The setting sun turned the whole desert red, and the camp was silent, except for the occasional sound of the wind, and no other movement could be heard, as if they had all fallen asleep.

Brown Williams doesn't see it that way, and the camp is quiet now, and that's because the crew hasn't returned from the set yet.

Following the passage left between the trailers, he slipped back and hid next to the front of a car, and looked ahead to see a young man with glasses sneaking around, as if looking for Matthew's traces.

Diagonally across from another trailer, Brown Williams saw John, who was looking this way.

He made two tactical gestures to John, and the two quickly approached the target under the cover of the inter-camp trailer.

"Where did you go?"

The bespectacled young man muttered as he looked around, "Why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?"

Soon after Matthew got out of the trailer, he had his eyes on him and followed him all the way here, only to suddenly lose his goal.

"Did you find out?"

The thought came to mind, but the young man with the eyes said to himself, "I'm a Matthew Horner fan, wouldn't it be better if I was discovered?"

Just thinking of this, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and immediately looked back, a strong bodyguard had already pounced, and at the moment of his surprise, two big hands suddenly stretched out from behind him, clamped his hands tightly, and twisted them behind his back.

A sharp pain came, and the bespectacled young man fell to his knees and shouted, "It hurts!"

Brown Williams grabbed the young man's arm, feeling a little strange, this man didn't seem to have any resistance at all.

But he didn't let his guard down, asking, "Who are you, and why are you tracking?"

"I ...... Ah......" The eyed young man screamed and cried out again, "It hurts me!

Just across from the young man, John stood at a good distance, his hand behind his waist, ready to draw his gun and shoot at any moment.

Brown Williams saw John and slightly reduced the force in his hand, "Say!"

The young man with the eyes felt a little better than he had broken as he had just done, so he stopped screaming and said, "I said, I said, I'm Max Weir, a movie fan! I'm here to get Matthew to sign it!"

Hearing this, Brown Williams frowned and said, "Show proof!"

"I came here with a lot of fans!" Max Weir hurriedly said, "They went to the set, I didn't go, I just went into the crew camp, I wanted to take a photo with Matthew to commemorate it!"

After saying this, Max Weir saw that Brown Williams did not react, and said, "I am an associate director of a fan association in Matthew's North Hollywood area of Los Angeles, and I am known to Phyllis Beretta and many people on the support site. ”

He could tell that these two were supposed to be Matthew's bodyguards.

Five minutes later, Matthew spun from the back of the trailer and the crew's security personnel rushed over, and then he saw the young man standing between John and Brown Williams.

Several of the crew's security guards went over and surrounded the bespectacled young man, and Brown Williams walked over, leaned into Matthew's ear, and whispered, "This guy's called Max Weir, the vice president of the North Hollywood Association, and I've proven it through Bella Anderson." ”

"Didn't hurt him, did you?" asked Matthew.

Brown Williams shook his head, "No, it was easy to subdue him." ”

Matthew couldn't help but look at the bespectacled young man, who was in his early twenties, and his appearance was very ordinary, the kind that he couldn't easily find if thrown into the crowd, but his arms seemed to be a little long.

In ordinary people, the arms hang down, that is, fall below the crotch, but the arms of this person fall naturally, but they are close to the knees, like a gibbon.

Although it is not good to describe his fans in this way, Matthew couldn't think of other suitable words for a while, and in addition to his long arms, this person's palms are also unusually wide, especially for his relatively thin figure.

There is always a difference in people's appearance, not everyone can look as good as him, and it is impossible for everyone to have Jason Statham's prosperous beauty, Matthew just glanced at it casually and didn't care too much.

After all, there are countless strange-looking people in this world.

Now that Brown Williams is sure that the other side is not in danger, Matthew has also walked over, and he has always been generous and friendly when it comes to treating his fans.

Seeing Matthew coming, Max Weir was pleasantly surprised.

Matthew came into the circle surrounded by the security guards and offered to extend his hand, "Hello, Max. ”

Max Weir's face was full of excitement, and he quickly shook Matthew's hand, "Hello! Hello! Good afternoon!...... No, good evening, Matthew!"

He was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and one hand held Matthew's hand tightly, and he kept dangling it.

Matthew smiled, "I apologize to you for what just happened. ”

"No, ......no," Max Weir was still holding Matthew's hand and dangling it, "I was too reckless to break into the crew's camp." ”

Matthew's hand dangled with the other party, and suddenly it felt like Max Weir's hands were rough, as if they were like him, with a lot of calluses.

"I heard you want me to sign a picture?" asked Matthew.

Max Weir nodded busily, "yes!" he said with an embarrassed smile, "Originally, we agreed to go to the set together today to watch you shoot, but I changed my mind temporarily...... Matthew, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. ”

"It doesn't matter. Matthew gestured to his hand, "Can you let go?"

He was supposed to shake hands politely with Max Weir, but the other party grabbed his hand and held on, and it didn't feel good at all to be held by a man and dangled around.

Max Weir quickly let go of his hand, said sorry again, and asked, "I...... Can I still take a picture with you?"

"Absolutely. Matthew turned to Brown Williams and then said to Max Weir, "You wait a minute." ”

Soon, a photographer from the crew came over with a Polaroid camera and took a group photo of Matthew and Max Weir.

When the photo came out, Matthew signed his name on the back of the photo and said a few words to Max Weir, who was escorted by security personnel and prepared to leave the crew camp.

Following the two security guards, Max Weir walked through the corridor of the towing workshop towards the outside of the camp, and after some distance, he glanced back at the place where the original group photo was taken, and Matthew Horner had left.

Looking at the group photo in his hand, he was excited again, today's harvest was very rich, not only for the first time to get close to Matthew, but also to get his group photo.

It's something he's ever dreamed of.

But it's a pity......

From the moment he held Matthew's hand until he walked out of the crew camp, Max Weir was always excited, but he couldn't help but have a trace of regret in his heart, why didn't Matthew Horner take pictures with him in his underwear?

It would be nice if that were the case.

In the camp of the crew, as the crew returned, it gradually became lively, the sky gradually became dark, the roar of the generator sounded faintly, and all kinds of high-power lighting equipment were lit one after another.

Although Max Weir's accident occurred in the middle and caused a lot of delay, Matthew did not change his original intention and continued to walk towards Carolina Kokuva's trailer.

Coming to the trailer, he knocked on the door, and Carolina Kokuva's female assistant came over to open the door, and after seeing Matthew, she turned back to Karolina Kokuva inside and left the trailer.

Matthew got into the trailer alone, saw Carolina Kokuva half-lying down, and asked, "I heard you're suffering from heat stroke?"

Karolina Kokuva pursed her lips and said, "I took the medicine today and it's much better." ”

Why did she suffer from heat stroke? She actually knew very well, but she couldn't say anything about complaining, because she had promised the other party when she made the deal.

She looked at Matthew, people all over the world had been deceived by him, and under this person's amiable appearance, there was clearly a demon living there.

Having said that, the reason why she dared to make a promise to pay was that she was deceived by this person's good-looking appearance......

But she didn't have a choice, the major brands terminated her contract, and the glamorous life was leaving her, compared to what she was experiencing now, it was the real torture, and it was even more unbearable.

Thinking of the darkness and apathy that followed her obscurity, what Matthew Horner had put on her was nothing at all.

"I went a little too far yesterday. ”

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Matthew casually placed the paper bag on the small table next to him, "KK, I promise, I won't play yesterday's game again." ”

Karolina Kokuva's face was full of grievances, tears almost flowed out, and she was tossed and brought to life in the fiery desert, can she not get sick?

But then she woke up again, and Matthew said that he would not play yesterday's game......

Carolina Kokuva's body trembled slightly, there is still more than half a year before the release, such a long time, who knows what this demon will do?

Looking at the other side, Ma Xian was smiling, this smile was kind and natural, like a spring breeze, but Karolina Kokuva was sure that it was the smile of the devil!

Suddenly, she realized that she shouldn't have taken that million dollars in the first place! Matthew Horner seemed to pay a million dollars happily, but in fact he had been looking for an opportunity to settle accounts with her......

This man loves money more than beautiful women, right?

Matthew tilted his head to look at Karolina Kokuva, "What do you want, KK?" He didn't need the other party to answer, pointed to the paper bag next to him, and said, "This is a magic potion specially prepared by me, it has incredible effects, you remember to use it." ”