Transdimensional Marketing

The latest website: "Would you take it?" Xiao Taohong triumphed.

"Serve your sister!"

Chen Yu sneered and took out the grenade, pulling the bolt!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The bursting blue paint shreds the little pink in an instant.

"Sand sculpture, can you keep your hands on the battlefield?"

Chen Yu got up while mocking. But then, the muzzle of a gun hit the back of his head.

"I surrender!" Chen Yu quickly raised his hand.

"Can you keep your hands on the battlefield?"

Chen Yu: "..."

"sudden!"

"Boom!"

The paint passed through Chen Yu's head and exploded happily.

Dodging the explosive paint, the soldiers blew the gun smoke that did not exist at the muzzle and entered the frontal battlefield.

[Am I watching an action movie? 】

[Shock! 】

[Playing with paint is really a shame. 】

[The female assistant is a bit fierce, what about domestic violence after marrying me. 】

[Are you thinking about fart? If you want to marry and marry me, I have personal death accident insurance. 】

[I like an excellent man like **** up master! 】

【what? The anchor went to the capital? It's closer! The train in Inner Mongolia just left...]

The intensity of the tower pushing confrontation continues to escalate.

But because the reward group is "old, weak, sick and disabled" except for Chen Yu, they are gradually suppressed by the tacitly coordinated barrage group.

When there were only four minutes left, the whole team in the barrage group handed over the mine to Xiao Taohong, which made him show great power and continuous super power. The reward group that led the team could not even get out of the door and directly locked the victory.

"Buzz-boom!"

The tower moved to the hometown of the reward group suddenly burst open.

Red paint makes up four words.

[The red team wins! 】

"Oh!"

Xiao Taohong and the others immediately cheered and punched to celebrate.

Thirty seconds later, Chen Yu resurrected, looked at the four representatives next to him, and sighed: "Uncles, don't pit it? Are you all cute? You lost twice."

Representative Sauni raised his submachine gun: "It's not powerful."

The representative of Tizini raised the Italian cannon: "The distance is not good."

The Turing Award representative raised his sniper rifle: "The rate of fire is not good."

The bank representative was silent for a moment, and raised his brush: "Nothing will work."

"..."

Inserting the two guns, Chen Yu waved his hand, and led everyone back to the portal, facing the camera, saying: "Compared with the occupation mode, the tower push mode is more intense and the rhythm is faster. It also requires tactics and teammates. Higher. More suitable for players with specialization. So the evaluation of the push tower mode is here. Next, let's play the last mode, the competitive mode."

At the end of the speech, Chen Yu looked at everyone: "Do you have any ideas for the location of the last game? Brainstorming."

Everyone: "..."

"Then choose the Bird's Nest. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone: "..."

"Since there is no objection, it is decided at the Bird's Nest."

[Forcibly, no objection. 】

[The Bird's Nest has activities now, right? 】

[The China Voice Championship is being held...]

[Peak night? Didn't it start at night? 】

[At the rehearsal, a lot of people, because I am emmmm on the spot. 】

[Want to make trouble again? ! 】

Taking off the glove and armor, Chen Yu glanced at the barrage and time on the watch: "It's getting late, we speed up and try to complete the evaluation of the last mode within 20 minutes."

With that said, he docked the twists and turns of the space and took the lead in entering...

...

Beijing, special event team meeting room.

The middle-aged team leader covered his face tiredly: "Stop tossing...for that little program effect, don't you know how tired we are?"

Sister Wu next to her hesitated to say something but stopped: "Team... Team leader, they have gone to the Bird's Nest. Let's evacuate the crowd now."

"The internal and external doors are sealed and no one is allowed to enter or leave. There should be more reporters there, and they are all detained."

"Yes."

Taking out the pill box in his arms and taking two pills, the middle-aged team leader stood up and said, "Prepare the machine, I'm going to the scene. Some things must be discussed in person."

"Yes……"

...

Bird's Nest, a stage with exquisite setting.

A female singer is performing pre-match rehearsals, politely apologizing to the band teachers behind her from time to time and revising the arrangement.

After the stage, the planner with the Mediterranean hairstyle is communicating with the director with the same hairstyle, and the two parties are arguing on their own.

"Director...Director..."

At this moment, a young man was holding his mobile phone and interrupted nervously: "Director, overtime... the time and space evaluation is coming."

"Evaluation? What is it?" The director turned his head irritably: "Media agency? No interviews now."

"No...not the media, but an evaluation agency."

"Assessment agency?" The director frowned. "The official review department? It's all cleared up, how come back? Is it related to firefighting?"

"No, no!" The young man shook his head again and again, and handed the phone to the director: "It's a self-media, evaluating Gaoke..."

Hearing the words "self-media", the director's face suddenly turned dark, and he pushed the young man away: "What did you say to me, a broken self-media? Didn't you see that I was busy?"

"It's not... the director..."

"Now those who don't have a brand are not allowed to enter and get out."

"...I can't get out..." The young man stretched out a finger in a daze, and pointed to the stage: "He's coming..."

The planner and the director subconsciously looked in the direction of the young man's fingers, and their mouths gradually grew.

At the oblique rear of the stage, a five-meter-high metal arch appeared out of thin air. By the way, the two large chandeliers on the roof of the stage shattered.

The next moment, in the horrified gaze of all the staff and media reporters on the scene, one by one big-headed dolls that seemed to come from the second element, holding weapons, jumped out.

"The audience friends in front of the screen, now we have come to the Bird's Nest, here we have also set up a stage for us. It is good, very suitable for gun battles..."

Facing the camera for a while, Chen Yu turned to look at the female singer in the middle of the stage. He waved: "Who, please step down, we will use this stage temporarily, stay away."

Female singer: "..."

"Boom!"

She could no longer hold the microphone in her hand, and fell heavily on the floor with a muffled noise. Immediately, he ran away in horror with his long legs.

The loud noise also awakened the others present.

The screaming, the backing, the taking pictures, the insiders came up and cheered, the scene was chaotic.

Chen Yu took a few steps forward, bent over and picked up the microphone to take a picture.

"Boom..."

"Hello? Hello? Hello. It works."

After reinstalling the arm armor, Chen Yu said into the microphone: "Does anyone know me at the scene?"

"Have!"

"it's here!"

"Dad! I'm here!"

"dominate!"

Immediately after the reception desk, there were cheers one after another, shocking the rest of the unknowing people at a loss.

"Do you have a lighting engineer here? Help lighting up the scene."

"I will!" A young man with a sun hat rushed onto the stage, nervous and excited.

"Then you go backstage and help me get the lights~www.NovelMTL.com~Thank you very much."

"Master up, I... can I take a photo with you?"

"can."

"Nice!" The young man shook his fist in excitement, then tremblingly took out his mobile phone, put his arms around Chen Yuyuan's billowing waist, and took a group photo.

"Master up! You are the master of the world!"

Opened his arms and hugged Chen Yu hard, the young man shouted a special slogan "Super Fan", and then ran into the background to control the lights.

"Snapped!"

Ten projection lights were focused on the center of the stage at the same time, shining brightly on Chen Yu's body.

"Then the last evaluation, the competitive mode..."

"Officially begin!"