Ethan Watt let out a long breath, but found that his heart was still beating violently and could only take a deep breath again. As Hayden's assistant, he had worked with Lance many times, but this was the first time he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of a camera, and it was the first scene in the "Raging Road" movie. The indescribable pressure made Ethan's mouth dry. The familiar voice of Hayden came from the intercom on his waist, "Cast No. 4!"

Hayden held on to the heaviest flight number 4, and then the third and second flight number 2 also heard certain sounds. Ethan felt a little sweaty in his palms. He looked at Lance, who was standing not far away, swallowed, and then nodded to Albert, who was standing not far away, indicating that he was ready.

Everyone in the audience stared at the breath with breath, silent.

Lance stood on the hill with his back to the entire crew, and was docked by dusty interceptors. The white clouds on the horizon were layered on the mint blue sky, and the orange-red sunlight shone down, outlining the continuous mountains and boundless deserts in the distance.

It was just a back, but the wide shoulders, slender legs, strong figure, thick jacket, and dirty boots showed a completely different temperament, violent, raging, domineering, and tough, far from the usual impression of Lance. It was like a complete stranger. It made people involuntarily think of the set of photos taken by Lance for "Using a Knife to Kill" during the "Borrowing a Knife" promotion last year. If you remember correctly, that set of photos included the "Crazy Max" series style! Now, Lance has become the real Max. Is this a coincidence or a fate?

The camera slowly pulled from top to bottom, and then slowly pulled closer. Suddenly, Lance raised his left foot and stepped hard towards the ground with his heel, and crushed it hard. He quickly raised his left foot and used inertia to bring the things on the soles of his feet. He took his right hand down and stuffed it directly into his mouth. He slowly turned around, revealing a side, and his sharp eyes penetrated the messy hair. The blue eyes hidden under the shadow of his eyelashes made people unable to look at it at all. The decadent beard blocked most of his cheeks, and his chin was chewing at one time. It was obvious that he was enjoying the "food" hunted under his feet just now, primitive and rough, and the blasting and tough aura came to his face.

This is not Lance, but Max, the crazy Max.

Max's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was listening to the sound behind him. The air was silent and there was no movement, but Max sniffed his nose gently, then turned around simply, grabbed the luggage on the ground and threw it into the car, got in the car, left the starter engine and ran away. The whole movement was completed in less than a few seconds. It seemed that before the audience could react, the interceptor's figure had disappeared into a dusty area.

The rolling black smoke of diesel and the rolling sandstorm of the desert flipped in the air, and then slowly settled down. The surroundings were still quiet, as if there were no living organisms.

"Boom! Boom!" The cumbersome voice came along the wind, from far to near, and in an instant, Max's actions just now were reasonably explained. Sure enough, the scavengers appeared immediately, and the vast team raised large swaths of sand and dust. The sky that had just shined became blurred again. They shouted and laughed, chasing in the direction where Max disappeared.

After Lance got into the car, he held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The road on the hill was very bumpy, and the steering wheel began to shake violently. Even after using all his strength, he could still feel the steering wheel jumping up and down in his palm. But even so, Lance still did not relax. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom of the slope and the car rushed to the bottom of the slope.

"Relax." Andrew, who was originally lying in the rear seat, sat up straight and shouted loudly. The sound came out of his helmet. After the interceptor was modified, the engine was very strong. If he kept stepping on the accelerator to the end, the sudden brake would create a lot of sand and dust. Once it was captured by the camera lens, it means that their next position change will reveal flaws, so Andrew asked Lance to release the accelerator.

After just after the rehearsal, Lance was already very familiar with it. After hearing the order, he slowly released the accelerator and stopped the car accurately at the bottom of the hillside. The rear of the car only brought a faint dust, which would not attract attention. Then Lance sat in the passenger seat neatly. Andrew climbed from the back seat to the driver's seat. In the small space, the two big men could not stretch at all. Andrew's heel accidentally kicked Lance's head. This frightened Andrew, and he couldn't help but stop. Lance shouted, "Quick! Quick!" Andrew didn't have time to think, so he quickly sat in the driver's seat and then tied his seat belt.

Lance immediately tied the seat belt, but did not wear a helmet, but just pulled the hat to win over. For the smooth shooting of the scene, Lance decided to give up the helmet after repeated consideration, but the danger was too high, so Lance used a little trick. He put a layer of cushioning pad on his head, then put on a wig, and finally added a hat to the costume to use the hat to block possible flaws.

To this end, Lance added a plot to the script, that is, after Max was caught, all his hair was cut off, which was an extremely valuable property in the base of Immortal Old Joe. In this way, the character setting and story framework became more full. When Lance completed the script changes in less than twenty minutes, everyone in the crew was stunned.

Andrew pulled the seat belt, and after he made sure to tie it up, he did not set off immediately, but reached out to pull Lalans's seat belt. Without wearing a helmet, the seat belt was Lance's lifeline. Andrew knew that his responsibility was heavy, so he would never take it lightly. Then Andrew saw Lance pulling out a neck pillow from under his feet and stuffing it to the back of his neck, which made Andrew stunned. Lance said casually, "Don't worry, I am the one who doesn't want to die the most." Andrew didn't know how to react for a moment, so Lance patted his arm and "Drive."

The whole process was completed in less than thirty seconds. I just rehearsed eight times, and now the results have finally been calculated.

Andrew immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the interceptor flew out like an arrow from a string. Unlike Lance driving on the hill just now, Andrew drove directly into the desert. After adding the accelerator, the roar of the engine reached the extreme, and that kind of rapid experience ran wildly in his blood.

Hayden carried the camera, constantly moving forward and backward to adjust his pace. From a distance, he saw the figure of the interceptor first. He knew that Lance and Andrew had successfully completed the exchange. He subconsciously looked back at the No. 3 camera position, but then he reacted. He had to focus on his work, quickly retract his gaze, and began to move horizontally, adjust his gaze as the interceptor position. Then, the scavengers behind the interceptor appeared, and the vast convoy raised the ground and dust. The reddish-brown mountains were mysterious and magnificent, magnificent and majestic under the blue sky as clear as water. The convoy, which was as big as a fingertip, gradually began to enlarge, and the sand and dust behind him became more and more surging, just like... surfing in the desert.

Back and back, Hayden kept moving backwards. The interceptor was about twenty yards later than expected and was caught by the scavengers. The two chariots completed the encirclement of the interceptor. In the sand and dust, the spears like hedgehogs behind the chariot were shaking, and the figures of the motorcycle soldiers were looming, which made people feel the illusion of thousands of troops. Then the scavengers' chariot hit the interceptor hard. The interceptor braked urgently, turned hard, and then... flew up into the air, causing a large number of bright red sandstorms to flip in the air. Hayden stood still in a daze, but his subconscious movements did not stop at all, and accurately pointed the camera at the interceptor who was like a top.

Lance felt that he was about to vomit, and the car suddenly flew up, and it seemed as if he suddenly fell into weightlessness. He grabbed the seat belt with both hands, leaned straight towards the backrest, pressing the soft neck pillow to the extreme, and his muscles were tense. But this was useless. His whole body began to shake with the car's rolling, his head shaking forward and backward, and then hit the back of the chair hard. The violent impact was heard, as if someone was hitting the back of the head one after another with a hammer.

His hands were about to get out of control, Lance was about to bite his teeth, clenched his fists, held his seat belt tightly, and stretched his feet hard, and his whole body was like a round bowstring, tensing to the extreme. Even so, Lance still felt the internal organs rolling up and down, and the pain was indescribable at all. It was not a sharp stinging pain, but a muffled pain like a full-strength boxing, as if it penetrated the pain nerve and penetrated directly into the soul. The tight teeth kept stuttering up and down, and there was a danger of biting the tip of his tongue at any time, which forced Lance to hold his breath and temporarily stop the movement of his entire lungs and throat.

Rolling, it was still rolling, everything seemed to slow down countless times. Lance could even see the rolling smoke around him spinning like a kaleidoscope. When he played back, it seemed that he could never stop and fell into a dead cycle. Then the whole car hit the ground hard, and the fierce collision made Lance fall into weightlessness again, his limbs were out of control, and he felt that every joint in his body was dislocated.
Chapter completed!