Tall palm trees lined up in two neat rows by the road, behind a long fence, the street lights on the fence glowed with bright yellow light, illuminating the gentle and straight Santa Monica Valley Bill Road, where everything was Demonstrating the unique tranquility and order of the rich area, it seemed that the disturbances from the outside world would never be able to spread here.
The roar of the car's motors broke the silence. A black Ford sedan, regardless of whether it was a residential area, turned into Beale Road at a speed of more than fifty miles per hour, probably because the driver's skills were not very good. There was obviously a side slip when turning, but fortunately, there was no traffic accident.
The previous accident had been nearby this area. After Murphy drove a Ford car into the straight road, he quickly increased the speed to seventy miles per hour and rushed forward according to the vague memory in his mind.
Palm trees on the side of the road and bright yellow street lights flashed through the windows of the car. Murphy kept looking to the left. After nearly half a minute, he finally saw a luxuriously wrought iron gate. The gate was not closed, it was just open as if A big mouth that could swallow everything.
Murphy did not stop right away but continued to move forward. After driving another fifty feet, he parked the car on the side of the road, lifted the camera from the co-pilot's seat, got out of the car at the fastest speed, and faced the sight that he had just seen. The door ran away(lmao I'm not gonna edit this cause it's funny).
Murphy watched while running and turned on the camera at the same time.
The road was clearly illuminated by the bright yellow light. After Murphy observed it, he couldn't help but hold his fist in excitement. He didn't see any shadows of police, cars, or colleagues. This must be his own exclusive piece of news.
Exclusive news can sell for a big price!
Murphy was not very surprised by this. Due to the close distance, he was from this crime, it took him less than two minutes to rush over. This was in the depths of the valley. It would take some time for the police to rush here.
When he ran to the open door, Murphy rushed in without any hesitation, regardless of whether it was a private property. After experiencing the disaster of prison and also learning many lessons from his predecessor, one of which was to look for a good lawyer.
For a profession like his, it is unavoidable to encounter legal disputes. Professionals must be used to solve professional problems.
This is one of the reasons why he emptied his wallet and needed money urgently.
While running and shooting, Murphy was still thinking about it. If one wants to live a decent life in this country, the cost of living here was really very high.
After more than a year of experience, Murphy confirmed that America is definitely not the paradise that some people preach.
Murphy ran more than two hundred feet in one breath, only then faintly saw the mansion hidden behind the grove in the front courtyard. Although he was breathing a little, he was more excited.
Such a luxurious real estate cannot be bought without a few million dollars. The rich man of this level was being robbed by an armed robber.TV stations would also pay a high price for news like this.
Although Murphy broke into someone else's territory for his personal interest, he did it carefully. When he approached the mansion slowly, he then left the flat stone road in the front courtyard and got into the woods next to him, and approached the mansion with the help of the woods as cover.
During this whole process, his camera lens was always facing the door of the mansion.
The time he had was very limited, and he will not let go of any shooting opportunities.
Murphy walked to the edge of the woods, through the gap of the green belt, saw a black Cadillac car parked near the entrance of the dim mansion, subconsciously turned on the headlight of the camera, and pointed the lens there.
Just after shooting for a second, there was a crisp sound from the mansion. Murphy was taken aback and quickly turned off the camera light, stepped back, and squatted behind a large palm tree.
"Have the robbers not left yet?"
It was obviously a gunshot, and a few drops of sweat rolled on Murphy's forehead. He had been in prison, and he knew how fierce the armed robbers could be.
'While the robbers haven't seen me, should I quickly retreat and leave?'
This idea unconsciously appeared in Murphy's mind, but he hesitated for less than two seconds and immediately rejected it because it was a very good opportunity.
The police did not come, and the robbers did not leave. If you could photograph something like this, what kind of sensation would it have?
After a year of prison life, he was no longer that naive and timid student, and that hellish life had honed another side in him that was strong enough.
The front of the mansion was dim, and there was no light in the woods. Murphy confirmed that it is safer to hide here, and the chance of being found is very small. After that, he pointed the camera at the door of the mansion, like someone waiting for his prey to appear. Like a hunter, he waited quietly and held his breath.
Murphy was completely unclear about what happened in the mansion, only that someone called the police and someone fired a shot.
He was waiting, waiting for the most valuable picture to appear.
As time passed, there were intensive footsteps and a dull argument at the door of the mansion. Murphy's nervousness caused him to have goosebumps, and more drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and he could almost hear his heart beating loudly.
But Murphy's hands were as stable as the Santa Monica Mountain behind him, never shaking, and fixed the control lens at the mansion door.
The footsteps were getting closer and the quarrels were getting louder and louder.
Finally, two tall and sturdy men walked out of it. They looked around vigilantly and ran towards the Cadillac.
Murphy's lens was always aimed at the two people, his eyes fixed on their faces, and he skillfully switched to close-up shots, capturing the two people completely.
Although the sky was a bit dark and the light was not very good, Murphy's shooting technique was excellent enough, and the robbers in the picture were clearly visible.
The black Cadillac started and drove off from the manor towards the road where Murphy came.
Separating from the green belt in front, Murphy went out of the woods. Without even thinking about it, he ran towards the door of the mansion. Since the distance was not far, he reached the door in just a few seconds. He raised the camera to turn on the light and aimed at the open. He then put his ear on the door for a while, and after listening carefully, there was no sound around, and he clenched his fists without restraint, and stepped into the mansion.
Walking carefully along with the stone steps into the gate, Murphy observed for a while and found no problems, so he immediately pointed the camera at the front, controlled the lens to shoot, and walked forward.
After passing through the door was a huge living room. Murphy's eyelids twitched slightly. On the sofa in front of him, a middle-aged man was lying on his back. His chest was bright red. The blood-stained the sofa and nearby area. The bloody floor, pungent smell of blood, and the faint smell of gunpowder mixed together, which would cause any normal person nausea and a feeling to vomit.
Murphy's expression was very calm tho, his hands and legs were unusually stable. First, he took a panoramic shot, then got a little closer, took a few big close-up shots, and then turned to the back of the sofa. A Remington shotgun lying on the floor, which was a standard home model.
After shooting the shotgun with his camera, Murphy walked through the living room and went up the stairs to the second floor. The shooting was not interrupted during the whole process. In the master bedroom on the second floor, a white woman was lying on the floor, her back was covered in blood. with no sign of life, the mobile phone in her hand, showed that she was most likely trying to call the police.
Just like downstairs, Murphy avoided the blood, took panoramic and close-up shots successively, and never touched the person who was shot.
He knew exactly what he was here for.
Leaving the master bedroom, he went to the next room to take a look. There was nothing of value there. Murphy hurriedly went downstairs. As he turned the corner, he happened to see two people dead in the dining room through a glass window and went to shoot that as well. After a while, he thought.
'I should leave now!'
Murphy said to himself, running towards the gate with the fastest speed. The police may come any time. If they find him, don't talk about the added trouble, they won't allow him to keep these videos.
This is a piece of very valuable news!
Holding the camera tightly, Murphy ran out of the manor at a rapid pace. The sound of the sirens in the distance could already be heard by his ears. It was too late now.
Jumping into the black Ford car, Murphy threw the portable camera into the passenger seat, started the car to rush forward, and after turning off Bill Road, he breathed a sigh of relief and drove a short distance forward, two Police cars came one after another, obviously to reinforce the scene of the crime.
Murphy drove past the two police cars, the tension on his body slowly disappeared and was replaced by excitement.
He has been in this profession for some time, and so he can judge how valuable this video is!
Leaving the Santa Monica Valley, Murphy found a place where he could park. After parking the car, he slammed his fist for the first time.
"Nice job, buddy!" He looked at himself through the rearview mirror, gritted his teeth, and said, "This is my exclusive! my! I'm going to post it now!"
This year's struggle has allowed Murphy to fully appreciate the hardships of small people's survival, and also understand the difficulty of success.
He now knows very well that if he wants to succeed, he must seize every opportunity to move forward. No matter who or anything he encounters, he must not stop.
If you want to succeed in the United States, money is an indispensable basic condition.
Thinking about how to sell the video, Murphy waited for himself to calm down a bit, and took the laptop from the back seat, connected it with the storage disk of the camcorder, and played the video he had just taken.
The video starts from when he walks into the door of the manor and ends when he leaves the mansion. Although it only takes three minutes, Murphy knows that this can bring him much more income than before.
"Perfect!" He looked at the screen and said to himself, "You did it perfectly, man!"
After the play was over, Murphy played it again, and when he saw the two robbers driving away, he pressed pause.
In the video, the model, license plate number, and general appearance of the robbers could basically be seen clearly. If it is handed over to the police, it will be important evidence and clues.
Murphy frowned slightly, should he send this part of the video to the police?