The journalists rush, the photographers carry their equipment and chase, and the rest of their peers, seeing these buggers working so hard, have no choice but to grit their teeth and keep up.
There's no choice but to follow, after all, everyone is a hard-working employee; performance may not be excellent, but it can't lag too far behind peers.
Gru: I hid the big news in the bomb drone. If you have the guts, you can come and get it!
When the Great Commander realized he needed to first shut the mouths of these FAKE NEWS, it was already too late.
"Boom!"
Special Service Bureau personnel had just stepped out when Gru's bomb drone exploded again.
"Damn it!"
"GOD!"
"America, America!"
Pushing aside the journalists in front of him, the leader of the special agents saw the scene outside.
In the parking lot, an obvious Army One was blown into scrap metal,
the journalists, while continuously expressing their emotions, raised their cameras and furiously shot at the blasted Army One.
