Poor Slack, when he was pulled up from the ground, he was covered in dust and his hair was messy, as if he had been beaten severely.
Outside the car window, Slack was being escorted by a white police officer.
Smith looked away guiltily and watched from the sidelines as Slack was taken away by the white police officer.
After they left, Smith looked back at the recording studio across the street.
The fake Smith covered his face, got into the extended Lincoln surrounded by bodyguards, and drove away slowly.
"Follow that fatherless bastard!"
Smith yelled in slang as Rohard started the car and followed the Stretch Lincoln.
Fake Smith recognized his muscle car, so they were driving a stolen car.
"But don't you think we're too close to that Lincoln's ass?" Smith exclaimed weirdly. "While I understand a white boy's excitement at seeing a luxury car, hitting it will cost you everything."
Options slowly appear at the bottom of the screen
[He just said butt, right?]
[Pull the distance away, and then crash into each other at a speed of five kilometers per second]
[Smith is right, maybe]
There is not much difference between options one and two, there is only one correct choice.
Cen Yingying undoubtedly chose option three. Transparent Bridge hesitated a little, but finally decided to break up peacefully with Mu Su and get together with Cen Yingying.
0:4:5, Mu Su was betrayed!
The options gradually fade away.
But it's a bit strange. After making the choice, Rohard still didn't slow down and put some distance between him - and kept in touch with the extended Lincoln for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"Really? Do you really want to do this?"
While Smith put down his seat to hide himself, he looked like he had seen a nigger: "Man, you have to know that when we get everything back, that car will also be our property - no! He is yours!"
The early sharing of the spoils took effect, and Rohard let go of the accelerator slightly.
This is what "maybe" means.
They followed the fake Smith all the way, as night fell, the street lights came on, and Lincoln finally arrived in front of a movie theater.
Red carpet, fans, reporters, the extended Lincoln slowly stopped in front of the red carpet. Amidst the screams, the fake Smith in a suit and leather tie with a gentle smile got out of the back seat and walked onto the red carpet.
squeak--
An old white car was parked on the roadside a little further away.
There are too many people here, and there are police officers to maintain order, so they obviously can't take action here.
A giant poster hangs on the outside wall of the theater. Smith, wearing a white suit, is holding a high-tech pistol and crossing his arms.
"It's the promotion of "Men in White 3"..."
Smith watched his "other self" walking on the red carpet, waving to reporters and signing autographs for fans, and spoke slowly with loneliness and subtle envy.
"I starred in the first one, and I still remember the ridiculous things I did at that time... I actually went to Las Vegas to attend a party where a group of people discussed what would happen if they encountered aliens. There were also people who claimed to have been attacked by aliens.
People abducted by humans, cows kidnapped by aliens, people drawn strange circles in their wheat fields by aliens..."
Smith raised his head, and soon realized that it was of no use, and turned his head towards the car window.
"Suck...wu-wu-suck..."
Strangely, a whining sound like wind passing through a narrow gap suddenly came from around Smith.
Rohard turned his head.
Smith also looked surprised by the sound and turned to look.
It was difficult to see the expression of a black man in the dark carriage, except that he was smiling.
Smith shouted in an exaggerated tone: "What? Is your stomach growling? Are you hungry?"
Rohard shook his head and raised his hand to turn on the car lights.
"Don't turn on the light!" Smith stopped Rohard, his face shrouded in confusion. "The impostors' minions are nearby, be careful if they see me. You must be hungry, I'll buy you something to eat."
Smith said contradictory words, and as if he was afraid that Rohard would object, he quickly got out of the car, wiped his eyes with his dirty sleeves, and walked to the hot dog stand not far away.
The sudden emotional outburst in this scene left the players in silence, their obsession with completing the task dissipated, and they were more able to help Smith regain his identity.
Rohard followed Smith with his eyes and watched him buy two hot dogs in front of the hot dog stand. When he returned, he was suddenly caught by a middle-aged white woman carrying a bag.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, please don't get so close to a nigger. Those bastard policemen with the same color as you will think I'm holding you hostage." Smith wanted to get away, but he couldn't get away.
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith, my son is a loyal fan of yours. He has watched every single you sang in every movie and more than ten times! He really likes it. Can you give him an autograph?"
The white woman excitedly opened her satchel, found a notepad and a wallet and gave it to Smith.
"Oh God, I'm so lucky. I came right after work but they said you were already in. I didn't expect to see you here..."
"...You're so lucky, uh...I mean, it's my honor." Smith coughed a few times, changed his street accent, thought about how to write his signature, finished it in a strange way, and returned the notebook to her.
"Please say hello to your child for me. Oh, and this pen."
"Thank you so much, I will definitely tell Tony about this..." The white woman grabbed Smith's hand and shook it, then let go and prepared to go home and tell her children what happened today.
"Wait a minute." Smith suddenly stopped her, rubbed his fingers and hinted: "You don't want to get an autograph from a big star for free without paying anything, do you?"
The white woman seemed stunned, and asked as if she hadn't woken up for a long time: "How much do you want..."
"10...50 dollars." Smith quickly changed his words.
10 US dollars is the price of the photo, but that is fake. This is real, even though it is an autograph, it is definitely worth 50 US dollars.
"Okay..." The mother rummaged through her bag, but there was less than $34 including coins.
"I don't bring that much money..." the white woman said awkwardly.
"What's that?" Smith pointed to something shining in the bag under the streetlight.
"Uh...chocolates bought for Tony."
The white woman took out the chocolate and said.
"Plus this." Smith reached out and grabbed it, along with the banknotes and coins that were less than $34.
"Oh...ok." The white woman nodded blankly, turned and left.
Smith came back triumphantly with two hot dogs in his left hand and a handful of change and chocolates in his right hand.
At this time, the players are thinking: There is nothing wrong with letting the fake continue to be fake.
Bang——
The car shook slightly, and Smith, who got into the passenger seat, closed the door with his little finger.
Feeling Rohard looking at him, Smith shouted: "Hey, don't look at me like this, man! I have to prepare for this failure, you can't starve me to death! And this account will only be charged to that impostor."
Feeling that this was a bit pessimistic, Rohard added.
"Of course, this is the closest we've ever come to success. I believe in you, buddy."