Chapter 452

She frowned slightly, just about to turn her head to look beside her, but her gaze was locked firmly again, drawn to the viewfinder like a magnet.

"Don't make noise, you guys look at the camera quickly, shadow, shadow……"

Deng Jia Jia's eyes widened round, terror and shock intertwined in her pupils, staring fixedly at the mutation unfolding inside the camera.

She opened her mouth, speaking somewhat incoherently with excitement:

"I knew it, I knew it, shadow is the true protagonist, you see he, he… he… came back to life again, and it's two, three, four?????? …… you guys look quickly……"

Tang An stared wide-eyed, terrifiedly pulling out the rat head whose head she had bitten off, her throat making retching sounds.

If those retching syllables could be translated into words, the meaning they roughly expressed would be——"I look, look at you damn it, you look at me first!!!"

Ren Xuan also stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling as he spat out a string of monosyllables:

"Caonima, caonima, caonima, caonima, caonima……"

He looked at Deng Jia Jia who seemed to have fallen into demonic obsession, then at Tang An whose throat wriggled and vomited out a rat head, then toward the ground densely crawling with rats, as well as……

A human figure stepping on rats, steps staggering but still running desperately toward them!

He only felt his eyes were not enough, his brain was not enough, his mouth was not enough, and most importantly… his two feet also seemed not enough!

……

Guangliang Television Station.

Station Director Wei Guangming stood with arms crossed, his eyes fixed dead on the large screen before him, veins bulging on his forehead, his complexion grimly frightening.

The originally wonderful pictures on the screen disappeared one after another, replaced by patches of dazzling snow screens.

The viewership ratings that had originally been surging upward also stagnated, like a dead person's heartbeat.

"What's going on?! Where's the picture? Where did all the pictures go? Switch camera positions for me quickly! What are you all standing there for?!"

Wei Guangming suddenly turned around, his voice exploding like thunder in the control room.

The workers in the station were all silent as cicadas in winter, not one daring to meet his gaze, all lowering their heads, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Station Director, we can't switch anymore…… all camera positions inside the campus are destroyed, the only remaining drone also crashed after entering the sewer……"

A technician spoke fearfully, his words not yet finished before Wei Guangming rudely interrupted him.

"Didn't I send people to reinforce the scene? Where are the people?!"

Wei Guangming roared in a rough voice, his voice full of anger he could not suppress.

The director sighed helplessly, forced to step forward, and answered with a hardened scalp:

"Station Director, most reporters have quit and run away on the way, saying the scene is too dangerous, they won't do it no matter how much money.

The two veteran reporters Lao Kong and Lao Shi did go in, but in the live broadcast footage just transmitted back, their heads… uh, were being kicked around like a ball by monsters."

The Station Director gave a cold snort, his tone full of mockery and anger:

"They're all deserters! Wastes! And rice buckets! What about those few newcomers?"

The director sighed, his tone carrying helplessness:

"Three newcomers entered the underground shaft, and lost contact not long after.

They might have bumped into monsters, or might have been scared out of their wits and found a place to hide……"

Wei Guangming slammed both hands heavily on the table, with a "Bang" loud noise, shaking the objects on the table to jump along.

Immediately after, he grabbed the folder on the table, raised his arm high, full of anger, and fiercely threw it at the director's face.

The corner of the folder scraped across the director's cheek, instantly leaving a black-red mark, the director's head was knocked to one side, but he dared not have the slightest resistance.

"Waste! Waste! All wastes! I remember most people in the station were recruited by you, you've raised a group of wastes for the station?!!"

Wei Guangming's voice almost lifted the roof, anger burning fiercely in his eyes.

"Now the viewership ratings are so high, every second the live broadcast is cut off is a crime! You are all sinners of the station! I want, I want you……"

His gaze swept toward the viewership ratings on the screen plunging straight down like a crashing plane, his complexion iron-blue, his fists cracking with a squeeze.

Wei Guangming secretly made up his mind in his heart, after this incident ended, he must carry out a thorough purge of the station.

These cowardly, incompetent wastes, not one left!

He wanted to recruit again from society, to recruit a batch of elite soldiers and strong generals with responsibility, ability, and courage, to completely change the bad atmosphere of the television station.

Just as Wei Guangming was flying into a rage, Wang Cong stood quietly watching to the side, his calm expression and the gourd behind him were somewhat out of place with the current oppressive atmosphere.

His eyeballs turned, and he secretly pondered in his heart:

"This Station Director Wei Guangming is indeed very rare, very ambitious.

Perhaps, the cooperation between Second Prison and the television station can not only be limited to the 'Octagonal Cage Beast Fighting Plan', but can go even further……"

Second Prison, because of the previous riot incident, had once been deeply mired in the vortex of public opinion, and to this day had not completely shaken off the negative impact.

Wang Cong watched all this, and also observed Wei Guangming's current performance, and a thought involuntarily arose in his heart.

"If I could have the opportunity to reach my hand into the television station, and send some capable assistants in for Wei Guangming, he should be overjoyed, right."

Coincidence, isn't it? Wang Cong just knew where to find a batch of talents Wei Guangming urgently needed.

Of course, he was not doing this to help Wei Guangming.

What he was calculating in his heart was, Feng Mu should not refuse an opportunity to infiltrate, even master a television station, right?

Feng Mu speaks well and makes sense, his profound thoughts and warm-hearted voice should be heard by more people.

Isn't this more guiding and educational than letting the public watch these bloody, violent pictures?!!

As a die-hard fan of Feng Mu, a true die-hard fan, Wang Cong was deeply influenced by Feng Mu, and his bones were full of the radiance of human nature.

He was willing to share Feng Mu's… great love with more people!

Of course, apart from personal emotional factors, Wang Cong also felt that mastering a television station would be more beneficial to Feng Mu's progress.

Second Prison alone was too small, far from being able to accommodate Feng Mu's ideals.

As an excellent subordinate, Wang Cong carried a sincere heart, feeling he should always be prepared, to pave a staircase leading to higher places under Feng Mu's feet.

Just at this moment, the director's eyes suddenly lit up, pointing at the large screen and shouting urgently:

"Station Director, we have a picture!"

Wei Guangming's roar came to an abrupt halt; he lifted his head and stared fixedly at the screen, his expression shifting from furious rage to wild joy in an instant:

"The signal is restored?! Where is the signal coming from?!"

The technician hurried to the control console, rapidly tapping the keyboard, then replied with surprised delight:

"Station Director, the signal is coming from the sewer! The live broadcast source's serial number is... it's the camera Deng Jia Jia took!"

"Deng Jia Jia?!"

Wei Guangming's eyes shone frighteningly bright; he slammed the table and laughed loudly:

"Good! Good! Deng Jia Jia truly didn't disappoint me! This is the elite reporter of our Guangliang Television Station!"

Wei Guangming's voice was full of praise and joy, as if the furious rage just now had never happened.

He walked quickly to the screen, eyes unblinking as he stared at the picture, issuing orders nonstop:

"The picture from the sewer is a bit dark; brighten it up through technical means, and also, push the live stream out immediately.

This footage our television station's reporters risked life danger to film — I won't allow anyone in the Nine Districts to miss it... hurry, hurry, get the ratings pulled back up for me!!!"

(End of Chapter)