Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 43 He is a ruthless person
  The "bang bang" sound outside was extremely violent.

And the "click" sound in the room was no less impressive.

At the same time, there was Tang De's unrestrained scolding.

"Don't let your legs go weak! Stand firm! Don't act like an eighty-year-old Alzheimer's man! Don't you have any fucking bones!"

"Butt! Push your butt back! Push your chest forward! Put your hands on your knees! FXXK! Don't bend over like a slug!"

"Lie down! Look at the fat on your waist! It's almost enough to squeeze oil out of a city block!"

"Shut up, don't cry! This is not Dad's grave!"

"That arrogant attitude just now! Use it! Don't be such a fucking pathetic bitch!"

"Look! Give me a scared look and hold the stick out! It's like someone is shooting at you!"

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out at the right time outside the house.

Ashara finally couldn't help but scream! Vented all the grievances in my heart.

"Yes! That's it!" But Tang De filmed her with a fanatical look on his face, and then continued to direct her to film.

Old K next to him looked at Faith downstairs, who had outstanding marksmanship, and then at Tang De, whose mouth was more powerful than a gun upstairs, and opened his mouth silently.

There's a gunfight going on downstairs, man!

Why are you so excited to start art?

Have you figured out the situation?

Even if you are not afraid of the gang gunmen downstairs, what if Boss Faith finds out and wants to kill you?
  Are all photographers such scary guys? Then wouldn’t a battlefield photographer have to shoot with an AK in one hand while shooting at the enemy?

If there is no battlefield, just make it yourself, right?
  Old K, whose ears were filled with all kinds of FXXK and SHXT, felt for the first time that the vocabulary of swearing could be so rich, and he even wanted to learn it.

When the gunfire downstairs gradually subsided, Faith took the boys upstairs and planned to leave with Ashara. Suddenly he found that his woman was sitting on a chair, with a look of despair on her face, as if she had been spoiled.

Tang De, on the other hand, was looking at his own photos, excited about his creativity.

Only old K walked up to Faith and briefly explained the situation.

"Are you really not joking?" After hearing this, Faith thought that Tang De had some mental problem!
  There is no one who would not hide from a gunfight, but would complete the shooting with great interest!

And his attitude towards his woman was unacceptable to Faith. He walked quickly to Tang De and was about to reach out and grab his lapel.

As a result, Tang De handed over the camera the next second.

"What?" Faith looked confused. Looking at Tang De's confident expression, he was a little confused about the situation.

"Look at the photos."

"..." Faith took the camera wordlessly and looked at Ashara's photo with Tang De's help.

However, the more he looked at him, the more he felt hot and hot, his throat kept swallowing, and there was not enough saliva.

Because in Tang De's photo, Ashara is wearing underwear, exposing a large area of ​​skin, squeezing her chest with her arms, showing her seduction under the light.

And she was lying on the ground holding the T-shaped light stick, with a pitiful expression on her face, as if she was a bullied little animal.

Scroll down, Faith saw Ashara's frightened face and tense resistance movements, as if she was fighting against an intruding stranger. But she was dripping with sweat and looked particularly weak under the light.

Just looking at these photos, Faith has already become a part of them, as if the person outside the picture is him.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and he looked at Ashara, who was lying weakly on the chair, swallowing.

Tang De saw his thoughts, raised a mysterious smile on his face and said: "Faith, what do you think of these photos?"

"Great, great."

After a tense gun battle, he just wanted to vent his desires. "Then I'll leave first. Suluo will give it to you when I finish processing the photos." Tang De took back his camera and walked out of the room under the attention of his younger brothers.

"Okay." Faith nodded and ignored him.

Old K did not expect that Tang De was not beaten. He had just teased the other brothers about how many punches Feisi was planning to punch him!

As a result, Faith didn't bother him at all?
  Old K looked at Faith and found that he was waving his hands for others to leave the room. Looking at him breathing heavily, everyone seemed to know what he wanted to do.

So they retreated downstairs one by one, waiting for the boss to finish and leave at any time.

"Have one."

Tang De stood next to Old K and asked for a cigarette. After experiencing the threat of a gunfight, he now needed to vent.

Old K obediently handed over the cigarette. Seeing Tang De lower his head, he picked up the lighter and subconsciously wanted to light it for him, but he refused.

"Use that." Tang De gestured with his eyes to Old K to use the gun on his waist to light the fire, which made Old K a little confused.

"This?" He raised his eyebrows, as if asking Tang De again if he had really made his decision.

"Yes."

Old K took out the black pistol from his waist, slowly moved the muzzle to the cigarette while Tang De waited, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" In the simulated gunshot, a flame was immediately ignited from the muzzle.

It was obvious that this was not a real gun but a lighter.

"How do you know?" Old K's gun was always used as a show, and no one except a few good brothers in the gang knew about it.

But Tang De didn't answer, he just twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile, then raised his head and looked down at the passers-by on the street who fled in panic after the gunfight and the corpses on the ground dripping with blood.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if the gunfight had nothing to do with him, or that he didn't feel any compassion for life at all. This calm attitude made even the experienced old K feel ashamed after seeing it.

Not to mention that he actually breathed out a few smoke rings leisurely and elegantly, letting them form and dissipate in the air.

Old K swallowed and felt a pressure from this cold-blooded guy tightly covering him, making him afraid to speak.

Until Tang De put out the cigarette with his fingers and asked him: "Aren't you afraid that the police will come to arrest you?"

"I'm afraid, but the police usually arrive in twenty minutes. You know, this is a black neighborhood." Old K answered truthfully, watching the sporadic sparks bursting and disappearing on Tang De's fingertips, feeling even more nervous for some reason.

The last person who put him under such great psychological pressure was the boss of the largest gang in the South District. He killed three people at the meeting that day without blinking.

"Understood." Tang De nodded, implying that Fez's sprint time must be shorter than twenty minutes.

Seeing that this was not the first time they had encountered this situation, Tang De did not continue to ask more questions. He smoked a cigarette and put away the camera. He waved goodbye to Old K and walked out slowly, like a leisurely stroll through the blood. door.

Old K looked at each other with the other gang brothers behind him and couldn't help but sigh: "What a fucking ruthless person."

But somewhere they couldn't see, Tang De was already leaning against the wall with his weak feet.

He hid himself in the cracks and poked his head out from time to time to see if anyone was following him.

I'm afraid that a gunman will suddenly shoot me in the next second. That's not worth it.

"FXXK! Bullshit! Damn black people!" Tang De cursed a few times in a low voice before getting rid of the anger in his heart. He decided never to set foot in this dangerous place again. If Raymond and Badman want to find him, they have to be on their own territory!
  After waiting for a while, Tang De felt his legs regained consciousness. He quickly stood up again and walked quickly to his car.

Get in the car, start the car and drive away.

The whole process was completed in one go, not even taking half a minute.

　Thanks to Baima Shanxia and Ye Heji for the reward.

　　
  　
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