Bow and thank you for your kindness, just a great reward~~~!!!

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Of course, making a disaster film is just an idea now, and the most important task at the moment is to make "Spring of the Cowherd Class".

American newspapers and magazines introduced director Smith Zhou Da, who survived death in a tornado, exclaiming that this was God's test. The American Saw Fan Association specially organized a large group of people to comfort Zhou Shaoming, and the flowers he brought almost filled the entire room, which made him a little flattered.

Robert, Jeremy, and Christina Jr. all put down their work and ran to Zhou Shaoming together, as if they could feel at ease as long as they saw that he was not injured. Zhou Shaoming also followed the public opinion and spent two days to settle the endless interview team and condolences.

It was confirmed that Zhou Shaoming would not be in any danger. Robert Jr., Jeremy and Christina left. After all, they still had a lot of things to do.

Christina even wanted to quit her job as the starring actor of "Beautiful Girls Cheerleading" and stayed with Zhou Shaoming to take care of him. Zhou Shaoming coaxed her sweetly for a long time before the beautiful girl who was heartbroken to leave with confidence.

Okay, everything is back to normal, director Smith Chow can finally concentrate on carrying out "Spring of the Cowherd Class" to the end.

But after the natural disaster, there are always people who want to make Zhou Shaoming unhappy.

"Damn it, this guy is always so lucky?" Sean Smith had smashed several bottles of red wine in the luxurious office. He was angry and sat down on the chair in the big class in anger, constantly massaged his temples with his fingers.

"Boss, the person you contacted is outside now. Will you invite him in?" The follower in black stood upright and asked respectfully.

"Call him in! I can't let that guy be so arrogant anymore!" Sean threw the magazine on his hand angrily. The huge title on it stimulated him very abnormally.

"I am blessed by God!" - This is what the popular supernova director said in the Daily Newspaper when interviewing Zhou Shaoming. The picture next to it is Zhou Shaoming's face as calm and resolute as ever.

"God's guarantee? Then this time, see if your God is still standing on your side!" Sean gritted his teeth and squeezed out this sentence from the corner of his twisted mouth, staring at the two people who opened the door and walked in.

He has a big bald head, sunglasses that never leave his body, a face full of flesh, a huge gold necklace hanging around his short and thick neck, and his extremely strong arms and feet are as thick as ordinary men's thighs, and is full of terrifying tattoos that are daunting.

The guy who looked no good was wearing a black jacket, but nothing was worn inside. Heavy muscles bulged, full of explosive power.

A piece of his waist bulged high on his left side, looking like a gun.

"Boss, this is the black wolf Denzel of p13." The follower told Sean in a low voice.

"Haha! Welcome, my friend! Denzel is it? I'm so happy to see you today!" Sean's yellow teeth grinned, stretched out his hand enthusiastically, and shook with the black wolf Denzel.

Denzel's momentum was very steady, and there was always a faint smell of blood floating into Sean's nose. Sean knew that looking at him like this, he might have a few lives in his hands.

"Mr. Smith asked me to come. It's not that I want to know me, a rough man, right?" Denzel sat down with a big thorn, took off his sunglasses, revealing his hideous face.

His left eye was already blind, and it was slashed hard, leaving a huge scar from the corner of his eyebrows to the wings of his nose. The only right eye revealed a fierce light, like a poisonous snake that wanted to choose someone to eat.

Sean's heart also jumped suddenly. The murderous p13 members in front of him were not something that ordinary people could see.

"Haha, Mr. Denzel is a happy person, so I don't talk nonsense. I have a business that I want to ask you to help me do. I wonder if you would?" Sean stood up, turned around several times, and then suddenly said in a cold tone toward Denzel.

"Who to kill? How much does it cost?" Denzel asked nothing, but just asked the most critical question directly.

"Uh, how do you know I want you to kill someone for me?" Sean was a little surprised.

Denzel smiled, with a few gold teeth showing his big mouth. He picked up the red wine on the table and took a slight sip, and said with a slanted eye: "Isn't it just killing someone, covering up the secret, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay! I want to ask Mr. Denzel to help me kill someone. That person is Smith Zhou. You probably won't know him, right?" Sean was excited by Denzel, blushing, and a vicious light appeared in his small triangle's eyes.

"hoho! The great supernova director? Of course I know him! Now people in the United States who don't know him can count it with their fingers? I really didn't expect that I could kill another director in my life!" Denzel said without saying anything.

"Yes, it's him! How about it? I'll give you a million US dollars! Pay 50% first, and then pay 50% after the matter is done. How about it in one week?" Sean couldn't wait, and his heart was determined to kill Zhou Shaoming, as uncontrollable as a volcano eruption.

"A such a famous person wants to buy his life for just one million dollars?" Denzel took out a nail clipper disdainfully and grinded his nails casually.

"Then, how much do you want?" Sean asked dissatisfied.

“$5 million!”

"**! Why don't you rob it?"

"Take money? Haha, how come money is quickly caused by killing people?"

"Let me do this, I'll give you two million dollars first, and then pay three million dollars after the matter is done. If you don't accept it, then forget it!" Sean, who was eager to solve his heart disease, had no choice.

"Okay! No problem. No matter who he is, I will help you with the money! Don't worry, boss, in a week, you will see the news in the newspaper. Director Smith, Chow is dead!" Denzel stood up and said firmly.

"Okay! Great! Then I'll wait for your good news!" Sean, who was a little sad about the five million dollars, stood up with a face full of vileness, took out the check that had been prepared long ago, filled in some numbers, and handed it to Denzel.

"But you still have to do it clean!" Sean, who was afraid of causing trouble, reminded him.

"I have killed seventeen people, and it's not unclear yet!" Denzel was very dissatisfied with Sean's attitude. He suddenly grabbed Sean's clothes, raised the guy with one hand, took out the gun on his waist like lightning, pressed Sean's chin, and roared with a grin.

"Hey, hey! I believe, I believe! Let me go!" Sean grabbed Denzel's hand tightly, his soul scattered, and he shouted.

"It's better not to treat me with suspicion in the future! Do you understand?" Denzel pinched Sean's neck tightly until he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He let Shaun fall to the ground like a broken pocket. Denzel blew the check in his hand, grinned, stood up and strode out.

Sean, who was still in shock, coughed repeatedly, looked at Denzel resentfully and walked out of the room, but found that he was weak and could not stand up. Then he shouted at the follower who was stunned: "**! What are you looking at! Why don't you help me get up!"

The black-clad follower rushed up and helped Sean, who was so scared that he couldn't stand up, and helped him, who was in a mess, to the chair of the big class.

"**! You idiot!" Sean, who had recovered some vitality, finally got angry and kicked the black-clothed follower to the ground, then fell heavily on the chair. He fantasized about seeing Smith Zhou's death a week later, and couldn't help laughing happily.

Behind the crazy laughter, no one noticed the light in the eyes of the black-clad follower who was lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!