The sound of gunshots came, and Lance and Mann both turned their heads and looked at the gate. Mann reflexively picked up the submachine gun and took a step forward. Lance turned around and spoke directly, "I believe your brothers, you should be fine."

Before the words were finished, the door was pushed open and a man rushed in, "Boss, it's okay, someone's pistol accidentally went off fire. Brothers have already gone over to check it out, don't worry." After that, the man walked out again and brought the door up.

Man** didn't think too much. In the area of ​​the City of God, similar things happened almost every day, which made his shoulders relax. Lance immediately said, "Look at yourself, what was your first reaction just now?" Man** looked down at the submachine gun in his hand. His dark face could not see any emotional changes, but his eyes were shaking in panic.

"That's what I said." Lance continued to add, Mann looked up and looked over. In sharp contrast to him, Lance still sat upright in place with elegant legs crossed his legs, not even standing up, picked up the cigarette and took a sip of mist, slowly spitting out a sip of mist. In the haze, the handsome face blurred, and only the quiet temperament was slowly outlined.

"I want to tell the children the truth, what is the real and cruel world like. Then, they will make the decision to see if they want to join you or make other choices. Perhaps, their choices are still full of uncertainty, but at least... at least they have the opportunity to understand and the opportunity to choose. This is what you didn't get at the beginning."

Man** sat down slowly in Lance's words and looked at Lance in a daze. Then he saw a confident smile appearing on the corner of Lance's mouth. Even the storm of smoke could not be blocked. "Man**, are you worried that I am too violent? Or are you worried that I will put too much drug/product content? No, you should read the script carefully, and then you will know that I pursue truth, not exaggeration. This is also the reason why I actively seek cooperation. I hope you can also participate in this movie and truly feel the pulse of this city of God."

In fact, Man** was illiterate at all, so he naturally had never read the script. All his understanding of the script came from other people's retelling. Now, under Lance's explanation, Man** relaxed little by little, but he still maintained a little alert in his heart and looked at Lance with confusion, "So, don't you mind if I send someone to the crew to supervise your filming?"

Lance spread his hands and expressed his helplessness, "Man**, don't forget that you are already in our crew, and they are actors."

This sentence made Man** stunned, and then she laughed.

Lance knew that he had successfully convinced Mann. In fact, Mann's culture was very limited, but he was a veteran enough person, which was also the experience he had accumulated over the years. Calvin could use Mann's psychology to reverse his image and sow discord; Lance could use the same psychology to awaken Mann's childhood memories and empathize with it.

However, things are not over yet.

Lance was mentally calculating the time, and was about to say something to fill the gaps during this period. At this gate, the knock on the door came quickly and violently. Lance, holding the cigarette butt, subconsciously grasped it, and said in his heart, "Come!" Then, the door was opened directly, and the impatient and confused voice came:

"Boss, we are surrounded!"

"Ho", Mannx stood up directly, and this time Lance did not hold up the air anymore. In line with the tense atmosphere in the room, he stood up at the same time, "What's going on!" Mannx roared loudly, Lance also turned around, stood in front and behind Mannx, looking at the person coming at the door.

At this time, you can see that in the passage outside the small building, many figures were spinning in panic. Although they did not completely lose control and fell into chaos, they could clearly smell the anxious breath in the air.

"Reporter, there are reporters outside!" The visitor said loudly in a pissing voice. Man** obviously did not expect this answer and was stunned. "Isn't it for revenge?" The visitor shook his head vigorously. "Reporter, a large group of reporters surrounded the two nearby streets and were constantly taking pictures. The bullet led a group of brothers to meet them to prevent them from getting closer, but now they surrounded everyone. They couldn't get in, and we couldn't get out."

When he heard the "encirclement", Mann's first reaction was to seek revenge, or the police. But he didn't expect that he was a reporter with no power. After being stunned, Mann began to be afraid. For the children in the slums, reporters were the "uncrowned kings". They did not need weapons to fight against the entire state machine, as if they could make the upper class look dirty in the midst of chatting and laughing, and their lethality was even far greater than that of the Avengers and the police.

"What are the reporters here for?" Man** was panicked at this time. If it was the Avenger, he would fight with weapons directly; if it was the policeman, he would turn around and run for life... But if it was the reporter, what should they do?

Man** subconsciously turned his head to look at Lance. Although Lance is an outsider, it is undeniable that Lance is the highest-level existence among the characters Man** knows - and he is still an American!

"Man**, I don't know what those reporters are doing here. Have you forgotten? This is your territory." Lance threw the cigarette on the ground, chased it up, and extinguished the cigarette butts.

Hearing this, Man** was also annoyed and shouted at the person in front of her, "Let those reporters get out! We don't like drinking them here, and we don't have what they want to find here!"

Lance did not stop him, but waited for Man**'s men to retreat, and greeted a large group of friends with weapons and rushed outwards. Seeing Man** pace back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, he then carefully said, "Man**, I know this is not my business, and I don't know if I should speak..."

Lance's hesitation made Mann grab the life-saving straw, stop, and look at Lance with longing. Lance's eyes twitched, showing a little embarrassed expression, "My personal opinion, reporters should never offend easily. If you directly use violence and have a head-on conflict, you know those reporters will not let it go. The result of things is far worse than a movie. At least, the movie is presented with reality, but what those reporters are best at is using a bunch of adjectives to make things more exaggerated and more serious. What you are worried about..."

Even though Lance didn't finish his words, Man** knew what the consequences were. He picked up the submachine gun in his hand and pointed it at Lance, "Say, what do you think you should do?" But then he saw the innocent expression on Lance's face, he put the submachine gun down awkwardly, but he was unwilling to apologize, "Do you have any solutions?"

"Show goodwill, you should show kindness to those reporters so that they know that you have force to form a direct confrontation, but have taken the initiative to show kindness. I think they will leave. But..." Lance was halfway through, and Man** had already rushed out, and Lance had to chase after him, "But I'm not sure how they would write in the newspaper, because that was a bunch of bastards."

Man** patted Lance's arm, "Thank you, brother!" He stood there and thought, "You can leave directly from behind, otherwise they will definitely be misunderstood if you see it."

This is not Lance's plan. Mann is smarter than he thought, but his vision is limited. Lance originally wanted to follow Mann to go ahead, let the reporter take a photo, and then convince Mann to let him leave independently. In this way, in the eyes of the reporter, Lance was held hostage. But now...

Lance pondered for a while, "It's good. Then, good luck." Lance also patted Man**'s shoulder, "And, Man**, I must let you know that the success of this movie is very important to you and me, and I don't know what those who try to destroy this work are for. I hope we will have a happy cooperation next!"

At the end, Lance quietly planted a seed of backlash deep in Man**'s heart, and then it ended abruptly.

Man** looked at Lance thoughtfully, then greeted a follower next to him and asked him to escort Lance away from behind. After the explanation, Man** did not stop and quickly chased him out, trying to recover the disaster between a head-on conflict between his subordinates and the reporters.

Lance's footsteps did not stop and followed the follower away from the small building.

This is a chain of tricks. When Lance guessed that all this was Ryan making trouble behind the scenes, he wondered why not take the opportunity to do the first wave of publicity for the crew?

The shooting process of "City of God" in Rio de Janeiro was originally a tightrope walking at high altitude, and every step must be careful. Ryan knew this and tried to push Lance down the abyss directly; then Lance would be sorry for the gift from making friends if he didn't respect him.

It is not enough that Ryan only knows this, it is best for the whole of the United States to know that there is a crew risking their lives to shoot a work.

Therefore, before leaving, Lance asked Albert to inform the important local media in Rio de Janeiro. When the media arrived at the crew's shooting location, they could see the crew being surrounded, and the situation was naturally imminent; then Percy appeared, and Percy left first, calculated the time and fired, which attracted the attention of the gangsters, and began to flee, attracting all the reporters at the crew's location.

Judging from the report that Man** heard just now, Albert should have collected Dragon Balls for a big summon. He probably called all the media he could contact, and the keen sharks flocked to him, so the scene must be quite large. As for Percy, he performed well. He successfully lured all the reporters over with just one cigarette and did a good job!
Chapter completed!