Superstar

Brad thought Hugo was like a cobra.

Hugo was kneeling on the ground at this time, looking like a sinner on the ground, he was shorter than Brad, but he was still so calm, his thighs and calves were stretched straight out, as if he were The perfect right angle makes people suspect that he is not a criminal at all, but the most pious believer in the world.

Hugo did not speak hurriedly, as if a knowledgeable professor at an academic conference was telling everyone about his scientific research results, calm but powerful, but restrained, and the seemingly plain words were like heavy pressure. The invasion made Brad feel unable to breathe, and the panic in his heart started to set off the stormy waves uncontrollably, and every word was sharply stinging his eardrums.

Hugo’s amber eyes looked a little fuzzy under the setting sun, reflecting the orange-red prison uniform, which seemed to be tailored by the world’s top designers, making those eyes reflect more than the setting sun. The more enchanting light, like the most wonderful miracle in the world, the undisturbed eyes are like the unfathomable Loch Ness, and the water monsters that may swallow them at any time are hidden in those shining eyes.

Brad thinks that Hugo is the devil, he just kneels down so well-behaved and humble, he speaks like a gentleman and gracefully, he just looks at it calmly and tenderly, but it makes Brad feel that he is step by step. Being dragged into the abyss, his brain didn't even want to resist. The faint shouts in his mind didn't work at all. He could only stare at Hugo, and could only become the marionette in Hugo's hands.

"I took a souvenir, her beautiful head..." Such an elegant tone revealed a deep chill, which made Brad shudder. "What nonsense is he talking about?" Brad looked at Morgan, who was running over panting. Asked with a puzzled face.

"Give me the gun," Morgan said urgently.

Hugo looked at Brad in this way, and watched quietly. The sun was a little dazzling and some backlighting. Hugo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Brad carefully. In the setting sun, Brad's handsome face looked like Apollo in Greek mythology, but the panic in his eyes leaked out irresistibly. Hugo lifted his chin slightly, as if he wanted to see Brad more closely, and he seemed to be enjoying the **** sunset-this seems to be the first time the crew has been filming under the sun since the filming started. , He was greedily bathed in the warmth of the sun.

"What happened over there?" Brad only felt that he was breathing quickly, and the gun in his hand was raised involuntarily and aimed at Morgan and Hugo, but he couldn't help but back away. At this moment, Morgan and Hugo are his enemies.

Morgan looked down at the gun in his hand. He tried his best to avoid contact with Hugo. He looked straight at Brad, then threw his gun away-away from Hugo, and spoke again. Persuaded Brad, "Throw the gun away."

"Let me take a look at that box, what is in that box!" Brad also felt something was wrong, and entered the defensive mode like a hedgehog. He looked at Morgan angrily with his eyes. He couldn't control his emotions. Everything was wrong. As if there was an invisible thread pulling, his emotions were like a volcano, just about to move.

"Because I am jealous of your ordinary life..." Hugo's voice is slow and powerful, in sharp contrast with Brad's anxiety and Morgan's eagerness, like a clear spring in midsummer, easily attracting everyone Attention.

Brad stood stiffly in place, and Morgan forced himself to ignore Hugo, approaching Brad step by step, and said gently, "Put the gun down."

"It seems that jealousy is the crime I committed." Hugo was like recite a poem, so graceful that it made people cry, but no one wanted to appreciate it at this time.

Brad looked at Morgan, who was getting closer to him, and took two steps back again, full of anxiety, "Oh, what the **** is in the box! What the **** is in the box!" He faced Morgan, aggressively. Morgan had nothing to do, except for the phrase "put down the gun", he couldn't organize language at all.

"He just told you." Hugo whispered, softly speaking, only a wisp of air remained, like a whisper in the baby's ear after coaxing the baby to sleep.

The gentle tone was creepy, but to Brad, it seemed to be a demonic language rising from the depths of hell. It penetrated Morgan’s persuasion, his own roar, and the air. Depression and hotness penetrated the panic atmosphere and exploded directly on the edge of his eardrums. This made his emotions completely out of control. He walked towards Hugo with a pistol and shouted angrily, "You lie!"

"You fucking. Liar!" Brad pointed his gun directly at Hugo's shiny forehead, his voice roared from the depths of his soul, "Shut up!"

"He wants you to be like this." Morgan reluctantly followed, his eyes still dared not touch Hugo, as if it were the devil, he could only look at Brad earnestly, pleading and urgent. Said, "He just wants you to kill him." As if tears will burst in the next second.

"No!" Brad turned like a sleepy beast, turned away from Morgan, and then kept spinning around in place. His thoughts had been messed up, and he could only growl in anger, "No!" After thinking about it, he looked back at Morgan, "You tell me, you tell me, what he said is not true."

"Get revenge! David." Hugo's expression gradually cooled down. In fact, he hadn't had any expressions, but at this time, the terrifying light in his eyes finally revealed his original appearance, as if it was a quote. Lure. Eve was like a snake eating apples, and her voice was full of irresistible magic. The low and hoarse voice made the air tense.

"Tell me she's okay, tell me." Brad kept spinning in place, looking around in a panic and blank, unable to find the focus at all.

"Incarnate... Be angry." Hugo said softly, the voice was like a cobra spitting out, whispering softly, only the sound of tongue and air touching, like a warning from the sky , But it sounded in the hearts of Brad and Morgan, and the total cold instantly made them feel like they were in the ice and snow of the North Pole.

Brad thought all this was too terrifying. Hugo’s voice was so soft, but it seemed like a magic sound, and it was always easy to enter his brain. He only felt that he was about to collapse, and his anger was about to burst. Tears will burst, "Tell me she's fine!" Brad yelled at Morgan angrily. It was a far cry from Hugo's voice, but he felt that his voice was so weak and stood still. In front of Hugo, it was as if he was the sinner on his knees, and Hugo was a giant standing upright.

Morgan walked between Brad and Hugo and tried to block Brad from seeing Hugo. He raised his right hand in a defensive stance, and said to Brad, "If you kill the suspect , David, you were fooled..."

Morgan’s voice was trembling, like walking a tightrope, trembling slightly, the tension, the sensitivity, the fear, so clear, but it made Brad clearly realize that the fact he didn’t want to admit might be true. "No...no..." Brad roared like a lion covered in scars, but even if he was hoarse, he couldn't vent his inner anger and sadness. His muscles began to tremble. Can keep spinning, spinning again.

"She begs me for my life, detective." Hugo's eyes calmly and directly looked at Brad, who was already shaky, and a trace of cruel pleasure flashed through his eyes. The words were the venom spit out by the cobra, which accurately hit each of Brad's eyes. An inch of skin.

"Shut up!" Morgan began to discourage Hugo, but he still didn't dare to look directly at Hugo's eyes, even if he just glanced at Hugo, it made him panic; and Brad because of Hugo's words. , Directly pointed the gun at Hugo again.

Hugo blinked his eyes, leaning her handsome eyebrows toward the center, and then stretched out, as if she had just recalled the pleasure of ending life in her own hands, "She begs me for my life!"

"Shut up!" Morgan's voice began to rise.

"And the child in her belly!" Hugo was reluctant, speaking faster and faster, and he could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations in his words, and the cold-blooded pleasure was like coming out of the depths of the ocean floor. It’s like splashes, string after string, but it’s bitterly icy, and the muscles of the body are so rigid that they can’t move~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Morgan’s emotions finally got out of control, he heard Hugo’s words and finished. A direct backhand gave Hugo a resounding slap, "Shut up!" Morgan never touched Hugo's eyes, but he felt that his emotions were always in the palm of Hugo's palm. No matter how you struggle to resist, there is no way to break free from Hugo's shackles. This feeling is really terrible. Hearing a cruel voice in Hugo's coldness, Morgan finally couldn't hold back.

This is a plot that is not in the script, but Morgan slapped Hugo so fiercely. This is not only his loss of control, but also the first time Samose has lost control of his emotions in the entire movie, even if Morgan wanted He is also powerless to control. In this three-person rivalry, the rhythm is held in Hugo's hands from beginning to end, and Morgan-even Morgan Freeman, has become the marionette in Hugo's hands.

Morgan was stunned. He subconsciously looked at Hugo and shook his hand in amazement, but he didn't see Hugo's panic, but saw Hugo's eyes lifted slightly. I looked at myself with those amber eyes, just like that.

There was no special smile, no special expression, and even no special expression in his eyes, but it was such an upward look that caused Morgan to shudder two consecutive times. He suddenly realized that he had given the devil one. Slap in the face.