Wade looked at Lance in front of him, and the feeling of wandering between strangeness and familiarity made him stunned - he was just an agent after all, not an actor, and he had almost no such opportunity to perform face-to-face performances. The so-called confrontation is just to help the actors get familiar with the lines. So, when the power of the performance suddenly bursts out and the familiar people in front of him begin to become strange, he didn't know how to react in an instant.

Wade looked at the blue eyes intently, trying to find the confidence and calmness that belonged to Lance again, but he was disappointed. The dodge hidden in his eyes made the person in front of him unrecognizable. Then he heard the line again, "that list", and the uncertainty in his hesitation became weaker.

Then Wade realized: It was his turn to speak, but he was distracted.

Wade lowered his head in panic and began to recite the lines, "I want you to hear clearly, this list, uh... this list was specially found by Dedos...dedos..." Wade found that his eyes seemed to be unable to aim. The two lines were broken, and even words he didn't know at all appeared. Felix's domineering aura was completely destroyed by Wade.

"dedos?" Max also reacted subconsciously, gently lifting the confusing ending sound.

"Uh... fingers, undercover!" Wade explained, then turned around. Dedos is Spanish. The fingers mean it, which refers to the undercover inside ****. Wade raised his head and looked at Reims-looking at Max, then tried to calm down, and recited the lines straightforwardly, "Use sound recognition software to receive signals, monitor, etc., it is very expensive to obtain those information. That is a very important list, what do you think?"

Max flashed his gaze as if he understood it, and then nodded subconsciously, like a good student in the school classroom, responding to every question of the teacher.

Wade keenly grabbed Max's ignorance and confusion in the moment, and his voice rose directly, "But you threw it away?" It seemed that it was not Felix that was suppressing Max, but Wade that suppressed Lance. This condescending sense of dominance made him regain his confidence.

Max was suppressed. He lowered his gaze, avoided Wade's eyes, then looked down at the ashtray on the table. He tried to defend himself, secretly raised his gaze and glanced at Wade, but found that Wade's sharp gaze, like a falcon, locked his every move. This made his only little quibbling come to his mouth, and it also turned into a weak "yes". He shook his head gently, feeling that this sentence was still too weak, and tried to say something to change the situation, but the conditioned reflex in his head was, "I'm sorry."

Max raised his head and looked at Wade again, but for only less than half a second, he turned his gaze away again with guilt. He said in a nearly whispering voice, "I'm sorry."

If the other party knew that Vincent's list was thrown off the bridge by himself, he would be damaged. Then would he be killed directly in his seat, and his brain burst everywhere, just like Quentin Tarantino's movie. Max's thoughts in his mind made him droop his gaze and try to see through the ashtray, for fear that the other party would read his true thoughts in his heart.

Wade was unreasonable and said directly, "I'm sorry?" The proud tone was overwhelming. But then Wade was a little stunned because the lines behind him seemed to be not like this, which forced him to cough twice to relieve his emotions, and then said again, "I'm sorry, there is no way to make up for the short fat man (humpty-dumpty) again."

The short and fat man comes from the nursery rhyme "Mom Goose", and the allusion of this sentence also comes from this nursery rhyme.

"Do you believe the story of the short and fat guy?" Wade's aggressiveness made Max at a loss and could hardly raise his head. From time to time, he secretly raised his eyes and sneaked away some Wades, but he was quickly forced back by the sharp eyes. He could only look at the ashtray on the table in embarrassment and embarrassedly. Max shook his head and said timidly, "No." It was like being trapped in a small circle drawn by chalk, unable to move.

"Do you believe in Santa?"

"No." Max's voice was almost gone in his throat, and Wade's momentum even further increased and he shook his head sneeredly, "I don't believe it either. But my children believe it, they are still young."

"But do you know who they like better than Santa? His helper, Pedro, yes, Peter." Wade looked down at his script and found that the passage was very long, so he had to lower his head and start reading, "There is a Mexican legend that describes Santa Claus, who was too busy looking for a good child, so he had to find a helper to find a bad child. So, he asked Pedro. Santa handed in a picture full of bad child names.

He gave him the list, and Pedro would check them every night. Those naughty and non-praying children would put a toy donkey in front of their window, a little donkey. If he came back and saw that the child was still naughty, he would take the child away and no one could see them again. Now, if I were Santa Claus, you were Pedro, what would you think Santa Claus would think? If one day Pedro came in and said that the list would be gone. How angry do you think he would be?"

Wade is a bad helper of the drama. His straightforward lines are like a diary, without any emotion or ups and downs, completely destroying the atmosphere. However, Brad didn't care at all, because all his eyes were focused on the man opposite Wade.

With Wade's words, the man's body began to tremble. The restless uneasy seemed to be the fallen leaves that were frequently dying in the rainstorm, swaying on the treetops, as if only a little more force was needed to completely destroy. There was no too much movement, just the shaking of his eyes, the trembling of his body and the dry lips deeply felt the inner surging and tense. The right hand was always at a loss and tried to make some movements, but it seemed to be bound by handcuffs within the distance between the two palms of his body. He repeatedly made some movements and then put them down again. The subtle movement that was almost impossible to detect - at least Wade didn't notice it, but made the air around him tense, and there was a suffocating feeling of tension.

It was like... it was like Max's life was in danger, it was like after Felix said this, he would directly take out a pistol to solve everything, as if he was surrounded by countless men in black suits, as if Max's disguise would be discovered in the next second.

The fear and panic falling on the cliff made Brad hold his breath. He began to worry about Max's fate. Max was just a taxi driver and had no ability to resist in front of the underworld boss. The emotions that seemed to be broken at any time were breathless under the tremendous pressure.

Wade finally finished reading a long line, raised his head and sternly said, "Tell me, Vincent, tell me, what do you think?"

Max's pupils were extremely panicked, and the shattered fear was like the sky and the earth was shattered, vividly staged in front of him, but he closed his eyes in time and covered all the magnificence and heroism under his eyelids in an instant, but his breathing also stopped immediately. The moment of solidification seemed to stop time and space - and this moment of stopping was the end of his life.

As the breathing stopped, Max choked directly by himself, but he suppressed the cough and his face turned slightly red. He had to cough twice and try to relax his throat. But Wade did not give him a chance and raised his tail sound high, "Huh? How?" This was like the last pusher, trying to push the other party down the abyss.

The critical tightness frozen as Max stopped breathing again. Brad didn't even feel his heart stop beating, but only felt that the temperature around him had tightened to the extreme, as if it would explode in the next second.

At this moment, Max shook his chin gently and said stammeringly, "I..." Then he shook his head again, as if he wanted to throw out the fear in his mind. "I think..." Max grabbed the hand that finally pushed him down from the abyss. His muscles tightened and relaxed instantly, pulling himself back. He paused, and opened his eyes, slowly returning to normal breathing, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Max looked up at Wade, his blue eyes faded away from their timidity and fear, and he calmly met Wade's gaze without a strong momentum, but with unprecedented calmness and calmness. "I think you should call the person behind me..." Max bit his gums gently and said slowly, "Put down his gun."

"What did you say?" Wade seemed unable to believe it.

Max's mood became more and more calm, without any hesitation, and said clearly and accurately, "I said, you should ask the person behind to put down his gun." Then Max slowly turned his head and looked at Shirley sitting on his right hand. His cold and dangerous gaze firmly locked Shirley, as if the awakened lion saw his prey, "Or I would use it to kill her."

The gentle words had a powerful aura, which made Shirley suddenly shocked, as if locked by a sniper shooter. Her muscles could not move at all, and she could not even look away. She could only face Max's eyes helplessly and blankly. Then she saw Max slowly take off her glasses, and the calm blue eyes appeared in front of her without any obstacles, but deep in her heart, she seemed to feel a tsunami, hidden under the calm sea surface, and had the ability to swallow her at any time.

In these eyes, she felt that her life seemed to be in his hands, and she could break her with just a slight grip. Fear grabbed her heart hard in an instant, and blood suddenly burst out!

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