Chapter 389: The real devil ~ 3700 are added more thanks to the sugar bowl chestnut reward

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Dazzling sparks were sprayed from the cold muzzle. One student after another was screaming in horror. A fan of glass was shattered by the self-help student. He climbed out of this terrible Shura with a chair and an escalator.
It should have been a good afternoon tea time, but it turned into a horror restaurant.
Qin Guan felt tired. He gently kicked the unsightly corpse under his feet and picked up a cup of warm tea on the table. The white mist was still floating in the cup.
When he had not touched the drink in the cup to his lips, his closest partner came in.
Alex was a little rejoiced, a little excited, thinking about the headmaster of his head shot just now, and prevented Qin Guan from drinking.
"Don't drink casually, be careful of herpes..." Just like the tone of others who taught Eric, it was so similar.
Qin Guan smiled, as dark and dangerous as a poppy, he gently put down the paper cup in his hand, at this time the big shot was transferred to his whole body, director Gus with a little thought, and also pushed Qin Guan's face a bit .
The flowers were red and green, and the night was dark...
Qin Guan's eyes burned like an unyielding flame, and he asked the questions he cared about most, but his face was calm like chatting.
"How is your situation there? Killed all?"
"I killed all the people in the principal's office." Alex took a little pleasing, shaking his hand with a gun smoke weapon.
However, when this child who deeply admired Qin Guan shared his joy of success with his best friend, Qin Guan moved.
He had aimed his gun at Alex's gun as if nothing had happened. After hearing that he had completed the task, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
‘Boom’!
The position of the camera was pushed to the right of Alex. The bullet penetrated the head of the blond guy, and blood spattered on the white wall.
Before the death of this child, he still had an unbelievable expression. He couldn’t believe his lover’s uninformation, and he couldn’t believe his indifference. How could he kill himself so lightly? Even if they are ready to die.
The camera immediately switched to Qin Guan. At this time, Qin Guan still had no movement. He stood up silently, and no longer looked at any person under his feet, including the Alex who talked and laughed in front of him a minute ago. Kes.
Extreme indifference, extreme cruelty...
Because all the incidents caused by Qin Guan have the only goal, that is, to find the characters in the campus, the captain of the football team, the darling of the campus who is always jealous around the wind, the one who laughs lightly in the class, and the most important thing is Violent perpetrators of school violence.
The handsome guy who gave him chewing gum all over his jacket...
Because of the last shot in the empty restaurant, the girlfriend, who was hiding behind the chef in the restaurant, was finally unable to hold back and made a noise.
Qin Guan didn't see anyone, but suddenly smiled. All the people in the scene didn't feel any relief because of this relieved smile.
He chewed the gum, as if recalling the past, but the micro-punch in his hand was more in the most appropriate direction.
The corner clutter room, the corner cash register, and the corner and then the corner, there is no crackling of the burning wooden corridor, and no screams of the students running around, only endless steps, listening to helpless In the ears of men and women is the voice of death.
"Uhhhhhhhhh... look at who this is? See who this is?"
The hunter finally found his final prey, Qin Guan's face also showed the most exaggerated expression, three points of publicity, three points of jokes, three points of revenge, and a point of final relief.
In the huge freezer of the back kitchen, a few slaughtered pigs were hung swingingly in the cold room, a small space that could only accommodate a few people, with panic-stricken men and women.
The culprit's panic, the cold gun's protruding, let the persecuted people enter the frozen warehouse, and then entered the demonic black figure.
The camera came to an abrupt stop here. If you use old age to say "cracker" or "cracker's tail", the usual web-based term is rotten.
Gus here looked at the rolling machine, and Qin Guan with the gun had been silent for a full minute...
"Ok... end!"
The sight of the people on the side of the court was always on Director Gus. I didn't know that this big brother was asleep.
Finally, the mainstay of the whole crew, said the final closing speech of this drama.
Qin Guan aside put down the artificial gun provided by the props team, the most expensive prop material in this drama, which is also a big part of the expenditure.
He rubbed his arm sore because of the continuous performance, and walked to the director with a little doubt about the plot.
"Director Gus, the plot is over here?"
"Yeah?" Director Gus looked at the camera's playback with satisfaction, answering Qin Guan's question without looking up.
"But isn't it the completeness of a story at the beginning and end?
"Why do we have to shoot such a clip and we have ended all the filming? Isn't the ending of Eric no longer reflected?"
Director Gus looked at the replay of the lens inside and shifted to the last frame. He rubbed his sore eyes because of continuous work and raised his head to smile.
"This is an adaptation of a documentary film in itself. If I shoot all the subsequent events, then Eric has no suicide in his subsequent life. Should I take care of it?"
"Did I still come to an American hero to save the world like Hollywood commercials? Or are police films generally subdued by police?"
"The significance of the film "Elephant" is at the end of this open style. You can imagine any possibility, or reflect on what you pay attention to. Everyone here is an independent story. You can Focus on any one person as the protagonist in the film."
"This is enough for me... what do you say? Qin Guan?"
Qin Guan shrugged his shoulders suddenly, and he realized that the director Gus, who looks like an elegant businessman, was just like the sixth-generation director in the old warehouse in the shabby clothes.
He is a director of art films. His thinking is jumping. He is always different from all ordinary people. All of you and me are different. He has his own inexplicable structure, and he who can really understand him must be with him. Very similar warrior. (To be continued.)