BBC, the BBC, is the oldest and largest news broadcasting agency in the UK and even the world.

For a long time, the BBC has adhered to the purpose of providing high-quality news and broadcast programs to users, worked diligently and abide by its duties, and has produced many programs representing the highest standards in the industry, which are loved by the general public.

In the early morning, when residents in other parts of the UK just woke up, the BBC News Broadcasting Agency located in Media City, Salford District, had already started working early.

Vehicles of all kinds flocked to the media, people who were disturbed by emergency calls rushed to the headquarters building, with only one purpose - to ensure that they could explain the bizarre events in London last night to the people in the morning news.

Paper cannot contain the fire. Emergency broadcasts suddenly play music and the criminal court explodes. This kind of big news with the meaning of terrorist attacks needs to be handled with caution to ensure that it will not cause panic among the people and be exploited by some anti-social elements with bad intentions.

So, in a spacious studio at the BBC headquarters, the famous host Hancock Wallace sat behind a square table and pointed it at the camera lens with a quiet and solemn expression.

Hancock is a middle-aged man with brown hair and slightly fat, but his eyes are firm and bright. He often taps the table with his thick knuckles when chanting news - this kind of passionate and heroic movement has become his mark.

"... Everyone should know that the explosion that happened in the Criminal Courts of England and Wales last night was just an emergency blast.

The problem of sagging the foundation of Barry Street has been very serious, and the assessment of blasting has been placed on the desks of bureaucrats in relevant departments."

Hancock tells the script that had been booked long ago, with a deep and steady tone.

This BBC host was involved in several cases of sexual assault on minors a few months ago, and various rumors emerged one after another, causing a lot of controversy.

However, Hancock was very good at making a fortune. He was the leader of a certain blood noble (male). By bribing the Royal Inspection Office of the British Empire, he successfully eliminated the suspicion and whitewashed himself. His reputation among the people increased instead of decline, and he officially became the leading gold medal host.

"... and the temporary music is the responsibility of the British Empire Communications Commission. They should have played a short and powerful alarm near Barry Street, but they woke up the residents of London due to the operator's low-level mistake.

Unfortunately, they didn't send out the rockets' alarm like Hawaii, otherwise I would have promised that the marriage registration rate of young men and women in London would soar tomorrow - confession in critical moments is always the easiest, isn't it?"

Hancock smiled indifferently, everything was carried out in an orderly manner according to the script. As for whether such a ridiculous reason was convincing enough? This is not a matter that a mere host should consider.

What's more, history has proved time and time again that an organization's total IQ remains unchanged as it continues to expand. The British Empire, with a population of more than 60 million, still has the average IQ of its people below the red line of "manipulation and fooling". In less than a few days, these people will be addicted to the entertainment program of sensuality and utterly forget that there is such a thing.

"Okay, that's all for today's morning news, I'm your Hancock Wallace."

Hancock stood up and nodded to the cameraman, but suddenly saw a mysterious man wearing a squid head and a mask of Guy Fox in his sight.

The mysterious man stood behind the camera of the No. 1 position, standing shoulder to shoulder with the program director. However, what was quite strange was that no one seemed to have noticed his existence, and his expression was broadcasting as usual.

Although the morning news hosted by Hancock is a live broadcast, it actually has a delay set inside the TV station, with a delay time of 3 minutes. It is specifically used to control the scenes, dispatch manpower, and prevent broadcast accidents.

Hancock stared at the mysterious man in a cloak, but he couldn't help but sit down.

What's going on?!

Hancock was shocked. He completely lost control of his body and said like a puppet: "Haha, fellow British Empire, don't rush to change the channel. I was just a joke just now. Today's morning news is far from over."

After saying that, he jumped onto the table, spread his legs suddenly in front of the camera, twisted his thick waist enchantingly, lifted up his trousers, and showed his furry thighs.

What the hell?!

The studio staff standing in front of him were shocked. They didn't know what the gold medal host suddenly went crazy, so they all turned their eyes to the program director.

The director was also startled. He turned sideways and roared at the intercom headset, "Hancock, are you crazy? Get out quickly!"

Unfortunately, the gold medal host couldn't answer the director. He was obese and sat on the table, panting in his mouth, while pretending to lift his tie, put it in his mouth, and kept shaking his head - just like a stripper in the nightclub.

"Actually, all the content I just said about the blasting of the criminal court is fake, and it comes from directives issued by the big names of the BBC Executive Committee.

They didn't know what was happening on the scene. They could fool the audience in front of the TV in the stupidest and most clumsy way, so that you could think that the British government could still control the situation.

But who doesn't know? The bureaucrats on Downing Street are filled with foul-smelling shit in their minds."

Hancock twisted his waist and danced enthusiastically while talking big news, his wide forehead covered with pleated hair was covered with cold sweat.

The cape man standing behind the camera was still watching all this happen with a cold expression. If a wizard was present, he could easily tell that Hancock had won the worst soul-catching curse.

"Quick! Score this episode quickly and don't play it!"

The program director was nervously urinated. At this moment, he was extremely grateful for the three-minute delay in recording and playing the TV program. He only needed the director to react quickly enough to cut out these contents in time, so that he could prevent all this from happening before the British people saw the BBC's ugly situation.

The sweaty field staff rushed over and shouted hurriedly: "Director, our communication channel has been hijacked and has now become a national live broadcast!"

"What!?"

The program director almost ascended to the spot. He gasped to prevent his heart from exploding due to violent tremors. He waved his hand, "What are you waiting for? Turn off the camera position!"
Chapter completed!