Super God Gene

Fang Ming searched for a circle and didn't see anyone. He went directly back to his studio excitedly and even made a clip of his own images at night.

“Can you eat the fragrance and drink the spicy one? Check this out!” Fang Ming started working. He didn't sleep all night. The images came out.

This is definitely a big news story, and it's his exclusive. With last night's live broadcast, more people will be squeezing into his section after it spreads. If you hang this clipped image up, the clicks will definitely be scary.

Being able to clip out images so quickly, the first is the desire for success, and the second is really touching, Fang Ming thinks it is the best work he has been a journalist for so many years.

After logging into Skynet, Fang Ming had seen many messages at this time, asking about yesterday's image.

Electricity was damaged at the time, and the scene was not monitored, and some individuals were shooting, either at a bad angle or without the whole process, or were shooting too blurred, completely incomparable with people like him who possessed professional equipment.

Fang Ming took a deep breath and took a name for his image, "The One God Only B, You're Our Angel," before clicking on the upload.

After uploading, Fang Ming didn't even look at it. He went straight back to sit on the chair beside him and lit a cigarette. He kept his head down and kept quiet, smoking one after the other.

Fang Ming was afraid to even look at the watch. He was afraid that he would know the time, because time was life for journalists.

He also knew very well that when this image was uploaded, his communicator would definitely ring, but the time the communicator rang determined how far the image could go.

“If someone came to me in half an hour, I would be very successful. If it only rang for an hour, that would be fine. If it hadn't rang for an hour and a half..." Fang Ming was still in his mind, and he heard the sounds of the communicators.

Fang Ming stood up like a spring, his eyes staring dead at the transmitter on the table, with a familiar number on it.

“Eight minutes and forty-three seconds... eight minutes and forty-three seconds...” Fang Ming grabbed his fist with excitement, his teeth snapped together and pinched all the cigarette boxes in his hand.

Until three minutes later, Fang Ming slowly relaxed. Ignoring the communication device that had been ringing, he fell on the couch and lit a cigarette. As he smoked the cigarette, he watched the communication device keep ringing.

Fang Ming enjoyed this feeling. Only then could he feel alive.

"The One God, the One B, You're Our Angel," this image, has no explanation at all, only one image less than three minutes.

The little face with the fear and tears, the big eyes with the scary eyes and the little hands with the dust and blood on it just grabbed the heart from the first scene, starting with the imminent fall of the little girl.

The next moment, while people were still worried about the danger of the little girl, the hatch next door opened, but it was not the little girl's savior who came out, but the more terrible Reaper.

When the Shura slashed into a little girl with a war knife, so they could barely sustain themselves with anger, there was also a deep sense of despair spreading inside.

Suddenly, a golden figure appeared in the lens. The giant golden wings were really like an angel. When the strong arm wrapped in golden armor brought the little girl into her arms, the other hand held the Shura warrior knife, and the blood dripped down along the blade, the person who saw the scene, his eyes didn't know why they were all wet, but his heart was happy almost shouting.

The next scene was carefully edited, and the Shura crossed with Hanson, who smashed the window and sent the little girl into the room.

The next thing you know, the Shura cut Hansen with a knife, but Hansen didn't have a hidden lens, but here, he inserted dozens of Thursday shivering student lenses directly into the room, so you can see that Hansen didn't hide because he had to stop the Shura from rushing into the classroom, and blocked out the window with flesh and blood.

Next is the battle scene, after a thorough clip, the movement became smooth and refined, the boxing to flesh and blood splashed, fully demonstrating Hanson's personal heroism and fearless spirit of sacrifice, but some of the less beautiful scenes were cut off by Fang Ming, it seems that Hanson is a lonely hero, in order to protect the weak and weak, even to confront the powerful enemy in the face.

In fact, Hansen was miserable, not at all an opponent of the Shura people, but after editing it, it seemed that Hansen had fought desperately, with some pitiful sense of sadness.

Then comes the fateful collision and the ultimate suicide fall with the enemy.

The whole image is smooth, accompanied by all the warm blood music of Fang Ming, the people who watch it boil, hate can not go up to the war with Shu Luo people, throw their heads and sprinkle the warm blood without talking, is the fucking Shu Luo people.

And many of our affectionate female compatriots, after watching this image, have long cried into tears, and the men are more bloodthirsty.

This image is really on fire, and it's been fired all over the Alliance in just under a morning, and it's been broadcast hundreds of millions of times.

The fierce and brutal Shura nobility, the golden angels of the bloodbathing battle, and the fearful innocent faces, all the images made up an inspiring story, not three minutes short, but touched everyone who had seen the video.

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After all, the robotic channel video has its limitations, but this video is a complete killing of men, women and children, making the name of God B more explosive than this year's top ten godsons.

“The kid had the balls to look like me when I was younger. ”

“Fuck Junior. ”

“Poor kids, they're lucky because angels are watching over them. ”

“God B, you're my only one. ”

“God B, you're my angel. ”

“Orthopaedic gynaecological hospital, specializing in infertility...”

“The whole family upstairs is infertile. ”

More people are concerned about Hansen's life and death, because Fang Ming did not put the last paragraph. The image was only until Hansen fell in his arms and the Shura people, and a dull noise was the end of the image.

Everyone cared about the final outcome of God B and wanted to know the life and death of God B and the Nashulo people, but Liu Ming had no intention of releasing them. Those things were in the hands of other journalists, and there was no point in releasing them again. They would know the final outcome if they just browsed a little bit.

And the protagonist of this image, at this time, is also looking at this fully clipped image of the formula.