In the studio, Martin, who was covered in blood, emerged from behind the abandoned car, jumped up and stepped on the front of the car, picked up a bat with both hands and smashed it down.
On the other side of the car, the head of a prop dummy wearing a wig was smashed, and the ketchup wrapped in it exploded.
Red liquid fell on Martin and landed on a nearby car.
Martin landed firmly and kicked the dummy. Like a super pervert, he picked up the stick and hit the dummy's head twice more.
The last hit in time will never give the pervert a chance to stand up again.
Ajia and Craven are also tired of the two-protagonist plot in traditional American horror films, where they never kill the villain in one go.
Martin's chest rose and fell rapidly. He held the bat in one hand and walked towards a house, wiping the red liquid on his face with his arm as he walked.
Like a warrior with oil paint on his face.
Ajia shouted: "Stop! This one has passed!" He couldn't help but praise: "Martin, you did a great job!"
Martin stopped and stood still.
Ajia, a French guy with a head full of romance, shouted loudly: "Martin Davis, release the beast in your chest!"
Martin had shaken off the scene and replied with a smile: "The whole crew is in danger."
Action director Walter answered: "What, you want to kill us all?"
Martin thought about it: "Why do I think this is a good idea?"
Walter gave him a middle finger: "Because you are a complete pervert."
Martin said seriously: "This way no one will compete with me for the beauty next door."
Walter smiled: "I'm sorry, man, the beauty next door was contracted by the most capable one on the crew."
Martin said seriously: "Yes, the one who can fight the best on the crew is me!"
Others echoed: "Yes, Martin is the best at fighting. Walter, you use your words but your actions are not as good as Martin's."
Walter was unable to refute, he was much shorter and smaller than Martin.
Ajia reminded at this time: "Okay, let's change the scene and prepare for the next scene."
Martin came to the rest area, and the makeup artist immediately came over to touch up his makeup.
A field manager ran from the door of the studio and said a few words in Ajia's ear. Ajia nodded slightly and asked the field manager to reply while he continued his work.
Craven came in through the door with five or six people. They did not get close to the set and watched from a distance.
Martin turned his head and glanced around, recognizing the creative staff of the crew next door.
He saw director Ken Karpis, producer Brad Erisman, and blond actress Blake Lively.
The rest were strangers.
Martin ignored them and reentered the set.
There was blood on his face, head and body, like a hell demon coming to harvest the lives of the human world.
In front of the camera, Martin smashed another dummy's head, picked up a rusty knife on the ground, hid behind a house, waited for another perverted demon to pass by, stepped out and strangled him, and stabbed the stuntman in the chest with the prop knife. The fake blood bag installed on his abdomen spurted out blood.
Last hit!
He pulled out the knife and stabbed him repeatedly.
Blood gushes out like a fountain.
Ajia stopped again and praised: "Martin, good job, you are a born killer."
Martin turned back, picked up the red-stained bat with one hand, and held the fake knife tightly with the other hand. His blood-stained face suddenly broke into a smile, revealing two rows of white teeth.
This image is like a perverted serial killer or the most evil version of the Joker from DC Comics, which makes people shudder.
The loudspeaker in Ajia's hand hit the director's chair.
In the distance, Ken Capis asked: "Is this Martin Davis? The image and temperament are so different."
"He's a great actor and can handle a lot of different types of roles," Craven said.
Black responded: "I know him and have spoken to him. If Uncle Capiz hadn't said it, I wouldn't have believed it was Martin."
She had met Martin several times and talked to him in the lobby on the first floor of WMA. She felt that Martin was sunny, handsome, affable, and well-spoken.
Anyway, it looks good.
The contrast between the current image and temperament is too great.
"He's playing a completely different character on my side of the cast," Karpis said.
Today's shooting was over, and Martin went to the dressing room to take a shower and change clothes.
When they came out, Bruce, who was waiting at the door, said, "They are discussing and asked you to come over and have a chat."
Martin saw the people sitting in the rest area and greeted them one by one after passing by.
Capiz looked at Martin in ordinary clothes and said with a smile: "This is the sunny and handsome football coach."
Martin opened a chair and sat down and said: "I belong to the sunshine, and darkness is the setting of the character."
Ajia and Craven laughed.
Karpis turned to the topic: "The ending setting of your drama is similar to the revenge mode of "I Spit on Your Grave"?"
Ajia said: "Yes, those perverted murderers almost killed the male protagonist's family and robbed his child. The male protagonist wants revenge and saves the child. His burning flame of revenge will burn out all the perverts. "
"Sounds interesting," Karpis said.
"Strictly speaking, this is a horror and action drama." Craven and Ajia were somewhat influenced by Martin during the creative process: "The depression in the first half of the film is all preparation for the explosion later. The protagonist He will also use massacre to complete his revenge."
Martin added: "Purely commercial and enjoyable film."
Brad, the producer of Jeans, said: "This may provide a new idea to make plasma films break away from the old model of monsters killing normal people."
Craven, the godfather of modern horror films, said: "Normal people have been tortured and killed in plasma films for too long. It's time for a hearty fight back. Films like "Scream" and "The Turn" are humankind's fight back. He seems very powerless and only survives by luck.”
The two sides chatted about the movie for a while, and Martin glanced at Ajia next to him.
There is no doubt about the tacit understanding between the old pervert and the old pervert. Ajia automatically changed the topic: "Ken, Brad, our two crews are right next to each other. It is also a kind of fate. I have a suggestion. During the weekend break, Let’s have a social party together?”
How can there be no party in Hollywood? Brad, the producer, responded immediately: "No problem, we will have a beach party."
Craven nodded frequently: "Yes, you can even go for a swim in the sea if you like."
Sure enough, the perverts' tacit understanding is as high as 100%.
Next door, a football training camp is being filmed, and at least dozens of young actresses will come.
The old pervert changed his position and prepared to go to the beach to discuss how to make the party exciting.
Blake quietly followed behind and looked at Martin, who was holding his pockets with his hands. This man looked so evil and vicious when he was filming, but now he looks so sunny and handsome.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, and he seemed to be glowing.
Young Blake seemed to see Jack on the big ship, quietly approached Martin, and said: "Hello, Martin, I am Blake, do you remember me? We have met several times at WMA."
Martin responded: "Of course I remember, you asked me about the results of the audition."
Blake found the topic and added: "My brother Eric auditioned for the same role as you, but was rejected by the director. He was unwilling to give in and always wanted to ask for details, so I had to ask you to find out."
"I didn't get the part either," Martin said.
Blake understood why and praised: "It shows that you are a principled person."
Martin turned to look at her: "Yes, although I am an actor, I have principles and bottom lines."
The soft light shone on the side of Martin's face, and Blake, a handsome man, cast his eyes on it and found it difficult to look away, murmuring: "You are so handsome!"
She was a cheerleader at school and was bold enough to say, "Martin, I've never met anyone as good-looking as you before."
"Thank you." Martin said politely: "You are also a great beauty."
Blake spoke to Martin in a low voice. She was not only a showgirl, but also had a lot of thoughts.
The old perverts in front of me have decided that the two crews will join forces to hold a large swimsuit party over the weekend.
The fee is on an AA basis, with each crew paying half.
Later, Martin declined Blake's invitation and returned to the hotel to make a video call with Louise and Kelly.
During this period, Kelly mentioned a piece of news. There was no news about the package mailed back to Atlanta.
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After the summer vacation, Lily Carter, who went to a nearby city to sell stars with her brother Harris, finally returned to the Clayton community.
Nani, who was running a shop at the door, stopped Lily again and told her there was a package.
Lily took the express mail home and looked at the mailing address. It was mailed by that idiot Martin again.
Sitting on the sofa, I took out the wallpaper knife and opened it. Inside the box was a set of exquisite carving tools.
"Is that idiot satisfied with the gift I sent?" Lily naturally had this thought: "So, he gave me a set of carving tools?"
There were still bison horns, so Lily ran to the storage room and dug them out, flexing her wrists and fingers, ready to try out the new tool.
Lily made a few new toys and was confident that they could be made exquisitely.
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In the hotel gym, Mike Vogel from the Jeans crew is doing strength training.
After the script meeting and all the rehearsals, he will go to Greece with the crew.
A stage manager from the production crew came over.
Vogel took the initiative to walk towards a deserted place, waited for others to catch up, and asked: "Rick, how is your inquiring?"
Rick said: "The crew next door is filming normally. Martin Davis is the male lead. This afternoon, the director and producer, as well as Blake and others, went to visit the crew next door."
Vogel came to the rest area and sat down: "What's so special?"
Rick got a lot of information from him: "I asked my colleagues next door. Martin was filming an action scene. In the afternoon, many people praised him as the best one on the crew."
Hearing the last sentence, Vogel raised his eyebrows: "The best?"
Rick said: "Yes, many people in the crew next door have heard it more than once. Once Martin gets excited or drinks, he will brag that he is the best fighter and the number one person in Atlanta."
Vogel analyzed: "The little guy is lucky, wins a few auditions, starts to be arrogant, and gets easily carried away when he gets excited?"
Rick added, "We have a joint party with the club next door on the weekend, a beach swimsuit party."
Chapter 2 will be a little later
(End of chapter)
