The peak acting skills of the actor

Chapter 370 Gotham
In the Hollywood film and television base, in the city street scene, there are tall buildings, heavy traffic, pedestrians and vehicles, wandering around this area again and again.

If you look closely, in many blank areas of the street, green curtains are arranged on the scene one by one. Obviously, these areas are for post-production special effects.

Wen Ziren held the walkie-talkie and said: "Everyone, we will turn it on in five seconds!"

"Received! The camera is ready!" said an executive director and gestured, and the photographers on the ground began to fiddle with the cameras in their hands one by one.

One of them held a remote control and looked up at a drone with a camera in the sky above him.

The drone flew steadily above everyone's heads, and could take pictures from the sky through the lens at any time.

"The actors are fine!" Another executive director nodded at the people around him, each actor understood, and put on the plastic masks that the crew had prepared for them at the same time.

"OK! Got it!" The person in charge of the blasting team put his finger on one of the buttons on the controller of his remote blasting.

A sound of replies came from the walkie-talkie in Wen Ziren's hand, and the executive directors kept replying about the situation in the area they were in charge of.

Wen Ziren nodded immediately after hearing the answer, and then said to the intercom: "Okay everyone! The final countdown!"

five!
Four!
three!
two!
One!

"start!"

Snapped--!
There was a sound of hitting a board, and a drone slowly flew towards a building.

In the picture, the building is dark as a whole, giving people an illusion made of glass. The black glass, under the sunlight, has a sense of calmness and atmosphere.

This building has a high floor, and its opposite is a relatively short floor roof.

Looking at the pictures coming from the various screens, Wen Ziren whispered softly.

"Welcome to - Gotham!"

Bang-!
A sound of cracking sounded, and a glass window on the floor of the building scattered in all directions. The black glass shattered, flowing like a waterfall, falling from a high altitude in an instant.

Inside the building, a man with a gun in his hand wears a funny clown mask on his head.

Obviously, the explosion of the glass just now was done by this person, and there was a muffled sound from the gun held by this person!
call out--!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a metal arrow rope flew out, shooting towards the building opposite the building.

At this moment, on the ground, on the streets of Gotham City, people are busy with each other, a hunched back, motionless figure stands beside the street lamp.

This person didn't move at all, looking at the back, the slightly bent back, standing posture, it seems that there is no difference.

The only thing that catches the eye is the plastic clown mask in his hand, which looks like a toy in the hands of ordinary people, but at this moment it has an inexplicable ferocity that makes people palpitate.

squeak--!
A car stopped in front of the man, and the man put on his mask and got into the car in an instant.

At the same time, two masked people on the other side had already passed the rope and slid to the roof platform of the building on the other side.

Inside the car, there were three people, all wearing masks, no one knew who was who, the car was speeding, and these masked people, the driver and the co-pilot, were chatting with each other.

The driver reminded: "Okay, everyone is here!"

The co-pilot was surprised: "What! Just the three of us?"

"No! There are two more on the roof!"

"There are only five people. Didn't they say that they should be divided into six parts?"

"Hehe, have you forgotten the person who planned this matter? But his share has to go to us, thinking that he doesn't do anything, just want to get money, it's a good idea!"

"Hahaha, I know why he is called a clown, and he does some thankless things!"

"Hahaha, who are you scaring by making a big face all day long!"

The car stopped outside a bank. Three people wearing masks rushed in instantly. One raised the machine gun in his hand and fired.

bang bang bang...

Fierce gunshots rang out, and screams rang out in the calm lobby of the bank for a while, and everyone was terrified by this sudden scene.

And in the lobby, in a glass-enclosed office, a person looked at the three people who rushed into the bank to rob with surprise in his eyes. Obviously this person had experienced storms. Apart from surprise, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Unmoved, he subconsciously frowned, and murmured, "Damn! What do these people think this is! This is Gotham's gangster bank!"

The three controlled the scene, kept threatening everyone with guns in their hands, and squatted down with their heads in their arms.

"Don't move! If you move any more fucking, I'll give you a few bullets to try!"

"Tell you not to move and want to die!"

Shouts and shouts continued, and the unarmed bank staff were kidnapped by these three vicious men.

At the same time, on the roof of the building, two gangsters wearing masks were processing the integrated communication line on the roof.

upstairs...

One person is responsible for handling the wiring, and the other is responsible for keeping watch behind this person. The person handling the wiring murmured, "Strange!"

"What's wrong?" asked the friend behind him.

"The line of this alarm does not dial to the police station, but another call? I don't understand!"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, it's done!"

Bang!
A burst of blood mist rose, and the person who handled the line fell to the ground, and the person who shot was his accomplice behind him.

The man suddenly jumped up, killed his accomplice, and walked towards the interior of the building with a satchel full of tools.

At the same time, the three robbers in the hall had a clear division of labor. One went to the bank vault to pry open the vault door, and the other was in charge of holding a gun to warn everyone.

One is to pull the safety lock of the grenade, and force these bombs into the hands of the staff one by one, so that they cannot move an inch, and if they are not careful, they will be blown to pieces.

Panicking, screaming, and crying one after another, no one thought that they would encounter such an unlucky thing today.

At this moment, the person who came down from the top of the building went straight to the direction of the safe, and saw another person using a high-power electric drill to drill through the safe.

Looking at the people behind him, the accomplice who had just opened the safe smiled and asked, "It's done, that person is dead!"

"Yes!"

"That's good, we can share less!"

"Yes, that's what the clown meant too, he asked me to kill you!"

"what……"

Boom!A muffled sound came.

The person who pried open the safe fell down, and the remaining person hurried into the safe. There were piles of neatly arranged dollars inside. Without saying a word, this person took out his backpack and put it into the bag frantically, showing greed .

Bang bang bang, suddenly there was a gunshot in the hall, the man paused and hurried towards the hall.

I saw the man in the glass-partitioned office shooting wildly with a shotgun in his hand.

Of the two robbers, only one remained, and the other person in charge of security had already been shot and died.

(End of this chapter)