In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

This seems to be a little different from what I planned...

Chen Zhuo shook his head.

According to his previous thinking, as long as Jackie Chan's filming went smoothly, he could provoke Greenberg with a few words and Greenberg would definitely leave.

But to his surprise, without him even having to provoke him, the old man felt a sense of goodwill from the moment he helped him up, realized his own shallowness, and left on his own initiative.

But this seems better?

He gained control of the production team without offending anyone, and even made a friend in some respects.

perfect!

After filming the dock scenes for a day, Jackie Chan completed the editing that same evening.

The power structure of the Rush Hour production team has been fully established.

Jackie Chan, who held almost three roles—assistant director, director of photography, and lead actor—had absolute say.

Although New Line Cinema felt this was somewhat inappropriate, they could only acquiesce to the current state of the production because the entire crew, including Adam Greenberg who had left, spoke highly of Jackie Chan.

After several days of filming, Jackie Chan, now unhindered, gradually found his rhythm, producing a series of unique comedic clashes and novel action designs, showing a strong trend of surpassing his recently filmed "Who Am I".

On a highway in downtown Los Angeles.

A gentle, warm breeze blew by, and everyone on the film crew wore a smile.

The reason is simple: the filming of this movie was done too quickly.

If they continue filming at the current pace, they might even be able to go home for Christmas and vacation with their families.

Given the same pay, who wouldn't want to do less work?

Behind the monitor, in the chairs, sat two men in suits, their faces grim.

They weren't actors, but rather "consultants" sent by New Line Cinema to monitor the production crew.

"Hey, this scene is for that Asian pretty boy, right?"

The Black consultant puffed out a cigarette, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Chen Zhuo, who was preparing. "Is this an assassin? My eighty-year-old grandmother looks more frightening than him."

"I heard that the production team values ​​him highly and even offered him a salary far exceeding that of ordinary newcomers."

The white consultant chuckled and straightened his back. "I don't know about anything else, but I do know his ass must be pretty impressive."

Inside the police car.

Chen Zhuo was wearing a prop police uniform and playing with the claw knife on his sleeve.

This scene is crucial in shaping his image; he must kill two bodyguards in broad daylight and kidnap Consul Han's daughter.

"George, are you ready?"

Bright, holding a megaphone, shouted, "Bring on that contrast! Remember! I need a cold-blooded killer! The more frightening, the better!"

Chen Zhuo put away the claw knife from his sleeve and gave an OK sign to the camera.

He lowered his head and instantly entered a state of focused concentration.

In my mind, a host of terms flashed.

"Action!"

The clapperboard fell.

A black sedan slowly drove up on the flat road.

Music was playing in the car, and Consul Han's daughter, Su Yang, swayed and sang along to the rhythm, creating a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

The camera slowly zooms in.

A police car suddenly stopped the black sedan.

Contrary to the original storyline where Sang was expressionless, Chen Zhuo walked over with a relaxed smile.

"Is there a problem, officer?"

The unsuspecting driver asked with a smile.

Chen Zhuo gently shook his head. "No problem."

"It's just a 'rush hour'."

This is a reference to a line from Rush Hour. On one hand, "rush hour" refers to routine checks during rush hour. On the other hand, "rush hour" is also the title of the movie, meaning there's no reason for it to happen because they're making a movie.

As he said this, Chen Zhuo suddenly slashed his left sleeve across the driver's neck.

His lips still held a smile, but his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a frenzied killing intent in his clear pupils.

The driver clutched his neck as prop blood gushed out like a geyser.

Before the passenger could react, Chen Zhuo, who had put away the claw knife in his left hand, drew his gun with his right and fired a shot right between the eyebrows.

Su Yang in the back row let out a hysterical scream.

At the same time, Chen Zhuo hummed a song as he walked.

"But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy..."

This is Mariah Carey's classic song "Fantasy" playing on the car stereo.

The soft, cheerful, and even slightly enjoyable humming created an extremely distorted contrast at the bloody crime scene.

He flung open the back door, and just as he stuck his head inside, he started singing "Baby!"

The black-and-white consultant, who was initially watching the spectacle with amusement, suddenly became the white-and-white consultant.

"Is this really not a horror movie? Why do I have this déjà vu feeling about The Shining?"

The pale-faced Black consultant swallowed hard, bringing his hand to his mouth as if trying to replenish his nicotine.

The next moment, he froze, the cigarette already gone.

"Come with me, sweet baby."

Chen Zhuo stretched out his hand, his smile gentle, yet chilling.

The little girl playing Su Yang was trembling violently.

Chen Zhuo's performance made her forget that it was acting.

Looking into Chen Zhuo's fierce yet crazed eyes, she let out an instinctive, most genuine, and most broken scream.

She threw the teddy bear she was holding with all her might, followed by the bag in the back row, her necklace, and her shoes.

Anything that can be used as a weapon, anything that can hinder Chen Zhuo for even a moment.

But none of this worked; Chen Zhuo continued to smile, getting closer and closer to her...

"director?"

A few seconds later, seeing that Su Yang was just sobbing with her head down and wouldn't open the car door to escape, and the director didn't yell "cut," Chen Zhuo had no choice but to stop himself and look at the camera with a helpless expression.

"Oh...Cut!"

Brett then realized what was happening and stopped filming.

The staff on site looked at each other, no one spoke, no one moved.

They didn't even dare to get close to Chen Zhuo.

[Stereotype +30]...

Only a deluge of stereotypes came flooding in.

On the entry for 【Hitman (White)】, the glaring green light could no longer be concealed.

[Assassin (Green): You are proficient in using various weapons, and given the opportunity, you have a higher probability of hitting vital organs. When your gaze is fierce and crazed, it evokes the deepest fear in those you look into.]

After a while, a brave female stagehand ran over first and carried the little girl out of the car.

The little girl burst into tears, crying, "It's so scary, he's so scary..."

In the distance, the black-and-white advisor lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Zhuo.

"Hey, I'm sure now, his ass is really amazing."

The Black consultant looked intently at the white consultant, "Because I tremble when I see him, even just his ass."

Cheng Long stepped forward and patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder, "Zhuo, I know you're very capable, but after all, the person you're acting opposite is just a little girl, so tone it down a bit."

Chen Zhuo rubbed his temples, the madness dissipated, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, Brother Cheng Long."

Looking at his younger brother who had instantly switched back to being a sunny and cheerful young man, Cheng Long's eyelids twitched, and he remembered the first time they met.

My buddy doesn't actually have some kind of side business, does he...?

Because the little girl was so terrified of Chen Zhuo, filming was even impossible at one point.

Until Chen Zhuo smiled and said to the little girl, "If you don't finish filming quickly, you'll have to stay with me forever~"

The little girl then resolutely pulled herself together and quickly finished the day's filming.

After that day, many crew members became unusually polite to Chen Zhuo, even to the point of being overly cautious.

Rumors began to circulate that a former hitman had found new employment in Hollywood, but they only gradually disappeared after the police came to inquire...