Chapter 8: Chapter 8: This is going to be great.
Tall palm trees lined up in neat rows alongside the road, backed by a long fence with streetlights emitting bright yellow light, illuminating the gently straight Santa Monica Valley's Bills Road, where everything showed the characteristic peace and order of a wealthy neighborhood, as if the outside world's disturbances could never spread over.
The sound of a roaring car motor broke this quiet, a black Ford sedan did not care that this is a residential area, with more than fifty miles per hour speed lightning-like turn into the Bill Road, probably the driver's skills are not very good, the car turned the corner of the obvious skid, but fortunately there was no traffic accidents.
The previous one had been in the neighborhood before, and Murphy drove the Ford sedan up the straightaway and quickly increased the speed to seventy miles per hour, following the vague memory in his mind as he made his way forward.
Palm trees and bright yellow streetlights on the side of the road flew past the windows of the car, and Murphy kept looking to the left, and after nearly half a minute finally saw a luxurious iron gate, which was not closed, but just open, as if it was a big mouth that could swallow everything.
Instead of stopping immediately, Murphy continued on, driving another fifty feet before parking the sedan on the side of the road, lifting the camera from the passenger side stand, getting out of the car as fast as he could, and running towards the gate he had just seen.
As he had in the past, Murphy observed as he ran, turning on the camera at the same time.
The road was clearly visible by the bright yellow light, Murphy couldn't help but wave his fist excitedly after observing it, he didn't see any police, police cars, or fellow travelers, this was bound to be his own exclusive.
Exclusivity is what sells for a big price!
Murphy wasn't very surprised by this, it took him less than two minutes to rush over due to the close proximity, this was the deeper part of the valley, the police were afraid it would take some time.
Running to the open door, Murphy did not have any hesitation, directly rushed in, not caring that this was private property, after experiencing the disaster of prison, he also learned a lot of lessons from his predecessor, one of which was to find a lawyer for himself who seemed to be very good.
In a profession like the one he was in, getting into legal disputes was something that could not be avoided, and surely a professional should be used to solve professional problems.
This was one of the reasons why he emptied his wallet in desperate need of money.
While running and shooting, Murphy was still rambling, the cost of living that he needed to pay in order to lead a slightly decent life in this country was really very high.
Through the feelings of this year, Murphy confirmed that the United States of America is definitely not the paradise that some people once preached.
Murphy ran out more than two hundred feet in one breath, which vaguely saw the mansion hidden behind the front garden grove, although there is a little gasp, but he is more excited.
Such a luxurious property could not be purchased without millions of dollars, and the armed robbery of a rich man of this caliber must be very attractive, and the television stations would offer a high price.
Although the interests of Murphy trespassed into the territory of others, but did not lose his head, slightly close to the mansion, left the front garden leveled stone road, drilled into the adjacent woods, with the cover of the woods close to the mansion.
Throughout this whole process, the lens of the hand-held camera was always pointed at the door of the mansion.
Time was limited, and he didn't miss any opportunity to film.
Murphy walked to the edge of the woods, through the gap of the green belt, saw a black Cadillac sedan parked near the entrance of the dim mansion, subconsciously opened the headlight of the camera, and aimed the lens over there.
Just after shooting for a second, a crisp ringing sound suddenly came from the mansion, Murphy was suddenly startled, hurriedly turned off the camera light, took a step back and crouched behind a thick palm tree.
"Could it be that he came too fast and the robbers haven't left yet?"
It was obviously a gunshot, and a few beads of sweat rolled down Murphy's forehead, having had prison experience, he knew how ruthless those armed robbers could be.
"Back up and leave before the robbers realize it?"
This thought involuntarily appeared in Murphy's mind, but he hesitated for less than two seconds and immediately vetoed it, because this was a very good opportunity.
The police didn't come, the robbers didn't leave, if he could film something, what kind of sensational effect would it create?
After a year of prison life, he was long gone from that naive and timid student, that hellish life had honed a strong enough other side.
In front of the mansion is dark, the forest is not any light, Murphy confirmed that hiding here is safer, the chance of being found is also very small, will be the camera lens pointed at the door of the mansion, like a hunter waiting for prey to appear in general, quietly holding his breath and waited up.
What happened in the mansion, Murphy is completely unclear, only to know that someone called the police, someone opened fire ...
He was waiting, waiting for the most valuable images to appear.
Time passed second by second, the entrance of the mansion suddenly came from the dense footsteps and dull quarrel, Murphy was so nervous that even the hairs of sweat stood up, more drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and he could almost hear the sound of his heart beating.
But Murphy's hand was as steady as the Santa Monica Mountains behind him, never shaking, holding the camera firmly focused on the mansion door.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and the scuffling grew louder and louder.
Finally, two tall, lanky black men stepped out of it, looking around warily, not noticing anything unexpected, and ran toward the Cadillac sedan.
Murphy's camera was always pointed at those two people, his eyes were fixed on their black faces, and his men skillfully switched to close-ups, capturing those two people completely.
Even though it was a little dark and the light wasn't very good, Murphy's filming skills were good enough that the black men were clearly visible in the picture.
The black Cadillac started up and drove away from the estate on the same road that Murphy had come from with the wind.
Separate the front of the green belt, Murphy out of the woods, did not even think, ran toward the mansion door, because the distance is not far, only a few seconds to the door, he raised the camera to open the lights, aimed at the open door shot for a while, listen carefully, there is no sound around, can not help but clench his fists, stepped on the steps into the mansion.
Want to capture shocking images, want to get the exclusive can be sold for a large sum of money, in this very moment is bound to use some extraordinary means.
Walking carefully along the stone steps into the gate, Murphy took a moment to observe and found no dangerous situation, and immediately pointed the camera forward, controlling the lens to shoot while walking forward.
After passing through the gate is a huge living room, Murphy eyelids slightly jumped up, only to see the sofa in front of the side, a middle-aged man lying on his back on it, the chest position is a bright red, blood stained the sofa and the nearby floor, pungent smell of blood and the faint smell of gunpowder mixed together, people unconsciously produce a sense of vomiting.
Murphy looked calm, his hand and lens were unusually steady, first shooting a panoramic view, and then slightly closer to take a few large close-ups, before turning to the back of the sofa, where a Remington shotgun fell to the floor, a common household protection model.
After filming the shotgun, Murphy walked through the living room and up through the stairs to the second floor, filming uninterrupted throughout, in the master bedroom on the second floor, a white woman lay on her back on top of the floor, her back was a bloody mess with no signs of life, and the cell phone she held in her hand showed that she was most likely the one who called the police.
As he had done downstairs, Murphy dodged the blood and took successive panoramic and close-up shots, never bothering to check on the person who had been shot.
He knew exactly what he was here for.
Leaving the master bedroom and checking out another room next to it for anything of value, Murphy hurried downstairs, and as he turned the corner, he happened to see two more people dead in the dining room through a glass window, and went over to shoot some more.
"Gotta get outta here!"
Murphy muttered to himself and ran towards the front door as fast as he could, from the time he came in until now, more than a minute had passed, the police could come at any time, if they let them find themselves, not to mention all the trouble that they added, the videos that they had shot would definitely not be kept.
This is a very valuable big news!
Clutching the camera tightly, Murphy ran out of this manor with the speed of a hundred meter sprint, his ears could already hear the sound of sirens blaring in the distance, it would be too late if he didn't leave now.
Jumped into the black Ford car, Murphy threw the handheld camera to the passenger seat, start the car forward, turned out of Bill Road, a little sigh of relief, and drove forward a short distance, only to see the front of the two police cars came one after another, obviously to reinforce the crime scene just now.
Murphy drove past the two police cars, all the tension in his body dispersed, replaced by excitement.
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Leaving Santa Monica Valley, Murphy found a place where he could park his car, and after he parked his car, the first thing he did was to vigorously wave his fist.
"Good job, man!" He looked at himself through the rearview mirror, gritting his teeth, "This is our exclusive! Ours! We're going to be rich now!"
This year's struggles had made Murphy fully appreciate the hardships of survival for the little guy, and even more so, the difficulty of success.
It was clear to him now that if he wanted to be successful, he had to seize every opportunity to move forward and not stop himself no matter who or what he encountered.
If you want to be successful in the United States of America, money is an indispensable basic condition.
Mentally calculating how to sell the video, Murphy waited for his own state of mind to calm down a little, took the laptop from the back seat, connected it with the storage disk of the handheld video camera, and played the video that had just been shot.
The footage started from the time he walked through the doorway of that estate and ended with him leaving the mansion, it was just three minutes long, but Murphy knew it could bring in much more than all that had come before.
"Perfect!" He muttered to himself as he watched the footage, "You did it perfectly, man!"
After it finished playing, Murphy replayed it again, hitting pause when he saw the two black men driving away from there.
In the video, the model of the vehicle, the license plate number and the general appearance of the blacks were basically clear, and would be important evidence and clues if given to the police.
Murphy frowned slightly, should he cut this section and give it to the police?
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