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879 Silence

The flames burned the sky, and the red with plasma and explosion on the screen seemed to penetrate the barriers of the four dimensions, reflecting the entire screening room into red. Everyone was bathed in blood, and blood and dust were stained in sight, pores, and skin. The immersive sense of reality spread the tragic and tragic atmosphere. The camera that slowed down ten times disintegrated the car, the cliff collapsed, and the explosive process was perfectly presented. In a trance, people recalled the technique that Michael Bay was best at, but the rich emotions contained in the Lance camera were far more than that.

Tears slid down quietly. Edward raised his right hand in a little embarrassed manner and wiped the traces on his cheeks. His surging emotions rushed around his chest, but he could not find a catharsis.

From Ferosa and Max on their way home again, the epic battle made adrenaline explode to death and serious injury on everyone without exception. The fragility of life is in the colorful shot without any mercy to the heroic spirit of unity and the determination to die together. Even Cheato stood up and finally reached the end of the battle to the extreme fanaticism of Nax.

Nax finally ran to the Valhalla. He died, he lived, he was resurrected from the dead, and in the end, he became the man who dominated the sun.

The battle scenes of ups and downs, and the flowing water continued for fifteen minutes, but there was no gap in breathing. They rushed to a destructive ending, just like Icarus flying towards the sun, flapping his wings and flying high with his wings. The strong sunlight melted the sealing wax, but he did not realize that his wings had dispersed. He was just excited, embracing the sun with anticipation, and sprinting forward without hesitation.

Tears slid down for the second time. This time, Edward gave up, just letting the warm tears blur their vision, allowing emotions to rage in his mind.

A dazzling sunlight on the horizon guided the scarred Gigabit Horse to continue moving forward, but the seriously injured Ferosa was already dying. The powerful Ferosa, the brave Ferosa, and the brave Ferosa, were like fishes that had left the water, lying on the ground in the carriage and unable to breathe, covered in blood stains, and the light in his eyes was dissipating little by little.

"Why did she make such a strange sound?" Qido's voice trembled, and tears of pain flashed in Kepabo's eyes.

"She is sucking air into her chest." The few survivors in the tribe said, "With every breath, her lungs slowly shrink." Even the tribute to the prophet could no longer bear it, and Yu Xin twisted his head unbearably. Daige held the seed box of the tribe's grandmother, curled up in a ball, hid in the corner, crossed his hands tightly, and prayed silently.

"I understand." Max let go of both hands holding Ferosa's right hand, bent down and found a dagger from the tool box, aiming it at Ferosa's waist that was slightly higher. "I'm really sorry." After saying that, Max stabbed the dagger without hesitation. Ferosa's pupils suddenly dilated, and his upper body stood upright due to severe pain. Daige next to him was already crying.

"I know, I know." Max comforted in a low voice, but the movement in his hand did not stop. He took out the bandage and handed it to the Prophet. "Pack up the wound and press it tightly." Then Max's owner Ferrosa's neck, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, like the setting sun slowly falling from the sky, "Hey, I'm back home."

Ferosa's lips curled gently, but she slid down weakly.

Aaron heard the low sobs coming from behind, tears completely broke out, and all the light in his sight burst out, pain and despair completely collapsed in Ferosa's angry words "Go home". Max picked up Ferosa and pressed his forehead against her forehead. Only Ferosa murmured softly, "Go home." Aaron clenched his fists and bit his lower lip. He didn't even have time to worry about his tears-stained embarrassment, but just avoided himself from revealing any sound and destroying this moment.

"No, no, no, no, no." Max said in a low voice, his voice trembled slightly invisibly, but he pressed it down, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes and then became decisive. Looking at Ferosa who closed her eyes and gradually lost her vitality, Max shook his head, "She lost too much blood."

"The battle has exhausted all her blood." A hint of crying was also added to the words of the prophet, and his eyes were blankly looking at Ferosa who seemed to have fallen asleep in front of him.

"Stand, hold on." Max kept repeating, and his violently vibrated pupils leaked his inner panic. With the help of Deger, Max penetrated his blood vessels and began to transfusion blood for Ferosa. "Stand!" Max gently picked up Ferosa's head and tried to wake her up helplessly. Looking at the lips that were completely bloodless, Max bit his teeth hard, and the chaos deep in his eyes suddenly calmed down, "Max." He whispered.

"Woo." Javier heard a sob beside him, as if it was Rex McCann, a reporter from Variety Magazine, but he did not dare to look back, fearing that tears would slide down from his eyes as soon as he turned around. He looked at Max, who was covered in blood on the screen, the ruthless Max, the Max with thorns all over his body, and a trace of tenderness that could melt the whole world.

"My name is Max."

Javier's tears finally broke. At this moment, he saw Max and even Lance. Just the simplest sentence was better than all the thousands of words in this world, and completely vented the emotions that were mixed to the extreme. Max tried his best to grasp the last glimmer of hope and tightly grasped the pain in his pupils, which became extremely fragile due to fear of loss, flashed by under the bloody sunset.

Max looked down at Ferosa in his hand and tried to say something, but he didn't say anything after all. Then he saw Ferosa's mouth tugging gently, but then he wrinkled in pain, his eyes were still tightly closed, and his voice was soft like a butterfly falling on the petals, "Hey, Max."

Javier himself didn't realize it. He couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists, lifted them up and waved them gently. His emotions could not be expressed at all, nor could he vent his feelings. He could only clench his fists and clench them hard. He could clearly hear the sound of relief coming from the entire cinema. The kind of glory that had survived the disaster slowly spread in the screening hall, as if they had experienced a life-and-death juncture.

After relaxing, tears could no longer support them and were completely vented.

Max drove back to the base, and he showed the body of Immortal Old Joe at the front of the car, "Immortal Old Joe is dead!" Then Max kicked the body directly, and all the residents rushed forward like hungry wolves to ditches the body directly. The deformed sons who stayed in the base were instantly swallowed by the rebel people. The remaining troops at the base were at a loss.

At this moment, Ferosa walked out of the Gigabit Horse weakly and stood on the front of the car with the help of Max, but she was almost unable to stand steadily. She had to rely on Max's shoulder to avoid the fate of falling. This instant made the people excited. Amid the uniform shouts, the army asked the Gigabit Horse to drive the lift and slowly took them to the headquarters on the cliff. The women who had been imprisoned indoors walked out one after another, opened the sluice gate, and the entire base entered a carnival moment.

"Ferosa!Ferosa!Ferosa!"

Amid the earth-shaking shouts, Max jumped off the platform and disappeared into the crowd. Ferosa turned around and noticed that Max had walked away. She stared at Max's back intently. Max seemed to have noticed it, and stopped, turned around, and the eyes of the two people touched each other in the air.

As his eyes met, Max nodded slightly, and Ferosa also nodded slightly. The trust and tacit understanding were slowly flowing. However, Max's steps did not stop, turned around again and disappeared into the crowd. This time, he could never see it again.

The big screen slowly darkened, and a line of subtitles appeared, "Where should we go, or should we seek a better self in this barren land?"

The subtitles disappeared, and suddenly a line of mottled fonts were smashed out, "Crazy Max: The Furious Road"! The title of the movie only emerged at this moment. The strong shock was like a waterfall venting down, poured into the entire screening room.

Silence, silence, or silence. Everyone was silent, and even the sound of breathing completely disappeared. It is hard to imagine that in the entire shoulder-to-shoulder space, there was no sound from all the audience. The silence but stirred up the storm. If it were not for personal experience, no one would believe it. Silence is more powerful than roar, silence is more lively than scream, silence is more profound than dialogue, and silence is more surging than catharsis. But at this moment, this is the case in the screening hall of the Chinese Theater. The slowly spreading silence expresses the shock, excitement, excitement, surprise, surprise, panic, happiness and other emotions in the hearts of the audience. Even in the darkness, you can clearly feel the surging emotions colliding violently.

No words or actions are needed, just enjoying this moment of silence and feeling the ultimate experience brought by the art of movies. Until the title of the movie disappears on the big screen, then a line of subtitles appear immediately, "Director: Lancelot Strello", the handwriting is like a gigabit horse and a war mast, full of metal texture, covered with the decadence of the wasteland doomsday, and appears clearly on the big screen. It is like magic, relieving the silence that is tense to the extreme, boiling to the extreme but turning into nothingness.

Almost at the same time, at the same pace, everyone stood up and applauded. The applause of "papapapapapa" was louder than the thunder, more surging than the waves, and more hotter than the sun. It directly engulfed the entire Chinese theater with an air of radiance.

Boom! Boom boom boom! To be continued.
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