Max came to the parking lot opposite the building and could clearly see the situation in the building office. He raced against time to explain everything to Anne, but it was really difficult. Vincent's footsteps slowly approached Anne in a rapid breath. He successfully found Anne's office, but after breaking in, he found that Anne was not there at all.

Anne was in the archives room on the 16th floor, while Vincent was in the office on the 14th floor. It was raining all night, and Max's cell phone was out of power and completely lost contact. Vincent approached Anne step by step, while Max ran towards Anne, and the sense of depression and urgency in the ambiguous light was pushed to the extreme. Every step between the flow of light and shadow touched the disorder of the air. Even if you could not see the expression, just a step, a movement, and a look. The tension of the cat and mouse still hit the chest of each audience member between sharp and fast camera switching. The clean and neat picture was not dragged on, creating a suffocating tension between dazzling eyes. Javier only felt that his brain was completely stunned.

But...Max is still too late.

Vincent found Anne and easily pushed Anne into the corner without leaving any vitality. He just needed to pull the trigger to complete all the tasks. At the critical moment, Vincent finally arrived at the scene and pointed the pistol at Vincent. Vincent was obviously a little surprised, "Max?" But after the accident, he was full of sarcastic expressions, "Why? What can you do?"

Vincent turned his head and looked at Anne, but before he could even take his next move, the gunshot burst out. Vincent's ear was hit, and a series of gorgeous sparks bloomed in the light mixed with peacock blue, creamy yellow, and mint green, like fireworks blooming proudly.

Max shot, which was not surprising; but without any hesitation, no pause, no hesitation, the "nonsense" of the critical moment of Hollywood-type movies was simply nowhere to be seen, and the compact rhythm incorporated real fear and confrontation into the blood of every audience.

Max took Anne to escape quickly. Vincent, who was lying in a pool of blood, struggled to stand up, aimed at the two people and kept firing. In the dim light and shadow, only gunfire was bursting, and the sound of shattered glass sounded clanging in the explosion of the drum beats. The light and dark light blurred the world, as if only two people were running wildly in the huge world. The empty footsteps made people feel nervous.

Max and Anne escaped to the subway and tried to avoid Vincent's search, but Vincent, who was chasing him relentlessly, made an accurate judgment at the last moment and rushed onto the subway. The urgency of the terminator reached its peak under the bright incandescent lamps of the subway. The terrifying white panic began to compress the space, and the loneliness and crisis brought by the empty world were unprecedented.

Max originally planned to wait for the subway to arrive at the station and flee with Anne, but Vincent took the lead and thought of it early, got off the train early and pointed it at the empty platform with guns in their hands - they had no chance, and they would become Vincent's prey if they acted rashly. They were trapped on the subway.

After the subway set off again, Vincent struted his head and squeezed Max and Anne's living space, pressing step by step. Max had no choice but to retreat, and the steady and powerful footsteps were like Satan's death sound, louder and louder, clearer and clearer, constantly hitting Max's heart.

Javier felt that he could not breathe, and the sound effect that was amplified to the extreme strongly impacted his eardrums. At this moment, the sound that seemed light was amplified to the extreme because of the hazy light that swarmed in like a tide in all directions. It seemed that everything became more and more sensitive.

Max gasped heavily, and the sweat from his forehead slowly penetrated out. He heard Vincent's powerful voice coming, "I'll survive with this!" This made Max grit his teeth and burn his boat again. He walked out of his hiding place and stood across from a car door with Vincent, then he pulled the trigger in his hand. Vincent also pulled the trigger at the same time.

Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

The incandescent lamps in the subway car suddenly darkened and fell into chaos. The chaotic gunshots collided in the darkness, and sporadic sparks were blooming. With a chaotic war, the two guns were fired and all the guns disappeared. The air was filled with a dead silence, spreading slowly like fog.

Darkness, quietness, dead silence.

The sound of the collision between the subway wheels and the rails was accompanied by the shaking carriages, but the entire screen was dark, with only the faint light flashing and darkening at the far end of the horizon, vaguely outlining two confrontational figures, but they were not really visible.

Javier widened his eyes and couldn't help but sit up straight. His back left the back of the chair, as if he was closer to the screen, and he could see more accurately. But he was disappointed. Vincent and Max's body outline seemed to be frozen in the darkness, motionless, no gunshots, no dialogue, nothing, the unknown ending tortures every audience in the hazy darkness.

The lights in the carriage turned on, then darkened again, and then lit up again. After a few flutters, it finally slowly lit up. The darkness left the carriage like a tide. Then he saw Vincent pulling out a new magazine from his waist and preparing to replace it. Javier seemed to have foreseeed the ending and couldn't bear to look directly, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes. He could only hold his breath and force himself to open his eyes.

Bang. Vincent's magazine in his hand did not change it, but instead slid down on the floor. He looked down at the magazine on the ground in a little surprised, then slowly lowered his right hand holding the gun, closed his eyes blankly and tiredly, and sat down on the chair next to him.

Max looked at the pistol that had been off the target in his hand, hesitated for a moment, walked carefully through the car door, and sat down opposite Vincent. The two of them sat face to face, gasping quickly, without saying a word, fatigue between their eyebrows and eyes invaded, and the tight shoulder lines drooped.

Anne walked out carefully, stood at the door and looked at the two men sitting opposite each other. First, the sight of Vincent's white dyed red shirt, a large cluster of blood-colored petals blooming on his chest, as charming as a blooming rose; then Max's dark gray T-shirt soaked in blood, a chaotic black nebula bloomed gently like fireworks, and then fell down gorgeously, the lines of the virtual and real fireworks were so real and so illusory.

Javier opened his mouth slightly and was completely shocked. He expected Vincent's death, but did not expect Max's ending. Looking at the two silent men, Javier felt an unprecedented shock.

Vincent's furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed, closed his eyes gently, and a relief smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hey, Max." The relieved voice was like a river flowing slowly in the night, running forward quietly and briskly. The loneliness and fragility between the eyebrows were like a wisp of blue smoke, lingering in mist.

Max let out a long breath, his shoulders drooped. He raised his head and looked at Anne standing next to him. At this time, Anne was stunned because she was too shocked. The faint mist in her eyes was surging gently. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that a sound was released. Max smiled at Anne, but the faint smile touched the wound, so that her entire brow frowned slightly, "Hey, Anne, I keep my promise." He called her, and such a simple sentence made Anne's mood begin to collapse, as if the whole world began to collapse.

A hint of relief flashed in Max's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Vincent in front of him. At this time, Vincent opened his eyes again, and the two of them met. Max could see the loneliness in Vincent's eyes, like a child running barefoot in the snow. Max blinked his eyes and looked sleepy, but he still forced himself to cheer up and said hello, "Hey, Vincent, is this your real name?" After saying that, Max slowly closed his eyes. He was tired, really tired.

The curve of Vincent's mouth was slightly outlined, but the fatigue between his eyebrows became stronger and stronger, and his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, almost unable to open.

The subway was still running wildly on the track, and the colorful night around it was like gorgeous neon lights racing parallel to the subway. The dark sky was filled with darkness, and the scattered halos seemed to be unable to support it at all. It only made the night look heavier and richer, pressing all the light on the ground, and following the subway toward the unknown.

This city looks like Los Angeles, but not Los Angeles, as if it is an isolated island secluded between reality and illusion, cold and lonely.

Suddenly, a fragment of the camera appeared in Javier's mind, "The news said someone died on the subway. Before his body was found, he stayed on the subway for six hours." This was a moment at the beginning of the movie. He thought he had ignored it, but at this moment it was echoing in his mind with great clarity.

Then, the big screen gradually darkened, and the subtitles slowly appeared, "Director, Lancelot Strello", "Screenwriter, Lancelot Strello", "Tom Cruise", "Lancelot Strello"...

The movie is over, but the storm in Javier's head has just begun. This movie is really... so outstanding. It is just described as "exciting" and cannot express the true feelings in his heart. Tom's performance... Lance's script... the dispatch of the camera... the use of light... the control of rhythm... the digging of thoughts... countless thoughts rushed forward, making Javier feel that his head was about to explode, as if every thought could be thought deeply, but because of too much thought, it was impossible to clarify. This kind of brainstorming pleasure made Javier feel pain and happy.
Chapter completed!