Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"Hello, Sheriff Boris, welcome to be my guest, please take a seat."

Wu Heng looked at the slight sweat on the other person's forehead and greeted him with a smile.

It seems that this is a person who likes money.

"Hello, Mr. Dean. I rushed over immediately after I answered the call. I didn't have time to change into my dress. I'm really rude."

Boris sat on the sofa, staring at Wu Heng expectantly with a bearded smile.

Like a naive polar bear waiting for food.

"It's okay, Chief Boris. This makes me feel more friendly."

Boris hesitated to speak: "That..."

"Oh, here's the thing. When I came back by car today, I was blocked by a group of black gangsters.

The back cover of my car was smashed with marks, and I felt the tension of the security force, so I decided to fund a sum of money to the police station for improvement. "

While speaking, Wu Heng took out one of the five written checks on the table and pushed it to Boris.

"Mr. Dean, are you not frightened? This group of stowaway chimpanzees are like tumbleweeds on the highway."

"A few disappear every day, but more always come, and it's impossible to clean them up."

"Don't worry, after I return, I will intensify patrols in the area near you to ensure that these damn bastards will not appear in front of you again."

Boris took the check, and he knew in his heart that it was just a few black people, and there was no possibility of comparing with the number on the check, and there were definitely other demands.

"Chief Boris, these are all trivial matters. The main reason I invite you here today is to ask for help in checking the traces of a few people. Here are their names. Each person is worth 100,000 pounds. If there is news within today, each person will be asked for help. Add 100,000."

Wu Heng said and handed over the written note.

The names of four people were written on the note: Christine Cotton, Larry Cotton (father), Frank Cotton (uncle), and Marcus Ames (priest of a certain church).

Wu Heng really couldn't remember the last name of Christine's stepmother Julie, but her father's name was enough to confirm that it was the Christine he was looking for.

Marcus did not appear in the first film, but in the comics, he is a member of the "Interventionist" organization established by Christine and is also part of Wu Heng's plan.

If Marcus exists, it confirms that this is not just the world of the first film, but also a huge world that mixes movies and comics.

"Mr. Dean, can I ask, why are you investigating these people?"

Boris took the note and looked at it. This matter was very simple for him, but as the police chief, he still asked as a professional habit.

"Don't worry, since I invited you here, it's naturally not a crime."

Boris nodded and stared at the remaining four checks on the table with some reluctance:

"Okay, I'll give you the news at night at the latest, then I'll go back first."

After sending Boris out, the housekeeper returned to Wu Heng: "Sir, the detective you need has been contacted. It doesn't cost so much to investigate so many people. One percent is enough."

"Of course I do, it's just that it's important and it's worth spending so much."

Of course Wu Heng understood, but only by quickly finding the locations of these people and determining the plot could the remaining two things continue.

Markle saw Wu Heng's attitude, and he understood that the remaining matter regarding the packaging and promotion of Wu Heng must be supervised and handled with all his strength.

In the evening, Wu Heng had received a reply from the police chief.

Kristen and her father and stepmother are currently living next door in Brooklyn.

Frank was at Hatton Airport two days ago and took the morning flight to Morocco in Africa.

More importantly, Father Marcus found it, and it actually existed.

He serves at the Grasse Church, 600 kilometers away from the manor. There are many people named Marcus, but there is only one priest named Marcus.

It seems that the plot of the first part has not started yet, but it will soon. When Frank returns to Eagle Country, the plot will officially begin, so everything must be hurry up.

Wu Heng recited all the immortals and Buddhas whose names he could remember in his heart, hoping that everything would go well and that he would finally live another life. He must live a wonderful life and it would never end like this.

After rejecting dinner invitations from several women including Mary, Manny, Laura, etc., Wu Heng finally had a good night's rest.

Three days later.

In Grasse Church, Wu Heng was talking to Godfather Marcus.

Looking at the well-dressed godfather with brown hair and beard in front of him, who would have thought that in the years to come, he would become a drunkard who had lost his faith.

"Father Marcus, I'm already here. According to the previous agreement, the exhibition will be held at the door of the church today."

Wu Heng stretched out his wrist and looked at the time.

"Mr. Dean, I have read your work. I hope it can serve as a warning to the world. I don't know whether this is right or wrong."

Marcus began to pray devoutly towards the statue of Jesus on the wall, ignoring the noise outside the church.

‘Marcus, if you knew what you were going through, you would be grateful to me and maybe you should pray to me instead of Jesus. ’

Wu Heng sneered at Marcus' behavior, said something silently in his heart, turned around and walked out the door.

"Mr. Dean, I heard that you were inspired by God in your dream to create this rare work?"

"Sir, can you explain the original intention of creating this work?"

"As a young artist, do you have any other recent plans?"

On the field set up next to the church, a group of reporters surrounded Wu Heng and kept asking various questions.

A glass box covered with red cloth was brought up and placed on the stand. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the box was opened.

Inside is a crystal clear crystal ball. There is red liquid flowing in the crystal ball, like flowing magma.

"Gentlemen and ladies, this is the 'Fire Crystal Ball' created based on the hell in my dream."

"The endless flames inside represent the true cruelty of hell, the endless cycle of never-ending burns."

"The reason why I released this work near the church today is to use the flames of hell to dissuade people from being deceived and falling into the flames of hell."

Wu Heng stood on a high platform covered with a red carpet and talked.

In fact, this crystal ball is just an ordinary handicraft that he ordered overnight at a high price, and it has no artistic value in itself.

The so-called press conference and the advertisements that are instantly spread across nearby cities are just money to clear the way.

Everything is to convey the meaning represented by this "flaming crystal ball".

As the press conference ended, it was already evening. The reporters had already returned to their newspaper offices with their red envelopes, and the crowd of spectators gradually dispersed.

There were only staff waiting to clean up the mess.

"Mr. Dean, do you think it's about to end? There's no one left."

A foreman wearing blue overalls came to Wu Heng and asked softly.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Wu Heng sat on the booth, feeling a little irritable.

‘There’s no reason why he shouldn’t come. ’

Although it is said that arrangements can be continued later, it takes too much time. When Frank comes back from Morocco and the plot begins, the plan will be much more urgent.

Bang, a dirty hand covered with sweat was slapped on the exhibition table covered with red cloth in front of him.

The nails on the black hands were full of black mud.

But Wu Heng no longer cared about this, his eyes narrowed and focused on the crystal ball in his dirty hand.

The wait is here!

In the crystal clear crystal ball, there is a dry pine tree.

White snowflakes fell from the top and floated in the crystal ball. Wu Heng could even hear the whistling of the wind and snow.

These snowflakes seem to have a special attraction,

Wu Heng felt as if he was about to be sucked into it. In this warm season of autumn, he actually felt a bit cold to the bone.

"Where did you come from, homeless man? Get out of here."

The staff member next to him scolded him and was about to pull up a stool and throw it at him.

"Wait a moment."

Wu Heng stretched out his hand to stop him and carefully looked at the hooded homeless man in front of him.

"This is a really special crystal ball. How much does it cost? I want to get it."

Wu Heng said.

"It belongs to you. There is no fire and brimstone in hell, only winter."

The tramp dropped these words and quickly turned around and left.

Wu Heng picked up the crystal ball and did not dare to observe too much.

Carefully put it in the box, wrap it up, and wave to the staff to start finishing.

He has already waited for what he has to wait for, and there is no need to wait any longer.

Are you willing to use your collection, monthly pass, and recommendation vote to exchange two plastic bottles with me?