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Chapter 51 The God of Speed ​​is Not a Fake Name
"Whoosh!"

car?

The cameraman of the ERC official broadcast team was confused. He framed Mo Shu's car in the camera frame early, but as soon as Mo Shu started taking off, the cameraman's camera failed to follow.

"Hey, camera No. 1, what's going on? The screen is full of scenery, where are the racing cars? Which cameraman are you from camera No. 1?" the chief director of the official broadcast team said displeased.

"Unit No. 1 was arranged by you, Charlie." The director's assistant reminded softly from the side.

Charlie, that's an old cameraman. He has at least 8-9 years of experience in broadcasting. How could he make such a low-level mistake of losing the driver? The chief director's expression told the assistant that this is impossible.

"Director, it's me, I'm Charlie, camera No. 1. I don't know what happened. The racing car disappeared like flying. I'm sorry, director." In the communication system of the broadcast team, Charlie said something incredible and apologetic. road.

"Okay, don't worry about the front, let's take pictures of the scenery first, you must follow the No. 2 machine, the racing car will soon arrive at the area you are in charge of!" Many scenes are fleeting, and there is no room for hesitation.

"Camera No. 2, the racing car has entered your frame, follow me, I'm going to switch to your seat!" The chief director gave orders loudly.

"Om~~~"

Mo Shu's racing car approached quickly.

"Ahhhhhh, why are you shaking No. 2 machine? Ahhhhh, don't stop, I! Go!" The chief director was so anxious that he was about to start cursing, why did he lose Mo Shu again just as he was looking at No. 2 machine? .

"Director, I'm George No. 2, that car is so fast, I can't catch him at all!" George's cameraman also hurriedly explained during the call.

George is also an experienced cameraman, and may have more broadcast experience than Charlie. Usually when encountering world-class racing grand prix events, George is the best choice for the broadcast team to accompany the team.

This time it was the chief director's turn to be confused. The first two were extremely experienced and proficient veterans. How could they not keep up with the broadcast of the ERC, and they were not broadcasting aerobatic performances.

Soon, not only the chief director, but also the entire broadcast team discovered that the problem did not lie with the innocent cameraman at all.

Why?Because no cameraman can keep up with this racing car in a stable way!

It turned out that the culprit who caused the frequent mistakes in the broadcast was the driver of that racing car, Mo Shu!
In order to make ERC's first broadcast show perfect this year, the official broadcast team arranged nearly 50 camera positions in this opening match. Except for the regular fixed seats, those who fly in the sky, those who run underground, and even those who swim in the water will do it. Now that they have it, it can be said that they have used all the advanced technologies they can find.

It's a pity that there are nearly 50 camera positions, except for a few fixed shots of large scenes where you can occasionally see a strange shadow of Mo Shu, the rest can't keep up.

"Director, I'm machine No. 43, and I can capture the live action of that racing car." Cameraman No. 43 volunteered.

"Savior!" The chief director switched the screen to Unit 43 without thinking.

"."

In the picture, Mo Shu's racing car was smaller than a fingernail, galloping on a small road among the withered bushes. If it weren't for the billowing dust rolled up from the rear of the car, the chief director would have almost lost track of where the racing car was.

"Cameraman No. 43, can you make the picture closer?" The chief director was at his wit's end.

"Uh, I'm sorry director, I can't do it, I'm a big panoramic camera on the airship, it's pretty good if I can get the racing car." Cameraman No. 43 said regretfully.

"Where are the two helicopter aerial photography positions? Let them follow me!" The chief director was furious.

"Helicopter, director, the top speed of the helicopter we hired this time is only 170 kilometers per hour, and it can't keep up." The assistant timidly stepped forward and explained again.

"." The chief director was so angry, his cheeks were swollen like balloons.

"Tomorrow! Ask them to find me two military helicopters tomorrow. I don't believe I can't keep up with him!"

The broadcast team failed to broadcast the first car of the opening match, let alone the audience watching the game in front of the TV and computer screens.

"Did you get the time wrong? The race hasn't started yet? Where's the car? It's all scenery?"

"There must be a problem with the broadcaster's signal, and the scenery film was played."

"No, it seems that I can still see the shadow of a racing car once in a while."

"Cut~ That's because the camera technology is too rubbish, it can't take pictures of racing cars at all."

"But, I saw it well in previous years!"

"I'm afraid I will change teams this year. ERC is reluctant to spend a lot of money to hire people. It's getting more and more picky."

At the same time, the fans of the Shenshen team, the "Disciples of the Gods" are not happy anymore. The first stage of the opening game is more than 20 kilometers away. Why did we Moshen not have a total of other shots besides starting? If there are more than 5, this foreign broadcast team is deliberately bullying us, so where can we talk about increasing our popularity?

"I R, what are you doing? I didn't see how Mo Shen ran!"

"The tournament is biased, the broadcaster is biased, how can there be fairness and justice!"

"If I see the pictures of Cabernet Heigold and Munich Light in a while and everything is normal, I will immediately fly to Switzerland to fight with them!"

"My god, the little white rabbit, is here, and the little white rabbit asks the officials of the competition to live broadcast Chixiang!"

"My god's carrots have also arrived, and that's the same sentence, the officials will eat them live, and my carrots will be cooked for him!"

There was another uproar on the Internet, but in fact the fans were too excited because Mo Shu hadn't crossed the finish line yet, and ERC was all about results.

Yes, at this time everyone is waiting for the picture of Mo Shu crossing the line. At present, except for the tournament official and the broadcaster, other people may not know how abnormal Mo Shu's speed is.

"Whoosh~~~" That ghostly shadow passed by quickly, and what everyone saw was not a racing car at all, but a blurred line.

7.0965 points!The timer stopped at this number.

The whole world is quiet. No one is clamoring about the garbage broadcast, and no one is clamoring that the game will be shady.

Seeing this number, the 8 major manufacturer teams took a breath almost at the same time.

Even Wang Yu and Ruslein couldn't help rubbing their eyes.

All over the world, all the spectators who were watching this game were once again dumbfounded at the same time and different places.

The first stage of the SSS in Switzerland was 24.53 kilometers in total. Mo Shu only took 7 minutes, with an average speed of 210 kilometers per hour.

What is the concept of 7 minutes? You need to know the top rally driver in the world, no, the top rally driver ever, and it takes about 24.53 minutes to complete the 12 kilometers.

"God"

The muttering of a car fan in the audience woke up many people.

Everyone looked at the big screen, the competition official did not modify the final score, it seems that the score is valid.

"God! A god-like existence!!!"

For a moment, no matter which country he was a fan of, he couldn't help cheering and sighing.

As the god of speed, it seems that the pattern of the world racing industry will also change because of the appearance of Mo Shu!

The fans of the God team started to celebrate!
"Mo! God!"

"Long live!"

(End of this chapter)