"Okay, you rehearse twice, Albert?" After Lance finished explaining, he turned around and shouted, "Albert?" Percy had to take a step forward, "He is managing the dispatch of the prop car. ○" Lance stopped his voice, raised his left hand and touched his eyebrows, and said again, "Hayden, have you communicated with Albert's assistant? If not, come and tell them the camera moves in the next scene, and then let them rehearse twice."

After saying that, Lance waved his hand to disband, but the actors turned around and walked two steps, Lance called out them again, "Wait." Lance took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and held it in his mouth, and looked for a lighter. "You go find... uh..." Lance's right hand pointed in the air, but in the end he didn't say a word, "Percy, take them to meet the VFX group and let them see the scenes they have made."

Although "Sin City" has been on the production until today, the shooting has actually begun. The three special effects companies have begun to produce some special effects background images. Since Lance and Frank Miller have drawn all the storyboards of the movie before, and many of them are borrowed from the original comics, this provides a perfect sample for the special effects staff. Therefore, they have now built the virtual Sin City.

Percy glanced at Ian, then walked forward quickly and said to the actors, "Come with me."

Emma's steps hesitated, and she took two steps reluctantly, and finally stopped. Her eyes fell on Lance. Lance, whom she saw again after three months, was a little unfamiliar. His chin was covered with green stubble, and his middle-length hair was as messy as a bird's nest. The blue eyes were tangled with messy blood. The dark circles in her eyes and the tiredness between her eyebrows looked very chaotic. The dark blue shirt was reflected in her eyes, outlining the depressed deep in her eyebrows.

In my impression, Lance's shirt is always neat and clean, her smile is always free and casual, her beard is always clean, her eyes are always calm and confident, and her temperament is always elegant and calm... But Lance in front of me breaks the fixed impression, and the image of a decadent and sloppy artist is faintly depicted in the misty light. Such Lance is full of the dangerous atmosphere of no one entering the stranger - the scene just now proves this. Even Bruce was repeatedly defeated and had to choose to avoid his sharp edge, as if the bastard hiding in the dark waving the scythe of death flashed again, reminding Emma at all times that this was a terrible man.

But... but the familiar and dangerous aura reminded Emma of that night, that night when she witnessed the dark transaction, the long back that was pulled under the projection of street lights, lonely and fragile, heavy and lonely.

Emma opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't know what she should say, comfort, greetings, jokes, care, or as if nothing had happened? This made Emma a little annoyed. She was eager to communicate with Lance, but her chaotic brain couldn't think of a suitable topic, as if a thick wall was created around Lance, blocking everyone.

At this moment, Ian walked forward, holding a lighter in his right hand. The spark hit by flints became bright in the shadows. Lance subconsciously took a small step back, trying to get a distance away. After confirming the identity of the person coming, he lowered his vigilance, put the cigarette butt over, and placed it under the flame to ignite it. In the storm of smoke, Lance's eyebrows began to blur.

"Emma." Percy's voice interrupted Emma's attention. She shyly retracted her gaze and looked up at Percy who was about three steps away. She bit her lip and wanted to ask "Lance is okay, right?" But when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed, quickly followed Percy's pace, and walked towards the direction of Bruce and others.

Ian stood quietly, penetrated the thick smoke, looked at Lance, and the curve of the corners of his mouth was unconsciously outlined.

In fact, this is the Lance in his memory. He is so popular and wanton, and often he can't hide his emotions. He seems to have a steady stream of vitality all over his body. When his eyes turn, he will come up with a ghost idea. After each prank is successful, he will laugh proudly. Even if the prank fails or even retribution comes to him, he will laugh out loud without caring - and then try every means to find the place back. Even if he closes his eyes, he can feel the smell of sunshine on his body.

Lance always believed that it was Theo, Govin and him who saved his life, but only they themselves knew that without Lance's arrival, the three of them would have been unable to hold on, and that dark life almost killed all their hopes. Maybe Theo would kill Frank and run away; maybe Govin would enter the army and die in some unknown small village; maybe he would wander on the streets and start a drug dealer.

Until now, Ian clearly remembered the night when Lance was sent to Strello's house. He was only three years old and couldn't stand firmly. He was wearing a thin T-shirt and a wide cotton jacket that was not fit at all. He dragged it to the ground long, his cheeks were red from the cold. He stood at the door and looked around curiously. Fiona and Frank pretended to send the social worker out. Then he stared at the big blue eyes, carefully grabbed Theo's hand, raised his head, and showed a bright smile, "Is there any cake here?"

Gao Wen was amused by Lance's naive words and said angrily, "No! There are only canned beans, do you want them?"

"Are canned beans sweet?" This was Lance's answer, which made even Theo laugh. God, he had forgotten at that time, how long has it been since he laughed, a month or two? Or after he arrived at the Strailo house?

After a brief joy, Fiona and Frank came back, and they threw the child into the basement directly, not even giving Lance food. Frank went out to drink, and Fiona fainted from taking drugs again. They simply forgot that a new child came to their home, so that Lance had a high fever in the middle of the night, and his whole body was as hot as an erupting volcano. If Theo hadn't forced the basement door to break open...

Later, Lance woke up in his arms, and his thin body seemed to fall apart with a little force, forcing him to be careful. However, when Lance woke up, he looked at him with a bright smile, and his throat, which became extremely dry due to the fever, made an ugly and hoarse voice, "Tell you, I have a licorice in my pocket, do you want to eat it?" He sat in the place like a fool and cried in a deep voice.

But those years can never come back. First, Fiona and Frank, then Ryan Cavalug, Tucker Toure and Jason Berkeley, the carefree and sunny Reims, was forgotten in the long river of time.

Ian's right hand, which was placed in his pants pocket, tightened gently into a fist, and the muscles of his arm were vaguely ached because he used too much force, but this made his heart breathe. He didn't care who was right or wrong, nor did he care about justice and morality. He only knew that he wanted those of them to pay the price, the painful price, even if it was not a waste of means.

"So, you called me here for this?" Ian said in a teasing voice, which made Lance roll his eyes speechlessly and said unhappily, "If you don't want to, you can choose to call here." Ian shrugged, "Believe me, I won't be willing to miss this scene just now." The teasing tone was really ridiculous.

Ian turned around and looked, "If you don't rush to turn on the computer, go out with me?"

Lance originally wanted to refuse, but now he was pretending to be in his mind. After telling Ian, he would clarify his clues. This was also a good thing. Thinking of this, Lance took the initiative to walk towards the exit of the studio. When he arrived at the door, the women were still chatting, but when he saw Lance's figure, he collectively stopped his voice. After Lance left, a depressed laughter broke out. But Lance's steps did not pause at all.

When he came to the studio, the dazzling sunlight made Lance frown. Although there was plenty of light inside and outside the shed, natural light and artificial light were still different. Lance raised his cigarette and took a sip, but found that a cigarette had been finished. He touched his pocket and planned to get another one. Then he saw the rainbow candy handed to him. Ian's voice came over, "It's not the time for the greatest pressure yet."

Ian seemed to mean something. Lance took the Rainbow Candy, took it apart, and threw it into his mouth one by one, "So, how much do you know?"

"Nothing." Ian curled his lips, "I just heard Percy say that you met with two senior executives of large film companies one after another, and coupled with the current box office results of "killing with a knife", I guess that maybe the company has ushered in another good opportunity for development, but facing greater risks, you are starting to worry about gains and losses."

Lance opened his mouth to refute, but Ian shook his head and stopped him, "Lance, tell me, I guessed wrong." Lance swallowed his words and avoided his sight. This was the best answer, and Ian let out a sigh of relief.

"Lance, you know, this is normal. Because none of us have experienced it. Maybe at the beginning we were facing ten million, twenty million, and then we were dealt with one hundred million, two million, or even one billion, two billion. This is an inevitable process, with greater opportunities and greater risks. Otherwise, why do you think most of the CEOs have heart disease, and there are countless people who jump off the building on Wall Street. Because the cost of failure is getting bigger and bigger, everyone will start to be afraid. In the end, a failure involves not only oneself, but even thousands of families."
Chapter completed!