The red color of the plasma and explosion on the screen seems to have penetrated the barrier of the fourth dimension, reflecting the entire screening hall in red, everyone is bathed in blood, and the sight, pores, and skin are stained with blood and dust, and the immersive realism spreads the tragic and tragic atmosphere, and the tenfold slowed down lens perfectly presents the process of the car falling apart, the cliff falling apart, and the explosion vigorously, in a trance, It's reminiscent of what Michael Bay does best, but there's much more to Lance's shots than that. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tears slipped silently, and Edward raised his right hand in some embarrassment, wiping the marks on his cheeks, the surging emotions rampaging through his chest, but he couldn't find an outlet.

From the moment Ferroza and Max set out on their way home again, the epic battle caused the adrenaline to explode to death and serious injuries that befell everyone without exception, the fragility of life without any mercy in the colorful shots, to the heroism of unity and the determination to die together, even Cheetos stepped forward and finally to the frenzy pushed by Nax to the extreme, which brought the battle to an end.

Nax finally ran to Valhalla, he died, he lived, he rose from the dead, and finally, he became the man who dominated the sun.

The ups and downs, ** repeated, and flowing battle scenes lasted for more than fifteen minutes, but there was no respite for a moment, and he slammed into a devastating ending wonderfully, like Icarus flying to the sun, wearing wings and flapping his wings, the strong sunlight melted the sealing wax, but he didn't show that his wings had spread out, but he just hugged the sun happily and expectantly, and sprinted forward without hesitation.

Tears slipped down a second time, and this time, Edward gave up, only to let the warm tears blur his vision, and let the emotions rage in his brain.

A dazzling ray of sunlight on the horizon guided the scarred Gigama to move forward, but the seriously injured Ferrosa was also dying, the strong Ferrosa, the resolute Ferrosa, and the heroic Ferrosa were like fish out of the water, lying on the ground of the carriage unable to breathe, covered with blood stains, and the light in her eyes was dissipating little by little.

"Why is she making such a strange noise?" Cheeto's voice trembled, and Kaipabo's eyes glistened with tears of pain.

"She's sucking air into her chest." One of the few survivors in the tribe spoke, "With each breath, her lungs slowly shrank. Even the salute to the prophet was too much to bear, and he couldn't bear to turn his head. Holding the tribal grandmother's seed box, Daig curled up in a ball, hiding in the corner, his hands tightly crossed, praying silently.

"I see." Max let go of the hands that were gripping Ferosa's right hand, bent down and took a dagger from the toolbox, aiming it at the upper part of Ferosa's waist, "I'm really sorry. After speaking, Max did not hesitate, and directly stabbed the dagger in, Ferosa's pupils suddenly dilated, and her upper body stood upright because of the severe pain, and Daig and Cheedo next to him were already crying.

"I know, I know." Max whispered comfort, but the movement in his hand did not stop, took out the bandage, and handed it to the Prophet, "Wrap the wound and press it firmly." Then Max sat up on Ferrosa's neck, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, like a sunset slowly sliding down the sky, "Hey, it's home." ”

The corners of Ferrosa's mouth hooked slightly, but it slid down weakly.

Aaron heard a low sobbing sound coming from behind him, the tears completely burst, all the light in his vision bloomed, and the pain and despair completely collapsed in Ferrosa's breathless "go home". Max picked up Ferosa and pressed his forehead against hers, only to hear Ferrosa whisper, "Go home." Aaron clenched his fists and bit his lower lip, he didn't even have time to worry about the tear-stained embarrassment on his face, he just avoided giving out any noise and ruining the moment.

"No, no, no, no." Max whispered, his voice trembling invisibly, but he still pressed it hard, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes and then turned into determination, looking at Ferosa who closed her eyes and gradually lost her life, Max shook his head, "She lost too much blood." ”

"The battle drained all her blood." There was also a hint of weeping in the words of the Prophet's tribute, and her eyes stared blankly at Ferosa in front of her, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Hold on, hold on." Max kept repeating, the violently vibrating pupils leaking the panic in his heart, and with the help of Daig, Max penetrated his veins and began to transfuse blood for Ferrosa, "Hold on! Max gently picked up Ferosa's head, helplessly trying to reawaken her, looking at the completely bloodless lips, Max gritted his teeth hard, and the chaos in the depths of his eyes suddenly calmed down, "Max. He whispered.

"Whew." Javier heard a sobbing beside him, as if it was Rex McCann, a reporter for "Variety" magazine, but he didn't dare to look back, lest if he turned his head slightly, tears would slip down his eyes, looking at Max covered in blood on the screen, that iron-blooded Max, that Thorny Max, with a trace of tenderness flowing in his eyes that was enough to melt the world.

"My name is Max."

Javier's tears finally broke the embankment, and in this moment, he saw Max, and even more so Lance. It's just the simplest sentence, but it's better than all the thousands of words in this world, and it completely vents the emotions that are mixed in my heart to the extreme. In this way, Max tried his best to grasp the last glimmer of hope, and held on tightly, and the pain in his pupils, which had become extremely fragile because of the fear of loss, flashed by the bloody sunset.

Max looked down at Ferosa in his hand, trying to say something, but after all, he didn't say anything, and then he saw the corners of Ferosa's mouth tugging slightly, but then he wrinkled in pain, his eyes were still closed, and his voice was soft like a butterfly landing on the petals, "Hey, Max." ”

Javier himself didn't realize it, he couldn't help but clench his hands into fists, raised them and waved them gently, the emotions he was full of couldn't be expressed at all, and he couldn't vent at all, he could only clench his fists and clench them fiercely. He could clearly hear the sound of relief coming from the entire movie theater, and the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe slowly spread in the screening room, as if they had experienced a life-and-death situation.

After slackening, the tears could no longer be supported, and they were completely vented.

Max drove back to the base, and he displayed the body of the undead old Joe in the front of the car, "The undead old Joe is dead!" Then Max kicked the corpse down, and all the residents rushed forward like hungry wolves to dismember the corpse. The deformed sons of the immortal old Joe who remained in the base were also swallowed up by the rebellious people in an instant. The troops remaining at the base were at a loss.

At this moment, Ferosa weakly stepped out of the gigama and stood on the front of the car with Max's help, but she was almost unsteady, and the whole person had to rely on Max's shoulder to avoid the fate of falling. In an instant, the people were boiling, and in the midst of uniform shouts, the army let the gigahorses drive the elevator, and slowly led them to the headquarters on the cliff, and the women who had been imprisoned in the room came out one after another, opened the floodgates, and the whole base entered the carnival moment.

"Ferrosa! Ferosa! Ferosa! ”

In the midst of the earth-shattering shouts, Max jumped off the platform and disappeared into the crowd. Ferosa turned her head and noticed that Max had walked away, and she stared intently at Max's back, Max seemed to notice something, his footsteps stopped, and when he turned around, the eyes of the two men met in the air.

When their eyes met, Max nodded slightly, and Ferosa also nodded slightly, and the trust and tacit understanding were slowly flowing. However, Max's footsteps did not stop, he turned around again and disappeared into the crowd. This time, it will never be seen again.

The big screen slowly darkened, and a line of subtitles appeared, "Where should we go, or should we seek a better version of ourselves in this barren land?" ”

The subtitles disappeared, and suddenly a line of mottled font "bang bang" smashed out, "Mad Max: Fury Road"! The title of the movie did not emerge until this moment, and the strong shock poured into the entire screening hall like a cathartic waterfall.

Silence, silence, silence. Everyone was silent, even the sound of breathing disappeared completely, it is unimaginable, in the entire space shoulder to shoulder, all the audience did not make the slightest sound, the silence but stirred the emotions of the stormy waves, if you didn't experience it personally, no one would believe it at all, silence is more powerful than roaring, silence is more lively than screaming, silence is more profound than dialogue, silence is more turbulent than catharsis. But at this moment, this is the case in the screening hall of the Chinese Theater, the slowly spreading silence expresses all the emotions in the audience's heart, such as shock, excitement, excitement, surprise, surprise, panic, happiness, etc., even in the dark, you can clearly feel the surging emotions colliding violently.

No words, no movements, just enjoy this moment of silence and feel the ultimate experience of the art of film. Until the title of the movie disappears on the big screen, and then a line of subtitles appears, "Director: Lancelot Strello", the handwriting is like a gigahorse and a war mast, full of metallic texture, stained with the decadence of the end of the wasteland, clearly appearing on the big screen, which is like magic, relieving the silence of the scene that is tense to the extreme, boiling to the extreme, but turning into nothingness.

Almost at the same time and at the same pace, everyone gave a standing ovation, and the applause was louder than thunder, more turbulent than the waves, and hotter than the sun, engulfing the entire Chinese theater with a posture of pulling mountains and rivers.

Rumble! Boom Boom! To be continued.