Chapter 845: Spring mud

Just ten minutes ago, independent journalist Jitt spent time chatting with his subordinates in his interview car.
The so-called "independent journalists" are news hyenas working alone. Gite makes money by providing the most timely news content to major news organizations.
Car accident scene, murder scene, robbery scene, scandal scene. Digging into the deepest level of inside information can exchange countless banknotes. What the ‘hyena’ has to do is run in front of all opponents to take the best footage.
Gite has an interview vehicle with a satellite antenna, and a group of subordinates with varying numbers. Their daily job is to run around looking for events worth reporting.
After the "tragedy" of the "New York Times", Jitt pointed to the picture on the TV and said to his subordinates: "If I can film such news, I can sell it for at least one million dollars."
The subordinates laughed at this.
The US dollar in 1993 was still strong, and one million is not a small amount.
After the New York Police Department publicized the'threat letter', Jitt immediately drove to Atlanta, but the situation here was not satisfactory. One is that there are too many reporters, and the other is that CNN's handling is very fast.
Ji Te can only take pictures of the suction truck, but the media does not care that this incident has no value in reporting. No one is willing to pay for it unless the ‘shock to the shower’ footage of CNN’s headquarters is really captured.
But CNN is not a small business. Police detectives and security guards are now scattered outside its headquarters. They have been searched within a radius of two kilometers, and no suspicious targets have been found.
The regular media reporters who came in eagerly were disappointed by this. Some left, some were discouraged, and some went to the hotel to sleep.
Only the gang of Jitt wished that the world could be in chaos. They also stayed in their interview car and glanced at the brightly lit CNN headquarters building outside the car.
At 9:50, Kitt's cell phone rang. A voice-changing guy spoke, like a toothless old lady gnawing a hard walnut, slowly, with a creak.
"Jit Harper?"
"it's me."
"Take your people and equipment off the car and aim at the CNN headquarters building."
"who are you?"
"The show is about to begin, don't blame God for not giving you a chance."
When the phone hung up, Jitt was stunned. Several subordinates in the car were playing cards. Seeing that Kit had a strange expression, they all turned to stare at him.
"Head, what happened?"
"Get the camera out of the car."
"just now?"
"Yes, all the equipment is removed from the car. Arrange the seats and aim at the CNN headquarters."
Jitra opened the door and jumped down quickly. The subordinates are veterans who have been tracking news for many years, and they cooperate very well. They moved two cameras and several cameras with long focal lengths.
It only took two or three minutes and everything was ready.
But the scene was still quiet.
"Head, what's going on?"
"Someone just said on the phone that the show is about to begin."
"Impossible. Is something really going to happen tonight?"
"I don't care, if I miss the shot later. I must smash your dog's head."
Several news ‘hyenas’ are waiting. But instead of waiting for something to happen, they attracted F who was nearby. The latter hurried over and asked loudly, "Hey, what are you doing?"
The two detectives showed their credentials, and Jitt stood up and explained: "Someone called me just now, saying that the show is about to start, so I can prepare."
phone?
"Who called you? What's the number?" the old agent asked.
Jitt surrendered his mobile phone, and the two F agents forced the agents to contact their companions on the walkie-talkie to report the situation. But the detectives scattered around the building all reported that everything was fine and nothing happened.
At this moment, whether it is a news hyena or a federal agent, they all look like a vigilant groundhog, looking left and right, looking up and down, looking forward and backward.
Kit lifted his hand to open the cuff, the second hand on the watch turned steadily, and the minute hand slowly jumped. He whispered in a deep voice: "At ten o'clock, the suspect is likely to want a big one on the hour."
The police helicopter hovered several hundred meters with a roar. The high-power searchlight attached to the fuselage scanned the ground back and forth, trying to find something.
F is approaching an enemy, dozens of vehicles, dozens of agents scurrying back and forth. The walkie-talkies sounded one after another to inform each other. But there is really nothing at night, except that dozens of suction trucks are still working hard, nothing unusual.
People waited nervously, but the hour hand jumped to ten o'clock. The calm of the night was disturbed by a bang. In the outdoor parking lot of the CNN headquarters building, a rainwater manhole cover was suddenly blown into the sky.
"Wow, it's really coming."
Kit screamed for joy, and his subordinates quickly turned the camera lens. But he yelled loudly, "One is aimed at the CNN headquarters, and the other is shooting the explosion manhole cover.
Oh my God, I can't believe it. I am sending CNN headquarters to be attacked. I'm going to make a fortune this time, make a fortune! The media will rush to give me money, and all headlines will be exclusive news provided by me. "
As if the manhole cover exploded as a signal, bang-bang-bang explosions sounded continuously on the road, and all the manhole covers on the same line were blown into the sky.
With the CNN headquarters as the center, the manhole covers in the surrounding streets exploded one after another. The underground pipeline seemed to be filled with combustible high-pressure gas, and the manhole cover exploded at the same time it spewed orange flames.
Kit yelled, dancing with excitement. But he couldn't call out soon, because the constantly exploding manhole cover was approaching him.
The manhole cover that flew up and fell has hit several cars parked on the side of the road. The sound of the explosion caused all the vehicles in the parking lot to sound the alarm.
If only the rainwater manhole cover exploded into the sky, the situation would be fine. But with the chain reaction of the manhole cover, the real disaster came.
Large-scale septic tanks are usually only treated for about a year. The septic tank at the CNN headquarters has been accumulated for more than half a year. For unknown reasons, all of its internal inventory spewed out of the ground.
It is as if the toilets in the countryside have been thrown into a firecracker, and the pits erupt.
The old agent whispered tragically: "Oops, the criminal has concealed it from all of us. He has arranged it a long time ago, and the explosive is in the septic tank."
That rain of flowers rushed to a height of 100 meters and covered the entire sky. Although it has a dull color and no gorgeous color, it breaks through the extreme of human imagination and brings a new and extraordinary experience.
This is an unprecedented spectacle, a special skill without any falsehood, and a real miracle. It blooms in silence, blooms in the ordinary, explodes in the darkness.
This is turning decay into magic!
The septic tank exploded, as did the suction truck that was working. Countless human excrement fluttered and soared in the most primitive state. They left their dark and damp home and returned to the mortal world again in a fearless posture.
The roar of the explosion was like bursts of cheers, and the sky's "Flower Rain" rushed into the air. After ten seconds, it gradually disintegrated into lumps and lumps, volleying down with infinite power.
Kit and his cameraman are looking up to watch this super exciting news material that is rare in life. His vision suddenly went dark, and he yelled, ‘Oh, shit! ’
The cameraman also felt the horror approaching, and quickly wanted to hide in the interview car.
But Jitt hugged his waist and bowed his head and shouted: "Brother, hold on. This is just some fertilizer. Take this picture, I will give you ten thousand dollars, hold on!"
The cameraman will not do it, not even the ten thousand dollars. But he struggled desperately but couldn't escape, he could only cry out loud, no!
The rain of flowers fell and crackled.
"The words of the sky fell in my ears, you and I were silent and did not respond.
Holding your hand, you cry and red eyes.
The journey is long and endless.
I want to be courageous and take good care of you.
Willing not to let you suffer.
Those painful memories fell in the spring soil.
Nourish the earth and bloom the next flowering season.
Your tears in the wind, dripping in memories, let us name it Cherish. "