Max came to the parking lot across the building, where he could clearly see what was going on in the building's office, and he raced against the clock to try to explain everything to Anne, but it was too difficult; Vincent's footsteps slowly approached Anne in his rapid breath, and he managed to find Anne's office, only to find that Anne was not there at all.

Anne was in the archives on the sixteenth floor at this time, while Vincent was in the office on the fourteenth floor. The house leak happened to rain overnight, and Max's mobile phone ran out of battery, and he completely lost contact. Vincent approached Anne step by step, and Max ran all the way to Anne, the suppressed urgency in the ambiguous/ambiguous light was pushed to the extreme, every step between the flow of light and shadow affected the disorder of the air, even if the expression could not be seen, just a step, a movement, a look, the tension of cat and mouse still hit the chest of every audience between sharp and fast camera switches, the crisp and neat picture was not dragged, and the dazzling and suffocating tension was created, Javier only felt that his brain was completely dead.

But...... Max was still too late.

Vincent found Anne and easily cornered Anne, leaving no life behind, he just had to pull the trigger and complete all the tasks. At the last moment, Vincent finally arrived at the scene and aimed the snatched pistol at Vincent, who was obviously a little surprised, "Max? But after the accident, his face was full of ridicule, "Why? What can you do? ”

Vincent turned his head to look at Anne, but before he could make the next move, the gunshot exploded, Vincent's ear was hit, and a series of brilliant sparks bloomed in the mixed light of peacock blue, cream, yellow, mint and green, like fireworks in full bloom.

Max fired, which is not unexpected; But there is no hesitation, no pause, no hesitation, there is no sign of the "nonsense" at the key moment of the Hollywood genre movie, and the tight rhythm integrates real fear and confrontation into the blood of every audience.

Max took Anne and fled for his life, and Vincent, who was lying in a pool of blood, struggled to his feet, aimed at the two men and kept shooting, only the gunfire burst out in the dim light and shadow, and the sound of broken glass was sonorous in the explosion of the drum. The flickering light blurred the world, as if there were only two people left in the vast world, and the sound of empty footsteps made people panic.

Max and Anne fled to the subway, trying to evade Vincent's search, but Vincent, who was desperately chasing, made an accurate judgment at the last moment and rushed onto the subway, the sense of urgency of the terminator reached the extreme under the bright incandescent lights of the subway, the panic of the white terror began to compress the space, and the sense of loneliness and crisis brought by the empty world was unprecedented.

Max had planned to wait for the subway to arrive and flee with Anne, but Vincent thought of it first, stepped off the train early, and pointed his guns at the empty platform with both hands - they had no chance, and if they did not move, they would become Vincent's prey. They were trapped on the subway.

After the subway resumed, Vincent swaggered and squeezed Max and Anne's living space, pressing forward step by step. Max had no way to retreat, and the steady and powerful footsteps were like Satan's urging sound, louder and clearer, constantly hitting Max's heart.

Javier felt that he was about to lose his breath, and the sound that had been amplified to the extreme hit his eardrums with great force, and the sound that seemed to be slight was now amplified to the extreme by the hazy light that was swarming in all directions like a tide, and it seemed that all the qiē became more and more sensitive.

Max gasped for air, sweat slowly seeping through his forehead, and he heard Vincent's powerful voice come over, "I live on this!" This made Max grit his teeth, and once again he broke the boat, and he stepped out of his hiding place, standing across the door from Vincent, and then he pulled the trigger in his hand. Vincent also pulled the trigger at the same time.

Bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang!

The incandescent lights of the subway car suddenly dimmed, and it fell into chaos, the chaotic gunfire collided in the darkness, sporadic sparks were blooming, accompanied by a period of chaos, both guns ran out of bullets, all the gunshots disappeared, and there was a deathly silence in the air, which slowly spread like a fog.

Dark, quiet, dead silence.

The sound of subway wheels colliding with the rails was accompanied by the turbulent sound of the shaking carriage, but the entire screen was dark, only a faint light flickered on and off at the far end of the horizon, faintly outlining the two confrontational figures, but it was not real.

Javier's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but sit up straight, his back off the back of his chair, as if closer to the screen, he could see more accurately, but he was disappointed, Vincent and Max's bodies were frozen in darkness, motionless, no gunshots, no dialogue, nothing, the unknown ending tormented everyone in the hazy darkness.

Click, the lights of the carriage came on, then it dimmed again, it lit up again, and after fluttering a few times, it finally slowly lit up, and the darkness left the carriage like a low tide. Then he saw Vincent pull out a new magazine from his waist and prepare to replace it, Javier seemed to foresee the end, and couldn't bear to look at it directly, but he was reluctant to close his eyes, so he could only hold his breath and force himself to open his eyes.

Syllable. Vincent's magazine in his hand did not change, but slipped to the floor, he looked down at the magazine on the ground in some astonishment, and then slowly lowered his right hand holding the gun, closed his eyes in a dazed and tired manner, and sat down in the chair next to him.

Max looked at the missing pistol in his hand, hesitated for a moment, cautiously walked through the car door, and sat down opposite Vincent. The two of them sat face to face, gasping for breath and not saying a word, the tiredness between their eyebrows and eyes invaded, and the lines of their tense shoulders drooped.

Anne walked out cautiously, and stood in the doorway looking at the two men sitting across from her, and the first thing that caught her eye was Vincent's dyed white shirt, and a large mass of blood-colored petals blooming on her chest, as bewitching as a blooming rose; Then there was Max's blood-soaked dark gray T-shirt, a chaotic black nebula that bloomed gently like fireworks, and then fell gorgeously, the lines of the fireworks so real and so unreal.

Javier opened his mouth slightly, completely stunned, he expected Vincent's death, but not Max's end. Looking at the two silent men, Javier felt an unprecedented shock.

Vincent's tightly knit eyebrows slowly loosened, and he closed his eyes slightly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hey, Max." The relieved voice was like a river flowing slowly in the night, quietly and briskly rushing forward, and the loneliness and fragility between the eyebrows were like a wisp of green smoke, curling in the mist.

Max let out a long breath, his shoulders drooped, and he looked up at Anne who was standing next to her—Anne froze in shock at this point, her eyes churning slightly, and she opened her mouth to say something, only to find that no sound came out. Max smiled at Anne, but the shallow smile touched the wound so much that his entire brow furrowed, "Hey, Annie, I kept my promise. He called her, and such a simple sentence made Anne's love start to crumble, as if the whole world was beginning to collapse.

Max's eyes flashed with a hint of relief, and he turned his head to look at Vincent in front of him, at this time Vincent opened his eyes again, and the two of them looked at each other, Max could see the loneliness in Vincent's eyes, like a child running barefoot in the snow, Max blinked, looking like he was sleepy, but he still beat his spirit and said hello, "Hey, Vincent, is this your real name?" After saying that, Max slowly closed his eyes, he was tired, really tired.

The curvature of Vincent's mouth was slightly outlined, but the fatigue between his eyebrows was getting thicker and thicker, and his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, almost unable to open.

The subway is still running wildly on the tracks, the colorful night around is like a series of gorgeous neon following the subway parallel race, the black and oppressive sky is full of darkness, and the sporadic halo seems to be unable to support it at all, but it only makes the night look heavier and richer, suppressing all the light on the ground, and following the subway to the unknown front.

The city, which looks like Los Angeles, but doesn't look like Los Angeles, is like an island isolated between reality and illusion, cold and lonely.

Suddenly, a fragment of the footage came to Javier's mind, "The news says someone died on the subway, and he spent six hours on the subway before his body was found." It was a moment at the beginning of the movie that he thought he had ignored, but it echoed in his mind with great clarity.

Then, the big screen gradually dimmed and the subtitles slowly appeared, "Director, Lancelot Strello", "Screenwriter, Lancelot Strello", "Tom Cruise", "Lancelot Strello......

The movie is over, but the storm in Javier's head has just begun, and the movie is really ...... It's so good that it can't be described as "wonderful" at all. Tom's Performance...... Lance's screenplay...... Scheduling of shots...... Use of light...... Rhythm control zhì...... Excavation of ideas...... Countless thoughts rushed up, making Javier feel like his head was about to explode, as if every idea could be thought deeply, but there was no way to sort it out because he was too thoughtful, and this brainstorming pleasure made Javier painful and happy.

"Once again, Reims has delivered a wonderful work! It's comparable to, or even better than, the City of God! That was the only clear thought in Javier's mind at the moment, and then he realized, "Lancelot! Raising his head suddenly, Javier looked at the slowly rolling subtitles, and stood up directly, not caring about other people's eyes at all, stubbornly and self-agitating his hands, and dedicating his inner respect with his own applause! (To be continued.) )