American fame and fortune

Hearing Scott's words, Bell subconsciously clamped his ass, glanced at the peculiar pink kettle, frightened and angry at the same time.

Thinking about the few times we met these days, he drank a lot of wine. If his head gets hot, he will follow Sophia...

It's not that the consequences are serious, but that the problems behind are very serious.

Being treated as a shit-stirring stick by others is better than being a shit-stirring stick yourself!

Bell's chest rose and fell sharply, as if it might explode at any moment.

"Martin Davis!" He hated it very much: "You are still a human being who is riding a horse!"

Thinking of his daughters, Scott said, "That's one hell of a bastard!"

Bell had a feeling Scott was telling the truth and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Scott walked a few steps with his legs crossed: "See me? This is the serious consequence of being with Sophia!" He said the truth: "How do you guess Sophia knew me?"

Bell answered naturally: "Martin Davis?"

Scott sighed: "Martin Davis introduced me to Sophia, and then I have everything I have today."

Bell looked at Scott sympathetically, thinking that this man was worse off by Martin than himself.

Scott came here today to tell the truth: "Martin has a close relationship with Sophia, and he specifically asked Sophia to mess with you. He wants you to look like me."

The sympathy in Bell's eyes was gone, only anger was burning.

At this moment, he is not like Batman, but like an angry Superman.

"Be careful yourself, I'm just reminding you because you don't get along with Martin." Scott walked away with his legs crossed.

That weird walking pattern constantly reminded Bell of what he almost became.

"Martin Davis!" Bell has never hated someone more than he does now.

At this moment, in his eyes, heart, and mind, there is only Martin, and nothing else can be tolerated!

Martin occupied Bell's whole body and mind!

Bell strode toward the studio, looking for his one and only.

The clown, the mess-making clown!

He wants justice from the Joker and an end to all the chaos on set.

Just like Batman did to the Joker.

The door of the studio was open, and Bell strode in. With a glance, he saw a clown in a tattered suit with white paint on his face.

Bell quickened his pace. The successive shocks he received today made him completely let go of the monster locked in his heart.

A huge spiritual force pushed him towards the clown.

Bruce reminds Martin.

Martin turned his head to look at Bell, with an endless and crazy bloody smile on his miserable white face.

Crazy, terrifying, evil, like a nightmare, like an agent of chaos.

Bell suffered mental torture for several months, coupled with the environment and atmosphere in the studio, and the aura of the target character, he had the illusion that he had become Batman.

On the opposite side is the Joker, the sworn enemy of Batman.

One of Bruce's hands was tucked inside his coat, staring at Bell.

He pushed his foot forward quietly, and the plastic basket containing iced coke moved a little to the route he had judged in advance.

Behind the director's monitor, Nolan, who was working, suddenly looked up and saw Bell who was walking towards Martin from the door.

Emma Thomas next to him said: "Bell seems to be in the wrong mood."

Nolan had a much better sense of smell on set than Emma Thomas did, and knew something was going to happen.

As a new director with outstanding ability, Nolan is calm and calm, but also dares to take risks.

He stopped Emma Thomas from making a sound, moved to sit behind the nearby director's camera, turned it on as fast as possible, and the camera turned to the rest area where Martin was.

Bell's role is basically completed, and the rest of the action scenes are all handed over to the action double, which will not affect the normal shooting of the crew.

The screenwriter who had trained his sense of smell floated over like a ghost, and asked, "Director?"

Nolan is manipulating the camera: "Look first."

The screenwriter is silent.

Nolan came over with a loudspeaker, and if things went too far, he could stop them with a voice.

Emma Thomas got up, called Mene and other cronies, and when her husband wanted to control the situation, he took control of the field as soon as possible.

Bell strode over, with red eyes, and shouted sharply, "I'm going to kill you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Martin laughed wantonly and maniacally, as if he was too deep into the scene and hadn't escaped yet, and the words he said were also the lines of the clown: "Why are you so serious?"

These words and this appearance fall into the ears and eyes of the people around me who eat melons, and they will only think that Martin is still deeply trapped in the role and cannot extricate himself.

After all, similar situations have happened too many times in recent days.

Even the rest time of the crew this time was reserved by director Nolan who saw that Martin was too involved in the play, so he deliberately interrupted the filming.

But in Bell's eyes, this is ridicule, ridicule and provocation.

Martin is facing Bell, as if the real clown is alive, parting blood red lips, using the improvisation that has often been used in filming in recent days.

"Boom—"

The slight sound imitating an explosion ignited Bell's tense nerves, and driven by the illusion of tearing faintly coming from below, he roared loudly: "Go to hell, bastard!"

Bell charged towards Martin with fists in hand.

Two strong men with a height of more than 1.8 meters collided like the Titanic and an iceberg, falling in love and killing each other like Jack and shredded meat.

Martin roared in pain, stepped back a few steps, and let out a screaming laugh: "Ah...ha..."

Hearing this crazy laugh, Bell shouted without thinking, "I'm going to kill you bastard!"

He rushed towards Martin again, his fists clenched, his muscles puffed up, and his iron fist hit that extremely disgusting white face!

Bell wants to smash the nose and eyes of this murderer who keeps creating chaos...

But his fist fell short!

Since Bell made the move first and shouted to kill him, of course a kind and good man like Martin would not allow himself to be slaughtered.

I have filmed many action scenes with Bell, and also experienced the scene where Batman beat the Joker with all his strength.

Martin has a good understanding of Bell's punching habits and strength and speed.

He ducked down to dodge Bell's fist, quickly punched out with standard boxing movements, and hit Bell's weakness with a bang.

Bell couldn't breathe for a while, but the back fist still smashed down with inertia.

Martin lifted his shoulder, Bell's fist hit him on the shoulder, and he had lost much strength.

"Ah—" He screamed again, as if completely enraged, he punched out with his back hand.

Bell was interrupted, and subconsciously wanted to parry, but Martin's fist was fast and hard, hitting the side of his face directly.

Compared with Bruce, who trains against Martin every day, Bell is far worse.

He felt like he was hit by a car, something flew out of his mouth, and he froze for a moment.

Martin's connection was super fast. He kicked it out and kicked it on Bell's lower abdomen. Bell let out a strange cry, with snot and tears streaming down together, fell to his knees, and lay flat on the ground again.

But Bell still didn't give up, and the severe pain made him crazy: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Martin didn't stop for a moment, and jumped on it directly, like a pervert throwing a beautiful woman down.

He pressed Bell's neck with one hand, glanced at his teeth that had leaked, grabbed the plastic bottle of Coke in the plastic basket next to him, and laughed wildly: "You want to kill me? Batman, what's your principle of not killing me! "

Seeing Martin grabbing the Coke, Nolan remembered the names of the Coke Master and the Coke God of War, and hurried to get the loudspeaker: "Stop! Stop!"

The voice came out, but the actor went crazy and didn't listen to the words here at all.

Martin picked up the plastic bottle of Coke and slammed it on Bell's head with a bang, the plastic bottle burst, and the Coke exploded all over Bell's head and face.

Emma Thomas hurriedly called for someone to pull them away.

The nearest extras were unmoved.

All of them are from Atlanta.

Martin grabbed the second bottle of Coke and said with a smirk, "You want to kill me? Can you kill me?"

Coke hung the wind and smashed it towards Bell's head.

It exploded with a bang, and Bell's head and face were covered with air bubbles and water foam.

Martin picked up the third Coke and swung it up.

Bell couldn't breathe well, couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't hear clearly. The nerves that had been tortured repeatedly released the power of anger at the moment of breaking, but after the anger and power disappeared, there was endless emptiness, exhaustion and weak.

"No..." Bell shouted, "Don't!"

The Coke bottle slammed onto the floor in front of Bell's vitals, and the exploded Coke wet Bell's legs.

Bell's vitals were cold, and he felt the shock again. The injured stress response broke out, making him curl up as much as possible, like a boiled prawn.

Martin picked up another bottle, but dropped it more slowly.

Only those who have been injured in that place can understand the horror of that kind of injury. Bell was terrified: "Don't! Don't! Please..."

The Coke fell and exploded again, and Bell fell into a panic: "Please, please!"

The crew security rushed over, Bruce was one step ahead of them, ran up to Martin, grabbed his arm, and dragged Martin to his side.

"Okay!" He hugged Martin: "No one can hurt you!"

Martin smiled maniacally, and said the clown's lines: "I just want to see chaos and destruction! Those things that don't kill me will only make me weirder!"

He broke away from Bruce's arm, opened his arms, and said loudly: "See? I'm not the murderer, the real murderer is him!"

The man accused of being the murderer was curled up on the floor like a boiled prawn, his hands tightly covering his vitals, and nervous words kept coming out of his leaky teeth: "Don't hurt me! Please! Don't hurt me!"

Several security personnel wanted to help Bell up, but Bell kicked and beat him, and kept shouting: "Don't! Don't hurt me, please!"

Emma Thomas said quickly: "Bell, it's me, Emma, ​​no one here will hurt you."

Bell pointed at everyone and shouted: "You, and you, are all murderers, all murderers!"

The people who eat melons are eating melons to their heart's content. Today's melons are too sweet and delicious.

A perpetrator, a protagonist who is extremely unpopular in the crew, and a murderer who yells to kill Martin, seem unusual.