Chapter 412 shei——shei——
Ren Xuan, Tang An and Deng Jiajia were given the task at hand. Each of them carried a camera, as if they were carrying a bomb, and left the office with gritted teeth.
Tang An twisted his fat buttocks, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his steps were so heavy as if he was wading through a quagmire.
As he walked, he muttered quietly: "This isn't a news shoot, this is a photo shoot for my own death..."
Ren Xuan's face was gloomy for a while. He gritted his teeth, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and walked to the middle.
Although Deng Jia Jia was scared to death inside, when she passed through the corridor and saw the "Golden Microphone" trophy displayed in the glass window, her eyes suddenly became determined.
The image of herself standing on the podium emerged in her mind. A ruthless look appeared on her face, and she rushed forward with the camera in her hand.
At the entrance of the corridor, Wang Cong, carrying a gourd that had grown bigger, leaned slightly to the side to make way for the young people heading towards the future.
With an elusive smile on his face, he looked at the backs of the three young men, as if he saw his own shadows at different stages of his past in their backs.
As the representative of the prison warden Qian Huan, he just went to Guangming Group to express his sincere gratitude to General Manager Lu Chenjia.
Afterwards, under the careful guidance and enthusiastic introduction of General Secretary Lu, he came to Guangling TV to seek cooperation.
Originally, according to the instructions of the prison warden Qian Huan, he needed to communicate with Guangling TV while also communicating with the other three TV stations in order to select the most ideal partner through comprehensive comparison.
But now, Wang Cong feels that it is unnecessary.
"The young people at Prism TV are very courageous, the director has excellent aesthetics, and the station director is very courageous. In short, the temperament exuded by this TV station is extremely compatible with our Second Prison and the [Octagonal Cage Fighting] project."
Wang Cong is a person who values appearance, and he fell in love with Guangling TV at first sight.
…In front of televisions in thousands of households, countless viewers have either been waiting for the live broadcast or have hurriedly switched the channel to Prism TV.
They were fully focused, staring at the blood mist on the screen without blinking, as if waiting for a thrilling unveiling.
Because it was a live broadcast, there was no mosaic for post-editing, nor was there an "adult protection mode" filter. The bloodstains in the picture were not carefully processed light particles, and the broken limbs were not blurred into green blur.
Everything was so raw and raw, and filled with a sickening sense of reality.
But countless viewers held their breath, their eyes wide open, for fear of missing even a second of detail.
Some people even swallowed the vomit in their mouths back into their throats, as if they would miss some earth-shattering scene if they went to the toilet.
This is perhaps the best interpretation of the whole process without any "vomiting points".
And as if the TV station had listened to the voices of thousands of viewers, the picture suddenly shook slightly.
Then, the camera began to move forward slowly, and the blood mist was gradually cleared away - there must be a drone that rushed in "fearlessly", just to bring the audience a zero-distance shocking perspective.
Drone: "..." Prism TV owes me a "Golden Microphone"! The drone swooped down, and the camera swept past, taking in the background around the blood mist.
Although the chaotic scene only flashed by, Wang Xiuli still covered her mouth in disbelief, and her heart suddenly tightened.
She seemed to see the familiar figure of her son.
“Not only the daughter, but the son, the son was also present?!!”
Wang Xiuli subconsciously grasped the remote control tightly with her fingers, as if she could pull her two children away from the TV.
Her head was about to split with horror: "Except me, everyone else in the family is watching TV?"
Wang Xiuli didn't dare to call her daughter because her daughter was being chased by a monster and the ringing of the phone would scare the monster away.
She called Feng Ju several times, but all were blind answers. She didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
In panic, Wang Xiuli seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and with trembling hands she dialed Feng Mu's number.
Her fingers could barely press the screen, and she said anxiously:
"Answer the phone, answer the phone quickly..."
Different from Feng Ju who puts his career first, Feng Mu is a filial son who cares about his family. He would never fail to answer his mother's call.
The surroundings were in chaos and confusion, with people pushing and trampling each other. Even the teachers and students in the key martial arts class were running for their lives in panic, which made people wonder what their martial arts skills were.
"Get out of my way!" an angry roar rang out.
I saw a burly student as big as an iron lump rushing forward like a mad bull, knocking several thin younger classmates to the ground.
Then, he actually ran straight towards Feng Mu's position.
Feng Mu stood there with a calm expression, slowly taking out his vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket.
Guan Zhong protected Feng Mu closely, holding a pistol in his hand that was hidden somewhere and had avoided security checks. He raised the gun and aimed without hesitation.
Before Guan Zhong could pull the trigger, Gong Qi had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.
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He tapped the ground lightly with one foot, and instantly flashed to the side of the burly student who was as strong as a lump of iron.
Taking advantage of the brute force of the opponent's attack, Gong Qi's hands, like two poisonous snakes ready to strike, suddenly emerged from his sleeves and wrapped around the student's arms in a sinister manner.
Snap——
A crisp sound of fracture resounded through the air, and the student's arms were instantly broken by Gong Qi's skillful strength, hanging limply on both sides of the body like two fragile branches.
There was still a look of astonishment on his face, as if he had not yet realized what had happened.
Guan Zhong showed a playful look on his face, stretched out his toes, and kicked the opponent's chin hard.
The student suddenly flew into the air, his body drawing a beautiful parabola, and was thrown towards a monster not far away like passing a ball.
The monster was covered in blood and was having a lot of fun.
Suddenly, it seemed to have eyes on its back. It turned around abruptly, and its ferocious arms, which were as thick as the student's waist, reached into the air and caught the student steadily.
Although he didn't know who had thrown this "gift" to him, the monster actually grinned politely at the people around him and muttered incoherently: "shei——shei——" (ps: thank you~)
Before the student could even scream, his waist was broken. Then, the monster's huge mouth suddenly closed and bit his neck and shoulders.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the monster's scaly body red.
The people around were only concerned with escaping, and in the chaos, no one noticed the monster's vague "thank you".
However, Gong Qi seemed to understand, his eyes blinked slightly, and an extremely excited smile instantly bloomed on his face: "You're welcome!"
After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at the slightly slow-witted Guan Zhong, and said with a smug smile:
"Want to steal my head? Hahaha - from seven steps away, I'm faster than a bullet; within seven steps, I'm faster than a trigger!"
Guan Zhong's expression remained calm, but the fingers holding the gun involuntarily tightened their grip, and he made a firm decision in his heart.
Feng Mu answered his mother's phone without being disturbed and said in a gentle voice: "Hello, Mom——"
(End of this chapter)
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