Man” was such a person!

He actually likes to eat beef shanks and pig ears!

Then someone searched it on the Internet, and wow...it's an advertisement!

There is actually a "Black Cat Cop" co-branded braised food in this world!!!
"I'm on a business trip abroad and will be back later."

Another segment of voice-to-text conversion, the live broadcast room was in a frenzy.

"66666666"

"Mom: Cat, what business are you on abroad? Black Cat Man: Counter-terrorism."

"Stop talking nonsense, is this anti-terrorism?!"

"Which anti-terrorism organization fights terrorism like this?"

"Counter-terrorism means killing terrorists through live broadcast."

"Hostage: Is there anyone who can save me?"

"Just ask if you have any objection?!"

Among the "Ten Years of Black Fans" group, their focus is rather bizarre.

"It's going up! It's going up! It's going up!"

“Is the effect so good?”

“That’s what the small and medium-sized enterprise sector is like.”

"Brothers, hold on, the beef shank buns are a big hit!"

"@The wind is a little noisy today, Crab Brother, can you raise it to 2 cents?"

It is a low-profile small company with a total market value of more than 500 million yuan. Its main business is meat floss cakes. It was acquired by "Creative Ability" not long ago. Now its main business has been adjusted to various co-branded peripheral snacks.

The current share price is 1.7 cents. The rebellious sons of the telephone poles are making great strides in the gambling business. Once they get 30,000 euros, they will use half for chemotherapy and the other half for stocks to contribute to the country.

However, it is useless to @李解 at this time. Although the avatar of the ID "今日风儿有点喧嚣" is lit, he must be very busy and has no time to reply to the message.

When Director Xiao saw this, he knew he had to step forward, so he immediately @ all members: "I think we can work together!"

"@Lanling Xiao Xiaosheng, Brother Xiao is awesome!"

"It's awesome."

Xiao Yuanyin said as he glanced at the live broadcast room on the monitor. The live sound was indeed very good. After using the "Smart Listening to Songs" function, the lyrics were directly displayed.

"We were always rebellious kids..."

Boom!

boom!
Director Xiao felt like he was playing an FPS game. The first-person perspective was so exciting.

Lin Chong and Zhang Qing, who were in the center of the venue, felt like they were going crazy. It was one thing for them to be forced to lie on the ground with a gun pointed at them, but could the muzzle of the gun be pointed farther away from the back of their heads?
This is too outrageous!

Lin Chong now just wants to know whether this javelin championship still counts?
If that counts, his pension will have to be increased a bit more.

Grandma, life is so hard these days!
“All God is great!!!!”

A terrorist roared and rushed forward with a bunch of grenades wrapped around him...

boom!
Boom!

Bang bang bang!
"Black Cat Man" is nothing special.

boom! !

Broken limbs and blood were flying everywhere. I don’t know how many people were injured on the spot, and how many people had tinnitus on the spot, but the live broadcast room of "What is Dangdangdang" was still moving fast and was not affected by the explosion at all.

Outside Channel C, SWAT is preparing to charge. Now the situation inside the venue is clear, and the terrorists of the "Black Sun Cult" have been attracted by the firepower of the "Black Cat Man"!
Dada, dada, dada, dada…

When the special police of the "US Allied Peacekeeping Force" were observing the situation from high altitude, they saw "Black Cat Man" pick up the terrorist's rifle and shoot at him.

The efficiency was amazing, hitting one person with two shots at a distance of 100 meters.

Thirty bullets, fifteen heads.

"Wang, De, Fa..."

"Kill count*33"

"What the hell? Are there thirty-three?"

"I counted them right at the beginning, there were indeed thirty-three. I just don't know if any of them died off-camera. Anyway, I recorded it, so if you don't believe me, you can watch it for yourself later!"

"unbelievable……"

"Who exactly is 'Black Cat Man'?"

"Probably a special forces soldier from the Space Force."

"What kind of special forces are so special? They are already alien species, right?"

"Fuck, another one!"

"Kill count*34."

"..."

Gunshots rang out one after another throughout the huge stadium. Although the terrorists from the "Black Sun Cult" kept clamoring to kill the hostages without stopping, the "Black Cat Man" didn't care at all and continued to hunt down the terrorist groups everywhere.

Even when "Black Cat Man" picked up a small electric rotary machine gun, he started firing without hesitation...

(End of this chapter)