King of Hollywood

“You know, I was really angry at the restaurant scene, I finally found a feeling, but Dan ruined it, and I really wanted to kill him at that moment!” Kate spoke angrily and forked the bacon from the plate with a fork, as if that was Dennis.

“I have to warn you, Kate, you can't eat it if you poke it.” Adrian said in his spare time.

“I can eat even if I poke it in the meat!” Kate grunted, slicing a small piece into her mouth, and the moist red lips chewed up really well.

As they dined and chatted, they talked about the filming of the time and Kate's many questions, naturally speaking about one of Kate's most hateful things. Those scenes in the restaurant were the simplest of all her plays and the least footage to shoot, so Kate always wanted to prove how much she was or how much she was acting, and some people in the crew said privately that she got the part because of Adrian.

Unfortunately, however, in a slightly longer, semi-rotating shot, you can look at it once, but in the end, Dennis suddenly sneezes, and the whole shot has to start over. If that's all, but I don't know what's going on, there will always be minor problems in the next shoot, either Kate suddenly forgets the lines, or the lighter's light is out of alignment, or the photographer's lens is wrong... In short, these minor problems have not been broken in the course of tens of minutes of shooting, and it took me almost a dozen times to finally count.

How could Kate not be angry at Adrian for complaining and counting Dennis?

“Looks like I should put the booze scene behind me.” Adrian whispered.

Kate glanced at him with anger, reacting with a slight glance. There was a shot of Kate messing with Dennis, spitting in the tube and giving it to him when he was sick, and Dennis really drank it. It goes without saying what Adrian means here.

“Are you planning on never forgetting?!” Kate gritted her teeth and asked.

“Why forget? Isn't that true?” Adrian Haha laughed, but he quickly waved and shifted the subject: “Let's not compare the footage, Kate. Actually, your progress is obvious. Even I was studying myself, and this shoot taught me a lot of things. ”

“I'm not trying to compare, I'm just... a little depressed.” Kate dropped her fork and pounded her mouth, holding her cheeks out of the glass with one hand, as her short, masculine hair cut for shooting made her look pure and cute.

Adrian shook her head with a smile and stretched her hand to comfort her face: “Don't think about it so much. It's Thanksgiving these days. We'll go back and let me think about where we'll take you tomorrow. ”

“Got it -" Kate said as she dragged on her long voice, as well as her tall, nasally arched Adrian's palms.

It should be a pleasant and sweet afternoon, if not a subsequent one.

“It's a robbery. Everybody stay in your seats! Repeat, it's a robbery! If you don't want to die, be honest with us!” Two white men suddenly jumped out of their chairs, pulled out their pistols and waved and yelled.

I knew it! Adrian flipped his eyes unconsciously. It's not far from the Los Angeles Slum Kiln, and security is far worse than in several other districts, and if it weren't for the famous flea market here, he would never have brought Kate.

I thought it was too early to go home after eating. I didn't think anything would happen. Did these guys really get their heads in? Robbing in the middle of the day and still robbing restaurants. Adrian frowned slightly and grabbed Kate's pale hand.

“Don't be afraid, it'll be fine.” Adrian whispered, "Just do what they say later, it's daytime and they won't be here long. ”

Kate shook her head and held Adrian's hand tight for a moment.

“Come on, gentlemen! Get your wallets out and put them in this bag. Come on!” A robber came along the table at this point. Though he looked dry and skinny, as if a gust of wind could blow to the ground, the only thing waving in his hand was a revolver with only six rounds of bullets, so that both men and women sitting at the table could take their wallets out and put them in his cloth pockets.

It's perfectly normal that in the United States, one of the most important rules when faced with a robber is to do what he says. At this time, the robber is the boss, and everything he says has to be done. Only a hot guy would want to play a hero. It's not a movie, it's a dead man.

“Here you go, sir, your wallet.” The skinny robber came to Adrian's table.

Sir? Adrian picked an eyebrow and pointed to his jacket pocket: "Okay? ”

“Please hurry, we have no patience.” He grinned at her bandits with a gun, which made him look even more stubborn than the five officials who were already crooked.

“Can we discuss this?” Adrian said calmly while he pulled out his wallet, "I have a few credit cards and some other things in my wallet besides the money, and I'm sure you won't need them. Why don't I give you the money and leave your wallet for you? You still have time. ”

He spoke quickly and hurriedly. The skinny robber sounded a little dizzy and reacted half way: “How much do you have? ”

“$1,400.” Adrian said, pulling out all the banknotes and shaking down his wallet.

The robber had to whistle: “Wow, now that you're rich, you've brought so much money. ”

Adrian couldn't help but laugh in his heart and feel the sight coming from all around him. Took so much cash out of the habits of previous generations, I didn't expect it to be cheap today.

“Okay, you can leave your wallet - it's your turn, miss.” The robber grabbed the green oil bill into the bag and turned around and looked at Kate.

Kate, slightly nervous, took out the pieces of banknotes from the bag and put them on the table. It was about $1,400 that made the robber feel much better. He swept them into the bag without looking at them. Before leaving, he patted Adrian on the shoulder with a friendly pat: "It's okay, it'll be over soon. ”

That's true, as long as the robbers are not mentally ill or the drug addicts are unconscious, as long as the people present cooperate, they will not do anything extraordinary, take the money and leave. After all, robbery and intentional assault, as well as first-degree murder, are two different things, but there are always accidents.

“Stop her, Stan!” The robber on the other side suddenly shouted.

A girl, almost thirteen or four years old, rushed this way in panic. The bandit Stan was stunned and immediately reached out and stopped the way to try to catch her. The panicked girl didn't know what to do. She tripped in panic and ran into Adrian's arms.

Adrian beamed for a few seconds and held the girl in her arms.

“Fucking little bitch," the robber rubbed his hand and rushed in anger, with a cannibalizing fire in his eyes, pointing a gun at Adrian's little girl, “take it out! You hear me? ”

The little girl looked at the mouth of the black hole in a frightened, gorgeous face, but died biting her lip without saying anything.

“I told you to get it out!” The robbers screamed viciously and unloaded the hammer.

Kate next to her was shocked, and Stan was shocked: "Quincy, don't do this. ”

“Shut the fuck up!” Quincy's bandit roared, "and the little fucking bitch bit me! How dare she bite me! ”

At the mouth of the little girl and Adrian, she shivered up and down with excitement, and Kate next to her had to hold her mouth tight to keep her mouth shut. Although Adrian frowned in his heart, he remained calm.

“Please remain calm, sir?” He held his body trembling in his arms with comfort.

“What, what are you trying to say? Are you trying to teach me a lesson, boy?” Quincy looked at Adrian's grumpy remarks.

“No, I don't want any trouble, sir, I just want to remind you," Adrian stood up and pulled the girl behind him, "you don't have much time, and if you delay any longer, the police will come. ”

“You're threatening me!” Quincy, furious, stood at the gunpoint on his head.

“No, sir, I said I was just reminding you," Adrian's color hasn't changed at all, "you're not wise, if it's just a robbery, it's no big deal, but if someone gets hurt or dies, it's going to be bad, so take the money and get out of here before the cops get here, which is good for everyone. ”

Death is not a terrible thing for him as a reborn man, and besides, a robber who can use the word "sir” will not go anywhere vicious.

Sure enough, Quincy showed off her thoughts, and Stan next to her said just right: “He's right, Quincy, the cops are coming. We've had enough for today, so let's get out of here. ”

After a few seconds, Quincy finally retracted her pistol, a move that greatly relieved Kate next door.

“Well, we do have to go, but," Quincy said, referring to the little girl hiding behind Adrian, “the little bitch has to give her money! ”

“No!” cried a low voice, the little girl trembling slightly because of fear, but the stubbornness in her eyes was very obvious.

“Listen, girl,” Adrian made a slightly restless gesture against the two robbers, turning around and hugging the girl, "give them the money. ”

“No!" the girl chewed her lips and shook her head forcefully, looking at Adrian's eyes changed a lot and pushed her hands slightly as if she wanted to leave.

“Listen to me, okay?” Adrian stuck it in her ear and said softly and hastily, "Think about what's most important. Think about it. I know that this money is important to you, but without it, you can make more money, and if you get hurt, you can't lose it. They're not good people, they're not patient people, and if the money gets robbed, you get hurt, think about how sad your parents are. ”

He squeezed the little girl's arm gently: "Believe me, whatever the difficulty is, it's going to be okay. ”

The fog-blindfolded little girl looked at Adrian with hesitation and eventually took out the money that was tucked away in her pants pocket, even though the corner of her mouth was leaning down. Adrian finally figured out why the robber had to ask for her money, and that roll of money was roughly no less than his $1,400.

What exactly are her parents thinking about letting a child carry so much money? Adrian frowned. And her parents have been around since the robbers arrived. What's going on?