America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 381 Mental and Physical Double Blow

Hearing Scott's words, Bell subconsciously squeezed his buttocks, and his eyes swept over the peculiarly shaped pink kettle, feeling both fear and anger.

Think about it, he drank a lot during their recent meetings. What if he got carried away and followed Sofia...

It’s not that the consequences are serious, but that the problems that follow are very serious.

It is better to be a troublemaker yourself than to be treated as a troublemaker by others!
Bell's chest rose and fell violently, as if it would explode at any time.

"Martin Davis!" He hated it so much: "Are you a fucking human being?"

Scott thought of his daughters and said, "That's a bastard that even hell won't take him back!"

Bell had a feeling Scott was telling the truth and asked, “Why are you telling me this?”

Scott walked a few steps with his legs apart: "See me? This is the serious consequence of being with Sofia!" He spoke the truth: "Guess how Sofia knew me?"

Bell naturally replied: "Martin Davis?"

Scott sighed: "Martin Davis introduced me to Sofia, and then I have everything I have today."

Bell looked at Scott with sympathy, thinking that this man had suffered more from Martin than himself.

Scott came here today to tell the truth: "Martin has a close relationship with Sofia, and he specifically asked Sofia to mess with you. He wants you to become like me."

The sympathy in Bell's eyes was gone, only anger was burning.

At this moment, he looked less like Batman and more like an angry Superman.

"Be careful. I'm reminding you because I see you and Martin are not getting along." Scott crossed his legs and walked away.

The strange way he walked kept reminding Bell of what he almost became.

"Martin Davis!" Bale has never hated anyone as much as he does now.

At this moment, in his eyes, heart and mind, there is only Martin, and no room for anything else!
Martin occupied Bell's whole body and mind!
Bell strode towards the studio to find his only one.

That clown, that clown who creates chaos!

He wants justice for the Joker and ends all the chaos on the set.

Just like what Batman did to the Joker.

The door of the studio was open, and Bale strode in. With a quick glance, he saw the clown wearing a tattered suit and his face covered with white paint.

Bell quickened his pace. The series of shocks he had received today made him completely let go of the monster locked in his heart.

A huge spiritual force pushed him towards the clown.

Bruce reminded Martin.

Martin turned to look at Bell, and on his pale face was an endlessly crazy, bloody smile.

Crazy, terrifying, evil, like a nightmare, like an agent of chaos.

Bale suffered mental torture for several months in a row. Coupled with the environment and atmosphere in the studio and the aura of the target character, he had the illusion that he had become Batman.

On the other side is the Joker, Batman's mortal enemy.

Bruce put one hand inside his coat and stared at Bell.

He quietly pushed his feet forward, and the plastic basket filled with ice cola moved a little further along the route he had judged in advance.

Nolan, who was working behind the director's monitor, suddenly looked up and saw Bale walking towards Martin from the door.

Emma Thomas next to her said: "Bell seems to be in a bad mood."

Nolan had a much sharper sense of smell on the set than Emma Thomas and realized that something was going to happen.

As a new-school director with outstanding abilities, Nolan is both calm and composed, yet bold and adventurous.

He stopped Emma Thomas from speaking, moved to sit behind the nearby director's camera, turned it on as quickly as possible, and turned the camera to the rest area where Martin was.

Bale's part has been basically completed, and the remaining action scenes have all been handed over to the action double, which will not affect the normal filming of the crew.

The screenwriter with a well-trained sense of smell floated over like a ghost and asked, "Director?"

Nolan is operating the camera: "Look first."

The screenwriter stopped talking.

Nolan brought over a megaphone so he could speak out to stop things if they got out of hand.

Emma Thomas stood up and called Mene and other trusted people to take control of the situation as soon as her husband wanted to.

Bell strode over, his eyes red, and shouted: "I'm going to kill you, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Martin laughed wantonly and crazily, as if he was too deep into the role and had not yet come out of it. The words he said were also the lines of the clown: "Why are you so serious?"

When the people around heard and saw these words and this expression, they would only think that Martin was still deeply immersed in the role and couldn't extricate himself.

After all, similar situations have happened too many times in recent days.

Even the crew's break time this time was reserved for them by director Nolan, who saw that Martin was too immersed in the role and deliberately interrupted the filming.

But in Bell's eyes, this is sarcasm, ridicule and provocation.

Martin faced Bale as if the real Joker were alive, turned up his blood-red lips, and used the improvisation he often used during filming in recent days.

"Bang—" This slight sound imitating an explosion ignited Bell's tense nerves. Driven by the faint tearing illusion coming from below, he roared: "Go to hell, bastard!"

Bell rushed towards Martin with his fists.

Two strong men over 1 meters tall collided like the Titanic and the iceberg, and loved and hated each other like Jack and Rousi.

Martin roared in pain, stepped back a few steps, and laughed miserably: "Ah...ha..."

Hearing this crazy laugh, Bell shouted without thinking: "I'm going to kill you, you bastard!"

He rushed towards Martin again, clenched his fists, bulged his muscles, and smashed his iron fist towards the extremely disgusting white face!
Bell wants to make this murderer who keeps creating chaos, his nose crooked and his eyes popped out...

But his fist missed!

Since Bell was the first to attack and even shouted that he wanted to kill him, a kind-hearted man like Martin would certainly not allow himself to be slaughtered.

I have filmed many action scenes with Bale, including the scene where Batman beats the Joker with all his might.

Martin has sufficient understanding of Bell's punching habits, strength and speed.

He ducked to avoid Bell's fist and threw out a quick punch with standard boxing moves, hitting Bell's soft spot with a thud.

Bell suddenly had difficulty breathing, but his back fist still hit down with inertia.

Martin raised his shoulder, and Bell's fist hit his shoulder, but it had little power left.

“Ah——” He screamed again, as if he was completely enraged, and suddenly punched out with his back hand.

Bell was distracted and subconsciously tried to defend himself, but Martin's fist was fast and hard, hitting him directly on the side of the face.

Compared to Bruce, who practices with Martin on a daily basis, Bell is far inferior.

He felt like he was hit by a car, something flew out of his mouth, and he was stiff for a moment.

Martin's connecting moves were super fast. He kicked out and hit Bell in the lower abdomen. Bell screamed strangely, snot and tears flowed down together. He fell to his knees and lay flat on the ground.

But Bell still didn't give up. The severe pain in his vitals drove him crazy: "Asshole, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Martin didn't stop for a moment and pounced on her, just like a pervert pounced on a beautiful woman.

He put one hand on Bell's neck, glanced at his leaky teeth, grabbed a plastic bottle of Coke from the plastic basket next to him, and laughed wildly: "You want to kill me? Batman, where is your principle of not killing!"

Seeing Martin grabbing the Coke, Nolan remembered the names of the Coke Master and the Coke God of War, and quickly reached for the loudspeaker: "Stop! Stop now!"

The voice was spoken, but the actor had gone crazy and didn't listen to anything at all.

Martin picked up a plastic bottle of Coke and smashed it on Bell's head with a bang. The plastic bottle burst and the Coke splashed all over Bell's head and face.

Emma Thomas quickly asked someone to pull them apart.

The extras closest to him were indifferent.

They were all from Atlanta.

Martin grabbed the second bottle of Coke and said with a grim smile: "You want to kill me? Can you kill me?"

The Coke made a sound as it flew towards Bell's head.

There was a loud bang and Bell's head and face were covered with bubbles and foam.

Martin picked up the third bottle of Coke and swung it.

Bell had difficulty breathing, he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't hear clearly. His nerves, which had been tortured repeatedly, released the power of anger at the moment of breaking, but after the anger and power disappeared, there was endless emptiness, fatigue and weakness.

"No..." Bell shouted, "No!"

The Coke bottle hit the ground in front of Bell's vitals with a bang, and the splashing Coke wet Bell's legs.

Bell felt a chill in his vitals and was once again struck, the stress response from the injury taking over, causing him to curl up as much as possible, like a cooked shrimp.

Martin picked up another bottle and smashed it down more slowly.

Only those who have been hurt in that place know how terrible it is. Bell was extremely terrified: "No! No! Please..."

The coke fell and exploded again, and Bell panicked: "Please, please!"

The crew security rushed over, but Bruce was one step ahead of them. He ran to Martin, grabbed his arm, and dragged Martin towards him.

"Okay!" He hugged Martin: "No one can hurt you!"

Martin laughed crazily and said the Joker's lines: "I just want to see chaos and destruction! Those things that don't kill me only make me more peculiar!"

He broke free from Bruce's arms, opened his arms, and shouted, "See? I'm not the murderer, the real murderer is him!"

The man accused of the murderer, however, curled up on the floor like a cooked prawn, his hands tightly protecting his vital parts, and between his leaky teeth, he kept uttering neurotic words: "Don't hurt me! Please! Don't hurt me!"

Several security guards tried to help Bell up, but Bell kicked and hit them, shouting, "No! Don't hurt me, please!"

Emma Thomas quickly said: "Bell, it's me, Emma, ​​no one here will hurt you."

Bell pointed at everyone and shouted, "You, and you, are all murderers, all murderers!"

The crowd was eating melons to their heart's content. Today's melons were so sweet and delicious.

An abuser, a protagonist who is extremely unpopular in the crew, and a murderer who shouts that he wants to kill Martin, it all seems a little abnormal.

(End of this chapter)