Airship bar near Santa Monica Beach.

Leaving the WMA headquarters, Matthew Broderick arrived with a group of die-hard friends.

At this time, sitting in the booth on the second floor of the bar overlooking the dance floor below, remembering the events of the last few days, Matthew Broderick became more and more irritable, and suddenly raised his head and poured a full bottle of dark beer.

Losing the role in "The Butterfly Effect", he didn't care too much.

It's nothing more than a slightly better script, and the most important thing Hollywood lacks is a script. If he couldn't kick that kid out of the crew, he would also take the initiative to quit. I'm already a big star, and of course I don't need to work with people I hate, and Spielberg doesn't do that often.

It's just that Matthew Broderick never expected that he would be the one who was kicked out in the end.

If it's just like that, maybe it's just going to be depressed for a while.

Once again, things turned out to be unexpected.

Because of this unfortunate thing for some reason, he not only became the one who was kicked out, but also had to sign a movie contract with Fox at a low price.

$3 million.

After "War Games" three years ago, his salary has reached so much.

Now, "Skipping Class" is so successful at the box office that it can even squeeze into the top 10 of this year's box office charts, but he still has to sign a contract with a salary of only $3 million again.

Damn WMA.

In Norman Broca's office in the afternoon, Matthew Broderick almost turned his face on the spot and fired the other party directly.

However, he still didn't dare to do it.

The contract with WMA is only the most minor, so many people have jumped to CAA in the past six months, and most of them have not completed their contract period. The point is, he knows that if he provokes Norman Broca, he will probably ruin himself.

In this world, the person who knows a celebrity's privacy best is often his agent.

FACK！

Cursing in a low voice, Matthew Broderick managed not to smash the beer bottle into the crowd downstairs, and the pent-up anger in his chest made him almost want to go crazy.

Retracting his gaze to the dance floor downstairs, Matthew Broderick wanted to grab another bottle of wine, but inadvertently noticed the blonde girl whispering in the arms of his best friend Alan Zetler across the ring booth, and suddenly remembered the guy who passed by the WMA headquarters in the afternoon.

It's all because of that damn Butterfly Effect.

It's all because of that kid.

Reaching out to push away a girl attached to him, Matthew Broderick raised his hand towards Christy Swanson on the other side, and then simply got up and walked towards the opposite side.

On the other side of the booth, I saw Matthew Broderick walking over, and everyone else squeezed to the side.

Sitting down between Alan Setler and another close friend, Mark Stein, Matthew Broderick asked Christy Swanson unabashedly, "Christie, don't you know that Simon Westeros?"

Hearing Matthew ask, Mark Stein on his left suddenly leaned over.

The experience on the dance floor in the bar a few days ago made Mark Stein unforgettable, because of the way he struggled at the hands of Simon Westeros at the time, some people have even started to call him 'monkey' recently, this unwitting nickname has made Mark Stein a laughing stock in the eyes of many people.

As Matthew Broderick's sworn friend, Mark Stein is still well aware of the ins and outs of a series of WMA events in recent times.

At this time, hearing Matthew Broderick take the initiative to mention Simon Westeros, he was keenly aware that his revenge might be coming.

is different from ordinary people outside the circle, during this time, many pairs of eyes in Hollywood began to unconsciously begin to pay attention to a teenager named Simon Westeros.

Kristi Swanson is equally aware that Simon is no longer the nobody he was a few weeks ago. However, she didn't think that the other party could be compared with a popular Hollywood student like Matthew.

Hearing Matthew Broderick ask Simon, Christy Swanson didn't even want to mention this person, shook his head and said, "Matthew, I just ran into him by chance that day." All I know is that he probably works at a convenience store on 25th Street in Midtown. ”

Matthew Broderick was a little disappointed.

If Christy Swanson knew where Simon lived, he would have wanted to go over with a bunch of friends at once, clean up that guy, and vent the frustration and irritability in his chest.

Now, that guy made $200,000 with a single script, and it's obviously impossible to work at a convenience store anymore.

Mark Stein noticed Matthew Broderick's lost expression, and immediately said, "Matthew, maybe we can go to that convenience store to have a look, even if he doesn't work there anymore, the rest of the convenience store should know his whereabouts." ”

Matthew Broderick is hesitating again, he is a man who is very afraid of trouble.

Seeing this, Mark Stein continued to pout: "Matthew, these recent things were all made up by Simon Westeros in a script, don't you want to clean up that guy?"

Mark Stein said the end, his tone was obviously a bit gnashing, and his voice couldn't help but be a little louder.

Alan Zetler, who was holding his girlfriend in his arms, heard Mark Stein's words and laughed loudly: "Monkey, you want to clean up that Simon Westeros, right?"

The young people around laughed out loud.

Mark Stein's face flushed, and he pointed at Alan Zetler and said, "How dare you call me a monkey again." ”

Alan Zetler was not stunned at all, raised his eyebrows in the demonstration, and raised his voice: "Monkey!"

Matthew Broderick saw Mark Stein jumping up and was about to pounce on Alan Zetler, grabbed the other party, and said, "Don't make a fuss." ”

Saying this, Matthew Broderick then got up and said, "That's all for today, the women stay, and the men follow me." ”

Hearing the conversation just now, several young people already understood Matthew Broderick's intentions, Mark Stein first jumped up again, and several other young people also got up and walked out with Matthew Broderick.

Christie Swanson, who was left in the booth by her boyfriend, watched the group of boys cheer away, just shrugging indifferently.

It's just a fight.

Or rather, a guy will get a beating.

But it's not a big deal.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Matthew Broderick and his group of six drove two cars from the airship bar and quickly found this convenience store on 25th Street in Midtown.

A young man who had been thinking about how to get Simon Westeros's address from the clerk had just gotten out of the car and could easily distinguish the figure standing behind the cash register behind the glass door of the convenience store.

Confirming the target, Mark Stein, who was in the car behind, immediately ran to the BMW in front of him, knocked on the window, waited for the window to roll down, and said to Matthew Broderick in the co-pilot: "Matthew, shall we go in and drag that guy out?"

Before Matthew Broderick could answer, Alan Sellers, who was in charge of driving, scolded: "You are stupid, you will be regarded as a robbery if you do this, of course you are waiting for that guy to get off work." And, Mark, what the are you doing with a baseball bat, you're going to kill someone. ”

Thinking that he would soon be able to get his revenge and no longer be as familiar with Alan Sellers, Mark Stein waved the baseball bat in his hand and said, "I know how to fight, I don't need you to teach me." ”

There is no shortage of young people who have similar part-time experiences, knowing that 7-Eleven convenience stores will change shifts at 11 a.m.

After spending more than an hour in a hurry, Matthew Broderick and the others drove back to the convenience store, and soon saw Simon Westeros riding a bicycle out of the alley behind the convenience store.

The two cars started at once and quietly followed.

Walking some distance south along 25th Street, Simon Westeros turned straight onto Santa Monica Boulevard, which was still quite lively in the early hours of the morning, and it was clearly not the place to do it.

They continued to follow for a while, until Simon Westeros turned into a narrow street with only a few sparse street lights between residential areas, and the two cars worked together in tacit agreement.

"I'm not going to go," looking at the figure getting closer and closer in front of him, Matthew Broderick thought for a moment, and still cautiously said to a few eager friends in the carriage: "You guys beat him up, and I'll invite everyone to Las Vegas next week." ”

Hearing Matthew Broderick's promise, several young people in the carriage showed excited expressions on their faces.

Immediately, Alan Celert stepped on the brakes, the door opened, and the three youths rushed over like Simon Westeros riding a bicycle in front.

A figure behind the three seemed to be even more impatient, brandishing a baseball bat to outrun the three of them, chasing after Simon Westeros, relentlessly brandishing the baseball bat and slamming it on the back of Simon Westeros' backpack.

Matthew Broderick, who stayed in the car, saw Simon Westeros on the bicycle in front of him being knocked down on the road by Mark Stein, and several other young people immediately cooperated with the tacit understanding to drag the young man on the ground to the alley next to him, a trace of worry flashed in his heart, and then turned into excitement, and even regretted that he didn't go up with him just now.

In the darker alleys, the muffled sound of fists, kicks, and clubs hitting the flesh continued.

The sudden arrival of the baseball bat almost made Simon faint.

The only instinctive consciousness left made Simon curl up and put his hands on the vital part of his head.

This is, what's wrong?

Such a doubt arose in my mind.

Punches and kicks mercilessly, and a thick wooden stick is mixed in.

This is a baseball bat.

Simon faintly distinguished.

But.

It's going to kill you.

Is there really such a big hatred?

The puddle of water seeped into his clothes, and a cold feeling hit him, gradually cooling Simon's consciousness.

In the dim light, Mark Stein's expression was a little hideous, all the humiliation he had suffered these days had been recovered, and seeing the young man lying in the sewage had no power to resist at all, Mark Stein even felt a little lonely as a master.

Boy, you have the ability to get up again!

With a shout in his heart, Mark Stein's baseball bat swung at Simon again, this time aiming at his shoulder, and the dull blow was especially evident in the sound of punches.

Only this time, when Mark Stein habitually wanted to lift the baseball bat again, he found that his hand was suddenly empty.

Immediately afterward, a distinct sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded in the scattered kicking sounds.

Buzz –

Click!

There was a clear sound of bones shattering.

One of the young men besieging Simon then fell to the ground, clutching one of his legs and screaming, even crying in his voice.

"Ah, my leg, aha, leg, my leg is broken. ”

The sudden change made the other four people stunned.

Mark Stein was the first to react, pounced directly on Simon on the ground, and shouted, "He snatched my baseball bat." ”

The broken leg of one companion apparently did not frighten the other four, but instead aroused the ferocity of the youths.

So, at the reminder of Mark Stein, three other people also pounced.

"Hold him, hold him!"

"Grab the baseball bat first. ”

Buzz –

Click!

Another young man then fell.

"I've held you down, legs, call for an ambulance, I want an ambulance. ”

"Shut up and stop howling. ”

"Shoot him. ”

In the narrow alley, three youths were still besieging the young man trying to get up from the ground, one pressing his body, one punching and kicking, and the last trying to snatch back the baseball bat from his hand.

Once again, trying to get up to no avail, Simon decisively gave up the baseball bat in his hand that he couldn't use, squinted at Mark Stein, who was pressing on him, and suddenly charged his strength, and a fierce elbow hit the opponent's side face.

Mark Stein felt as if a hammer had struck him in the face, his head tilted, and he spat out a few bloodied teeth. 、

Seeing Mark Stein also fall to the ground and howl miserably, the remaining two young men finally developed a trace of fear.

Simon didn't give them any hesitation, and without the constraints of Mark Stein, he easily recaptured the baseball bat again.

Buzz –

Click!

"Don't. ”

Buzz –

Click!

"Ahh ”

Finally stood up.

Simon raised his head, feeling the light in front of him a little red, listening to the words of the young man at his feet, a thought flashed in his mind: murder, this crime is very good.

But.

One, two, three, four.

Oh.

It seems that there is still one missing.

That's not good.

There was footsteps behind him, and Simon turned and chased after him.

The first scream came from the alley, and Matthew Broderick felt that something was wrong, and he could hear that the scream should be his own friend.

Forthwith.

Second tone.

The third tone.

Fourth tone.

Matthew Broderick still felt his hands and feet start to feel cold, and some of the original alcohol was completely gone.

It's just that the clearer the mind, the deeper the fear

The movement was getting louder and louder, the lights of some of the surrounding homes were turned on, and the sound of dogs barking was heard.

Matthew Broderick banged on the car door and wanted to get out of the car to check it out.

In the end, I couldn't muster up the courage.

Perhaps, it's just an illusion of oneself.

Keep your eyes glued to the mouth of the alley not far away, expecting the dead friends to come out of it giggling as usual.

And then.

Sure enough, someone came out.

It's just that Matthew Broderick saw a terrifying scene that he couldn't forget for many years to come.

Mark Stein, half of his face covered in blood, had just appeared at the mouth of the alley, as if he had been hit by a truck, and slammed into the ground not far away.

Then, the 'creature', covered in stains and unable to distinguish whether it was a human or a ghost, carried a baseball bat, followed out silently, silently picked up one of Mark Stein's legs, and dragged Mark Stein into the dark shadows again like a dead dog.

A moment later, a similar scream was heard again.

Death.

Matthew Broderick had such a word in his head.

Before he knew it, his hands and feet were already shaking.

After a moment of brain failure, Matthew Broderick suddenly remembered his situation at this time, fearing that he would be discovered by the other party, trembling and moving to the driver's seat, starting the car, and recklessly fleeing from the place where he was terrified.