On the fifth day of the month, the crew began to pack up their things and evacuate London. After giving Stenborough and I enough staff, I handed over the evacuation work to Barra, and then took Griffith, Dunar, Munau and others to return to Los Angeles by car.

"Fatty, James, you guys have brought people to keep the film jailed. There is no accident at all, do you know?" As soon as I got on the car, I called Fatty and James over. The two nodded and brought a group of people to the center of the car.

The film is packed in 17 special boxes and marked on it one by one. It is the result of our hard work in the past two months. I absolutely do not allow anything like the last time the camera was lost.

On the way from Chicago to Los Angeles, everyone was in high spirits. Looking at the brilliant red glow outside the window, my heart was also floating.

"Boss, we have to shock Hollywood for a while now!" Dunar took his small wine pot, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine, and laughed at me.

After he said this, Griffith and others next to him turned around.

"I just don't know if the theater was renovated by Gans and Yassel." Although Griffith had basically recovered, his body was still a little weak and kept coughing while talking.

"It should be no problem. Besides, we have to edit and submit it for review when we go back, which has been quite a while." I smiled.

After hearing what I said, a group of people felt relieved.

"Boss, are you hungry? I'll go to the food truck in front to get something over." Howard said to me.

"You don't know, you're really hungry. Go to the front food truck and order some, they will send it here. Please order some for everyone." I pointed to the people in the carriage.

Howard took the notebook and registered one by one, and went to the front dining car to order the meal.

Griffith and I were idle and were talking about editing. The others were talking about gossip, and the carriage was very warm.

After a while, three people wearing white work clothes and pushing the dining cart came to the front door of the carriage.

"Look at these guys, they can wear work clothes so crookedly. Alas, the world is getting worse." Griffith shook his head.

He was right. Those three people were not wearing work clothes, they were clearly put on. They wore hats, and some of them didn't even button the clothes. The one in the middle was obviously smaller.

"They're not so poor that they can't even afford work clothes, right?" Dunar joked.

The three men pushed the dining cart and walked straight to the middle of the carriage, and everyone came over to get their own food.

"Something is wrong." I suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Muno asked quietly beside me.

"Are you usually going to do such services on trains that you should start distributing food from the door, why do they push the car directly to the center? Besides, the three of them always feel that they don't look like they do in this business." I pointed to the guy with a strong red nose like a cow in the middle. He looked clumsy in the tableware and didn't seem to serve customers often. There was also the short man next to him, with his eyes gurgling, not looking at the things in the dining car, but constantly looking at our people and luggage.

"There's a problem!" I reached out and touched the gun, but found my waist empty.

"Damn it, the gun has been put into the salute." I whispered.

"Boss, you're too worried. No matter how you look at everyone, you're a dangerous person? Just three guys, you can't come to jail! Hehe, there are so many people here, even with your fists, you can beat them up! I..." Before Dunar finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry shout.

"Sit up honestly in my seat!" The red nose suddenly took out a pistol from the bottom of the dining car and pointed it at the people in the car. The short and thin man next to him also took the gun to cooperate with his actions.

"I'm right." Looking at Dunar, I smiled bitterly twice.

Carjacking is common in this era. But I didn’t expect that I would encounter it.

"Boss, you killed these ***!" Howard reached out and was about to draw his gun, but I stopped him.

There are people in the carriage, and there will be casualties in case of conflict. These people are the pillars of DreamWorks. Which one is injured or which one dies is a big problem. Maybe these people are just for some money, at most we can give them some.

"Brother, we sent it this time. Look at these gentlemen and ladies, they are all shining. Take a look at the luggage in the car. Haha, there are definitely many good things in the big bags!" The short man smiled a few times, and the gold tooth in his mouth shook his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, brothers are still waiting in the carriage behind, hurry up and do it!" Hongniuta scolded the short man.

The short man seemed to be afraid of him, so he filtered out all the jewelry and wallets on everyone's body, and threw them in. His movements were much smoother than the tableware he just distributed. At a glance, he knew that he was a veteran in this industry.

At my signal, no one resisted. In this era, the wallet is not full of bank cards and valid documents like the 21st century, and it is just some money.

The short man made more than a dozen people, and when he saw that he gained a lot, he was very proud and came to the front of Jiabao and Julie and his group of women.

"Brother, these kids are so beautiful!" The short man looked at Gabbau and Julie, saliva.

"You bitch, you have no time to have fun now. Hurry up and get off the bus and have money in hand. What kind of woman can't find?

His head was so angry that his face was sweating. It was not easy for him and the thin man to tighten his nerves to monitor the movements in the carriage.

"How can those stinky girls compete with these little girls? Alas, it's a pity. Ladies, hurry up and hand me your jewelry and wallet. Hurry up and throw it into the bag!" The short man stretched the bag in front of Garbo and Julie with a regretful expression. Garbo and Julie took off their jewelry and threw it in.

"And there is a wallet!" The short man looked at Gabbau and Julie in a daze and gestured.

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"You!" the short man pointed at Jiabao.

Jiabao's attitude suddenly became firm: "Sir, there is not much money in a woman's wallet. Don't you know that it's all men treating you?"

Hahaha! The three bandits were amused by Jiabao's words. Not only were they happy, I couldn't help laughing. I couldn't tell how humorous she was in normal times, but I didn't expect that she could still joke with the bandits at this time.

"Miss, this time it's a man's treat. We'll ask you to throw your wallet in! Hahaha, although your wallet doesn't have much money, it's better to have one than not!?" The short man looked at Jiabao greedily and licked his tongue.

"I won't give it to you!" Jiabao's words made me complain.

Isn't it just a wallet? Just give it to him. These guys are all people who kill without blinking, and they angered them. They can do anything.

"It seems that it's not OK to not give you some colors!" The short man got angry and threw the bag on the ground, reaching out to pull Jiabao.

"Jiabao, give him your wallet." I quickly stood up and said to Jiabao.

"Yes, yes, you should learn from this gentleman. Give me your wallet!" The short man snatched Jiabao's wallet and opened it and glanced: "I thought there was something valuable inside, it was just a few hundred dollars!"

"You, return the photos inside!" Jiabao's eyes were filled with tears.

"Photo, where are there any photos? Oh, there is really one, let's take a look, let's take a look." The short man took out a photo from his wallet and looked at it: "Why is this person so familiar?" He frowned.

"Bao Bo! Are you going to get angry at me? It's time? You're still in the mood to read other people's photos!" The red nose was about to be angry at the short man.

The short man took the photo to Hongnie and shook it: "Brother, why do you see this person so familiar? It seems that he has seen it somewhere!"

The red nose was so angry that his face was purple: "How could we have seen it! It was probably this girl's lover or something, why are you so... Hi, isn't this the little guy?!"

Red nose pointed a gun at me.

The short man looked at me, then looked at the photos, and suddenly realized.

Not only him, but also suddenly realized the behavior of Jiabao holding his wallet in the entire carriage.

It turned out that she didn't give her wallet because there was a photo of me inside.

"You kid is so happy! You actually have such a beautiful girl who likes it! I have no shortcomings, but my heart is too soft. Come on, girl, I will give you the photo of this little white face." The short man put the photo in Jiabao's hand and laughed.

Jiabao's face turned red like ripe tomatoes.

I also had a fever on my face like her.

Who can bear it in front of so many people in the car?

The fat man wanted to laugh next to me but didn't dare to laugh, so he was almost thrusting it.

The short man searched the women and began to search for men.

They didn't even let go of wallets, watches, pipes, and wine pots. Finally, the short man came to me.

"Young man, it's your turn. It seems you are their head!" The short man smiled at me.

I gave him my wallet and my watch.

"You disappointed me too much. Just this watch, mine is a few grades taller than you!" The short man held my hand and shook his head: "I don't believe you don't have any valuable things on you!"

The short man put down the heavy bag in his hand, flipped it up and down on me, and only took out my cigarette box and a few pens.

Holkina, who was standing next to me, suddenly became nervous.

She knew there was a cigarette gun in the cigarette box, and my pen gun was also mixed in those pens.

"This cigarette box is probably not worth even two dollars!" The short man smacked his lips and opened my cigarette box in disappointment.

"Yeah, it's actually a cigar! Brother, do you want one?" the short man turned around and shouted to Hongnie.

"Bao Bo, I want to shoot you now! You can't finish the search as soon as possible? When is it time for you to smoke!?" Hongbi was so angry that she almost threw the gun over.

"I understand! I know! It's so long-winded!" The short man shook his head and was about to throw my cigarette box into the bag.

"Sir, don't, don't." I quickly stopped him.

"What are you doing!" The short man suddenly pressed the gun in his hand against my chest.

I smiled and pointed to the cigarette box: "Sir, it's better for men, this is a good thing for people. The wilderness is in the car. It's more painful than death if you don't smoke. Just leave me a few."

The short man looked at me, nodded and took out a few cigars from the cigarette box for me, then lay in my ear and said, "I understand your mood, sir, I am actually good at this." After that, he blinked at me friendly.

If he hadn't been a carjacking car, I would have been robbed, and others would have thought it was a friend in distress after seeing our enthusiasm.

Those cigars, seeing that the gun was also among them, smiled happily at the short ones.

"Bao Ji, do you, a bitch, get off the car and invite this gentleman to have a meal to reminisce about the past?" Hong Nose was completely angry, and the thin man next to him was almost breathless.

"It's going to be fine soon! Didn't you see me working hard?!" The short man turned around and looked at Hong Nose, and was about to take my pen.

I held the pen gun and said, "Sir, we can't do without a pen, so you can leave one for me."

"Okay okay, okay, okay, the boss is really unspeakable to do your part. You are the poorest in the whole car!" The short man shook his head and walked to Dunar.

"Brother, there are more than a dozen shiny boxes behind it! Come and see, there must be something good!" The short man suddenly saw the seventeen boxes with film placed in the middle of the carriage, and shouted as if he had discovered a new continent.

"No way?! I just said that the people working on the train in front told me that the car was a movie, how could the movie makers have no money?" Hongbi was overjoyed and rushed over, with the thin man following closely behind.

I was complaining in my heart.
To be continued...