For someone in his line of work, encountering legal disputes is unavoidable, and you definitely need professionals to handle professional problems.

This is also one of the reasons why he emptied his wallet and urgently needed money.

While running and filming, Henry was lost in thought. In this country, trying to live even a slightly decent life comes with an extremely high cost.

After more than a year of experience, Henry was certain that America was definitely not the paradise some people once claimed it to be.

Henry ran more than two hundred feet in one go before he finally caught a glimpse of the mansion hidden behind the small grove in the front yard. Although he was a bit out of breath, he was even more excited.

Such a luxurious property couldn’t be bought for less than several million dollars. A wealthy person of this level being robbed at gunpoint was bound to be extremely newsworthy, and the TV station would pay a high price for it.

Even though greed drove Henry to trespass on someone else’s property, he didn’t lose his head. As he got closer to the mansion, he left the smooth stone path of the front yard and slipped into the nearby woods, using the trees for cover as he approached the mansion.

Throughout the entire process, the camcorder in his hand was always aimed at the mansion’s entrance.

Time was limited, and he didn’t let any filming opportunity slip by.

Henry reached the edge of the woods and, through a gap in the greenery, saw a black Cadillac sedan parked near the dimly lit entrance of the mansion. Instinctively, he turned on the camcorder’s front light and aimed the lens in that direction.

He had just filmed for a second when a crisp sound suddenly came from inside the mansion. Henry was startled, quickly turned off the camera light, took a step back, and crouched behind a thick palm tree.

“Did I get here too quickly? Have the robbers not left yet?”

That was clearly a gunshot. A few drops of sweat rolled down Henry’s forehead. Having been in prison, he knew just how ruthless armed robbers could be.

“Should I take the chance to retreat and leave before the robbers notice me?”

This thought popped into Henry’s mind, but he hesitated for less than two seconds before dismissing it—because this was a golden opportunity.

The police hadn’t arrived, and the robbers hadn’t left. If he could capture something on film, what kind of sensation would that cause?

After a year in prison, he was no longer that naive and timid student. That hellish life had forged a much tougher side of him.

The area in front of the mansion was shrouded in darkness, and the woods had no lights at all. After confirming that hiding here was relatively safe and the chances of being discovered were low, Henry aimed the camera at the mansion’s entrance, waiting like a hunter for his prey, holding his breath and staying perfectly still.

Henry had no idea what was happening inside the mansion—he only knew someone had called the police and someone had fired a gun...

He waited, hoping for the most valuable footage to appear.

Second by second, time ticked by. Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps and muffled arguing at the mansion’s entrance. Henry was so tense that even his hair stood on end, sweat beading on his forehead, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

But Henry’s hands were as steady as the Santa Monica Mountains behind him, never trembling, keeping the camera firmly aimed at the mansion’s front door.

The footsteps drew closer, and the arguing grew louder.

Finally, two tall, muscular Black men came out. They looked around warily, saw nothing unusual, and ran toward the Cadillac.

Henry kept the camera trained on the two men, eyes fixed on their dark faces, skillfully switching to a close-up lens to capture them in full detail.

Even though it was getting dark and the lighting wasn’t great, Henry’s filming skills were excellent—the Black men in the footage were clearly visible.

The black Cadillac started up and sped away from the estate along the same road Henry had come.

Pushing aside the greenery in front, Henry left the woods and, without thinking, ran straight to the mansion’s entrance. Since it wasn’t far, he reached the door in just a few seconds. He lifted the camera, turned on the light, filmed the open door for a while, and listened carefully. Hearing nothing around him, he clenched his fist in excitement and stepped onto the stairs leading into the mansion.

To capture shocking footage and get an exclusive that could sell for a high price, you had to use extraordinary means at extraordinary times.

Carefully walking up the stone steps and through the door, Henry took a quick look around and, seeing no danger, immediately aimed the camera ahead, filming as he moved forward.

Beyond the door was a huge living room. Henry’s eyelids twitched slightly as he saw a middle-aged man lying on his back on the sofa ahead. His chest was stained bright red, blood soaking the sofa and the nearby floor. The pungent smell of blood mixed with a faint scent of gunpowder, making him feel an involuntary urge to vomit.

Henry’s expression remained calm, his hands and the camera exceptionally steady. He first filmed a wide shot, then moved in for several close-ups, before turning to the back of the sofa, where a Remington shotgun had fallen to the floor—a common model for home defense.