The plane circled, and the cameraman with a safety rope carried a cannon downward.

Midley Street, flanked by old buildings, half-broken windows everywhere, on the ground, looking far away or shooting from the air, rubbish on one side, broken buildings scattered like flowers on the other, a few firefighters leading dogs in the rubble between the ruins and broken walls.

It took only half a second for the footage from the helicopter to be broadcast on tens of millions of televisions across the United States.

There's nothing to edit, that's just a waste of time, and now it's up to everyone to satisfy their curiosity.

The first impression formed yesterday by the words and the pictures that was draped out was plumped at this moment.

The word Midley Street tragedy is not an exaggeration at all.

Even if someone scathingly pointed out that this was actually the largest mob stronghold in Los Angeles, everyone here could have committed at least one crime.

But looking at the mess and blood all over the place, Our Lady's speech began to take a rhythm on the Internet again.

Exactly what to say is nothing more than that.

This is all expected by Mr. Lawyer, but now he has a lot of work on his hands.

Mr. Lawyer kept walking over to some people, holding a voice recorder in his hand, and he had collected a lot of useful information, some of which were about the rescue process.

Many people, including the police officers who maintained order, were secretly discussing whether the small stones they picked up were meteorites, rather than caring about whether there was anyone in the dilapidated building.

Many people have a mysterious smile on their faces, what a capital crime!

Record them all!

In addition, the problem of rescue equipment that Mr. Lawyer is concerned about is also very serious, there is no excavator at the scene, and the fallen building needs such a powerful machine to help rescue, but such machines are not yet in place.

Is there a shortage of excavators in California?

Is there a shortage in L.A.?

Isn't there anyone in California who knows how to dig up?

No one in Los Angeles knows how to dig an excavator?

It's all excuses!

The truth is: several excavator brands want to use all their own company's products to the scene, because this is a global live broadcast, and there is no difficulty in breaking the building, and it is a global live broadcast, of course, to grab it.

As a result, it was an hour slower than usual before the decision was made to give the Los Angeles government a market share sponsorship before each of them came up with an excavator.

With the sound of clanging, one tall excavator after another drove into Midley Street with clean and shining signs, and it looked like they had just taken a shower.

Soon a lot of long guns were pointed at these excavators, and the reporters who collected the money might mention the names of these brands in the news.

What could be better publicity than this?

These manufacturers are going crazy waiting for the earthquake!

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Although the machine arrived at the scene, it did not immediately pounce on the work, but was uniformly directed to line up on the side of the street to pose for photos, and the rescue team had to first determine whether there was any living creature under the ruins.

It has only been eight hours since the time of the collapse, and the golden twenty-four hours is still early!

No one is in a hurry.

All departments of the police system have to look for what's inside.

If someone is still crushed underneath, it is handed over to the firefighters, and each has a division of labor.

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Evidence!

Evidence!

It's all evidence!

With so many people watching, the Los Angeles government must have put on a hat for poor rescue.

Mr. Lawyer squinted, constantly changing his position, and raised his mobile phone, paying attention to the movement over there.

There are a lot of people watching the excitement, and these future Brotherhood people will become powerful witnesses for themselves, so that what they say depends on the price paid.

Look around, in addition to the broken building, there is still a broken building, the municipal investment is insufficient, a capital crime!

That alone can roar in court for half an hour.

There are also surprises:

The smashed windows let out a pitiful howl in the wind, reminding Mr. Attorney that he was about to visit the Hurricane Wild Dogs in Los Angeles.

A hurricane will make the situation worse here, and now it will definitely be more popular, and if you sort out some people's voices, it will be the perfect promotional video.

All they needed was food and water, and they were given something to expect in return, and these people were willing to go to the front of the town hall to put on a show, and if the number exceeded five hundred, the mayor would have to come out and say something.

If there are more than a thousand, all African Americans will be involved.

Over two thousand, the whole world is watching!

The influence could ripple out to the indigenous people of the Malamara steppe.

There were 5,000 people, and Mr. Lawyer couldn't imagine that kind of great scene!

Under countless shots, he walked in front of the crowd, holding the charter in his left hand and the Bible in his right hand, depending on the situation, with a megaphone pinned to his waist, shouting for the murderer to be severely punished and rebuild his home.

In the storm, it is natural that it is impossible to distinguish whether it is rain or tears, and of course it must be all tears on the manuscript.

I don't know if the government can withstand the infinite pressure, and this pressure is no less than a head-on tsunami after being amplified by so many media.

The murderer may not be found, and it will take time to find it.

Rebuilding a home is not about mending windows, it's about rebuilding a neighborhood or a better house.

The natural demands here are unacceptable to the opponents.

If you don't accept it, I'll be happy!

Even if you have to accept it, you can't do it before the storm comes!

But it is precisely this result, time, that Obama wants to ferment the incident.

A hurricane is coming!

Grade 4 Great Perfection!

Super in sight!

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In the wind and rain, the thick horn whined.

The shattered battle flag shook in the wind like a withered flower.

On the streets full of broken buildings and windows, countless suffering people in ragged clothes and bandages are helping each other to move forward, and the air reverberates with tragic and poignant background music, which only needs a wireless speaker.

It would take two days just to walk through the streets!

It's best to walk to the town hall in less than a month!

This noodle is so beautiful!

With tears in his eyes, he twisted his neck to look at the sky to the south, as if he had seen the magnificent scene:

On the vast sea, the wind gathers swirling dark clouds.

Between the dark clouds and the sea, a flock of black birds flew proudly like black lightning.

Swooping, wings flapping against dark waves like fire.

Fly high and rush like an arrow into the dark clouds that are as gloomy as ink!

They wriggled, screamed, roared!

Without timidity, full of longing for a storm!

Filled with the power of anger, overflowing with the flame of passion and the confidence of victory.

The great prophet looked up to heaven like a pillar of light: let the storm come more violently!

Wozlefak!

Such a great plan must have a name worthy of it!

Inexplicably inexplicable!

This plan is called Haiyan!

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Petrels!

Obama savored the black seabird in his mouth.

Petrels!

When the word begins to dominate the screen, perhaps the peak of his life will come early.

Thinking of this, he couldn't control the violent synthesis of adrenaline, and his already dark face was almost swollen to the extreme, which was the vaporization of blood in extreme excitement.

The horizon was blurred, and Obama's heart could barely suppress a wild roar: I power, you know nothing!

Pinch your fist and hit hard!

A reporter who tried to get close to the interview was knocked two meters away.

Bad dishes!

Obama watched dumbfounded as a camera was directed at him, with the station sign starting with an F.

"Fack!"

He couldn't help but curse.

Jeon Te has been recorded!

The black history of 10,000 butt eye transactions!

"Delete that paragraph! Otherwise, I'll sue you! Mr. Lawyer grabbed the cameraman.

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