After many revisions of the script "Killing with a knife" have changed the structure of the story. The scene selected by Lance can be seen as a crucial turning point in the entire story.

Before this, Vincent always took the initiative and suppressed Max tightly. The resistance Max was able to make was just throwing Vincent's briefcase under the bridge, like a fifth-grade child was making a tantrum; but after this scene, Max was forced to the extreme, and his physical confrontation was at a disadvantage, but his powerful spiritual power made him gradually regain his initiative. Faced with the oppression of a professional killer, this was obviously not an easy task for Max, who was just an ordinary taxi driver, but at least he found a starting point.

In short, the situation reversed when Lance just demonstrated that the left and right hands collided.

The background of this scene is that Max destroyed Vincent's briefcase, resulting in the loss of Vincent's pursuit list. He still has two mission objects that were not able to kill successfully. Therefore, Vincent had to find the behind-the-scenes commander again to obtain information about the last two mission objects. However, since Vincent never directly contacted the client - to avoid his true face being exposed, under Vincent's threat, Max had to pretend to be Vincent and talk face to face with the behind-the-scenes commander Felix.

This scene is the confrontation between Max and the behind-the-scenes commander Felix. Once Felix sees out Max's disguise, then what awaits him is death. This is a life dance on the tip of a flaming knife.

Although this scene is not the most difficult scene for Max, it can be said to be the most explosive scene in the whole film. In the story of "killing with a knife", several rival scenes between Max and Vincent are the most difficult and challenging scenes. The delicate changes in the heart and the tense atmosphere of the confrontation have extremely high requirements for the actors.

But Lance clearly knew that the four people in front of him were not acting experts, and they could not see the powerful energy contained in the performance of the great skill without craftsmanship and heavy sword without brute force - and this also requires the cooperation of the actors in the opponent's scene. Their criterion for judging acting is more explosive. For example, sadness hits the heart, panic is broken, such as fear breaks the defense line, and the scenes that suddenly burst out all emotions are often more shocking.

So, Lance chose this scene - tailored based on the four people in front of him.

On the surface, Lance was calm and calm, as if he didn't need any preparation at all, and he could do every scene at will, but anyone with experience in acting knew that this was impossible. Even if the script "Killing with a knife" was written by Lance, the memory of the details of the lines and emotional changes still needs to be reawakened, not to mention that performance is the top priority.

So, Lance asked Wade to familiarize himself with the lines, which was also to win more preparation time for himself, and he was trying to get himself into Max's world.

Time is very tight at this time, and Lance can't prepare seriously, let alone. It's too long since the last performance, as if a century has been separated, everything about the performance has become extremely unfamiliar, extremely far away, and extremely cold. However, the last life and Broadway performance on the spot, and the unexpected and continuous performance experience made Lance calm down quickly. After the blood boiled to the extreme, it calmed down, just like magma, with huge energy hidden on the surface of the calm water that slowly flowed. The passion that he thought had disappeared made the limbs relax like never before. The memories that he thought had faded completely calmed down, and the dreams that he thought had disintegrated made the spirit highly concentrated.

So strange, yet so familiar.

Max was just an ordinary citizen of Xiaojing. He drove a taxi conscientiously, but a disaster came from the sky and was inexplicably involved in the murder night of professional killers. When he realized that his passenger was a cold-blooded killer, fear and panic almost made him collapse in place. The trembling of life hanging on the thread was like an octopus, grabbed his heart hard, and even his breathing was about to stop. He wanted to escape, like a coward, like an ordinary person, turned around and escape. He was not a hero, nor did he transform into underwear and cloak. The only thing he could do was to let himself survive.

But what happened after the failure to escape? He forced himself to calm down, but it was obviously not an easy thing, so he began to reject, start to be angry, hate, and even start to resist childishly. Even so, Vincent was still unwilling to let him go, and Vincent once again pushed him to the edge of the cliff - Felix was not Vincent, Vincent still needed him to continue driving a taxi and carry him to every corner of the city to carry him on missions. At least he had a little use to Vincent; but Felix didn't need it. He was a cold-blooded and cruel gangster boss, who treated life like grass, and a little mistake could make him fall into the abyss and into the darkness.

The fear of fear made his legs tremble. Even though he wanted to pretend to be calm, his body was not obedient; the cynical disgust made his heart like a dead leaf in the bleak autumn wind, and his initiative was completely no longer in his hands. The desire for life, his anger for Vincent, his fear and rejection of Felix... All emotions collided in his chest, defeating his defense line, and defeating his reason.

"Vincent only saw those in Clear, but he wouldn't see you in person." Wade did not give Lance too many opportunities to react, but just glanced at the lines at a glance, and then spoke directly. He was not a charity person. Since Lance gave the initiative, he didn't mind being the executioner at all-out execution-he never thought Lance was qualified to play against Tom. "Okay, now you're here. Why?"

Lance raised his gaze and did not start performing immediately, but showed a light smile, and his gaze passed by Peter, Shirley, and Wade. He could clearly see the tolerance and consideration in their eyes, not because they were full of hope, but because of pity - as if he saw the sympathy of the death row as he stood on the gallows.

Wade had already started to recite the lines, but Lance was still not ready. Such an audition was a complete disaster. However, Shirley would not consider it. Wade had almost no time to prepare for Lance; she would only see Lance's panic and slowness, which also meant that Lance's hope was being extinguished bit by bit.

Sometimes, enjoying a death penalty is even more magnificent and grand than the rise and fall of the tide, the rise and fall of the sun.

Lance's eyes finally fell on Brad, and he lowered his voice, "Can you lend me your glasses?" Brad couldn't help but be stunned, but he took out the glasses in his suit top pocket and handed them to Lance. This was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which were very consistent with Brad's age, but it was not suitable for Lance. However, Lance lowered his head and put on his glasses.

Lance was not myopia. After putting on glasses, his head was a little dizzy. Fortunately, it was not very serious.

Wade was a little impatient. In his opinion, Lance's actions were just a desperate struggle, which was simply an unnecessary move. He glanced at Shirley and Peter at a squint, temporarily suppressing his irritability, and once again sing, "Why?", as if reminding Lance: It's your turn to play.

Then, Wade saw Lance moving his gums in a slight trembling chin and the Adam's apple that rolled with saliva leaked his panic. Even his breathing began to get rapid. It was clear that he breathed deeply with his nose, and his body couldn't help but tremble back and forth. The panic and depression that was not prepared slowly spread in his sight.

This made Wade sneer in his heart. He thought Lance was a character, calm enough. But now it seems that he was overestimating it after all. Just this moment of panic has destroyed all the image that Lance had shown in the negotiation process.

Wade saw Lance slowly lifting his eyes. The azure blue eyes were hidden behind the thick lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses, and a layer of mist was covered with a panic. His panic pupils looked at Wade with calmness, but the trembling and retreating deep in the blue seemed to be a bison hidden in the thick fog. The faint outline of the fog was disturbed by the fog, as if he could see some movement, but he could not confirm it.

This is not Lance.

Wade only felt his heart suddenly shrinking. The man in front of him was definitely not Lance. Although he was still in a suit and tie, although he was still neat and decent, all the momentum on his body was restrained, and the dazzling light was covered by the glasses. It was ordinary and ordinary, and even the tough face lines became blurred. At this time, Lance was thrown into a gathering of hundreds of people. Even if he was standing in the center, no one would pay attention. His temperament had changed drastically.

Wade couldn't believe his eyes. The person in front of him was obviously Lance, but it was not Lance. That strange touch instantly grabbed his throat, and he felt goose bumps appear on his back, but he couldn't even shiver, and only his muscles were gradually becoming stiff.

"I'm missing." Lance spoke, the sound seemed to be coming from the depths of his throat, lightly without any weight, and even made people suspect that the tail sound was about to be swallowed. The careful cautiousness and the fear that was about to break out were hidden in the vague voice. If you close your eyes, it seems that this is another person.

Then, you can vaguely hear the sound of teeth colliding, not the kind of fighting up and down because of fear, but the kind of resolute gritting their teeth, the pressure that forces themselves to calm down and force themselves to spread in the air, but when the sound overflows with their lips again, there is still no big change, "That list." It dissipates like a wisp of blue smoke.

This is not Lance; this is Max.

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