Michael Fassbender only felt that there was chaos in his brain, that irrepressible restlessness and madness were always struggling, trying to break free from the restraints, his eyes began to turn red, and his mouth kept babbling, "I live, I die, I come back from the dead!" Even though he was half buried in the sand and the fragments of the car were still weighed down on his body, he didn't care at all, as if he had no fear of injury or death, and firmly believed that he was invulnerable, and that even death was only a starting point for embracing a new life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info That kind of fanaticism, fast surging in the blood, is on the verge of exploding!

"Wake up, Michael." The fragments of the door panel on his body were removed, and Michael's vision became clear again, and then he saw the figure that appeared in front of him, "Blood bag!" Witness me, Blood Bag! Michael's fists clenched, his eyes cracked, he struggled hard, and screamed frantically.

Michael saw Max raise his fist, bursting out of his body with a brutal and iron-blooded tough breath, even the hot breath from his nose was filled with violent male hormones, and he could even see torn muscles, protruding green tendons, and turbulent blood, smashing down like a storm.

Michael screamed excitedly, no dodging, no fear, just watched the fist accelerate down, the pupil began to collapse because of the proximity of the fist, just when the fist was almost smashed on the face, it suddenly retracted its strength, set off a bloody wave of air, penetrated the nose and stabbed directly to the brain, the adrenaline completely exploded, after reaching the extreme, it was like a free fall, falling quickly, the whole body smashed to the ground, and the pain from the back made Michael's mouth open wide, I wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, and the dull pain stimulated my brain to regain consciousness.

Everything and everything is going through is pouring into the brain like a tidal wave.

The gradual clarity of his gaze made Michael realize that it was not Max in front of him, but Lance. He took a sharp and deep breath, but it was so fierce that he began to cough violently, "Lance...... I...... I ......" He tried to speak several times, but he was choked by coughing, and he accidentally broke his breath, but the cough became more and more intense.

Lance patted him on the shoulder, didn't say anything, then turned to look at the crew, beckoned, and in the blink of an eye, the staff flocked to him.

Two days have passed since Lance was thundering on the crew, and the weather in the Namibian desert finally improved, and the wind did not continue, allowing the crew to find a window for filming, but the first attempt after re-entering the filming still failed, because Michael's performance was still not in place, Lance was very dissatisfied, this was their second shooting.

All the scenes should have been until Max snatched the lighting fireworks from Nax's hands, but there was a little accident during the filming, Michael's car hit a small rock, because the speed of the car has been in first gear, the speed is too slow, this bump, actually stalled. Charlize in the back braked unhurriedly and ended up rear-end. Fortunately, everyone kept shooting at a low speed, so there were no major accidents, but Michael and Lance both jumped out of the car as soon as possible to avoid accidents such as engine fires.

Now, the staff rushed over with fire extinguishers to put the finishing touches on the accident.

Michael looked at Lance's back, his eyes flashing with incredible fanaticism, not Nax's, but not far off. Before this shoot just now, Lance told him that during the performance, pay more attention to the rhythm of the performance, don't be too anxious, and the whole performance will explode naturally. Michael didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but after he went into filming, he really understood that the whole rhythm of his performance was substituted into the world of Reims.

A look, a movement, no other superfluous embellishments at all, Michael can feel from the depths of his soul that this is Max, and more importantly, the urgency of survival and the sharpness of the crisis that burst out of Max's body not only brought out the recklessness and defeat of the end of the wasteland, but also brought out the precipitousness of the chase in the sandstorm, and the powerful performance aura unconsciously created the entire performance scene, which made Michael enter the state of performance almost effortlessly- No, to be more precise, Michael's entire performance rhythm is led by Lance. This kind of skill, like a god descending.

He could feel the rush of adrenaline in his blood, so much so that he grabbed the steering wheel and looked around excitedly like an ADHD child; He could feel the desperate frenzy in his brain, so desperate that he wanted to destroy himself and die together; He can even feel paranoia, blindness, and madness in the depths of his soul to the point that he truly believes that death can bring eternal life.

The hot blood still hadn't cooled down, and Michael breathed heavily, "I live, I die, I will come back from the dead", the phrase was like a spell, constantly echoing in his mind, as if he couldn't get rid of it at all. This is the first time since Michael became an actor that he has truly felt this kind of situation of being deeply trapped in a role.

He knew that this magical and mysterious realm had only appeared because of Lance, but the problem was that in retrospect now, he couldn't remember how Lance performed at all, and all that was in his mind was Max's sharp and alert eyes, and the rest was a blank slate, and even his own performance just now was covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't see the truth in a hazy way.

Michael stood up abruptly, looked left and right, he wanted to watch the replay - regardless of whether Lance, as the director, nodded or not, but as an actor, Michael needed to watch it again, watch it seriously, he needed to see the truth of the matter.

Albert walked up, followed by the crew's resident doctor, who gave Michael a brief check-up and made sure he was okay before letting him go. Then Charlize and Lance also walked back one after another, and the doctor hurriedly stepped forward.

Emma's gaze remained on Lance, looking at the doctor worriedly, hoping only that the doctor would declare Lance okay. But in a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of Michael, grabbed him, didn't speak, and focused on Lance intently, Michael wanted to leave, but Emma didn't let go, and waited until the doctor nodded and confirmed that Lance was okay, then he retracted his gaze, "Michael, how was Lance's performance just now?" ”

She hadn't had the chance to be alone with Lance since that night. Because Lance overturned all the shooting plans, reset the shooting route and method, and experimented with the on-site special effects team for a whole day, there was almost no gap left. Standing next to her, Emma could feel that Lance had regained his focus, and that irritability had disappeared, as if he had returned to Lance when he was filming in "Sin City" and "Hard Candy", and the smooth progress of the work and the undivided crew were the best proof of this.

However, Emma is still a little worried, she wants to know the real situation of Lance.

"God, Lance is amazing!" Michael realized that if he wanted to watch the replay, he still had to wait for Lance, so there was no hurry, his face was full of excitement, and he waved his hands with great excitement, "You will never believe what I just went through, as if everything fell into a blank, the whole performance was incorporated into the rhythm of Lance, everything fell into place, there was no need to think at all, the performance came naturally, and until now, I have not come out of this scene." ”

Michael does look a lot like Nax, every cell is burning like a flame, his feet, his hands, his facial expressions, there is no place to be quiet, "Lance is a genius, he's a genius through and through, eyes, he can do all the acting with just a look, Emma, do you know what that means?" It's even more exciting than 'fruit hard candy'! God, I can't wait, I want to see the replay! You'll be blown away by Reims' performance......"

Michael was still babbling, every detail of his expression showing his excitement, but Emma had already turned to look at Lance.

Lance is still calm and calm, as if the previous collapse and chaos have never occurred, and the stability and composure of the overall situation have put the entire crew back on track. Emma doesn't know what Lance has been through, but she does know that Lance has regained his confidence and the situation is once again under control. Maybe, maybe, probably, or...... She also helped a little bit that night, and even if she didn't, she could feel the warmth and happiness flowing in her heart at this time. The distance between her and Lance seemed to be farther away, but it seemed to be closer, the kind of nervous excitement and anticipation fluttering in her chest, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but be lightly outlined.

As if sensing her gaze, Lance raised his head and looked, and the eyes of the two collided in the air, Emma smiled and waved hello, but Lance was expressionless, and then withdrew his gaze and walked in the direction of the monitor with Charlleze.

There was no response, but Emma's mood was on the rise. If Lance is now back to his former gentlemanly appearance, as he did with Jessica, as if nothing had happened between them, then Emma will be truly lost; But now, now Lance doesn't have that calmness and chic, and the subtle changes in his mood seem to bring out ripples in his heart. Emma bit her lower lip tightly, but the smile was still uncontrollably raised, light and wonderful.

"Albert, get ready to start the replay." Lance's voice came, drawing the attention of everyone in the crew. (To be continued.) )