Disaster Artist

The audience was completely silent, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing.

The difference is that the crew wanted to laugh, the workers wanted to laugh, and the reporters wanted to laugh too. I'm afraid only the troublemakers couldn't laugh.

It should be a tense atmosphere, but it turned out to be very happy because of Lu Qian's continuous fight. If it weren't for the bright blade still dangling in front of my eyes, I am afraid that the scene would become a talk show studio at this time, laughing. It was very hard.

so…?

The troublemakers are also a little confused: what the **** is going on?

They looked at each other and didn't know how to respond.

The chopper brother finally couldn't bear it anymore, the sense of shame rose all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his flushed cheeks looked like they were about to explode, maybe he felt the gazes of his companions behind him, and the feeling of awning on his back was fierce and stimulating After a while, he couldn't take it any longer.

"what!"

Brother Kitchen Knife was swearing with a bunch of swear words in his mouth, and waving the kitchen knife in his hand rushed towards Lu Qian. If his words were not good enough, he went straight up.

What about Lu Qian?

On the surface, it looks light and light, but in fact, he is fully alert. The muscles hidden under the clothes are completely tense, and he notices that the opponent is rushing up irrationally, his right leg is slightly withdrawn, and he is ready to dodge and fight back. .

However, before Lu Qian had time to play, a figure flashed by his side, a flying kick—

The literal kind.

Guan Zhou flew high in the air, and slammed his hands together towards the chest of the person who came.

boom!

Then you can clearly see that the chopper brother flew out directly, drew a beautiful parabola, and landed heavily in the grass, making a muffled sound.

"The landing is perfect, very!"

Lu Qian's voice came from behind, and the sense of shame immediately doubled. It was obvious that he didn't do anything, but the damage value rushed up.

In an instant, all the troublemakers were on alert, raising their weapons and preparing to rush forward.

At the same time, Hong Jiaban also clenched his fists - those SWAT teams were still carrying heavy weapons, and they all raised them subconsciously.

In order to increase the authenticity, all of them were sent to learn relevant professional knowledge during the pre-work, so at this time, one by one movements looked real guns and live ammunition, so that they completely forgot that their guns were all props, without any Powerful.

But so what?

Anyway, the other party doesn't know.

The dark muzzles were aimed at the troublemakers in unison, so that the full-frontal footsteps all braked suddenly and came to an embarrassing stop.

The scene stiffened again.

In fact, a few of the troublemakers also carried guns, but most of them were cold weapons. At this time, facing the black muzzle of the gun, they immediately shy away, lest the hail of bullets will directly wipe out their entire army, and the fear of life-threatening makes the muscles Stiffened, all movements stopped.

In the atmosphere of chaos and tension, I am afraid that all the people present will forget it for a while. The opposite is an ordinary movie crew. There should be no possibility of equipping a large number of guns, and there is no possibility of launching a large-scale armed fight. Otherwise, it will not be an ordinary crew. That means they don't need to be afraid at all.

But let alone the troublemakers, not even the reporters turned the corner right away.

Everything at the scene really happened too fast, and everyone was still groping for the situation; moreover, the crew was facing potential life-threatening threats, and the reporters also had to face those bright blades and firearms. Passively following the ups and downs of the scene, like a roller coaster.

Even the reporters themselves did not realize that their footsteps had unknowingly come to this side of the crew.

In any case, they are all peers, and they should draw a clear line with the troublemakers in front of them.

buzzing.

The air is boiling.

"You are dead."

Another tattoo brother came out from the back. The tattoos of Zuo Qinglong and the right white tiger looked very mighty, and he seemed to be very satisfied with his "design", so he wore a vest, showing all his arms and holding a baseball bat in his right hand. , but less threatening than a sharp edge.

However, Brother Tattoo was still throwing his guard against rats, hesitant in his footsteps, and kept looking at Brother Kitchen Knife on the ground with his eyes, trying to confirm the opponent's condition.

Brother Kitchen Knife's chest was severely hit, and he almost couldn't breathe in one breath. At this time, he covered his chest and curled up like a shrimp on the ground. He didn't speak for a long time, but judging from his movements, his consciousness should still be clear.

Brother Tattoo raised his head again and looked at Guan Zhou, who was posing, and then at Lu Qian, who was calm and calm. He didn't understand—

Obviously they came to make trouble, but why are they the ones who seem to be in a state of embarrassment now?

thing, how did it happen?

Brother Tattoo didn't want to understand, didn't even realize it, and his voice trembled slightly.

"You are dead."

The same words were repeated over and over again, and even the harsh words were not enough. Lu Qian really wanted to teach him "ruthless words".

"We belong to Bailiantang. In Bundang, no one can disobey us."

"No matter what crew is filming here, all of them must come to worship the mountain. With our permission, you can turn on the camera. Didn't anyone tell you that this is the basic rule of the Tao?"

Although his voice was trembling, no matter what, he finally spoke clearly.

Lu Qian pursed his lips: Ji Xu should have inquired about these things, he has never heard of them anyway.

Although Lu Qian was very curious about whether the film crew of the next-door Magic Films and Tianshan Films had worshipped the mountains, there was an even more curious question at this time.

"Are you really called White Lotus Hall?"

Tattoo guy:…

Hong Yuanhe: …

The surrounding staff and reporters all turned their attention to Lu Qian, wanting to open Lu Qian's head to see, what is going on in this circuit?

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Brother Tattoo also noticed the sarcasm in Lu Qian's words, and his expression changed, but he still maintained a little sanity and was not surrounded by Lu Qian.

"It's not important. What's important is that you are not allowed to shoot before worshiping the mountain. You can only start the camera after you get permission. This is our purpose today."

Lu Qian nodded slightly, as if he finally understood the seriousness of the matter, and fell into deep thought, which made Brother Tattoo relaxed a little—

In any case, their names are still somewhat useful after all, and the situation seems to be under control now.

Lu Qian's eyes glanced at the troublemakers on the opposite side, capturing the expressions on those faces, and his mind was secretly judging, if the balance of confrontation is broken at this time, what is the most likely situation; and how to break the balance, can effectively reduce the risk?

Baishan?

I don't know what other people think, but Lu Qian doesn't believe it anyway.

There are too many suspicious points, one, two or three... It's almost like a sieve, which is why Lu Qian was a little flustered at the beginning but quickly gained a firm footing.