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The black Chevrolet was very slow, and as he drove into the other lane near the crash, Murphy kept looking over there, the crashed car was already on fire, and the raging flames were coming out of the front hood, illuminating the surrounding area, and the firefighters were busy putting out the fire while others were rescuing the injured who were stuck in the car, regardless of the possible explosion hazard.

All of this reminded Murphy of the drawings he had seen on the TV news, as well as of another video stored by Murphy in his notebook, and his eyes unconsciously withdrew and turned to the portable camera placed in the passenger seat.

There was a voice in his head telling him that this was a very valuable news picture that should be filmed immediately.

As the car drove past the scene of the crash, Murphy stepped on the brakes, stopped on the service road, grabbed the hand-held camera, got out of the car with the fastest action, and then skillfully turned on the hand-held camera while running towards the scene of the accident.

It was as if this qiē had been practiced countless times.

The two patrol officers on the periphery have pulled up the yellow cordon and set up a simple cordon area to prevent the surrounding people from entering, and inside the guard zone, the fire has also been slightly controlled, and several firefighters are disassembling the deformed car door in order to rescue the driver inside.

At the moment when Murphy saw the car accident and decided to shoot, several cars were also parked nearby, apparently seeing the excitement all over the world.

Someone else came over, as if they wanted to get a closer look, and two patrol officers hurried over to maintain order.

This gave Murphy a chance.

When he ran over, he had already turned on his hand-held camera to shoot, as a student of a film school with formal education, and the memories left by his predecessor, Murphy still had the ability to do this, but due to the light at night, the shooting effect from outside the cordon was not good.

At the moment when the two patrolmen were attracted away by the other onlookers, Murphy did not hesitate to bend down and get under the cordon, and then took a few big steps, hid to the side of a fire truck, found the right angle, and with the help of the firelight, recorded the footage near the car into the lens.

The memories of his predecessor tell him that there are many people in Los Angeles who do similar jobs, and every time there is an emergency, these guys are like sharks that smell blood, and they will soon swarm them.

So, he had to hurry up and shoot the images that people couldn't see.

The fire was getting smaller and smaller, and the footage began to blur, Murphy turned his head to look at the direction of ten o'clock on his left, the two patrol officers were still maintaining order, and the rest of the firefighters were also focused on rescuing the trapped driver, and no one noticed this side.

It was at this time that the deformed car door was finally pried open by firefighters, and a long-haired woman was picked up from the car.

Even without professional training, Murphy knew that this was the most valuable picture, so without thinking about it, he turned on the headlight of the portable camera, rushed to the vicinity of the casualty who was already on the stretcher as fast as he could, and accurately captured the front picture of the casualty from the gaps exposed by several firefighters and paramedics.

The woman was lying on a stretcher, moaning weakly, her long blonde hair was stained red with blood, and the left half of her face seemed to be one of the wounds, and there was a blur of flesh and blood on it, which looked quite terrifying.

"Blood pressure 95-65, slow heartbeat......"

There are medical staff doing the necessary examinations, "pupil dilation ......"

Despite the feeling of nausea, Murphy's hand was quite steady, and he immediately switched to a large close-up shot, accurately recording the scene comparable to an American plasma film.

However, Murphy's shoot lasted less than ten seconds.

It is difficult for a big living person to run to such a place, and the light on the portable camera, not to attract people's attention.

"Hey, what do you do?"

A gruff voice rang out, and then the camera shot was blocked by a man in a fireman's uniform, "What are you doing?" ”

"Stand back, you stand back!"

A patrol officer who was maintaining order also walked over quickly, he was not as polite as the firefighters and paramedics, and pointed at Murphy and said in a fierce voice, "You! Get out of here! ”

As someone who has been in prison, Murphy knew that the police in the United States were definitely not as good as the media advertised, so he quickly turned off the light on the handcamcorder, raised a hand, stepped back and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away." ”

As if he didn't think Murphy was retreating fast enough, the patrolman followed and pushed him hard, "A hundred feet back!" ”

He used a lot of force this time, and Murphy was backing up again, tripping over the shattered pieces of the car behind him, and almost falling to the ground.

Although he was a little annoyed, Murphy knew that he couldn't entangle with the police, but fortunately he was a mixed-race person, not a black man, otherwise the police on the other side might pull out a gun and point it at him.

Murphy stabilized his body, sped up and stepped back, the patrol officer opposite him crossed his hands on his hips, looking majestic.

After another glance at the police, Murphy turned around, stooped down and got out from under the cordon, separated the onlookers who had already gathered in a circle, and walked towards where he had parked.

Returning to the car, taking two deep breaths, Murphy started the car, left the scene of the accident first, and not long after driving out, he found a parking lot on the side of the road, drove directly into it, and after parking the car, he took the portable camera placed on the passenger seat, opened it and looked at the picture just taken.

From the very beginning of the shooting to being driven out later, Murphy shot a nearly three-minute video, which not only has the picture of the car catching fire and the firefighters rescuing him, but also the close-up of the injured, which has a considerable visual impact.

Shooting like this kind of Cheng dù is still relatively easy for Murphy, who has a certain professional foundation.

Now that the video was filmed, the camera could no longer be sold, and Murphy left the parking lot, turned a corner, and drove home.

This video has to be sold to have integrity, and to sell it, Murphy needs the contact information of those TV station related people left by his predecessor, which are all on his laptop at home.

And this video also needs some preliminary editing.

Rushing home as fast as he could, Murphy didn't care about the hungry grumbling stomach, went straight into the studio, opened the laptop, there was editing software on it, although the predecessor was stupid, but the equipment used for work was okay, and the hand-held camera used not an old-fashioned cassette, but the latest digital storage technology.

Remove the bulky storage disk on the portable camcorder, connect it to the computer through the guò number jù line, Murphy used editing software to cut the video he shot, cut out all the useless things, mainly kept the things he shot after entering the cordon, and re-stored them on the storage disk, and then opened a text folder on the notebook, found the contact information of some TV station related personnel, and made several calls one after another.

Perhaps these contacts are too old, or perhaps it is his bad luck, most of Murphy's calls go unanswered, and a few of them are not very interested.

"Could it be that after being busy for a long time, what you do is useless?"

Murphy grabbed his short brown hair and dialed another number, and after the bell rang a few times, a voice came from the other side, "Hello, this is Fox Los Angeles Local Channel 6." ”

"Hello." Murphy said simply, "I'm a freelancer and have a video ...... just taken."

The person on the other side seemed to be busy, and said at a very fast pace, "Okay, you bring the video here, do you know our address?" Know? Then come here. ”

Hanging up the phone, Murphy took the storage disk and drove directly to Burbank City, where Fox Los Angeles Local Station Channel 6 is located, and due to the time it took on the road, it was already late at night when he arrived.

Murphy got out of the car and entered the floor, explained his intention to the security guard at the door, and followed the path pointed out to him to the news department on the third floor.

The entire third floor is a huge press room, even if it is late at night, it is still very busy with people, Murphy walked into it a little dazedly, saw someone coming on the other side, and quickly asked politely, "Excuse me, I have a video of the car accident I just shot." ”

The man didn't raise his head, but pointed to the corridor on the left, "Enter the first door on the left." ”

Following the path the man pointed out, Murphy found an office in front of which, through the glass door, he could see several people sitting in front of a screen, seemingly discussing something.

Murphy knocked lightly on the glass door, saw the people inside, opened a crack in the door and said, "I have a car accident video to sell." ”

"Freelancers?"

A woman with long blond-brown hair turned her head to look this way, "Who are you following?" ”

Murphy paused for a moment and simply walked in, "I'll do it myself." ”

He could tell that this woman should be the head of several people, and added, "It's a video of a car accident that happened tonight on Sunset Boulevard near Hollywood, a woman crashed into a car, half of her face was ruined, and blood was all over the place, and I would be very surprised if she survived." ”

These words clearly aroused the brown-haired woman's interest, and she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll see." ”

Murphy took out the storage disk, took two steps forward, and handed it to the blonde woman, and a staff member next to him connected the storage disk to the screen according to the blonde woman's instructions, and after a second of snowflakes, the video that was carefully edited by Murphy played.

"Oh, God!"

When the big close-up of the injured woman was played, the bloody scene made the staff member unconsciously exclaim.

Standing on their side, Murphy had been observing the blonde woman's expression, and unlike the staff member's astonishment, seeing the bloody picture, the blonde woman's blue eyes clearly revealed a very interested excitement.

"This could make the headlines of the morning news!"

She seemed to have completely forgotten about Murphy in the back of her side.

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