Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

No matter how worried director Miller and Meng Tao were, filming was still underway, and it seemed to be progressing extremely smoothly.

Charlize's war truck skillfully navigated the narrow valley.

It's hard to imagine that she managed to capture the agility of such a heavy truck in her photos.

The scene before them surprised both director Miller and Meng Tao. If it weren't for the monitor showing that Charlize was driving, they would have thought that Lin Yuan was driving himself.

It's no wonder the two were surprised, because driving a truck is far more difficult than driving a car, requiring extremely high physical strength and skills, and navigating it so skillfully is naturally even more challenging.

Tanker trucks are typically over 10 meters long with a large wheelbase, which limits their turning radius and makes it difficult to make flexible changes of direction or drifting maneuvers.

At the same time, this type of truck has a high center of gravity, making it extremely prone to tipping over when cornering at high speeds.

In addition, the vehicle's high weight results in extremely high inertia, making acceleration, braking, and steering sluggish compared to ordinary vehicles.

This feeling is like playing a high-pin-rate action game where every action has to take into account latency and requires you to make extremely accurate predictions.

It's fair to say that Charlize's performance today completely astonished director Miller and Meng Tao; they had no idea how Charlize did it.

At this time, the Yardang landforms in Devil Valley resemble the fangs of a giant beast under the sunlight.

Towering wind-eroded rock pillars cast eerie shadows, and the narrow passageway can only accommodate one vehicle at a time.

The war trucks sped through the rock walls at 160 kilometers per hour, their tires crunching over the soft sand and kicking up dust waves ten meters high.

"Left! Left!" Scarlett suddenly screamed.

The "Bone Crusher" tank equipped with a rotating chain hammer launched a surprise attack from the flank.

Johnny Depp, his face covered in white paint, was frantically spraying silver paint into his mouth from the driver's seat.

"Witness me!"

He roared as he pressed the button, and a two-meter-diameter chain hammer came crashing down.

Freosha jerked the steering wheel, the truck's twelve tires screeching against the sandstone.

The chain hammer grazed the fuel tank and smashed the right-side rearview mirror to pieces.

"Ah!" Scarlett screamed.

"Beautiful dodge!" Amber couldn't help but cheer.

The hammer missed its mark, but the crisis is far from over.

The three pursuing vehicles have formed an encirclement, with the most dangerous being the "Hellfire" equipped with a flamethrower.

It was the jet of fire that just shot out and ignited the auxiliary fuel tank, nearly causing the war truck to crash and kill everyone on board.

At that moment, a long line of flames erupted, instantly igniting the rear compartment of the tanker truck, and the heat wave caused the temperature inside the compartment to soar instantly.

"I'm going to turn into roast chicken!" a bride cried out, clutching her swollen belly.

A ruthless glint flashed in Commander Freyosa's eyes.

She suddenly pressed the red button on the center console, and a cloud of oil mist was released from the rear of the car.

The moment the flames made contact, the entire area behind the canyon turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The two cars tumbled and flew into the sky during the explosion, with burning parts falling like raindrops.

"Well done, but please put out the fire first, or we'll be roasted alive!" Amber screamed from the back of the truck, pounding on the metal bars between the cab and the cargo box, her voice a mixture of fear and coughing.

Through the gap, Friosa could see what was happening in the back compartment—flames were spreading along the oil stains into the cargo compartment, and thick smoke had forced the five brides to huddle in a corner.

The blonde Scarlett was using the hem of her silk skirt to extinguish the flames, while the pregnant bride huddled beside the bucket, protecting her belly.

“I know! Hold on tight!” Freya’s mechanical arm slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the engine roared to life.

The next second, the truck suddenly turned around and rushed straight toward a thick stone pillar on the right.

This crazy scene instantly caused an uproar among the brides.

“Has she gone mad?!” Amber’s nails dug tightly into the wooden board.

"Holy Mother!" Scarlett clung tightly to one of the brides beside her, who was too frightened to utter a sound.

Amber suddenly realized something and shouted, "Hold on tight to the retaining rings!"

Just as the truck was about to hit her, Friosha gripped the steering wheel tightly and slammed on the accelerator.

She wasn't trying to commit suicide—the seemingly solid "stone pillar" revealed unnatural textures under the sunlight, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"Boom!"

After the earth-shattering impact, instead of the screams of twisting metal, there was a strange "rustling" sound.

The so-called stone pillars were actually fake pillars formed from compacted sand!

The shovel-shaped skid plate on the front of the vehicle pierced the sand pillar like a hot knife through butter, breaking the entire sand pillar in the middle and causing the upper half to collapse with a crash.

Tons of sand poured down like a waterfall, the finest sand falling first covering the roof of the vehicle like a golden curtain, while large clumps of sand hit the fire with a hissing sound.

"Cough cough. What happened?" Amber opened her tightly closed eyes and found that the carriage was filled with dust, but the flames had gone out.

"The fire is out? Was it extinguished by the falling sand?" Scarlett said incredulously.

The collapsed sand pillars created an artificial sandstorm that instantly buried the burning oil stains.

Friosa's robotic arm was smoking, but she had already shifted gears and was reversing.

When the truck broke free from the sand dune, its entire front was covered in a thick layer of golden sand, like an artifact just unearthed from the ground.

“Next time…” Amber shook the sand out of her hair, “could you let me know in advance?”

Freya glanced at the disheveled brides in the rearview mirror and said helplessly, "This was just a last resort, a desperate measure. It's best if it doesn't happen again."

I can't guarantee I'll be so lucky next time.

Not far behind, the pursuers were forced to brake suddenly, and the two leading tanks were already stuck in the sand.

The thick layer of collapsed sand on the ground also blocked the pursuers, giving them a temporary respite.

The war truck roared forward, tearing through the shallowly buried sand dunes.

Just as Friosa thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, the roar of an engine suddenly came from her right.

The vehicle named "Razor" had completed its encirclement and attacked from the right. Four-meter-long serrated steel spears extended from the front of the vehicle, pointing directly at the tires of the war truck.

Friosa looked around. To her left was the extremely dangerous "Hellfire," which, although temporarily stuck in a ditch, was something she absolutely could not get close to.

Otherwise, if they were hit by the flames again, they probably wouldn't be so lucky as to extinguish the fire.

Behind him was "Bonebreaker," who was about to crawl out of the sandpit, Depp's gloomy eyes filled with murderous intent.

Freya had no choice but to straighten the car and continue speeding forward.

The terrain ahead suddenly narrowed, leaving only a three-meter-wide gap between two rock pillars shaped like the fangs of a giant beast.

Even more deadly is that behind the crevice lies a sheer drop of hundreds of meters.

"There's no road ahead!" Amber exclaimed.

"War Boys are behind and to the left and right!" Scarlett cried out in despair.

They were now in dire straits:
Ahead lay a sheer cliff hundreds of meters deep, and the other three directions were blocked by pursuers. Friosa's gaze swept over the speedometer: 180 km/h.

She suddenly turned to the five brides: "Do you believe me?"

Amber took a deep breath and answered for her sisters: "Better than believing in God."

Upon hearing this reply, Freya suddenly laughed.

With a "click," the robotic arm shifted into the final gear, and the turbocharger emitted a dying screech.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

By the time the pursuers realized what Friosa was about to do, the war trucks had already surged up the sloping rock platform.

The roar of the engine had turned into some kind of inhuman howl.

The two fang-shaped rock pillars ahead approached at an alarming speed, the cliff face between them gleaming a cold, bluish-gray in the morning light.

“Holy shit! She’s not going to—” Depp’s scream stopped abruptly.

His "Bone Crusher" chariot braked suddenly, plowing a tire track more than ten meters long in the sand.

The other pursuers also reacted quickly, and the convoy became chaotic like a frightened herd of beasts.

All the war boys stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their hearts filled with terror.

"Immortal Joe" gave them a mission: to bring back the escapees, not to kill them all.

Freya can die, but the five brides can't; they're all Immortal Joe's breeding machines, and one of them is even pregnant.

Now, watching the war trucks being forced to "jump off a cliff," every war boy could already picture the furious expression of Immortal Joe and the cruel torture he had inflicted.

The moment the war trucks surged up the sloping rocky platform, the entire universe seemed to freeze:

As the front wheels gained traction for the last time at the edge of the rocky platform, the suspension system emitted a relieved hum the instant all the tires left the ground.

The perfectly angled front of the car, slightly tilted upwards, makes the entire vehicle resemble a scimitar drawn from its sheath, slicing through the morning mist.

The 6-ton vehicle body soared into the air at a 42-degree angle, with the exposed drive shaft still spinning wildly, and the oil it spurted out drawing amber parabolas in the air.

Inside the carriage, Amber's fingernails dug deep into Scarlett's arm, but she was completely unaware.

The screams of the five brides created a suffocating sound pressure in the enclosed car:
"Holy Mary—"

"Don't be afraid, trust Friotha! We'll be alright!"

The pregnant bride, Chet, clutched her bulging belly tightly, biting her lip until it bled.

Scarlett laughed, a laugh of near-manic relief.

She wasn't afraid at all. She had had enough of this life that was worse than that of pigs and dogs. If she could die here, it would be a kind of relief.

As the truck reached the apex of its parabola, Freosha yanked the handbrake with her right hand to brake the rear wheels in advance, while her left leg slammed on the differential lock. The robotic arm then turned the steering wheel 15 degrees to the right with 300 pounds of torque.

She had done everything she could; the rest was up to fate.

The truck traced a graceful parabola through the air before landing steadily on the other side of the cliff.

The first part to come into contact was the left rear wheel, and the tire tread scraped against the rock, creating sparks that were three meters long.

When the right front wheel slammed into the ground, the entire suspension system lurched down and bounced back up like a knee that had been hammered.

The impact upon landing shattered all the car windows.

At that moment, Charlize felt her spine bear a momentary load of 7G, but she didn't let out a single groan through her clenched teeth.

Seeing the truck leap off the cliff, director Miller excitedly shouted, "Cut!"

The visual effects supervisor removed his monitoring headphones: "It's unbelievable! The effects of this scene are simply incomparable to CG production! Realism is always the most breathtaking!"

The props crew member rubbed his shoulder: "I don't know how many days and nights I've worked on this scene, but now I feel it was all so worth it."

Director Miller stared at the monitor for seven times, finally saying only one sentence: "Print it."

The chalk writing on the clapperboard was clearly visible in the sunlight:

“Take 37 - Mad Max - The VALHALLA JUMP - PERFECT“

At this moment, Depp and director Miller, who had been holding their breath the whole time, were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"That was so clean and neat, so beautiful! I never expected Charlize to do such a great job," director Miller exclaimed.

“I told you not to worry, you have no idea how long Lin Yuan secretly trained Charlize,” Meng Tao said.

"Wait, why isn't the truck stopping?" Director Miller suddenly exclaimed.

Following his gaze, one could see that the war truck, which had just flown over the cliff, did not stop but continued to speed forward.

What's even more terrifying is that the truck was heading straight towards a sheer cliff on all sides; if it continued, it would only plunge off the cliff.

"Why aren't you braking? Why aren't you braking?" Director Miller shouted anxiously.

"Perhaps... the braking system was damaged upon landing?" Meng Tao said with a solemn expression.

"How could this happen! What should we do?"

Upon hearing Meng Tao's answer, director Miller became even more anxious.

"Don't forget, Lin Yuan is in the car too. We can only rely on him now."

……

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Inside the speeding war truck, Charlize was equally anxious: "Lin Yuan, the brake pedal isn't working at all!"
There's no way to stop the vehicle before it plunges off the cliff! What should I do?

Lin Yuan, who was inside the vehicle, was unable to reach the driver's seat. He could only try to keep his voice calm: "Don't be nervous. Just do as I say!"

Outside the car window, the edge of the cliff was approaching at an alarming speed.

300 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters
“First…” Lin Yuan’s voice remained calm: “Downshift to second gear.”

Charlize's right hand clicked as he pushed the gear lever, and the engine immediately let out a painful roar, the tachometer needle swinging violently.

"Now, turn the steering wheel 45 degrees to the right, then immediately straighten it."

When they were only eighty meters away from the cliff, Charlize suddenly turned the steering wheel.

The truck swerved like a startled wild horse, its rear wheels carving two deep furrows in the sand.

The tools and equipment inside the carriage slid to one side with a loud crashing sound.

"That was fantastic!" Lin Yuan exclaimed in praise. "Now comes the crucial part. When I say 'now,' you need to turn the steering wheel all the way to the left and pull up the handbrake at the same time."

The edge of the cliff was already very close.

Fifty meters, thirty meters
Charlize's right hand hovered above the handbrake, and the veins on her arm were clearly visible due to the taut muscles.

This isn't a movie shoot; the lives of all seven people on the bus are in her hands.

The immense pressure was almost suffocating her! (End of Chapter)