Chapter 268 Reversed Position
Harry Pesci has had enough, he has had enough.
He is not a cartilage performer in the circus. His muscles and bones were as stiff as dried beef when he was seven years old. He gave up his dream of ballet and finally found a chance to enter "Spider-Man" secretly. Find out what's going on inside the crew's RV. Does he have any other options?
No, I have to bite the bullet and do it.
After all, that’s what the paparazzi does, isn’t it?
Unfortunately, there is nothing in the RV. Everything is just regular stuff. After a rough search, there is no secret worth revealing.
Originally, Harry was ready to give up. There were no big names in the "Spider-Man" crew anyway, so the value of continuing to struggle was very limited; but after thinking about it, Harry was unwilling to give up and just gave up. ?
He spent a lot of effort to sneak into the RV, and then turned around and left in despair?
Moreover, if you think about it seriously, Sony Columbia has been secretive and mysterious recently. The news of the "Spider-Man" suit being stolen has been buzzing for a whole month, and it still hasn't been clarified until now——< br>
Is Sony Columbia directing and acting on its own, or is this really happening?
If he could photograph Spider-Man's suit and sell it to "U.S. Weekly" or "Entertainment Weekly", it's hard to say whether it would cost him $200,000, but he should have no problem asking for $100,000.
Thinking of this, Harry stopped and started looking for a hiding place.
Wardrobe, this is already the best place.
However.
Harry hid in the cupboard. It was stuffy, hot, narrow and crowded, almost like an oven. Who would have thought that in March, he would be covered in sweat, curled up like a big dog boiling all over the street in summer. The front of the knee pressed against the lungs, feeling uncomfortably tight, and the tight calf muscles were testing frantically on the verge of cramping.
At this time, someone finally came.
Harry was so happy that he ignored himself and listened carefully. From the conversation, he could tell that the person coming was probably the male protagonist Anson!
Finally, it’s just the right time!
But why is there no sound after coming in? what happened?
Without holding back, Harry's hand slipped and his calf slipped out of his palm, pressing against the wardrobe and making a sound. This made Harry grit his teeth, with a determined expression on his face as if "In the saucer" Like Tom Cruise, who was suspended in mid-air and stealing information in "The Spy."
Unfortunately, Harry was not an agent, so his calf still slipped out of control little by little.
Damn it!
His calves twitched, and he was about to get cramps. Harry gritted his teeth and simply let go of his knees, picked up the camera, and pointed it at the closet door.
Breathe deeply, breathe deeply again.
Hula.
Harry suddenly opened the cabinet door, and the light tore through the darkness. Before he could capture anything, his index finger had already pressed the shutter.
The shutter is like a machine gun trigger.
Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
A round of shooting.
The sound of clicking, clicking, clicking was accompanied by the splashing of silver flashlights, and the whole world was shrouded in a ball of light and shadow. Harry made a burst of sound with experience to act as a deterrent, with the purpose of making the other party panic.
Harry didn't know what was going on outside the wardrobe, didn't know if Anson was alone or with someone, didn't know if Anson was wearing a battle suit or not, but that didn't matter, the important thing was to create chaos.
As long as there is confusion, it is easy to make mistakes; as long as there is confusion, it is easy to make a fool of yourself.
Once you make a fool of yourself, the news comes out.
The paparazzi are well aware of this. If they can take a picture of Anson and another person half-clothed, or a picture of Anson struggling to change clothes and falling, today’s trip Just get your money back.
So, Harry must be strong and tough——
Ahhhh!
Bang bang bang!
A sudden gust of wind and rain, the operation is as fierce as a tiger.
Ah, cramps, wait, cramps in the calves, the curled up body is twisting crazily like a hesitation being roasted on a charcoal fire. At this time, I no longer care about the camera, hugging my calves, my roar becomes A wail of agony. Ah, ah ah...
"Legs, my legs, cramps, cramps..."
Harry hugged his calves, with a look of despair on his face, and began to sob. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether they were tears. Still sweat.
Looking up suddenly, Harry saw Anson.
Does anyone remember the classic fisheye lens in the movie "Trainspotting"?
At this time, Anson looked like that in Harry's eyes. He tilted his head, full of curiosity, blinked his eyes, and looked at him like a crowd eating melons. His expression was clearly recording the life of an ant. The primary school student who is used to it just needs one more piece of black seed watermelon in his hand.
Harry:? ? ?
Something is not quite right.
The Anson in front of him did not appear flustered, embarrassed, reserved, or nervous. He looked like he was just taking a leisurely stroll. He was unhurried, unhurried, and his calm expression made Harry feel that he was being extremely affected. Big insult.
Sir, please panic or be angry. This is the paparazzi taking secret photos. Anyway, give me some reaction.
Could it be that... Anson still doesn’t know the situation?
Harry blinked.
"I, I'm taking pictures."
Anson nodded slightly, "I know."
Harry felt like an idiot.
Anson simply sat down opposite Harry and looked at Harry lying in the closet. "Very dedicated. When I used to watch documentaries, the top photographers would lie on the ground like this when shooting blockbusters. It's so good." Making a movie? ”
Harry, "It's not easy. It's not that the studio doesn't have enough light... Hey! I'm filming you secretly. Why don't you panic?"
Anson shrugged lightly, "I need to panic. "
To a certain extent, Anson can understand the hide-and-seek game between top stars and paparazzi. Their lives have been exposed to the spotlight so much that they have no sense of themselves at all. Private space, and hiding from the paparazzi, is more like a silent protest.
But the point is that Anson's career has just begun and he has not experienced such battles yet, so he is not repelled by the paparazzi and is not afraid of them.
Anyway, he has nothing to hide.
That upright posture stunned Harry who was lying on the ground -
There is something wrong with you.
The whole situation is not right. Harry is lying on the ground and Anson is sitting on the chair. Guess who is the hunter and who is the prey?
Harry was panicking.
My mind was in a mess, but before I could continue thinking, the pain in my calf took over my brain. A numbness ran all the way up from the sole of my foot, like countless ants gnawing at the muscles, and then I lost it completely. Feeling the sensation in his calves, he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a silent cry.
ah.
The pain that broke out in an instant was pushed to the extreme, bombarding the brain like pulsed light, and it was even suspected that the pain nerves were severed to the point that he could not make a sound. Harry was performing "Geek in Disguise" by himself. The face that is twisted as much as possible is comparable to Jim Carrey's rubber face.
Finally, Anson noticed the abnormality, stood up, took two steps forward to explore, "Wait, do you need help?"
Harry cried directly, this Sir, have you just noticed the ferocity on my face now?
(End of this chapter)