A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

boom!boom!

It was stuffy and hard; the windowpane shook from the vibration.

Liang Yu frowned, picked up the megaphone, and started yelling.

"Which extra is setting off these random shots? We're recording live sound! The production crew, go and check this out! Don't let them add unnecessary scenes!"

The stagehand was about to rush out.

The guardrail outside the film set was knocked over, the metal scraping the ground with a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Three men rushed in through the gap in the railing.

Black bandit mask, bulletproof vest, with scratches on the vest.

The clothes were stained with blood, and the smell of rust, sweat, and gunpowder wafted out.

Everyone had an AK, the paint on the gun was worn, and the magazines were heavy and cumbersome.

The gun barrels were raised and aimed at the thirty-odd people in the film crew.

The film set came to a standstill.

Chen Xing stood at the front, his eyes lighting up.

He stood up and clapped, "Director Liang! Where did you find this guest star? This is so real!"

The photographer next to him nodded in agreement, "The blood plasma looks great, and the distressed clothes are professionally done."

"This gun prop is newly made by the prop team? It's heavier than the ones in the studio."

"That was a good slam when you hit the railing, you had enough explosive power."

The three robbers stood frozen in place. They had just rushed out of the bank next door, but their robbery failed, and they got into a conflict with the security guards.

The police will be here soon; they're here to take the film crew hostage!

As a result, a group of people applauded and praised their costumes and props.

The gang leader tightened his grip on his gun. "Shut up!"

He pulled the bolt, raised the muzzle, and fired the gun towards the ceiling.

Rat-a-tat-tat! Bullets tore the ceiling apart.

A large glass chandelier on the ceiling was hit, its metal frame wobbled, and the glass slid down with it.

One second the production crew was praising the "professional costumes, makeup, and props," and the next second they all fell silent.

The smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils—real guns!

An extra lay on the ground, clutching his head, his voice distorted as he tried to shout.

The makeup artist dropped her powder puff on the ground, and the microphone boom slammed into the light fixture with a ripping sound, leaving a long section of the power cord hanging out.

"Real guns!"

"Run!"

"Don't push! Don't push!"

The crowd became chaotic, with more than thirty people crammed into the set hall, and the doorway, pillars, and camera tracks all becoming obstacles to their path.

Song Ze was closest to the robbers; he had just been standing on the periphery watching the commotion.

After the gunshot, he stood frozen in place.

The chandelier above his head was about to crash down on him, half of its glass end attached.

"Get down!" Lu Yuan had already arrived.

He grabbed Song Ze by the back of his collar, pulled him back with his arm, and used his waist and abdomen to drag Song Ze away from his original position and shove him behind the prop tables on either side.

Crash! The chandelier crashed down where Song Ze had just been standing.

Glass splattered onto the table, leaving several white streaks.

Song Ze was pressed so hard that his chest hit the ground, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

Lu Yuan released his grip and then gently pressed his head under the table again.

"Don't look up. Your hairstyle isn't worth a bullet."

Song Ze's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

For the first time, he felt safe even when someone pinned him to the ground.

Meanwhile, the chaos on set pushed the three robbers to their limits.

The leader kicked over the sound engineer who was blocking his way and smashed the butt of his rifle at a stagehand who was trying to squeeze through the side door.

The stagehand screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his shoulders as he rolled to the wall.

"Don't fucking move!"

The second robber rushed to the left side of the hall, locked a temporary fire door from the inside, and then pulled over a prop cabinet to block it.

The third robber acted even faster, rushing to the back door of the studio, pulling down the roller shutter, and then inserting a steel pipe into the doorknob.

They clearly know their roles well and this isn't the first time they've done this kind of work!

The leader, holding an AK, herded the crowd toward the corner.

"Hands on your head! Crouch down!"

"Throw the phone away!"

"Anyone who dares to call the police, I'll beat them up first!"

Cell phones were thrown to the ground one by one.

Liang Yu, Xu Zhou, Lao Mai, Chen Xing, the makeup team, the lighting team, and the extras were all herded to a corner of the set hall.

More than thirty people squatted down with their heads in their hands.

What was just a filming location has now become a hostage cage.

Lu Yuan was also squatting there, with a thermos cup at his feet.

He casually pulled Lao Liu's cat carrier behind the prop table and zipped it up. The inside was unusually quiet; they probably realized it wasn't just ordinary overtime today.

"Shut up! All of you shut up!" the bandit leader roared, his voice hoarse.

The more you yell, the more panicked people become.

A young woman from the makeup team leaned against the corner of the wall; a shard of glass had grazed her forearm. Blood trickled down her arm as she stared at the muzzle of the gun, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me..." She covered her ears and began to scream.

The shrill sound sent chills down one's spine.

The leader was already in a hurry, and upon hearing this scream, his remaining rationality was completely washed away.

He strode over, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the girl's forehead, and the hot barrel pressed down on her forehead.

"Say it again!"

Chen Xing closed his eyes, his teeth chattering.

Old Mai covered his mouth tightly with his hand, afraid that he would make a sound.

Liang Yu's storyboard lay at his feet, and no one dared to pick it up.

The leader's finger was on the trigger.

He wants to establish his authority! Kill one person, and the rest will obey.

This is the crudest, yet most effective, way for ruthless bandits to control the situation.

At the very moment the gun barrel was lowered.

Lu Yuan moved, reaching for the thermos cup at his feet and flicking his wrist.

The thermos cup hit a nearby abandoned hollow metal shelf.

A loud clang—the sound of metal clashing—was unusually jarring in the hall.

The girl's scream was cut off. The leader's roar also stopped.

All three guns turned towards Lu Yuan at the same time.

The crew members squatting in the corner all looked at him with expressions as if he were crazy.

Liang Yu nearly ground her teeth to powder.

Good heavens! Why did you have to provoke him at this time!

The leader pointed his gun at him. "Do you want to die?"

Lu Yuan looked up and said, "You just came from the bank next door."

The leader didn't speak.

Lu Yuan continued: "The robbery failed, and there was a shootout with the security guards. Some of you were injured."

The second robber tightened his grip.

Lu Yuan looked at his waist.

"We don't have much ammunition. You're not here to kill anyone; you need to buy time, find a vehicle, and find a way out."

The leader hissed, "Shut up."

Lu Yuan continued.

"Now that the hostage has been killed, the nature of the crime changes from armed robbery and hostage-taking to murder. The SWAT team will fire their first round of fire when they enter the room; they won't talk to you about it."

He paused for a moment, then said, "There's no need to risk your life for money."

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the hall.

The leader's gun was still pressed against the girl's forehead, but his finger didn't press down any further.

These few words laid bare his entire situation.

Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the girl. "Listen to me."

The girl cried so hard she couldn't breathe.

Lu Yuan's words were brief: "Shut up."

The girl sobbed.

"Inhale, count to three."

"one."

"two."

"three."

"vomit."

His voice was low, each word like a switch being turned on.

The girl's previously chaotic and out-of-control breathing was forced to follow along for two rounds. The crying subsided, leaving only her shoulders trembling.

The scream had already been shoved back down Lu Yuan's throat!