The television broadcast van had already pulled into the scene. On the screen, the red "LIVE" label indicated that everything currently being shown was unfolding in real-time.
Watching her younger brother, blood-soaked and on the brink of death, Nie Han felt as though her tears had run dry. She leaned into Mother Chang's arms, weeping uncontrollably. Even though she knew full well that Nie Jiajun couldn't possibly answer the phone, she kept dialing his number again and again.
Originally, the camera had been tracking Zhang Ziqiang, but Guo Fuzheng kept trying to steal the spotlight. Every now and then, he would shove his head into the frame, his voice booming: "Thank you, comrade public security officer! Thank you, Uncle Public Security!"
Chapter 397