Lance pushed open the door and saw Percy standing not far from the door. Then the noise in the whole space came into view. He nodded at Percy, and then walked directly to the open space in front of the stage... In an instant, all the noise disappeared, silent.

Lance raised his eyebrows, obviously very satisfied with the effect, which saved him a lot of trouble. In his sight, George Miller could be seen sitting next to Hayden, with an affable smile on his face. The two of them had a look in exchange, and Lance said directly, "Very good, then let's get into the topic."

When Lance just left the hotel, he obviously felt the paparazzi's stalking. It seemed that Warner Bros. and Sony Pictures were about to start taking action. So Lance went around the hospital and sneaked away from the back door, which was delayed. However, Lance had no intention of explaining at this time.

"Each draft you have in your hands is a fragment of the story. I need you to complete the entire story clip and then evolve into a movie shot, not a computer special effects shot, all of which are shot. So, use your imagination, but don't get out of reality and bring the real shock to the extreme. This is the goal." Lance said simply and clearly, but there was no beginning or end. Everyone in the room was stunned and didn't know how to deal with it. "So, what's the problem?"

Lance looked around for a week, but found that no one spoke. He snapped his fingers and asked loudly, "No one has any problems?"

"You should at least give us a direction." In the end, Hayden was the first to speak, "For example, what is the storyline?"

"Chasing War." Lance's answer was simple and neat, "This is a chase war that takes place in the desert, where bad people chase good people." The twenty-five painters in front of him will help Lance build the goal of the entire visual effect, clarify the order of the storyline and the shooting method, and they will use brushes to present a shocking picture based on reality but transcend reality. However, Lance does not intend to explain it too much, so that even if the news leaks, he will always leave room for maneuver.

"So, what's going on with this painting?" George raised the draft in his hand and was the first to ask.

Lance walked forward, took the drawing, and then retreated back to his original position again, turning the drawing to the audience, "Look, there are nine cars here in total." This is a drawing from a back perspective. There are nine cars scattered in the desert, but each car has different shapes, and its eyes are 'blurred' and chaotic' that make people not know where to look. "The car in the center is a good person's car. I hope it is a tanker truck, but not a simple tanker truck. It can also be used for attack, bulldozing, and even used as a bunker in a sandstorm, so it will be relatively bulky, more like..."

"Mobile arsenal." George continued.

Lance nodded, "Moving arsenal! You can see that two medium-sized cars are pinching the tanker, trying their best to slow down the tanker further. At the same time, all the cars scattered around are bad people. I hope to appear completely different, just as each car is a pieced together from an abandoned car factory, but at the same time they all have their own personality."

"For example, is that hedgehog car?" Finally, someone was inspired by George and spoke boldly.

Lance looked over and said with satisfaction, nodded, "Yes, for example, hedgehog car, I don't need any practicality. What I need is the metal rock style flowing in my bones, with distinct and bold personal characteristics. Everyone can play it with it, and even design his master based on these vehicles, which is an otaku, a geek, a serial killer, an idiot, and so on. But the premise is that our crew can do it, and what I want is not Batman's Batmobile or a 007 concept car." After this sentence, Jennifer started to whistle the first time and started to cheer, which made everyone else laugh.

Lance ignored Jennifer and continued, "There is no storyline here. Just imagine how things will get out of control when the chase begins. Everyone can do their best according to their imagination. For example..." Lance searched around and looked around, "Who has that draft in his hand... the hedgehog car hit the oil tanker, and then scattered into countless pieces..." Someone immediately found it and handed it to Lance, "It's great, that's it. All the car parts are flying all over the sky, and the background is yellow sand. Don't forget, this is the desert, and there is no water source." Lance's sketching skills are really average, so he did not show the characteristics of the desert. However, at this time, listening to Lance's words, everyone on the scene painted it in his mind...

The sandstorm that covered the sky and the earth was galloping like heavy weapons, causing waves of yellow sand. Then the debris of the vehicle burst into scattered flowers in the explosion. The earth-shaking roar and explosion sound came from the ears. The strong flames and rolling smoke mixed with the sandstorm, but the sky under the background was as clear as a lake. The extreme color contrast brought amazing visual impact, making the adrenaline fully burst out.

"Go back to this draft," Lance turned back to the original topic, "Hedgehog cars, classic cars, weightlifting cars, small tankers, and even "mysteries" Cooper... Each car will discharge exhaust gas and drag long dust out, just like every car is flying kites, rolling smoke and dust spread all over the sky." The sound of astonishment could be heard in the room, but Lance shook his head and continued, "And these nine cars are just the first tier, and there are a large force behind them, just like the "flower" cars of the holiday parade, and you will be able to use your imagination. At that time, when you take a photo from a high altitude, there will be a spectacular scene of galloping horses."

"It's just that they are all vehicles." Someone said again.

"Yes, it's just that it's all vehicles." Lance repeated to agree, "We will present the miracle of nature in the way of industrial revolution."

At this moment, the room finally became lively, and everyone couldn't help but start talking about it. They were still strangers, and they didn't even know each other's names. However, the surging thoughts in their minds began to ignite under the guidance of Lance, and everyone could not control their excitement.

"What about this draft?" A young face in the crowd stood up, one of the twenty-five paintings' hands, and his eyes burst out with incredible light. Under the attention of everyone, he quickly stepped forward and handed the draft to Lance. Then he saw Lance's lips gently swaying, revealing an interesting expression. He couldn't help but say, "This idea is really incredible! You are a genius!"

Lance raised his eyebrows, with a natural expression, but no response.

Kirk-norman only felt his voice trembling, and he walked back to his position one after another. The rumors were true, all of them were true. Lance was a genius with countless fantasy ideas. Kirk could not find any accurate words to describe his mood at this time. He was just glad that he appeared in this room and became one of them. It was like... it was like the Paris Commune was secretly gathering, brewing a storm that changed the whole world.

"I didn't draw this draft well. My real intention is..." Lance admitted his mistake simply and neatly. Sketching was not his strength, otherwise there would be no need to hire so many painters to complete the task. "The right side of the picture is a sandstorm. You can imagine... more than a dozen tornadoes erupted at the same time, causing a disaster in the Sahara Desert..." Such a scale is even more magnificent and shocking than the scene of ice and snow in the "day acquired". "The rolling sandstorm was like Godzilla, opening its bloody mouth, ready to swallow its prey. Everyone was fleeing everywhere, but our good-looking vehicles knew that this was the only way to live, so they moved forward without hesitation, and only followed a few chariots behind them..."

"How many cars are there?" A voice suddenly sounded, but the question seemed a little idiotic. In an instant, everyone looked over, and the person who asked the question suddenly became embarrassed.

Lance looked down and looked at it carefully, "One car, only one car." The storyline in his mind awakened, "This car is a fanatic among the bad guys, desperately trying to catch the prey and make great achievements, so he stepped forward without hesitation. You can see that although the sandstorm on the right only accounts for one-third of the proportion, this is the focus of this picture."

In order to highlight the magnificence of the sandstorm, the cars on the draft were only the size of an ant, and the extreme gap could not be directly reflected on the draft. At this time, when Lance explained, everyone suddenly realized it. When they thought about the actual shot, the shock exploded deep in their minds again.

Lance hopes to use the spatial ratio between heaven and earth to present this extreme contrast within a limited picture. The biggest difference between "Crazy Max 4" and "After acquired" is to show the stage. The shock of "After acquired" comes from the disaster that has been continuously spreading across the earth; while all the stories of "Crazy Max 4" take place in the endless desert, which will make the audience lose their sense of space and direction, so Lance must use the sky and the earth as a ruler to highlight this shock.
Chapter completed!