From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

A knock on the door made Jack panic.

Anson was caught between laughter and tears.

Anson wanted to say that this was his hospital room, and no one would blame Jack if he allowed it; but Jack didn't care, turned around and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door gently, just like a real thief.

The scene in front of him made Anson unable to hold back, the corners of his mouth completely turned up.

Creak.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Lucas's tall figure appeared.

Seeing Anson was awake, Lucas asked in a deep voice.

"Why aren't you resting properly?"

Anson was speechless, "I've been resting, okay? Why aren't you working?"

Lucas, "I've been working, okay? It's good to take a few days off occasionally."

An eye for an eye.

Anson, "There's no need, really, I'm not unable to take care of myself now..."

Before he could finish speaking, Anson was glared at fiercely by Lucas, and he glared back without showing any weakness, but he didn't finish the rest of his words after all.

Lucas nodded in satisfaction, "I think it should be in the next day or two."

Anson, "Are you sure?"

Lucas, "Yes. Exactly two days, there have been several figures wandering around nearby, trying to figure out the security work schedule."

Jack didn't encounter any obstacles when he came in just now, he must have seized the time difference.

Anson nodded lightly, "Okay, I'll be ready."

Lucas was worried, "Otherwise, you change wards, and I'll stay here to deal with them."

Anson laughed directly, "There's no need, really, you should believe me, they're not worth mentioning."

Lucas's face darkened, "It's these unworthy guys who caused you to be injured..."

Seeing that Lucas was about to nag again, Anson quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, I happen to have a friend I can introduce to you, the young man we ran into at the movie theater in San Francisco last time."

Anson was about to call Jack to tell him that he didn't need to hide anymore, and take this opportunity to introduce Jack to Lucas, but his words were interrupted again, the ward door was knocked for the third time this afternoon—

Lively and extraordinary.

Anson looked at Lucas, asking with a look in his eyes.

Lucas understood and said with his mouth, "There's no one at the door now."

So, could it be the target they were waiting for?

Knock knock.

The second knock came.

Only the knocking sound, no words; and, the knocking sound was like a thief, not loud, worried about waking the sleeping beauty in the room, just a tentative test, an action that revealed a sneaky trace.

The two brothers quickly exchanged a look.

Lucas pushed the sofa into the corner of the ward, quickly sat down, using the shadows of the corner to hide his figure, and firmly closed his mouth.

The air quickly quieted down.

Knock knock.

The third knock came.

This time, without waiting too long, almost after confirming that there was no movement in the ward, the person at the door directly pushed open the ward door, pushed in a cart quickly, and gently closed the room door again.

Turning around, the bright sunset sprinkled in, the whole room was filled with a gentle and bright atmosphere, you could see Anson lying on the hospital bed entering a dream—

Sure enough, as expected.

People often think that a dark and windy night is the best time to cover up criminal activities; but in real life, daytime is often the most unexpected time to act.

Choosing the evening is because after the heat and heat of the entire afternoon, before dinner, fatigue and exhaustion can easily make people relax their vigilance.

At this moment, it is the perfect time to sneak into the ward.

Reality is not a Hollywood movie after all, although Anson's ward is surrounded by a net, he still found a gap.

Hehe, it seems that Anson's injury this time has also reduced his sensitivity and perception, which is the best opportunity for him to win back a city.

He knows that he is wandering on the moral bottom line, he knows that he is swimming in the gray area, but he can't control the excitement and enthusiasm in his heart, the voice of the devil continues to whisper in his ear.

"Entertainment to death. Everyone is like this, there is no need to feel guilty, let alone sin, even if it is not you, other paparazzi will not miss the opportunity."

"So, why can't it be you?"

"What's more, have you forgotten? Those humiliations, those grievances, every time you face Anson, you have suffered all the hardships, lost face, and even developed psychological shadows. Now is the opportunity for revenge, would you miss it in vain?"

"Anyway, Anson is not really paralyzed, is he?"

Evil thoughts began to take root and sprout, and in a blink of an eye, they have grown into towering trees, completely unable to control themselves.

He is not only prepared to seize the opportunity, but also prepared to launch a counterattack—

The grievances of being taken advantage of in the past, this time he will repay them ten times a hundred times.

Everything, according to plan.

Gently, on tiptoe, the figure came to the end of the bed, rummaged out a backpack from under the cart, and rummaged out a camera from it.

In order to cover up his whereabouts, he put on a nurse's uniform, transformed into a staff member of Mount Sinai Hospital, and pushed a cart as a cover, no less inferior to Ethan Hunt in "Mission: Impossible".

Successfully took out the camera and began to look for an angle—

Sneak shots, not just sneak shots, but also need to shoot a perfect composition to prove his ability and completely control the situation.

He can now imagine that not only the paparazzi, but other reporters should also marvel and marvel, and then he will become the uncrowned king.

A smile climbed to the corner of his mouth, because he was too excited and too excited, his hands were shaking, he couldn't remember when he was so excited last time, was it the first assignment of his paparazzi career?

The angle, finally found.

This time, he didn't forget to turn off the flash; moreover, the room was full of sunset, and there was no need for a flash, he believed he could complete a work of art.

However, when he aimed the lens at Anson and was about to focus, he found—

Anson was also holding a camera in his hand, a Polaroid, aiming the lens at him.

Wait, what's going on?

Before he had time to think, the next second, he could clearly see the smile on Anson's lips rising into a beautiful arc in the orange halo.

"Three, two, one, cheese!"

Click.

Anson took the lead in pressing the shutter, recording the scene in front of him.

That figure was completely stunned in place:

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? So what happened here?

Everything, dazed and chaotic.

The previous second, things were still in his control.

The next second, the world had been turned upside down.

For a moment, his head couldn't keep up, the violently shaking pupils and the fingers that forgot to press the shutter betrayed his true thoughts at this moment.

Then, Anson had already revealed a smile and waved his hand, "Hey, Kevin."