American Fame and Fortune Chapter 381

Chapter 381 A double blow to the mind and body

Hearing Scott's words, Bell subconsciously tightened his buttocks and glanced at the strange-looking pink kettle, feeling both frightened and angry.

Thinking about the few times we have met in the past few days, he has drunk 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 it are very serious.

It is better to be a troublemaker yourself than to be used as a troublemaker by others!

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

 "Martin Davis!" He hated it extremely: "You are not a human being when you step on a horse!"

Scott thought of his daughters and said, "That's a **** of a bastard!"

 Bell had a feeling that Scott was telling the truth and asked: "Why are you telling me this."

Scott crossed his legs and took a few steps: "Did you see me? This is the serious consequence of being with Sophia!" What he said was all the truth: "How do you think Sophia knows me?"

Bale 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 had been harmed worse 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 become like me."

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

At this moment, he doesn't look like Batman, but looks like an angry Superman.

"Be careful. I'm just reminding you because you and Martin are not getting along." Scott crossed his legs and walked away.

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

 "Martin Davis!" Bell has never hated a person as much as he does now.

 At this moment, there is only Martin in his eyes, heart, and mind, and there is no room for anything else!

 Martin takes over Bell's whole heart!

Bell strode towards the studio to find his current one and only.

That clown, that clown who causes chaos!

 He wants to seek justice from the clown and end all the chaos on the set.

 Just like Batman did to the Joker.

The door of the studio was open, and Bell strode in. With a quick glance, he saw the 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 reminded Martin.

 Martin turned to look at Bell, with an endless crazy **** smile on his pale face.

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

 Bell suffered from mental torture for several months. Coupled with the environment and atmosphere of 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, Batman's mortal enemy.

Bruce put one hand inside his coat and stared at Bell closely.

His feet quietly pushed forward, and the plastic basket containing the iced Coke moved a little further to the route he had judged in advance.

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

Emma Thomas next to her said: "Bale seems to be in a bad mood."

 Nolan had a much better sense of smell on the set than Emma Thomas, and he realized that something was going on.

 As a new-school director with outstanding abilities, Nolan is both calm and calm, but also bold and adventurous.

He stopped Emma Thomas from speaking, moved to sit behind the nearby director's camera, started the camera as quickly as possible, and the camera turned to the rest area where Martin was.

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

The screenwriter, whose sense of smell was honed, floated over like a ghost and asked proactively: "Director?"

 Nolan is controlling the camera: “Watch first.”

 The screenwriter is no longer speaking out.

Nolan brought a loudspeaker over, so that if things went too far, he could speak out to stop it.

 Emma Thomas got up and called Mene and other close associates. When her husband wanted to control the situation, he took control of the situation as soon as possible.

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

Martin laughed wantonly and crazily, as if he was too deeply involved in the play and has not yet escaped. His words were also the lines of a clown: "Why are you so serious?"

If these words and appearance fall into the ears and eyes of the surrounding people, 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 for the crew this time was reserved for director Nolan who deliberately interrupted filming when he saw Martin was too involved in the scene.

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

 Martin faced Bale, as if the real clown was alive, opening his blood-red lips and using the improvisation he often used during filming in recent days.

“Bang—” This slight sound that imitated an explosion ignited Bell's tense nerves. Driven by the faint illusion of tearing coming from below, he roared: “Go to hell, you bastard!”

Bell rushed toward Martin with his fists.

 Two strong men, over 1.8 meters tall, collided like the Titanic and an iceberg, falling in love and killing each other like Jack and the Silk.

Martin roared in pain, took a few steps back, and let out a scream of laughter: "Ah...ha..."

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

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

Bell is going to crook the nose of this murderer who keeps causing chaos and blow out his eyes...

 But his fist failed!

Since Bell made a move first and shouted to kill him, a kind and good man like Martin would certainly not let others slaughter him.

I have filmed many action scenes with Bale, 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 power and speed.

He lowered his body to avoid Bell's fist, punched quickly with standard boxing movements, and hit Bell's soft ribs with a thud.

Bell was suddenly short of breath, but the back fist still came down with inertia.

Martin raised his shoulder, and Bell's fist hit his shoulder, which had lost much power.

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

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

 Compared to Bruce, who sparres with Martin on a daily basis, Bell is much different.

He felt as if he had been hit by a car, something flew out of his mouth, and he froze for a moment.

Martin connected the ball very quickly and kicked out, hitting Bell's abdomen. Bell let out a strange scream, his nose and tears flowed down, he fell to his knees, and then lay flat on the ground.

But Bell didn't give up yet. The severe pain in his body drove him crazy: “Asshole, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!”

Martin didn't stop for a moment and pounced on her, just like a pervert pounced on a beautiful woman.

He pressed Bell's neck with one hand, glanced at his leaky teeth, grabbed the plastic bottle of Coke in the plastic basket next to him, and laughed wildly: "You want to kill me? Batman, where is your no-kill principle! "

Seeing Martin grab the Coke, Nolan remembered the names of the Coke Master and the Coke God of War, and quickly went to get the loudspeaker: "Stop! Stop it!"

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

Martin swung a plastic bottle of Coke and hit Bell on the head with a bang. The plastic bottle exploded and the Coke exploded all over Bell's head and face.

Emma Thomas quickly called for someone to pull them apart.

 The nearest extras were indifferent.

 They are all from Atlanta.

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

Coke hit Bell on the head with the wind blowing.

There was a loud bang, and Bell's head and face were covered with bubbles and water foam.

 Martin picked up the third bottle of Coke and started swiping it.

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

 “No…” Bell shouted: “No!”

The Coke bottle banged on the floor in front of Bell's body, and the violent Coke wet Bell's legs.

Bell's vitals went cold, and he felt another shock. The injured stress response attacked, making him curl up as much as possible, like a cooked prawn.

 Martin picked up another bottle, but smashed it down more slowly.

Only those who have been injured in that place will understand the horror of that kind of injury. Bell was extremely frightened: "No! No! Please..."

 The Coke dropped and exploded again, and Bell panicked: "Please, please!"

The crew's security rushed over, and Bruce was one step ahead of them, running up to Martin, grabbing his arm, and dragging Martin toward him.

 “Okay!” He hugged Martin: “No one can hurt you!”

 Martin responded with a maniacal smile and said the Joker's lines: "I just want to see chaos and destruction! 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 am not the murderer, the real murderer is him!"

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

Several security personnel tried to help Bell up, but Bell started kicking and beating him, and kept shouting: "No! 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!"

Melon eaters are eating melons to their heart's content. Today's melons are so sweet and delicious.

 A perpetrator, a protagonist who is extremely unpopular among the crew, and a murderer who yells that he wants to kill Martin, seems abnormal.

 (End of this chapter)

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