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Chapter 753: The movie is too big

"Ha... take care of me?"

Wang Jin twitched his nose twice, then turned on the speakerphone and threw the phone on the dining table.

"Big star, listen carefully to my question."

"First, do you remember the route you took?"

呲——

You can hear a sizzling sound in your ears, obviously coming from downstairs.

Wang Jin took the coat handed over by Hu Xiaobei and then spoke.

"Second, do you remember who you met on the road?"

Snap, snap.

There was the sound of footsteps in the corridor, as if someone was dragging their tired body and preparing to go home.

Wang Jin picked up the little fox and fixed his eyes on the French window in front of him.

"If you don't remember, just answer my third question."

Wang Jin took a few steps back, his eyes flickering.

"The fact that your date is Wei Shan..."

Hu Huo seemed to realize something.

She took a deep breath and her face became a little solemn.

"The news was released on the Internet ten minutes ago."

"Ten minutes? They came really fast."

Wang Jin reached out and tied his long hair into a ponytail, hanging casually on the back of his head.

The very unpleasant smell could be clearly smelled on the tip of his nose. Wang Jin held his breath, and the muscles all over his body undulated like water.

Click.

In the darkness, someone seemed to open the door and walk into the house.

Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, Wang Jin's figure shot out, as strong as a leopard.

Target…

It's a floor-to-ceiling window.

Wow!!

The glass was shattered by the impact, and Wang Jin broke out of the window and fell straight from the sky.

The wind roared in my ears.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Wang Jin could even see what the people inside were doing through the glass.

The unlucky man downstairs was lying on the sofa exhausted, reaching out to light a cigarette for himself.

At this moment, he was looking at Wang Jin in astonishment.

Press the lighter at the same time.

The spark turns into a flame, and the flame expands into a fireball, and finally spreads wildly.

The sizzling sound and strange smell all had their origins, and Wang Jin's guess was correct.

Gas explosion.

boom--

The windows were blown away in an instant, and heat waves surged out.

The scarlet weapon unfolded in front of him into a large twisted shield, barely blocking part of the impact.

"Call Ma Yao!"

Wang Jin shouted angrily and looked at the woman with a shocked face.

Almost at the same time.

Wang Jin has a small laser spot on his body.

On the other side of the light spot is a sniper rifle with an incredibly large caliber.

The terrain of Sunshine Community is special, and only one or two sniper points can be found.

But things like sniper rifles... don't require much.

——

"call…"

The sniper adjusted his breathing.

He hadn't done this kind of thing for a long time and was a little unfamiliar.

What's more, the scene this time was so big that the opponent didn't look like an ordinary policeman.

Confusion arises one by one and is suppressed one by one.

The sniper put his thumb into his mouth and bit down hard.

Then the shadow of the finger slowly wriggled on his face, and finally came out of his eyes.

He just opened his bloody eye and stared at Wang Jin.

Then a faint red spot appeared on Wang Jin's body.

His ability is absolute hit.

The sniper spat on his finger and held it out into the air.

Wind direction, humidity, everything is normal.

aim…

When he saw the white hair clearly, the sniper was stunned.

That's not his goal.

"Hello, the place is cleared."

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The next second.

Boom!

It wasn't a gunshot, but the sound of metal smashing into a skull.

"We're about to start filming!"

"You're here! You're in the way!"

Bang! Bang! Poof!

The attacks did not stop easily.

The man was waving the blood-stained camera while speaking, as if expecting the sniper to respond to his words.

Even if the other person's head has turned into paste.

——

"Ah, I know."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ma Yao seemed to be going crazy, his tone of voice was rising and falling.

"Since the gas explosion, people have been broadcasting live."

"That jump you just made made the live broadcast room so popular..."

"If you keep talking nonsense, your job will be gone."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes.

He could see the figures coming out of the darkness.

Minions.

The members of the Twilight Council who stayed here had obviously encountered something unexpected.

Faced with the despairing numerical disparity, they didn't even have time to shout.

"Eighty...one hundred."

Wang Jin sighed and shook his head slowly.

An ordinary police officer does not deserve this level of arrangement.

A police officer who can solve countless major cases in a short period of time, and even capture the drama addict Su Xi alone, is fully qualified to do so.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

Samsara doesn’t want to give up on drama.

Unfortunately, the minions' way of dealing with problems has always been extreme.

They plan to kill Wei Shan.

However, no one knew that there was a troublesome idiot beside Wei Shan.

Luck would not allow Wei Shan to be besieged by minions, so Hu Huo walked into Sunshine Community by accident.

Luck also did not allow Wei Shan to be crushed by public opinion, so the gas tank below Wang Jin's building exploded and he had to jump out of the window to escape.

Coincidence meets coincidence…

It turned into a head-on conflict between Wang Jin and his minions.

An extremely dramatic unfolding.

Wang Jin looked up at the flashing neon lights in the distance and spoke slowly.

"This is in the city."

"I know."

There was a rustle on the other end of the phone, and Ma Yao was reminded by Wang Jin before continuing to speak.

"The director guessed that this might be the case, so he sent people to deploy...cough."

"You ask me what I'm doing? I'm writing a script..."

"Movie script, probably."

Hiss——

Ma Yao's mental state was obviously getting worse and worse. He was tearing something apart while talking.

"In short, the hero."

"Make yourself more handsome and kill anyone you want."

"What does this narration say...'He comes dressed up to kill people', well, that's good."

"Let it rain more."

Snap.

In the darkness, something struck.

Wang Jin heard Ma Yao say something very strange.

He said…

"A!"

Almost at the same time.

The clouds were thick and the rain was pouring down.

"The secret technology...has arrived at my doorstep."

The young man twitched his lips and muttered to himself.

It feels pretty good to have someone holding the bag.

Wang Jin doesn't need to think too much, he just needs to remember Ma Yao's words.

He dressed up and came to kill people.

"Um?"

Wang Jin lowered his head and looked at his hands.

At some point, the sweater on my body turned into a white robe with long sleeves.

The belt was tied casually around the waist, with a fiery red Tang Dao across it.

The long hair that was originally tied up was untied at some point and was gently draped over her shoulders.

He just stood there and put his hand on the handle of the knife.

The amber eyes gradually turned back to pure black.

The parts that are weird stories have been suppressed.

Wang Jin is like this, and so are his minions.

They are all flesh and blood.

“Quite considerate.”

Wang Jin smiled without delving into the reason.

The enemy is still the enemy, and you are still yourself.

Just draw the sword.

Buzz——

The Tang sword is unsheathed, the tiger roars and the dragon roars.

The red was diluted by the rain and slowly flowed into a dazzling scarlet.

A slender and tall young man holding a murderous sword.

In front of him was a silent crowd approaching.

One against a hundred.

——

"Director, Ma Yao may be dying."

"That secret ritual is not perfect yet and is too costly for the user."

Mustache pushed open the door and reported to the figure occupying his office.

"fine."

The director waved his hand, still staring at the display screen in front of him.

It was a very popular live broadcast room.

"You don't know him yet? He pretends to be like that all day long, but he is actually more ruthless than anyone else."

The woman next to the director curled her lips, stretched out her hand and pushed her mustache to go out.

The latter kept struggling and shouted.

"Director, Ma Yao is almost frothing at the mouth."

"Then you go up."

The man adjusted his rimless glasses and spoke calmly.

"...I think he should still be able to hold on."

Mustache nodded and closed the door.

——

A night as dark as ink.

The raindrops did not reflect any light, but instead revealed a strange black color.

The pure white boy is out of tune with the world and seems to be about to be swallowed up by the darkness.

But he didn't.

He held the blood-red Tang Dao and roared silently.

He spun around and slashed horizontally, causing the head to fly up.

Turn around and slash horizontally, breaking both sides with one sword.

The blood dyed the white robe red, and large tracts of enchanting flowers bloomed.

The young man still looked calm and waved the Tang Dao in his hand again and again.

He dressed up and came to kill people.

——

"Eh...Eh? Eh???"

Hu Huo stood up suddenly and looked around.

She remembered that she was standing downstairs at Wang Jin's house just now, and then she met the minions, and then...

Hu Huo couldn’t remember clearly after that.

She couldn't remember where she was supposed to be.

But it definitely shouldn't be in a movie theater.

"Shh!"

Someone next to her tugged at her, signaling Hu Huo to sit down quickly.

"Xiao Bei...do you know what this is?"

Hu Huo frowned and quietly approached Hu Xiaobei.

They were not the only ones in the theater, there was also a big man in a white hospital gown, a butcher with a murderous face, and a tomb robber in night clothes.

and an audience unfamiliar with blockbusters.

These people packed the cinema to capacity, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

A single figure was buried in the darkness, seeming to blend into the seat.

If it weren't for those pairs of cold eyes, it would be almost impossible to tell who was there.

At this moment, the pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time.

It seems that some viewers feel that Hu Huo's behavior is not polite, and they are protesting with their eyes at this moment.

"We should be in the Conclave."

Hu Xiaobei shook his head for a while.

"I don't know the specific situation, but the command bureau will not just watch public opinion escape its control."

"We can just watch a movie."

The girl looked at the big screen with a sweet smile on her face.

——

"call…"

Wang Jin held the knife horizontally, his wrist shaking slightly.

Blood vibration.

As a result, the blood stains on the Tang knife were shaken into blood mist, which was quickly absorbed.

He actually doesn't know how to use a knife.

Nailed swords and flags are more suitable for thrusting, while fruit knives are suitable for fine cutting.

I only have a rough understanding of chopping techniques when needed for sword dancing.

These few knife skills were secretly learned from Zhao Guangming.

Of course, even a superficial knowledge of the sword skills of a top repressive minister can be fatal.

Wang Jin fought his way through almost without encountering any obstacles.

This is the difference between him and the mixed race.

The minions rely too much on their own Kaidan blood, and will be at a loss once their abilities disappear.

But Wang Jin is different.

Falling cicada, overload, sword dance, and the explosive power that has been cultivated over many years.

All these make him taller than normal people.

Coupled with the unique terrain of Sunshine Community, these enemies can only attack in batches and cannot surround them.

Wang Jin's cutting was quite enjoyable.

Ordinary enemies can hardly withstand one blow, and only four or five out of ten need Wang Jin to use a second blow.

Of course, thanks to the huge base.

There are more than 40 people who can withstand two swords, and among them, there are about a dozen who can fight Wang Jin back and forth.

And now they are standing in front of Wang Jin, lined up.

"call…"

Wang Jin slowly opened his mouth and spit out hot mist.

The overload state has been maintained for too long, and my heart is aching.

Facing a dozen enemies who are not that weak, it is still a bit difficult to use the physical skills he is least good at.

“Next one!!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears.

"Um?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.

For a moment he couldn't figure out who this person was, he just felt that he was inexplicably familiar.

Staying with Ma Yao, I have seen it myself, and my sense of presence is not high...

"Mustache."

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.

He could already imagine Ma Yao suddenly dying at his desk.

——

"Brother Ma! Brother Ma, wake up!!"

Administration Bureau, Furnace Bolt Zero Floor, Library.

One of the rooms was in a mess, with four or five people milling around Ma Yao.

Some people are doing heart compressions, some are slapping people, some are pinching people, and some are preparing artificial respiration.

It's a pity that these are all happening at the same time...

It looks a bit like a whipped corpse.

"He can't die. Ma Yao's life is very tough."

Mustache spoke slowly, but his hands were writing and drawing on the book at an incredible speed.

He could even free his other hand to hold his monocle.

"So it's that simple... Are you so scared?"

"It's just a script. I'm a screenwriter."

"Then let's go to the Victorian era..."

——

"Um?"

Wang Jingang was about to chop with his knife, but found that the thing in his hand was short.

From the original blood-red Tang Dao, it became an old-fashioned fire gun.

The style is exquisite and the feel is very much like Alice's.

But this is not a shotgun.

Wang Jin frowned and looked at himself.

A complicated double-breasted suit was added to his body, and his long white hair turned into small curls and piled on the back of his head.

The pocket watch chain hangs from her chest, and her pointed leather shoes are shiny.

It doesn't suit Wang Jin at all, and it also exudes a damn Victorian style.

"Oh my old man, I'm gonna kick you hard with my boot...huh?"

Wang Jin frowned again.

He remembered that the mustache's clothes were a little bit like this, but he didn't expect it to be so serious now.

"Damn it!"

An enemy wielding a cane and sword rushed out in front of him. Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and struck at him with a blazing gun.

——

"This... the screenwriter has changed?"

Hu Huo frowned and looked at the young man on the big screen who was obviously not quite right.

She has been in the entertainment industry all year round and is very receptive to bad movies.

But other viewers are not like this.

The crowd started to commotion, and the words "ticket refund" could be vaguely heard.

The unfamiliar faces became angrier and angrier, and their voices became louder and louder.

Finally, the big man in a hospital gown couldn't bear it anymore.

He slapped the armrest suddenly, stood up and cursed.

"What the hell is a dog called? My boss is so well acted!"

"If you can see it, see it. If you can't see it, get out."

"Don't disturb me while I watch the boss act in the movie."

The madman snorted coldly and tapped the back of the chair with the pliers in his hand.

Unfortunately, this threat had no effect.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then continued to commotion.

The sound was much louder.

The tomb robber in night clothes grinned, lowered his head and shouted "Refund!".

Then the crowd's shouts became louder and louder, and the cinema began to vibrate.

"Fuck you!"

The madman did not hesitate and hit Kong E hard on the head with the iron pincers.

Immediately afterwards, he started the golden egg-breaking session of randomly selecting lucky audience members.

Blood splattered everywhere and screams continued.

Unfortunately, the audience soon swarmed him and pinned him down.

"Tsk... I still want to continue reading. After all, the silly boy in the first part is very handsome."

The fox-eared girl stood up slowly, her face cold.

"But you guys are too noisy!"

Wind blades rose into the sky and fell like raindrops.

Hu Huo wanted to follow suit, but was afraid of setting the place on fire.

So she could only sigh and sit back in her seat and continue watching the movie.

——

"Warning! "Draft No. 4" is unstable! [Screenwriter] is abnormal!"

"Warning! [Cinema] is abnormal! [Audience] is abnormal!"

"Ahem...don't panic."

Listening to the siren ringing in his ears, Mustache wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"My subsequent writing is good. I am a screenwriter. I want to suppress it first."

“…”

The operators beside Ma Yao had complicated expressions and sighed.

This secret ritual is already under observation, and something will definitely happen if it continues like this.

"Ouch!"

Ma Yao sat up suddenly, frowned as he looked at the pages of the book that mustache was turning rapidly in his hand.

"By the way, this book...is it smoking?"

"without."

The mustache shook his head and forced a smile.

Drop - top-level permissions.

The metal door slowly opened, and the director with a black face walked in.

——

"Changed back!"

Hu Huo waved his hand, signaling Hu Xiaobei to stop and turn to look at the big screen.

The Tang sword in the robe and the fire gun in the suit all disappeared.

Wang Jin changed back to his original clothes.

He carried Alice and shot her one at a time, his movements were extremely skillful.

Gradually, the quarrel in the audience disappeared.

The vision gradually blurred, and the big screen gradually rolled up.

Then Hu Xiaobei suddenly opened his eyes.

Wang Jin and Hu Huo still stood in front of him, and the madman and the other two prisoners also returned to the dungeon.

Nothing has changed.

Except for those bones on the ground.

Apparently, they died from the Scarlet Arms.

Surprisingly, the moment Hu Xiaobei opened his eyes, the bones were slowly falling down.

It was as if they were alive one second and completely disappeared the next.

Not even a drop of blood was left.

Hu Huo subconsciously took out his cell phone to see what just happened.

Sure enough, everyone disappeared out of thin air for a few minutes, and then reappeared instantly a few minutes later.

As a result, the live broadcast room was full of praises, saying "Hollywood-level special effects" and "I will definitely see it when it comes out."

Think about it carefully.

If something is slightly unreasonable, they will question it.

But there were too many unreasonable things, so they would just treat it as special effects.

More than a hundred people turned into skeletons in front of him. No matter how you thought about it, it couldn't be true.

"Card!!"

A powerful shout rang in my ears.

Then, the same sound as at the beginning came into my ears.

Snap.

Wang Jin guessed that this was a slate.

Almost at the same time.

A bunch of people came out of nowhere, shouting: "Congratulations on wrapping up the filming."

There is a sound engineer wearing a headset and holding a long pole, a cameraman carrying a camera, a note-taker holding a notebook, and a director wearing a vest and pigtails.

Although none of them could see their faces clearly, they still came to Wang Jin with a roar, smiling and applauding wildly.

And disappeared in an instant.


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