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"Duka, what do you think of Sharon Stone? I remember you mentioned her the other day."

Two days later, Lauren Tynes called and asked.

"Sharon Stone?"

Duka raised his brows and thought of a memorable scene. A woman in a golden dress slowly took off her clothes in front of the mirror, revealing her hot curves.

There are also women sitting in the interrogation room, constantly crossing their long legs, and occasionally revealing a hint of beauty, which makes a group of old men drool.

This is a scene from the movie "Basic Instinct", a 1992 film.

A friend once liked this movie very much. He bought the extended version of the DVD and watched it more than 20 times. Duca watched it a few times by the way and found it quite good.

Currently, Sharon Stone is only a second-tier star. She has played a few supporting roles and is not popular in film and television.

In June of this year, she appeared on the cover of "Playboy". With her sexy figure, she became very popular. She jumped from the third-tier to the second-tier. She belongs to the category of sexy actresses.

"She can do it too!"

"Haha, great. Originally, I was worried that you thought she wasn't popular enough. Since you think it's good, I'll make arrangements right now."

"OK!"

Duca hung up the phone and looked at Quentin Tarantino in front of the bar.

"Quentin, what did you just say?"

"I said it feels great to write a script here. How about booking a seat here?"

The music in the bar was too loud, Quentin raised his head and said loudly.

"Writing a script here? Are you sure?"

Duka asked loudly, pointing to the crowded dance floor and the dazzling lights.

"Yes, I stayed in the apartment for three days and wrote just one line. I wrote a whole chapter in less than half a day here. The environment here is very suitable for creation!"

Quentin said loudly.

"No problem, you can create here, sit wherever you like, and tell me if you need anything."

"Thanks!"

Quentin took a big sip from his wine glass, then lay on the bar and continued writing. The noisy environment around him didn't seem to have any negative impact on him.

After writing for a while, Quentin raised his head and shouted,

"Duka, your image is very cool. I want to design a character using your characteristics. What do you think?"

Duka laughed, put down the ice pick in his hand,

"what are you writing?"

"Reservoir Dogs tells the story of a group of robbers who failed to rob a bank and all of them died."

"Yes, but you may not be able to write my character well, because when I go to rob a bank, there is absolutely no chance of me failing."

Duka joked, waving the ice pick.

"Haha, I am a screenwriter, the biggest screenwriter. As long as I want to write, God will fail if he robs a bank."

"Cool, you have the final say on your script."

Duca smiled and gave him a refill of sparkling wine.

Quentin told him the outline of the story. The overall plot was similar to Quentin's Virgo "Reservoir Dogs", which was boring and absurd.

"Duka Duka, there's a fight over there."

While they were chatting, Tony ran over panting with a tray.

"Where is Javier?"

"Javier tried to stop him but was knocked down."

Javier is one of the security guards at the bar, mainly maintaining order in the venue. This guy is 195 centimeters tall, with dark skin, a fat build, a bald head and a big beard, and messy tattoos on his arms. He has the appearance elements that a man should have.

All available.

But in reality he was just a slut, and Duka could beat him to tears for half an hour with one punch.

"Why fight?"

Duca walked out of the bar and asked.

"They were some of Frodo's men. They were crowded on the dance floor and playing hooligans. When the girl's boyfriend pushed them away, Frodo started to beat them."

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Tony said as he walked.

"Duka, do you want to help?"

Quentin asked fiercely.

"Haha~ No need, I can handle them."

Duca waved his hand. Quentin looked quite ferocious. Who knows if he might be the same guy?

When they came to the dance floor, all the two to three hundred dancers stopped, and there was an open space in the middle. Three gangsters dressed in colorful clothes were kicking and beating the boy lying on the ground, swearing while kicking.

A girl was sitting next to her crying. Javier tried to block her, but was pushed to the ground by two other gangsters.

These people are gangsters on the street who often steal, sell, and rob. Last time they secretly sold goods in the bar, he kicked them out. This time they probably came here intentionally to cause trouble.

"stop!"

Duca shouted from the sidelines.

The three of them didn't even look at her. They gave the boy two more feet and said, "What's wrong with me touching her? I'm going to fuck her violently that night."

Peng!

Duka walked over and kicked the short man in the middle away.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to stop?"

Duca grabbed the wrist of a gangster in the middle and asked with a cold face. This person was Frodo, the little leader of several gangsters.

"Fuck! Let go!"

Frodo screamed in pain, suddenly took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed him.

Duka twisted his hand hard, and Katcha directly broke the opponent's wrist joint.

Frodo immediately let out a scream and rolled on the ground holding his wrists.

I was too gentle to a few people last time, which is why I allowed them to be so presumptuous. This time I must be ruthless to give them a longer memory.

"Fuck! Let's go together and fuck this bastard to death!"

Frodo fell to the ground and roared.

Duka added another kick, breaking several of the opponent's front teeth.

Three gangsters also gathered around. The first one held a butterfly knife in his hand, waved it a few times in a flashy manner, and then stabbed him with a cry.

Duka rolled up his sleeves unhurriedly, turned around and caught the opponent's hand with his arm, clenched his fist and hit the opponent's nose hard, and poof~ nosebleeds burst out.

The second man also slashed from behind with a knife. The crowd around him screamed, and some shouted to be careful.

Duka didn't look back, he held the first man under his arm, lifted it hard, used it as a weapon and shouted it, hitting the second gangster directly on the head.

The two gangsters fell together and fell into pieces.

Wow~

There was a burst of exclamation from all around, it was too cruel and violent, how could anyone use humans as weapons?

The third man had not yet stepped forward. He held the knife and took a cautious step back.

"Give me the knife!"

Duka shouted with a cold face.

The man shook the knife in his hand, hesitating whether to hand it over or not.

Duka took a step forward, grabbed the opponent's wrist, raised his hand and slapped him twice.

"What are you doing wrong? You insist on playing with knives. If you dare to come to the bar to cause trouble next time, I will crush your necks. Do you understand?"

Duka grabbed the man's neck and asked harshly.

"understand!"

The man nodded repeatedly, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

"roll!"

The five gangsters covered their wounds and crawled out of the bar.

Duca waved to the resident band,

"Keep singing, keep dancing!"

The music at the venue became loud again.

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"Boss, is Duka too cruel? I'll beat him to death and frighten the guests."

On the stairs to the second floor, Marco said a little fearfully.

When I saw Duca like that before, I knew he was not easy to mess with, but no one thought that he was so difficult to mess with. He fought against five gangsters with knives alone and beat them so badly. It was so cruel.

"Be ruthless. Those bastards come to my place every day to carry out bulk goods. I was fined three times by the police station. If I could beat them, I would definitely strangle them all with one hand. What Duka did was so satisfying."

Tom said, holding his fat fists.

Marco curled his lips and said, "Boss, I heard that Frodo is Boss Ajit's man. Boss Ajit has hundreds of people. What if they come to take revenge?"

"Uh~"

The expression on Tom's face suddenly froze, "Damn it, how can this guy Duca hit people casually? If this happens, I will definitely have to pay a lot of money."

"Yes, boss. If you had known earlier, you should have asked me to be the supervisor. How about you give me a salary increase of US$5,000 now and replace me with the job?"

Marco chuckled.

"You? You don't work seriously and you stay away when something goes wrong. Are you worthy of a monthly salary of 5,000 US dollars?"

Tom asked with a straight face.

Marco's mouth twitched and he said, 'Although I'm not that capable, I won't get into trouble.' After saying that, Tata walked down the stairs.

Tom snorted coldly, "If you want my money, this is absolutely impossible."

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"Winona, why don't we drink somewhere else? That Duca guy is too dangerous and he doesn't act like an ordinary bartender. It's better to stay away from him."

In the bar aisle, Winona's female assistant looked at the bar and said.

"What are you afraid of? Does he dare to hit me?"

Winona brushed her hair from her forehead and walked over with her jeans on.

When I arrived at the bar, I saw a burly man grabbing Duca's arm and asking him in an excited and trembling voice how he could be so powerful. He asked him if he was a killer, an agent, and if he was an ace special forces soldier?

Duka said no, he just practiced free fighting for a few years.

The strong man didn't believe it. He said that all his moves were actual combat techniques. He could defeat the enemy with one move. He was very powerful. He must have been specially trained. He also said that his moves were very beautiful. They were more realistic and more exciting than the violent aesthetics in movies.

Shocking, it can be added to his new script.

"It's up to you, you're the screenwriter and you have the final say."

Duka smiled and looked at the repeat customers in front of the bar.

"Winona, what would you like to drink today?"

"casual!"

Winona shrugged her shoulders, sat on the high stool, and stared at him with her deep eyes.

“How about a Bloody Mary?”

Duca washed his hands in the sink, and the blood on his hands washed into the white sink, like the color of a Bloody Mary cocktail.

yue~

Winona stuck out the tip of her tongue and retched.

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