my sister is a supermodel

After pressing for more than half an hour, Julie sweated all over, took a shower, and the two fell asleep with their arms around each other. Because of the injury, there was no other activity.

When I got up the next day, Roca felt much better, but the action scenes couldn't be filmed yet, so the crew had to postpone the action scenes for a few days and shoot the scenes with more lines first.

"Sloane!!!"

After Wesley killed many killers on the periphery, he came to the hall of the castle smoothly. He raised his head and hissed loudly.

Click~click~click~click~

There was a trigger sound from around, and more than a dozen assassins from the Brotherhood came out from all over the place. They held pistols and stood in a circle, surrounding him, including Fox.

Wesley panted heavily, looked around, and Sloan walked to the door with his hands behind his back.

"My father is not a traitor!"

Wesley took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and said, "This is an order to kill, and the target is Sloan."

He looked at Fox again, "Do you still remember what you said, a name, a goal, I don't want him to die, it's the instruction of fate, fate wants him to die, but he can't accept it, so he started forging goals to make money, My father found out about this and decided to fight against him, and you will use his son to kill your own father."

Wesley shook his head, "You are not an assassin of fate, Sloan, you are just a bad guy who can bend bullets."

He narrowed his eyes, raised his pistol sharply and pointed it at Sloane.

boom!

Fox fired, hitting him in the hand.

Wesley fell to the ground and stood up again clutching his hands.

"is this real?"

Fox asked.

"The facts are like this."

Sloan was silent for a while, then walked into the hall, he opened a folder, took out a death notice and handed it to an assassin,

"Your name appeared."

"Your name also appeared."

Sloan walked over to Fox and produced a death notice.

Fox took it.

Sloane went to the other assassins and took out death notices, "Everyone in this room, your names are on the loom, if I hadn't done that, you would have died.

It was me who saved all of your lives...Look at us now, we are stronger than ever, we can change history with our abilities, we can decide who to kill, and distribute power where it fits.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the world of the strong, and the weak can only choose to die. If you think that you must fully abide by the rules of the organization, then please raise your guns, put them in your mouths, and pull the trigger. "

Sloan looked around, "This is what Wesley wants. If you don't want to, then raise your guns, kill this bastard, and then join me in taking fraternity killers to unprecedented heights. Fit for a god's height."

Sloan left.

All the assassins stared at Wesley.

"Fuck the rules!"

The killers opened the insurance.

"cut!"

"Take a break and do it again!"

Maybe there were too many questions, Director Teemo didn't even look at the camera, and just yelled to do it again.

Roca walked out of the set, replenished water, rested, recited lines silently, and touched up makeup by the way...

After 10 minutes, the crew continued to shoot.

This scene is very important, and it took two days to finish filming.

Two days later, Roca's back injury healed, and the crew resumed filming action scenes.

After shooting for more than a week, he personally completed all the action scenes, and received a lot of applause and exhaustion.

In early June, he boarded a return flight with his assistant and bodyguards.

In the lead role, Jolie and Sloane had returned to the United States a week earlier, and he was the last to leave.

"Boss, do you want to read magazines? There are two movie magazines, and there are articles discussing your winning Cannes Best Actor."

Annie said while holding a stack of magazines.

"What did you say?"

Rocca closed his eyes and asked.

"There's nothing new, it's the same as before, saying that your trophy is watery, saying that art should not bow to capital, etc., the organizer of Cannes stood up and clarified that the selection process of this year's Cannes Film Festival is absolutely fair and just, Not one bit disturbed.

Several judges also stood up to support you. He said that your performance was very good and deserved a trophy.

Among them, Ms. Zhang said the most. She said that you are a real filmmaker. You have money and status and you still insist on filming. This is a proof of your love. She said that people can't deny your acting skills just because you are young and rich. It's too unfair. In the end, the judges took the risk of being criticized to award you the trophy, which is the real responsibility for the film. "

slap~

"well said!"

Roca couldn't help but patted the sofa and said with a smile, "Over the years, because I was too young, handsome and too rich, I have missed out on many awards, and I have also been hated by many people.

They keep hacking me, reporting my negative material, thinking that they can defeat me, hehe~ Actually they don’t know, the more they hack me, the happier I am, which means they can’t deal with me, they can only use this kind of garbage To me, the opponent's helplessness is the best compliment to me. "

Rocca raised his red wine glass and drank it happily.

On the other side, Annie curled her lips secretly. If she hadn't rolled the sheets, Ms. Zhang would have said so many good things.

Thinking of the morning when the boss called and told her to buy a set of women's clothing, Annie felt a chill. The boss is too perverted. Ms. Zhang is over 40, and he can do it, and even tore the skirt...

Maybe Ms. Julie is right. It is indeed dangerous to follow such a boss. You should be more careful. Just look at the boss's face... Forget it, it's hard to guard against.

Three hours later, the plane arrived in Los Angeles, and Rocca returned to Los Angeles in full swing.

One day after he came back, Mr. Ross called and asked him to go to the company to talk.

Roca sighed secretly, this year one scene after another, and there is no time to rest, he really regards me as a model worker.

With a thought in his heart, he called Ed and asked him to publicize his hard work. Maybe it wouldn't be long before his nickname changed from 'scumbag' to 'model worker'.