"Patrolling here, I'm out..."
"Dirty water here, I'm out..."
"Goodness! This place is a hotbed of activity, with two transvestites blinding my titanium alloy eyes. I'm out..."
Barrett Walker, relying on memory, continued to run, recalling familiar scenes, suddenly his feet softened, stepping on something sticky.
"There's a pile of dog poop here, and I didn't avoid it! Whose dog has no morals, and actually pooped here without cleaning it up."
It seems that today really is my lucky day, stepping in dog poop, changing my fate, too late!
Kate Walker looked at her watch, it's already 10:30, in the past life she would have arrived here at 11:50 after class, thinking about the time wasted, Barrett Walker felt anxious, looking at the bikes parked on the side of the road, regardless of whether they were locked or not, she tried a few, and they were all locked: "Jazz High School is extraordinary! Even the bicycles of the wealthy need to be locked up. I think our school is better, so poor that even thieves don't come near, a bike can be left for a year without fear of theft."
"Ha ha! Thank goodness, although this bike is a bit small and short, as long as it can move, it's good enough."
Barrett Walker sat on the child's bike, her legs placed on the pedals, pedaling like the wind. A sports car passed by, wow! So fast! Then a motorcycle passed by, wow! So fast! Then a bicycle passed by, wow! So fast! Then an old man passed by, wow...so slow!
Barrett Walker couldn't help but curse, realizing that the two wheels next to the four-wheeled child's toy bike were much higher than the rear wheel. She jumped off the bike, looked around, and seeing that no one was watching, she kicked the training wheels, breaking both tires, feeling a sense of guilt, she jumped back on the child's toy bike and sped away like the wind.
Wow! She caught up to the old man, then caught up to the bicycle, the motorcycle! But couldn't catch up, they were going too fast.
"Dear! Look how fast that car is running."
The child's bike passed through the lawn, carrying a tightly embraced couple. The girl's skirt was blown up by the wind, and underneath the skirt, the girl who had already let her guard down felt the coolness of the wind, lifted her head in surprise and said to the boy, "Wow, it's so dark down there..." Barrett Walker stole a glance and quickly turned away.
"Darling, don't try to fool me, you're mine now, Happytime!"
The boy ignored her and continued his assault.
"Where are you! Where are you!"
Barrett Walker felt like a trapped animal, blindly stumbling, and suddenly her eyes lit up because she saw something not belonging to the school campus - a desert with yellow sand. Looking at this scene, she couldn't help but sigh at the wealth of Jazz High School, to have such a realistic battlefield.
Barrett Walker rode the bike and charged into the midst of the yellow sand and the running horses.
Ron Brown sat in his chair, completely focused on the footage of the charging horse team, not interested in the passionate scenes between the gentleman and Julia Maynard, he had already decided to delete those scenes, so he was no longer interested. As long as the original tapes were returned to him, he was fine.
The horses ran swiftly in the desert, kicking up yellow sand, with the air of ancient heroes, it truly should be paired with strong liquor, and then sing of the lonely smoke from the desert. Unfortunately, there was no longer the long river and the setting sun.
"Charge!" a shout, and the horses galloped with all their might, the wind lifting the rider's cloak behind him. Ron Brown saw that he had expressed what he wanted, the desert, the iron-blooded riders, and now the vulnerability of the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian. He believed that this film would definitely be a hit. In his moment of triumph, suddenly a child's bike saucily raced ahead and charged towards the camera, watching the scene in the monitor, the triumphant Ron Brown's mouth dropped open.
Although the scene of the charging horse team was expensive to shoot, he never thought to replace it with a half-hearted statue!
Not to mention using an absurd child's bike, and even more absurdly, a child's bike.
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Thinking about having to reshoot this scene with film, spending more money, and delaying the release of the film, Ron Brown felt like his rear end was damaged, even more than the first time, jumping up, not even stopping, shouting, "Assistant, did I hire you to eat sh*t? I've emphasized so many times, don't make mistakes at the end of the shoot, where did you find such dead extras..." Barrett Walker rode the child's bike, feeling a bit triumphant as she passed the charging horse team, wondering who to look for next!
Then she saw the damn director, if it weren't for him in the past life, maybe Julia wouldn't have been drugged and deflowered!
Thinking angrily, Barrett Walker rode the child's bike and sped towards Ron Brown.
Seeing the director being scared unconscious, Barrett Walker elegantly stopped the bike, looking at the stinking stench emanating from his crotch, feeling a sense of disdain, no wonder he was threatened and compromised, and didn't have the guts to shout: "I haven't even used the beauty scheme yet!"
Placing her foot on his chest, she said, "Not dead, not dead yet, get up."
"Big brother! I just paid protection money, could you please be more merciful, I can't breathe."
"Want me to be merciful? Tell me where Julia Maynard is."
Barrett Walker didn't release her foot, instead pressing down heavily.
"Not merciful, more merciful, I can't breathe."
Ron Brown felt like crying, wondering where he had provoked the school bully! He had just paid protection money to that boss!
"Goodness! You're so wild, why don't you stand in the middle of the road in a skirt and shout, 'Who's lewd?' Quickly, where's Julia, don't try to trick me, I understand psychology!" Barrett Walker couldn't help but shiver, this self-proclaimed 'gentleman' almost made her throw up yesterday's leftover dinner, lifting her foot as if to give him a heavy kick.
"She's in that separate dressing room over there..." Ron Brown almost shouted, afraid that the foot would come crashing down and it would be game over.
"Remember, you're a temporary actor, not a dead extra." Barrett Walker still kicked him, knocking him out, for scum like him, as long as there wasn't any blood, she had no qualms, and then ran towards the dressing room. "Monster! Take this kick..." Seeing that she was less than twenty meters away, Barrett Walker executed a triple jump, the last jump seemed to propel her like a bomber, kicking the wooden door.
Bang! Although it wasn't as effortless as the mother T-Rex, under such a grand spectacle, Barrett Walker's kick was strong enough, and the wooden door collapsed. Barrett Walker was left in the room, looking at the scene before her, she was completely stunned, unable to find the words to describe her anger and frustration at this moment, as well as her regret. If there were the flaming mountains overturned by Sun Wukong, she would be willing to borrow a false banana fan to extinguish the flames that soared to the heavens, even if it meant bearing the stigma for several lifetimes. Why was she so unfairly treated by the heavens in her past life? Why did she have hemophobia? Why did she become more and more cowardly? She really wanted to go back to her past life, to tell the Julia of her past life how much she loved her, and that she was willing to die for her. She just didn't want her to suffer after learning about her marriage, to marry a despicable man who drugged her without anyone to take care of her when she was sick, and to give up hope. Seeing the scene before her, she felt compassion, heartache, regret, and looked at Julia with deep affection. She had never hated anyone as much as she hated herself at this moment. It wasn't the Mark Smith in front of her, nor her grandfather who forced her to marry Maggie Greene, it was herself, a complete scoundrel."
Clean and tidy Mark Smith stared blankly at the man who suddenly burst in. The proud rooster had already lowered its head, and a cold wind blew in from the door. Coming to his senses, he calmly picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on, saying, "Except for the two people in this school that I dare not provoke, who else is there? It's a pity! You are not one of those two people, so whoever you are, you'd better take advantage of the current situation and buy good insurance. Maybe you'll be lucky enough not to die and be paralyzed for the rest of your life. Don't doubt it, this is the new mythological era, a society based on ruthless Darwinian competition."
After putting on his clothes, he went to pick up the underwear that Barrett Walker had stepped on, straightened his smile, and suddenly said angrily, "Dare you question the truth of my words? Do you know who I am? My grandfather is one of the nine executive leaders in the Federal Parliament, and one of the 108 members of Parliament is my father! Apart from the children of the three major parliamentary leaders, who else in the Human Federation dares not to take me seriously."
Barrett Walker kicked the underwear out of the room, which in Mark Smith's eyes was a challenge to his authority. He liked such foolish people. In the years of adulthood, how many of these people had he taught a lesson? The kind of humility that followed their previous defiance and pleas for mercy made him thoroughly enjoy his superiority and told himself to have an aristocratic posture: "Oh! Maybe you are the child of the god of war, so you can challenge my authority, hehe! But unfortunately, the child of the god of war is one of the two I mentioned earlier, and fortunately, it's not you, so you'd better get out, buy good insurance, and wait for me to come and enjoy the fear of your last intact body!"
Mark Smith seemed so arrogant that he seemed to have forgotten himself completely. This was completely like giving a speech on a podium, but his forgetfulness only stimulated Barrett Walker even more. This scum was pretending to be human, and he really wanted to mock him by saying: "Maybe when your dad shot you on the wall, you crawled into your mom's belly."
If he had a gun in his hand, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger, even if he was dizzy, and splatter his brain matter all over, and then see what was inside that red and white matter. Perhaps this was the only way to calm the anger that was constantly churning inside him.
"Are you dressed yet? I don't want to dirty my hands."
Barrett Walker gritted his teeth and spoke one word at a time, as if the smoldering anger was about to ignite at this moment, burning away all the anger and humiliation of his past and present.