The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Chapter 43 I’m okay with hacking myself



It was hard to find a suitable customer.

Another bunch of crap.

Listen to what you say, and read ten years of books for nothing.

Edward couldn't ignore it anymore, he had to do something.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the leader of the trolls, otherwise this video would have been exposed.

Since there are no trolls, I just quietly returned to my seat, took my mobile phone and registered a small account, and commented on the video that has been watched by 2 people.

"How can there be food that makes people cry due to hype? I think it is probably too unpalatable, which is why everyone is crying. Resolutely resist unscrupulous journalists who collect black money and make false propaganda!"

Edward registered another trumpet account and continued posting.

"I think what the person above said is right. When I saw so many good reviews, I knew it was posted, but I didn't dare to speak for fear of being targeted!"

"plus one!"

"Agree upstairs!"

"And the photo looks like it was retouched. I'm a professional retoucher. I can tell at a glance that it's not the original photo. It must have been photoshopped."

"And how is it possible to catch him looking back at once? The coincidence is too deliberate. I'm just analyzing it rationally, don't criticize."

After sending several provocative messages, Edward put down his phone.

After waiting a few seconds.

Sure enough, there were people giving him likes in the comment area.

In order to reduce the heat, is it okay for me to shame myself?

However, all these efforts are still very useful. At least those who have just come in and have not seen the video have begun to think that this is a video that an unscrupulous reporter is paid to hype.

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Allen asked his staff to edit the video overnight yesterday, and then posted it to the New York radio station's website, and then quickly forwarded it to his Facebook.

I woke up early this morning and before I had a meal, I couldn’t wait to turn on my computer and read the comments.

The comments section is unanimously positive.

This satisfied him.

He also knew.

This is why the fans and audiences he has accumulated over the years are supporting him.

Otherwise, how could there be so many positive reviews.

I think with these fans to warm up the show, I think it will definitely attract more people to pay attention.

Just when Alan relaxed and prepared to make a sandwich for breakfast.

A discordant voice appeared below the comment.

And it was quickly praised by people, and its popularity exceeded those good reviews for a while.

"Hype, there is no food that will make people cry..."

"I think what you said above is right..."

Allen, who was originally in a good mood, saw this comment and looked at the people below who were scrolling on the screen as if following the trend.

He is said to be a black reporter who collects black money and creates malicious hype.

Allen's face suddenly darkened.

He was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Thinking that Inspector Edward was fighting desperately for their safety in the front, there was a group of people in the back stabbing Inspector Edward in the back.

He held a breath of anger in his chest and couldn't let it out.

Unforgivable.

Allen took out his mobile phone and quickly registered a small account.

Start fighting for Inspector Edward.

"This is a typical example of being black for the sake of being black. Have you watched the video? Do you know what happened to Inspector Edward? You don't know anything and you just come to comment. Don't you feel shameful?"

"I think you'd better shut up! Don't use your ignorance as a tool to ridicule others!"

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"Brothers from the anti-superhero law enforcement organization, someone is slandering Inspector Edward again. They actually say that Inspector Edward is hyping up. Send me a private message and blast him!"

"We have just received instructions from Inspector Edward. It's time to repay the favor!"

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Pete turned on his phone and saw a bunch of private messages, and happily opened the website address Allen mentioned.

I took a look at Allen’s video.

Hey, the popularity is growing a bit fast!

It has more than 3 views.

As expected of a reporter from the radio station, he is indeed quite capable.

Pete opened the video and scrolled to the comment area.

At this time, two voices appeared in the comment area, which were vaguely contradictory.

"Actually... there was a quarrel?"

Peter raised his brows, then thought of something, his brows gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Whether he scolded or praised, as long as someone was there, it was traffic.

Ok…

But he also had to stand up and speak for Edward.

"I was the one who took this photo. I can swear on the name of the Bible that the photo I took is absolutely real. I just changed the style slightly. You also know that pictures that are too real cannot be displayed on social media. of."

"Furthermore, Reporter Allen's video only tells a part of Inspector Edward."

"From police officer to detective, Edward has experienced too many stories. If you are interested in knowing more, you can click on my homepage and I will introduce this great detective specifically."

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Inside the police station.

Officer John frowned and shouted:

"Inspector Edward seems to have been sprayed!"

"what?"

A group of people gathered around.

At first glance, the name of the person who sprayed Edward is XBXGHDXGAHSUWNDBK

Just a bunch of jumbled letters.

And it doesn’t even have a profile picture or introduction.

“At first glance, this person seems to have just registered a new account, so we helped to push another comment up, overshadowing the popularity of this anti-fan!”

The "good brothers" in the police station all lined up for Edward.

One by one, they took out their mobile phones to like Inspector Edward.

The police officers who originally didn't pay much attention to it, after this wave of black fans came, transformed into the lawful camp. Facing the black fans, they shared the same hatred and hatred, helped each other, and liked and reposted.

Edward watched them give him a "enthusiastic" thumbs up, making him feel relieved.

I felt... "touched" in my heart.

Please, don't do this...

Traffic is free?

The thought that they had hacked themselves once online made them more united.

Edward felt weak in his heart.

Miscalculation!

I just want to blackmail me, why is it reversely promoted?

The popularity of this video could not be seen from the original daily search list. However, after Edward's operation, a large number of comments poured in, pushing it to the top ten.

You must know that almost all of the top ten people on the list are superheroes. Only one titled "Exploring the Secrets of the Food Appreciation Festival" is ranked tenth, which seems out of place.

Edward thought of the anti-superhero group that morning, probably because of this video.

I don’t know if there will be some Minotaur Horse Noodles who will come to him for help after this wave is sent to the list.

Edward glanced at the trumpet, and sure enough, there were already 99+ messages in the private message.

Just open one and take a look.

They were all scolding him.

Harmful……

This trumpet is useless.

"Commander, morning!"

"morning!"

"What the hell?" Edward's heart skipped a beat when he heard Gordon's voice.

He quickly pretended to be busy and walked out quickly, just in time to avoid Gordon.

This guy was thinking about making me a police star last time.

It took a lot of effort to make him forget about this last time. If he were to find out about this video, would he still be able to arrange it clearly for him?

The police station is so big.

But there is no place for me.

Edward felt slightly melancholy.

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Gordon vaguely saw the back of Inspector Edward.

When he was considering whether to tell him to stay, Mengge frowned and passed by him with his mobile phone.

"what happened?"

"Ah, is it Director Gordon?"


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