Chapter 63： B **** little angel (1/2)

Fang Mingquan found a circle without seeing people, and no longer went looking for it. He excitedly went back to his own studio and made a clip of his own pictures.

”Whether you can eat spicy food, you can see this one!” Fang Mingquan began to work, an all night did not sleep, the image was edited.

This is definitely a big news, and it is still his exclusive. It is estimated that there will be a live broadcast last night. After the spread, more people will squeeze into his column. Just put this clipped image on it, the click volume will be certain. It will be very scary.

Being able to edit the image so quickly by one person is a desire for success. Secondly, the heart is indeed moved. Fang Mingquan thinks that this is the best work he has ever been a journalist for so many years.

After logging in to Skynet, Fang Mingquan has seen a lot of messages at this time, and he is asking about his imagery yesterday.

At that time, the power was destroyed, and there was no surveillance to capture the scene at that time. Some individuals took pictures, not the angle was not good, the whole process was not taken, or the filming was too vague, and he could not compare with the person with professional equipment.

Fang Mingquan took a deep breath and took a name for his image, ”The only God's only B, you are our angel”, and then clicked on the upload.

After the upload, Fang Ming did not look at it, and immediately retreated to the side of the chair and sat down, lit a cigarette, and kept his head down and kept silent, taking a sip.

Fang Mingquan didn't even dare to look at his watch. He was afraid that he would know the time, because time is equal to life for journalists.

He also knows very well that when this image is uploaded, his communicator will definitely ring, but the time the communicator rings determines the extent to which this image can go.

”If someone comes to me in half an hour, then I will be very successful. If it only sounds in an hour, it is not bad. If it has not been heard for an hour and a half...” Fang Mingquan still counts in his heart, he listens fiercely. The sound of the communicator.

Fang Mingquan suddenly stood up like a spring, staring at the communicator on the table with a familiar number.

”Eight minutes and forty-three seconds... eight minutes and forty-three seconds...” Fang Mingquan excitedly held his fist, his teeth clenched together, and the cigarette cases in his hands were pinched together.

It was not until three minutes later that Fang Mingquan slowly relaxed, ignoring the communicator that had been ringing, fell on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and then smoked while watching the communicator keep ringing.

Fang Mingquan enjoyed this feeling, only then can he feel that he is alive.

The image of ”The only God's only B, you are our angel” has no explanation at all, only a video of less than three minutes.

From the thrilling shot of the little girl about to fall, the little face with fear and tears, the big eyes of horror, and the little hands covered with dust and blood, just the first picture caught the heart. .

The next moment, when people were still worried about the dangerous situation of this little girl, the door next to it opened, but it was not the savior of the little girl, but the more terrifying death.

When the Shura people used the sword to smash the little girl, so the people were almost out of anger and there was a deep despair.

Suddenly, a golden figure appeared in the lens. The huge golden wings really came like an angel. When the strong arm wrapped in gold armor took the little girl into the arms, the other hand held the sword of the Shura. When the blood dripped down the blade, the person who saw this scene didn't know why it was wet, but the heart was happy and almost shouted.

The next picture was carefully edited, and the Shura people and Hansen were intertwined. Hansen broke the window and sent the little girl into the room.