Just ten minutes ago, independent journalist Jit chatted with his men in his interview car to pass the time.

The so-called "independent newsman" is a news hyena that works alone. Jitter makes money by providing the most timely news content to major news organizations.

Car accident scene, murder scene, robbery scene, scandal scene. Digging the deepest inside story can bring countless money. What the hyenas have to do is run in front of all their opponents to take pictures of the best materials.

Jit has an interview car with satellite antenna and a group of subordinates with varying numbers. Their daily job is to run around and find events worth reporting.

After the "tragedy" of the New York Times, Jitter pointed to the pictures on TV and said to his subordinates: "If I could take such news, it would be sold for at least a million dollars."

The subordinates sneered at this.

The US dollar in 1993 is still quite strong, and one million is not a small amount.

After the New York Police Department released the "threat letter", Jitter immediately drove to Atlanta, but the situation here was not satisfactory. One reason was that there were too many reporters, and the other was that CNN handled it very quickly.

Jit could only take pictures of the feces sucking truck, but media outlets didn't care about this and had no value for reporting. Unless they could really take pictures of the "smoked to the head" at CNN headquarters, no one would be willing to pay.

But CNN is not a small business. Its headquarters is now full of detectives and security guards. It has been searched within a radius of two kilometers and no suspicious targets were found.

The regular media reporters who were excited about this were indifferent. Some left, some were discouraged, and some were stayed in a hotel and slept.

Only Jit, the group of people, wished that the world would be in chaos. They were still guarding their interview car, and from time to time they glanced at the brightly lit CNN headquarters building outside the car.

At 9:50, Jit's cell phone rang. A guy with a voice changer started to speak, like an old toothless lady was gnawing a hard walnut, slowly, with a creaking sound.

"Get Harper?"

"It's me."

"Take your people and equipment off the car and aim at the CNN headquarters building."

"Who are you?"

"The good show is about to begin, don't blame God for not giving you a chance."

When the phone hung up, Jit was stunned. Several subordinates in the car were playing cards. Seeing Jit's expression strange, they all turned their heads and stared at him.

"Head, what happened?"

"Come out of the car quickly."

"Now?"

"Yes, all the equipment is moved out of the car. Arrange the camera and aim it at the CNN headquarters."

Jitra opened the car door and jumped down quickly. He was a veteran of the news tracking for many years and cooperated very well. They moved two cameras and brought several cameras with a long focal length.

It took only two or three minutes and everything was ready.

But the scene was still quiet.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"Someone just said on the phone that 'The good show is about to begin'."

"Impossible. Is something really going to happen tonight?"

"I don't care. If the camera misses, I will smash your dog's head."

Several news 'hyenas' were on high alert. But before they could make any changes, they attracted the nearby F. The latter rushed to the scene and shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Two agents showed their documents, and Jit stood up and explained: "Someone called me just now and said that the show was about to begin, so I was ready."

Telephone?

"Who called you? What's the number?" asked the old agent.

Jit handed over his mobile phone, and the two F forced agents to contact their companions on the intercom to inform them of the situation. However, the agents distributed around the building all reported that everything was safe and nothing was discovered.

At this moment, whether it was the news hyena or the federal agent, they were all like alert groundhogs, looking left and right, looking up and down, looking forward and backward.

Jit raised his hand and opened his cuffs. The second hand on his watch steadily rotated, and the minute hand slowly jumped. He whispered in a deep voice: "At 10 o'clock, the suspect may want to have a big one at the hour."

The police helicopter circled at a height of hundreds of meters with a roar. The high-power searchlight attached to the fuselage was scanning the ground back and forth, trying to find something.

F was facing a big enemy, with more than a dozen cars and dozens of agents running back and forth. The intercoms rang one after another, informing each other of the situation. But there was really nothing at night, except for dozens of fecal suction trucks, and nothing unusual was happening.

People were waiting nervously, but the hour hand jumped to ten o'clock. The calmness of the night was disturbed by a loud noise. In the outdoor parking lot of the CNN headquarters building, a rain manhole cover suddenly became blown into the sky.

"Wow, it's really here."

Jit screamed in surprise, and his subordinate quickly turned the camera lens. But he shouted loudly, "One is aimed at the CNN headquarters and don't move. The other is shooting the explosion manhole cover.

Oh my God, I can't believe it. I'm sending CNN headquarters to be attacked. This time I'm going to make a fortune and make a fortune! The media will rush to give me money, and all the headlines will be the scoops I provide."

The manhole cover exploded as if it was a signal, and then there were continuous bang bang explosions 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 and also sprayed orange-red flames.

Jit screamed at this and danced excitedly. But he couldn't scream soon because the manhole cover that was constantly blowing was approaching him.

The manhole cover that was flying up and down had hit several cars parked on the side of the road. The sound caused by the explosion made all the vehicles in the parking lot sound alarms.

If it were just rainwater manhole covers blown into the sky, the situation would be fine. But with the chain reaction of manhole covers, a real disaster came.

Large septic tanks usually only take care of them for about a year. The septic tanks at CNN headquarters have accumulated for more than half a year. For some reason, all internal inventory gushed out from the ground.

It’s like a firecracker in the rural toilets are thrown away, and a shit pit breaks out.

The old agent whispered miserably: "Oh no, the criminal has deceived us all. He has already arranged the explosives, and the septic tank."

The rain of flowers flying all over the sky rushed to a height of hundreds of meters and covered the entire sky. Although its color was dark and without any splendor, it broke through the extreme of human imagination and brought a new and extraordinary experience.

This is an unprecedented wonder, a stunt without any falsehood, a real miracle. It blooms in silence, blooms in the ordinary, and explodes in the darkness.

This is turning decay into magic!

The septic tank exploded, and the working manure sucking truck also exploded. Countless human wastes floated and ascended in their most primitive state. They left the dark and humid place and returned to the mortal world again in a fearless manner.

The roar of the explosion was like cheers, and the "flower rain" rushed into the air. After more than ten seconds, it gradually cracked into pieces and went down the air with infinite power.

Jit and his subordinate cameraman were tilting their heads to watch this super exciting news material that was rare in life. His vision suddenly darkened and he shouted, "Oh, shit!"

The cameraman also felt very scared approaching and quickly wanted to hide back into the interview car.

But Jit held his waist and lowered his head and shouted loudly: "Brother, hold on. This is just some fertilizer. Take this picture and I will give you ten thousand dollars, hold on!"

The cameraman didn't do it, and he didn't do it even if he didn't do it. But he struggled desperately but couldn't escape, so he could only cry out loudly!

The rain of flowers falls, crackling.

"The words all over the sky fell into my ears, and you and I were silent and did not respond.

Holding your hand, your eyes were red when you cried.

The journey is long and endless.

I want to raise my courage and take good care of you.

I am willing to not let you suffer.

Those painful memories fall in the soil of spring.

It nourishes the earth and blooms the next flower season.
Chapter completed!