My own war game

Chapter 419 Intimidation
"Gentlemen, everyone has understood the situation. Please pay attention to your own safety in the near future and it is best not to act alone." Houston raised the threatening letter in his hand.

"OK, boss, I get it. Can I go home now? I promised to go shopping for a scarf with my girlfriend this weekend, but she said she would dump me if I don't go back." The lighting technician at the side raised his hand with a smile, and there was no sign of worry on his face.

"Okay, let's call it a day, but you all understand what I mean, right?" Houston waved his hand helplessly, signaling the staff that they could leave.

He Chi felt a little strange when he saw the crowd leaving the house in a noisy manner. Faced with the threatening letters sent from outside, the entire filming crew was surprisingly calm. He Chi even heard someone muttering about where to go for a drink when they were leaving.

"Mr. Director, everyone doesn't look very nervous?" He Chi tilted his head and looked at Houston beside him.

"Yes, because everyone is used to this kind of thing." Houston said helplessly.

"Used to it? What do you mean?"

"Mr. Bond, have you had little exposure to movies before?"

He Chi tilted his head as if recalling the past.

"Well, not many indeed. The last time I participated in a film was probably in 1940..."

"That's right. You haven't been in this field for a long time, so you may not understand the current situation." Houston spread his hands and explained to He Chi.

"There are about 3000 million people in the United States who watch at least five movies a year, and among them there are about 5 million hardcore movie fans. The actors they like have completely different styles, and everyone has completely different positions."

“What you consider to be a perfect piece of work may be a pile of smelly garbage in the eyes of others.”

"It's the same with actors. A star may be a perfect goddess in the eyes of one fan, but in the eyes of another, she may be worse than a whore on the street who charges 30 bucks a time."

"Therefore, there will always be some extreme fans who cannot accept a certain protagonist, and it is common for them to write threatening letters. Almost everyone will encounter this many times if they have been in this industry for a long time."

"Since 99% of threatening letters are never actually carried out, few people take them seriously unless they are directed at themselves."

"I see," He Chi nodded, "but your opinion was different from everyone else's before."

He still remembered that Houston's face didn't look good when he first saw the letter.

Hughes said with a serious expression, "That's because the threatening letter this time is different."

The director then held up the threatening letter. There was no information about the sender on the envelope, only an old-fashioned stamp.

Inside was a letter written on a typewriter.

Dear Mr. John Houston:
First of all, I want to state that this is not a threatening letter. You can understand it as a sincere advice from an unknown friend.

Stop the current filming immediately and kick Hepburn out of the crew. As a traitor among white people, she does not deserve the public's attention...

Please consider our suggestions carefully, otherwise something very regrettable will happen.

This is not a threat, but a prophecy. I sincerely hope that you and those around you are safe and healthy...】

At the end of the letter was a striking red and white cross - the symbol of the Ku Klux Klan.

"Mr. Bond, you have only been in the United States for a short time, so you may not be familiar with the situation of this group. They have been very active in the country in the past two years, and are often associated with some violent activities."

"Two months ago, a church in Alabama was bombed by members of the Ku Klux Klan, killing four African-American girls."

"Three civil rights politicians were murdered in Mississippi six months ago. One of them was put into a cement bag and thrown directly into the lake."

"These people are attacking civil rights activists and those who advocate racial equality. Miss Hepburn happens to have political inclinations in this regard and has made civil rights speeches in public many times." "So, Mr. Bond, I have reason to suspect that they are serious this time and may really harm Miss Hepburn."

After hearing Houston's answer, He Chi fell into deep thought. He felt that things were not that simple.

When it comes to speaking for civil rights organizations, there are many celebrities on the market. But in terms of influence alone, this little girl Hepburn wouldn't even be in the top 100.

It just so happened that the KKK even launched a separate hijacking for her before.

It seems like making a big deal out of nothing that they come to me again at this time.

There must be some reason that attracted these terrorists to focus their attention on Heben.
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boom! ! ! !

A loud bang came from the studio, breaking the tranquility of the early morning. The whole room was filled with smoke and small debris was scattered all over the floor.

The large light fixture on the ceiling fell down without warning, and the huge impact force created a hole more than half a meter wide in the floor.

Lighting technician Kevin leaned aside in a mess, his right hand bleeding. The chandelier fell in front of him and a steel nail cut a long gash on his arm.

The staff in charge of the venue were checking the situation in a panic, and the actors around them were whispering.

"There's a close-up shot of Miss Hepburn today, so I wanted to come here this morning to check the equipment in advance, but when I got here..." Lighting technician Kevin said with lingering fear, his arm wrapped in gauze.

"Someone deliberately loosened the bolts on the chandelier. Just a little vibration will cause the whole thing to fall down." He Chi threw a deformed small part in front of Houston.

Houston's face turned pale. What he was worried about finally happened.

Just one day later, an accident occurred again on the set.

During the filming of an explosion scene, the amount of gunpowder on the scene was increased several times. If Sean Connery had not been experienced in filming and had rushed out of the explosion zone in advance, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Afterwards, the prop warehouse suffered another small fire.

After several accidents, the entire crew began to panic, and everyone became suspicious, fearing that sudden accidents would hurt themselves.

Several staff members couldn't stand the pressure and left the crew, forcing the lighting technician Kevin to drag his newly recovered arm to the scene to debug the lighting.

Just as he was about to change the direction of a spotlight, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

what! !

The lighting technician was startled, and then found out that the person tapping him on the shoulder was actually the investor.

"Mr. Bond, why are you here?"

"Kevin, how is the injury on your arm? If it hasn't recovered, please don't force it." The investor gave a considerate reminder.

"Yes, sir, it doesn't affect the operation anymore." The lighting technician raised his arm to prove it.

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

bump!
With a dull thud, the white man fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)