"Son of War! Son of War! Son of War!"

The thunderous shouts surrounded the cabin, as if the tongue could taste the restlessness and madness in the air. The violently vibrated eardrums began to pull the temples and jump violently. Everyone in the cabin was quiet and fell into a peaceful silence. Everyone looked at each other and could see similar emotions in each other's eyes: confusion, excitement, nervousness, excitement.

The box office miracle of "Rampant Road" in North America has made the crew members full of strong confidence. They have made enough psychological preparations for various situations that may be encountered in European publicity, but after they have actually visited the scene, such a scene cannot be outlined even if it is only one in ten thousand grand occasions in front of them, it is enough to completely explode the brain.

Looking out from the plane window, the boiling crowd was everywhere. The plane was like an isolated island in the vast ocean, completely surrounded by people from all directions; deafening sounds were everywhere, and every air factor seemed to be filled with restless fanaticism, and even breathing could deeply feel the enthusiasm of losing control.

Lance could clearly feel that everyone's gaze pressure fell on his shoulders, hoping that he could give an instruction, but the problem was that this was also the first time for Lance. Lance never knew that a movie could actually trigger such a madness, and that movie fans could actually create such a grand occasion.

However, the nervousness just slipped through his heart, and then a strong confidence burst out between his heart's beating. This is the moment he dreamed of, isn't it? This thrilling adventure has now truly entered the track, and he must enjoy every moment.

"Don't be afraid, spread your arms, embrace this fanaticism, and learn to enjoy your own moment." Lance stood up, buttoned the first button of the suit, glanced around the faces in front of him who were trapped in a state of shock, and a curve of confidence was drawn out, "Now, are you ready?" After that, Lance turned around and walked towards the cabin door, signaling the flight attendant to open the cabin door.

There was footsteps behind him. Turning back, Lance saw Emma, ​​who was straightened and slender, appearing in sight. He couldn't help but be surprised. His eyebrows raised slightly. He thought that Giselle or Charlize would come first, after all, they had seen big scenes.

Emma's agile eyes were filled with smiles, she clenched her fists and waved them twice, "It's beginning! Everything is finally about to begin!" The uncontrollable excitement came from the corner of her mouth to the depths of her eyes, as if she was more confident than Lance herself.

The last tantrum in Lance's heart disappeared quietly, which made him lower his eyes, looked away, and did not respond to Emma. "I guess two-thirds of the time were for Lance." Charlize's joking words took over Emma's topic. You could see from the perspective of his eyes that Charlize and Gisele came over one after another, Michael, Percy and others also left and stood up, and the spacious cabin suddenly seemed crowded.

"Mr. Strello." As soon as the flight attendant finished speaking, he opened the cabin door. The rolling heat wave rushed in without any obstacles. In an instant, the temperature in the entire airport rose by three or four degrees, and restlessness and heat danced wildly on his skin.

Without hesitation, Lance took a step forward, walked to the cabin door, and stood in front of the safety ladder. The black sea of ​​people spread out magnificently, as if there was no end at all. What was even more incredible was that the glass wall in the waiting hall was also filled with people. The dense sea of ​​people seemed to almost squeeze the glass wall. Even though it was five hundred yards, even through the glass wall, you could still deeply feel the cheering and surging rush of everyone behind.

"Ahhhh!" Alice could no longer control herself. She just saw a man in a light blue suit top. Because the distance was too far, she couldn't see her face clearly. But she knew that it was Lance, that was Lance. No one could imitate that unique aura. The surging emotions broke through the shackles of reason in an instant. Then she didn't know what was going on, so she started screaming, "Ahhhhh!"

Fanaticism occupied Alice's entire brain. She just shouted wildly, shouting with all her heart, as if she was about to squeeze out the last trace of energy in her body, and venting it with great pleasure, "Ahhhh!" She finally saw Lance, and the long wait finally came to an end at this moment, and her heart was about to explode. The feeling of suffocation that could not breathe was so real that she could not think at all - she didn't want to think, but just enjoyed this moment. The roar of tide and tide roar in her ears. The sound of "Ah" became the voice of everyone's heart, which made Alice shout for no reason. Before she knew it, tears wet her cheeks, and the scorching heat almost burned her face, but she couldn't feel the pain, just burst into tears, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself.

Roar exploded.

Lance only felt a sudden thunder sound in his ears, and his weak eardrums were suffering tremendous pain, and even began to buzz. The illusion of tides surging in his direction was created in his sight. The majestic momentum that was as magnificent as nature made the clouds over London dimly eclipse, as if the clouds were beginning to disperse, revealing a trace of thin sunshine.

Lance kept smiling, raised his right hand and waved at the crowd in front of him. Then he heard the shouts of "Ahhhhh" completely lost control. He was as sharp as a warm butter knife. He gently cut open the layers of stuffy heat. A gust of wind swept over, and in a trance it seemed as if he had returned to the shooting scene of the "Raging Road". The vastness of Namibia and the vastness of the plateau spread out in front of him, pinching all the words of amazement in his throat.

The screams had begun to deform, and the momentum was pressed down magnificently. The surging of the whole audience actually felt a sense of magnificence of the end of the world.

Charlize, who was standing behind Lance, didn't notice for a moment, was actually stumbled by the wave of air and staggered back half a step. Fortunately, Giselle and Emma, ​​who were standing next to her, helped her to avoid falling. But Charlize was still a little stunned. The grand scene was even more incredible than she thought.

Charlize couldn't help but smile and shook her head, "God, this trip to London is probably more lively than the American publicity period." Then she turned around and shouted to the others behind her, "Girls, guys, cheer up, our moment is here!" Amid the deafening screams, she tried her best, and the voice was only spread a little, and the natural sense of insignificance seemed to be standing in front of the miracle of nature.

Lance began to take steps and walked down the stairs. Charlize adjusted his breathing and followed. After walking out of the cabin, the body-sensing temperature rose in a straight line but was messy in the storm, as if the whole time and space were in chaos. Charlize had to grab the handrail, stabilize her steps, and waved her hand in a manner, but she soon regretted it - because this action actually triggered another torrent of roar on the scene. The chaos of the air made her skirt flutter, and her footsteps almost couldn't move. However, Charlize had no time to worry about these. The screams surging from all directions made her blood boil, and her irrepressible excitement penetrated into her limbs, and her smile couldn't help but bloom.

After Lance and Charlize, Giselle appeared first, then Michael, then Emma and Candice... The main actors of the "Raging Road" crew appeared one after another, and the atmosphere on the scene also pushed to an incredible climax step by step. Just when people thought the atmosphere could not be more enthusiastic, the madness on the scene once again broke people's guesses, and the entire Heathrow Airport was in a state of jubilation.

Lance's footsteps finally came to the ground. Although all the people were blocked by security personnel and a passage about three meters wide was empty in the middle, the realism of entering the sea of ​​people still surged in an instant. Unlike the shock that was condescending just now, this sense of reality is more urgent and direct now. It seems that the sound of cells exploding one by one can be clearly heard, and the explosion of adrenaline cannot stop at all. Even the fireworks on July 4th seem to be overshadowed at this moment.

In the eyes, except for people, all the people were full of people. Faces that turned red due to frenzy were surging in an interlaced manner. Then a sound of sound came out again, from weak to strong, gradually, slowly began to climb upwards and gradually became clear. "Son of War!" finally replaced the screams, twisted into a rope again, and stirred up in a mighty way, "Son of War! Son of War! Son of War!"

It seemed like a word that didn't have any special words, but at this time it was given a new meaning at Heathrow Airport. Every fan of "Raging Road" and every fan of Lance, they became the sons of war, embraced faith, insisted on faith, and crawled on the ground devoutly, offering their highest respect, their fanaticism, their paranoia, and their purity, became the brightest scenery in the history of the film. Such treatment is not just before. The ancients were also unsuccessful. The "Raging Road" has inadvertently risen to the height of "Star Wars". This is the best affirmation of Lance, but it is also the heaviest burden - can Lance build the wasteland world in the subsequent sequels? Can the wasteland culture be further deepened and truly form the entire wasteland universe? Whether it is the trilogy or multiple series, can "Mad Max" withstand the test of time and become a brand?
Chapter completed!