Under Lance's forced sight, Albert had to nod and agreed, he had to stay and take charge of the overall situation. Then Lance looked at Hayden again. Hayden didn't hesitate much, and directly patted Lance's arm and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you to come back here." The understatement was full of unswerving confidence.

Lance turned around and took steps forward without any pause. However, after taking a few steps, Lance noticed that there was a person beside him, following like a shadow, and Percy Lance had to stop and said in a deep voice, "Stay."

However, Percy shook his head firmly, "You need help!" Short and powerful words clearly and accurately expressed the core idea.

Lance frowned slightly in the middle, "I can grasp the situation alone, stay and help Burt calm the scene." But this time Percy didn't say anything, but just looked at Lance intently. Even when facing Lance's sharp gaze, he did not retreat. His eyes flashed with an undeniable will in the flow of light.

After thinking about it, maybe he could use a helper later, so Lance didn't say anything more and took another step, with Percy following closely behind.

Lance and Percy were only two, but their steps were not timid at all. With just a few big strides, they quickly crossed the short distance of the encirclement. Then the young man standing in front signaled his companions, and the gangsters made way to both sides and showed a farewell posture. However, the little man stood still, alone, trying to block Lance's way. The scene was quite like a decisive battle in Western movies.

However, it only lasted for less than two seconds.

Someone next to him lowered his voice and reminded, "The Stealing Chicken Man is still waiting at home." This made the little man feel sad. He stood there, hesitating whether he should stay or avoid it. While thinking, Lance and Percy had already strode close to each other. The two of them had no slowing down at all, just like a train moving forward at full speed, hitting head-on, which scared the little man and dodged to the side with conditioned reflex. But even so, he was still hit by the wave of air that was stirred up, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, and staggered twice in a row to his partner's arms, looking very embarrassed.

Looking at the unstoppable backs of Lance and Percy, the young man who led the lead roared at the people around him, "You continue to monitor here, don't make any mistakes." After saying that, he stared at the little man who was about to move, as if he was about to catch up with Lance's footsteps again, "You stay here! Otherwise, you will be dead when you steal the chicken man**." After this sentence, the little man settled down.

The young man ignored the others and handed the kitchen knife in his hand to his companions around him, trotting and chasing Lance, "Please allow me to lead the way for you." Then he ran to the front of Lance and began to lead the way.

The entire crew soon returned to peace, silent silence, but the surging inside could not calm down for a long time, and the surging restlessness and uneasiness slowly spread in the air.

From the crew's shooting scene to the City of God in real life, it takes less than fifteen minutes to walk. Lance and his group soon arrived at Mann's base camp. This is a three-story building, with several buildings around it all similar buildings. In the slums where there are generally bungalows, this small building is very eye-catching, and people who enter the slums can often see it at a glance. Therefore, Mann's base camp was established in this area to demonstrate his authority.

When you approach the small building, you can see more than a dozen foolish children gathered at the door, most of whom looked under the age of eighteen. They sat around in groups of three or three, some were sucking in the clouds, some were fiddling with guns, some were talking a lot, and two were learning how to ride bicycles. It looked like a bandit nest. Residents living nearby took a detour from afar and were unwilling to provoke the gangsters here easily.

Seeing the young man coming with Lance and Percy, many people stood up and gave thumbs up at the young man, as if they were welcoming him to return in triumphantly. Lance and Percy were prisoners of war. The young man also forgot about the embarrassment just now, and greeted his friends with laughter.

However, Lance ignored the young man and walked straight to the room on the far left of the first floor. Percy followed. The last time Donald and Lance came to visit Mann, they met in that room, and they were called the living room and the pre-war mobilization room.

Seeing that Lance and Percy were actually ahead of the way, this made the young man feel embarrassed. He wanted to get angry but didn't have the courage. In the end, he could only get rid of his classmate and chase him quickly. But Lance was tall and long legs, and his steps were already big, so he could increase his speed at this time. The young man chased after him in a few steps, but he didn't catch up. He could only watch Lance and Percy walk to the door of the room, and without waiting for the news, he pushed open the door of the room.

The young man suddenly started to wail and jumped over with fear.

"Hulala", there was a burst of people in the room, and they were obviously frightened by the sudden sound of pushing the door bolt open. After everyone was frightened, their first reaction was to pick up the weapons around them and aim at the door together. In an instant, more than a dozen black muzzles were aimed at Lance and Percy. Seeing the shocked posture, the hands holding the gun were trembling slightly, as if they would accidentally pull the trigger.

Seeing the black muzzle, Lance was not surprised at all, and his steps did not stop at all, and he took steps forward calmly and calmly. Percy could clearly feel that Lance's pace slowed down this time, without any impulse or abruptness, but the steady pace revealed strong confidence and calmness. Every step of the progress suppressed the atmosphere on the scene, step by step, and then gradually reversed the initiative of the whole audience.

Lance's elegant steps were not discounted at all because of the casual and simple clothing on his body. He put his hands casually into his pants pockets, adding a hint of comfort to his calmness, as if he was walking on the beach in Miami. More than a dozen muzzles in the room were still aimed at Lance tightly, and slowly moved with Lance's pace, but no one spoke to stop Lance's steps, but just let Lance walk to the center of the room foolishly.

The young man rushed to the entrance of the room and saw this scene. He raised his hands and covered his eyes, unable to bear to look directly at it. The first thought in his mind was: "It's over, everyone is going to suffer today." Then the second thought was, "Mr. Strello is going to become a hornet's nest."

Percy felt that he was walking on a tightrope. Even a slight movement would touch several muzzles, as if he was re-oriented at his head and heart. The stimulation and tension of life hanging on his back were completely terrifying. After pinching his palm, which had been soaked by sweat, Percy still followed Lance tightly and walked to the middle of the room - a wonderful position where he could completely die at any time.

"Ha." A chuckling spilled from the corner of Lance's mouth, with a hint of mockery in the teasing, as if alarmed the yellow orioles on the green willow, vibrating slightly in the air, "So, Man**, this is how you treat the guests?" The first to speak to break the silence was not stealing the chicken, Man**, but Lance.

Following Lance's sight, Percy saw the legendary "Stealing Chicken Man**".

Man** sat on a wooden chair directly in front of him, looking like she was about thirties, with a tangled beard, and her black curly hair with a slight retro style of the 1980s disco, which seemed more tender than the imagined Fengshuang Taoist. There was a submachine gun on the table next to him, and a piece of cloth in his right hand, probably wiping the gun.

Hearing Lance's words, Mann was slowing down for a while and laughed loudly. The hearty laughter made the tense atmosphere in the room slightly relax. Others were confused, but they also laughed dryly.

But Lance stood there, but was indifferent. Instead, he slowly took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, pulled out one from it, put it in his mouth, and then took out a match, polished it and ignited it. The whole step was meticulous and undisturbed. The elegance surrounding the smoke exuded an indescribable charm.

The laughter slowly calmed down, and Man** seemed a little embarrassed, but after only a short while, he suddenly changed his face, "You are so embarrassed to say you are a guest? I didn't shoot you directly because of what you did. I'm already very kind! You actually want to order me! Tell you, as long as I raise my hand, you will be dead soon."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and Percy felt that all the pores on his body were shrinking. Even though he knew that facing the gun, any resistance was futile, but his muscles were still tense to the extreme and were ready to fight back at any time. Then Percy saw Lance taking a small step forward and yelled back, "Grass!" The powerful momentum was not weak at all.

"Stealing Jiman**! We have reached an agreement in black and white, but you are here to make trouble on the first day of my filming. I haven't pursued your breakup yet! You'd better understand that Stealing Jiman** is a betrayer and a distrustworthy person. How much impact will such news have on you after it is released!"
Chapter completed!