Max collapsed, Max completely collapsed. As the turn of the circles and turns, as life disappeared after life, and in the spiritual struggle after second, Max finally collapsed. So he snatched Vincent's handbag desperately, threw the laptop and all the information in the bag down the overpass, and was crushed to pieces by the passing truck.

Max angered Vincent. Vincent, who was always calm, swept in anger in an instant, as if he would pull the trigger in the next second. To him, Max had no meaning in life; but it was just a burst of momentum, and then the anger faded away like a tide. He suppressed his emotions hard and focused his attention on the remaining two tasks tonight again.

"Even if he answered correctly, would you let him go?" Max was forced to sit in the driver's seat again, looking at Vincent through the rearview mirror, motionless and roaring angrily.

Vincent knew that he was talking about the owner of the Jazz Bar just now. He asked a question, saying that if the boss answered this question correctly, he would let him have a way out. Unfortunately, Vincent's mood had not yet completely calmed down. He frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his heart, and he faced Max's gaze. He squirmed his lips, as if he wanted to answer, as if he was thinking again. But Max did not give him a chance, "No need to answer, your actions have already given the answer." This was the second time Max resisted Vincent so toughly, and could even be said to be accusation. Max withdrew his gaze and looked at the road ahead. After venting his emotions, he suddenly cooled down, as if he was discouraged, and murmured in a low voice, "You are the servant in Rashomon."

Vincent looked at Max quietly without saying a word. The psychedelic light flowing outside the window made the whole world look like an unreal isolation. In the air, only the buzzing sound of the engine was echoing. The brief silence formed a huge contrast with the turmoil just now, but it made the thoughts surge in the air.

Rashomon.

Javier's pupils suddenly opened up, and almost instantly hundreds of thoughts burst out, but before he could figure it out, he couldn't help but stay in this unknown taxi with the flowing light. In this world, there are two kinds of silences, one silence goes to death, and the other silence leads to an outbreak. Where did this moment of silence lead Vincent and Max to

"Sedan" Vincent broke the silence, as if he was just chatting, but there was a hint of disdain and teasing on his lips. He was talking about Max's mother, who always thought that her son was doing luxury car services, not taxis.

Max glanced at Vincent impatiently, "Don't start."

"I'm not the one who lies." Vincent leaned forward slightly, his vicissitudes and cold face was exposed to the light, and the mockery and provocation between his eyebrows were slowly beating like dust.

Max glanced at the rearview mirror with his squinted eyes, his feelings of boredom and disgust rolling in his eyes, and his tone seemed very stiff, "It was her who listened to what she wanted to hear, and I did not mislead her."

Javier felt the movie became more and more interesting. At this time, the lights changed again. It was originally isolated between the two people like a wall, but now it was divided into two strands and moved outwards, which made Vincent and Max completely exposed to the ambiguous and blurred lights, and every detail in the expression was exposed. At the same time, the confrontation between Vincent and Max began to gradually tilt. For example, this time, Vincent was the first to talk to him, and Max was always impatient, which was reversed from the previous situation. Vincent's aloof and professional image also appeared little by little after the rage just now. Although it cannot be said that the two people had reached a balance, the momentum was indeed changing quietly.

"No matter what I say, she will feel that it is not good enough, forever." Max's mood was a little mixed, with a hint of hesitation in depression, and a hint of helplessness in his anger.

Vincent's gaze fell on Max, from sharp to calm, then lowered his eyes and looked straight ahead, "They will project their shortcomings on you." His low voice slowly fermented in the colorful light, "When they are dissatisfied with themselves and their lives, they will vent on you."

The fragility leaked in that moment made Javier think deeply. He found a wound that could not heal for a long time between Vincent's eyebrows. Vincent told his story lightly. His mother died early and his drunken father kept beating him. His childhood was running between his foster family and his father's family and was constantly abandoned. Finally, he killed his father at the age of twelve.

Silence, there was silence in the screening hall, and the scars behind the sin made all the controversy silent.

But then, Vincent chuckled sarcastically, his playful and evil expression seemed to mock Max, but in fact he was mocking everyone. Without extra words, just a smile, all the sympathy just now was resolved, and everything was a lie, which made Vincent look even more abominable.

But Javier did not easily overturn his thoughts. He always felt that the fragility that moment just now was the most real wound in Vincent's heart; but at the same time, Javier once again remembered the difficulties you had endured in Rashomon mentioned by Max just now. The pain you bear cannot be a reason for your evil deeds. Everyone defended himself selfishly, so there would be no crime in this world, and every crime can be found corresponding reasons. Hateful people must be pitiful.

This movie seems to be far from as simple as imagined.

Under Vincent's threat, Max came to visit Felix himself to ask for information about the last two targets; at the same time, the FBI, who was closely monitoring Felix, also found Max. They mistakenly thought Max was Vincent, and Fanning's drug trafficking department also connected all clues and followed the clues to find Felix. Then he met with the FBI and found the three people killed tonight were witnesses in the same case tomorrow.

All clues are connected.

Facing the evil Felix, Max was almost powerless to resist, retreating step by step and being defeated, which made Javier's palms start to sweat. He was worried that after Max made a fuss, Felix simply killed the innocent taxi driver directly. But at the last moment, Max burned his boats and fought back. Before the opponent was about to draw his gun, his momentum burst out, regained control of the situation, and successfully obtained the information about the remaining two targets.

Javier was completely dumbfounded. This was Lance's director Lance Lot Strello, who showed Max's emotional changes to the extreme, from being uneasy, cowardly, to being tense, to being in a hurry, to being unable to retreat, and his momentum burst out. His eyes hidden behind the thick lenses were fully displayed, leading Javier on a thrilling roller coaster, holding his breath throughout, fearing that he would miss any detail.

What's even more rare is that Javier couldn't help but start thinking: What kind of person is Max? He grew up with his mother's hope, but he was just an ordinary person who was mediocre in this city. He dreamed of owning his own car company, but he sat in a taxi for twelve years. He was strict with himself, meticulous, and even dared not resist the exploitation of his superiors, but was coerced by professional killers and involved in this absurd incident.

After an hour of preparation, Max's character image was transformed and presented in this scene intact. How powerful performance skills and profound character understanding are required, Lance completed this feat almost without hesitation, amazed or amazed

The hazy light in the night put everything in a mysterious halo. Max took Vincent to the club and sniped the next target; the FBI joined forces with the Los Angeles Police Department where Fanning was to stop Max and Vincent. The two sides finally met in a narrow road in the club. The fragmented pictures, unpredictable light, turbulent perspectives, and quick and sharp editing instantly erupted all adrenaline. The scene that was different from the traditional commercial action movie style but was in line with the development route of genre films, swept over like a tsunami, completely detonating the emotions that had been suppressed for eighty minutes.

Finally, Vincent killed the target and killed Fanning Max. He almost smelled the air of freedom, but was once again dragged into the dark sea by Vincent. Under the pressure of Vincent's black muzzle, Max turned his head and looked at the chaotic club department. The beating noise and colorful neon lights made everything blurry. It passed by his eyes in a ten-fold slow motion posture. A calm despair burst out between Max's eyebrows. Two contradictory emotions mixed harmoniously in the silence.

He seemed to see the end of life.

Max once again got into a taxi and took Vincent out of this chaotic place to solve the last goal. The taxi drove quietly on the spacious roads in Los Angeles, like dolphins passing through the ocean, with streamlined lights and shadows sliding in parallel; the world outside the window gradually became brighter, and in the hazy halo, you can see the night outline the rolling ups and downs of the city horizon, and the tall palm trees became clearer and clearer in the lemon-colored street lights.

Before he knew it, the beam of light in the center of the taxi disappeared, the wall between Vincent and Max completely disappeared, and the bright light outside the car seemed to imprison the two people in this claustrophobic space. The darkness with a faint light in the center entangled the fate of the two people. The details of the expressions on the faces of the two people were swallowed by the dark little by little, and they could only capture some traces through the quiet and depressing light outside the car window.

Silence came again, but there was still an unknown ahead. To be continued.
Chapter completed!