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"Hey, Duca, aren't you a little too much? I called you yesterday morning, but you didn't call me back until more than a day later. Are you that busy every day?"

On the phone, Quentin said dissatisfiedly.

Duca smiled and said, "Sorry, Monica came back from France the day before yesterday. I played with her all day yesterday. I just saw your missed call today. Do you have anything serious to ask me about?"

"Hey~ What you said sounds very awkward, as if it's not serious every time I come to you."

Quentin complained.

"Well, my wording was not accurate and caused you to misunderstand. I apologize to you."

Duca smiled.

"No, where are you? When will you come to the company? I will introduce you to a friend. He is also a very talented screenwriter and director, and a second-generation Mexican immigrant. You should have many topics to talk about when we meet."

"What's his name?"

"Robert Rodriguez, I will introduce you to him when we meet."

"Okay, I'll come to the company at 3:30 in the afternoon."

"See you in the afternoon!"

Quentin hung up the phone and shook his head. This guy was becoming less and less interested in advancement. Women are indeed the poison that destroys a man's will.

"Robert, please continue the story you just told."

Quentin looked at the young man in front of him. This man was Robert Rodriguez, a native of Texas and a descendant of second-generation Mexican immigrants.

The two met at a party two days ago. Robert is also a director and had made a short film. The two chatted for a few words and got very close and gradually became friends.

"Quentin, first of all, I want to emphasize that this is not a story, but a fact. It is what really happened in Mexico. My script is also adapted from some of his stories."

Robert Rodriguez said seriously.

"Okay, then you continue talking about the killer Duka. Hey, wait, that killer is also called Duka?"

Quentin was suddenly stunned.

"Yes, the killer's name is Duca Díaz Hurtado. Have you heard of this name?"

"No, it's just that the names are a bit similar, you go on."

Quentin took out a pen and paper and prepared to write it down.

"This incident started in June last year. There was a shootout on Inker Street in Mexico City last June. According to the official, the shootout resulted in 3 deaths and more than ten people injured. According to gossip, it was rumored that

More than 80 gang members were killed."

"More than eighty? Did that killer Duka do it?"

Quentin said in surprise.

"Yes, it is said that his girlfriend was kidnapped by a gang in Motong Street. After he heard about it, he single-handedly broke into the gang's lair, locked all the key members of the gang in a house, and shot them all.

Killed, and afterward the police pulled more than 30 bodies from the room."

Robert clenched his fists and his voice was trembling.

"Kill them all?"

Quentin frowned, "He killed more than thirty gangsters with guns by himself? Or in a house? How is this possible?"

"It's true! I can guarantee this. In June, I happened to be in Mexico City. After hearing the news, I found a connection and went to the local police station, where I saw those corpses, which were very bloody."

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Robert shook his head, "That gun battle was so weird. The police have been investigating it for a year, and they still don't know how he could kill so many people in a room by himself."

"and after?"

Quentin asked.

"After provoking the gang, Duca robbed the gang's treasury. The gang sold goods in the city, forced women to sell their bodies, smuggled oil, and loan sharks, making them rich.

Rumor has it that Duca robbed millions from the gang's coffers, some say tens of millions of dollars.

After the news spread, the police, local gang organizations, trafficking groups, and local military regions launched a hunt for him, all trying to grab the money."

"Then what? Where's the money?"

"After grabbing the money, Duca settled his girlfriend first, and then took the money out of the city. On that day, the police arranged more than 20 police cars, and gang members sent hundreds of motorcycles and sports cars to block the Insurrectionist Avenue.

He wants to catch him.

But his driving skills were very high. He drove a Ferrari sports car all the way from the city center to the northern suburbs, and finally disappeared into the slums.

The streets were very lively that day. I was wandering around the city and shooting footage, and I happened to encounter this incident. I filmed it with a camera at that time. Do you want to take a look?"

"Yes, do you have the video tape with you?"

Quentin said excitedly.

"I've brought it with me. This is my movie material. I'll take it with me everywhere."

Robert took out a video tape and called Quentin.

Quentin immediately put it into the player to play.

On the TV, after a messy scene, someone yelled, look there, and the camera focused on the Avenue of the Insurrectionists.

I saw dense traffic on the street. A red Ferrari was speeding through the traffic, followed by 17 or 18 motorcycles, and more than a dozen police cars were chasing in the distance.

The scene was very lively.

But because the sports car was too fast and their cameras followed too slowly, they only saw the red sports car hit two motorcycles and disappear into the street in the distance, and the police car followed.

The scene ends here, only less than two minutes in total.

"This is so exciting, just like making a movie."

After watching the video, Quentin marveled.

"The more exciting thing is yet to come. After leaving the city, the gangs launched an attack on him. They sent dozens of off-road vehicles and hundreds of people to chase him, and even used rocket launchers.

They chased him from Mexico City to Guanajuato State. It is said that when they arrived in Casa State, the local garrison also sent thousands of people to intercept him in front, preparing to form an encirclement with the robbers behind him. As a result, Duca single-handedly killed him.

Siege."

"This is too exaggerated, too exaggerated. Thousands of soldiers and hundreds of robbers can't stop him alone?"

Quentin shook his head in disbelief.

"Accurate news is that the local guards were indeed dispatched. No one knows how many there are. A conservative estimate is that it will not be less than the robbers. After being surrounded by heavy troops from both sides, Duka fled into the mountains.

When fighting guerrilla warfare, it was rumored that his marksmanship was very accurate and he could kill an enemy with one shot. He eventually killed hundreds of people and successfully escaped from the robbers' encirclement."

"Killed hundreds more people?!"

"Yes, after leaving Casa State, Duca went all the way north to Chihuahua and then entered the Chihuahua Desert. There was no news about him again.

There is news that he was killed in the desert by dozens of robbers. Official news also agreed that he died in the desert. Anyway, there was no news about him afterwards.

After hearing this story, I was greatly shocked, and later I wrote the script "The Killer's Elegy" based on this news."

Robert Rodriguez sighed.

"This is really shocking. One person killed so many people in a house, and then was chased by so many people? Is the killer named Duka a superman?"

Quentin touched his chin and said.

"Now in Mexico, the name Duca is similar to Superman, because he kills all bad people, gang members who do all kinds of evil, and because he kills people to save his girlfriend, so many young people and girls worship him and treat him as

As a hero, Superman. Now many film companies in Mexico are preparing to adapt his deeds into movies and TV series, and my script is just one of them."

Robert said.

"This is indeed a good material. Do you have any information there? I would like to know more about the whole process of this matter. Maybe I can find creative inspiration from this news."

Quentin thought for a while and said.

"Yes, when I was writing the script, I was reading the information while writing. There are a lot of news and newspaper clippings about him."

Robert opened his backpack and took out a thick pile of information, about as thick as the Oxford English Dictionary.

"Haha, great, I have something to do recently."

Quentin took it and opened the file and looked at it. First of all, he was attracted by the photo on the file.

"Is this Duka? No way, this guy looks very young, like a pretty boy. How can this guy be so powerful?"

Quentin stared at the photo and said suspiciously.

"It's true. According to official statistics, he was only 18 years old last year."

"Eighteen?!"

"Yes, isn't it incredible? I also suspected that this age was fake at the time, but after investigation, it was all real data."

Robert shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Eighteen-year-old super killer? This thing seems to be getting more and more interesting."

Quentin twitched his lips and continued to read the information, hoping to find some creative inspiration in these materials.

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