The explosion sounded throughout the courtyard, scaring the flock of birds on the trees beside the courtyard. Stenborough's legs were blown up by the explosion and blood was flowing. As for his photographer, he was blown up to death on the spot and saw that he couldn't live.

The yard was filled with blood. A piece of camera lens fragments wiped my face and made a bloody hole in my face. The fat man was so scared that he staggered and almost sat on the ground. In just a few seconds, all of us were stunned.

Griffith, Gary Grant, Humphrey Bogart and Julie, who were originally decorating the interior inside, all ran out. When they saw the tragic situation in the yard, the sharp screams made my eardrums hurt.

"Boss! What's going on?" Griffith looked at the photographer who was blown to death, looked at me with blood all over his face, looked at the miserable appearance of Stenberg and the fat man, and pulled my arms and trembled.

I was stunned and turned to look at Griffith without answering him.

"Stenborg, what's going on?!" Griffith went to Rastenborg, and Stenborg grinned in pain while holding his legs.

"Stop calling! Call the police station quickly, and call an ambulance!" I turned around and shouted at the group of screaming people behind me.

Cary Grant ran upstairs, while Humphrey Bogart followed several people to Stenborough and lifted him up and transferred him to a stone slab next to him.

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Such a thrilling scene has already panicked everyone in the crew.

But I know that I can't be confused.

"David, tell the people present not to move any of the things we brought, cameras, props, costumes, etc., and everything is not allowed to move!" I shouted at Griffith.

Griffith immediately directed the people to block the entrance to the room.

"Fatty. Have a few people to protect the scene and know that the police are coming. Julie, hurry back to the company and tell Gans to check all the equipment in the company, including all the rooms in the area!"

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"Boss, how could this good camera explode?" Gary Grant ran down from the upper floor with Humphrey Bogart panting.

"Idiot! Haven't you seen it yet? Someone is hiding a bomb in the camera!" I gritted my teeth and pressed my face with a handkerchief.

"Someone hid a bomb!" Griffith immediately understood: "Yes, I have never heard of a photographer's explosion. It must have been done by someone on purpose! Stenberg, have you offended someone?"

Griffith looked at Stenborough who was grinning beside him and asked loudly.

Stenberg said weakly in pain: "Who can I offend? Besides, even if I offend someone, there is no need to do this, right?"

"Then why would anyone fire bombs?!" Griffith couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

"Don't think about it, this bomb came at me." I said coldly.

"Boss!" Griffith was there all of a sudden.

After I said this, the fat man understood it completely and said to Griffith: "It's the ground. The bomb was directed at the boss. Originally, this camera was used by me, but later the photographer in Stenburg said that there was a problem with his machine and Laoka film. I exchanged my camera with his, but he didn't know that he exploded as soon as he turned on the camera!"

Listening to Fatty, Griffith, Gary Grant and others all had their faces turned pale.

I smiled coldly: "This newly summoned photographer has become my scapegoat. And the person who placed this bomb is definitely very familiar with our crew. And maybe he has lurked inside our company. If such a disaster is not eliminated, we will not have a good life."

"Then boss, what should we do?" Griffith shouted.

I shrugged: "What else can I do? Wait for the police!"

"Okay, then I'll go back to the company and call someone." Griffith turned around and walked towards the gate, but I stopped him.

"David, you go back and do one thing for me, which is to insert the company's employee list and secretly check the newly joined people to see if you can find some clues. Remember, this matter must be carried out in secret." I said to Griffith in a low voice.

Griffith nodded and trotted all the way out of the yard.

This explosion not only shocked the crew members in the yard, but also attracted a large number of Harvey Street fellows. I asked Gary Grant to lead a group of people to maintain order, so I barely comforted the indignant Harvey people.

More than ten minutes later, Yassel, Shottal, Gans and others appeared in the yard anxiously, behind them was Jiabao who was crying with rain.

"Boss, are you okay?!" Gans's face turned pale when he saw me with blood. After confirming that I was okay, everyone let go of the newcomer.

"You're really okay?" Jiabao looked at me and cried so hard that he was almost distracted.

"I'm fine, I'm just rubbing a little bit." I squeezed out a smile at Jiabao.

"I heard that the crew had an explosion and killed one person on the spot. I was almost shocked! You are going to scare me to death!" Jiabao suddenly threw himself into my arms, waving her little fist and hit me hard.

At this time, she didn't care whether it was embarrassing or not, buried it in my arms and cried loudly.

Just as I was about to comfort Jiabao, I heard a scream from the gate: "Get out! Get out of here! Whoever dares to stop me, I will remove his bones! Andre! Andre! You can't die! If you die, I will never end with you!"

The sound was as sharp as a chisel, and it was a crying voice. I didn't have to see who was coming.

Heidi stumbled in, wearing a director's uniform and a stopwatch around her neck. She knew she had come from the set, running while wiping tears. Her originally handsome and tender face was black and white.

"Andre!" Seeing me in the yard, Heidi rushed over and rubbed her tears and snot onto my clothes.

"Andre, are you okay?? I'm scared to death!" Heidi turned a blind eye to Garbo, who was in my arms.

"It's okay, it's okay." Looking at the two people in my arms, I could only smile bitterly.

It was at this time that Garbo and Heidi noticed each other and made a big blush.

"I, I'll get some water for you." Jiabao lowered his head and walked away.

Heidi stared at Gabo blankly, then looked at me and whispered: "What's going on?"

"This, Jiabao, this..." I couldn't speak immediately.

"Oh! Who asked you Jiabao?? I've known about the two of you for a long time! I'm asking about the bomb!" Heidi looked at me

He was so anxious that he started to shout.

I told her everything.

"It's too dangerous! What about the police? Why is the police for so long? They're all a bunch of food!" Heidi was so angry that she stamped her feet.

"I guess it will be here soon." I looked at my watch and sighed a long time.

"Boss, it's fine if you're fine if you're fine." Shan Lige was next to me, and was so scared that he was different, and his whole body was trembling.

"Boss, I think people who have nothing to do with the crew and the company should be brought back to the company now. We can't let so many people squeeze here." Yassel pointed to the crowded yard.

"You are right, Yassel, hurry up and bring back the irrelevant people." I nodded. At this time, there are not many people who can calm their minds when encountering such a thing. Yassel can be considered one.

"Okay." Yassel agreed and went to clean up.

After more than twenty minutes, more than a dozen police cars were parked on the street. Teams of police officers jumped out of the car to maintain order. At the survey site, Cook, the leader, walked towards me directly.

"Andre, you're fine. Tell me about the matter." Cook wiped the sweat off his face.

I told the matter and Cook nodded: "This is a murder that I have planned for a long time. It's a blessing that you didn't have any trouble! Don't worry, you go back first, leave it to me, and I'll go find you after I've finished investigating."

I think Cook's words make sense. I can't help much here, and I'm not worried about going to the company, so I left Yassel and left the yard with other people in the country.

As soon as I went out, the flash lights outside were shimmering, and the reporters rushed forward.

"Mr. Corleon, can you tell us what happened?!"

"As we were shooting, an explosion happened. Some despicable guys in our cameras had bombs. They wanted to blow me to death, but they didn't expect that they all hit the photographer in our company. He was killed on the spot and many people were injured."

"Can you explain why someone has placed bombs?"

"You should ask the police to go."

"Dreamworks still plan to continue shooting this new movie?"

“We will continue shooting until it’s brought to the screen!”

"Mr. Corleon. Do you want to say something to the audience about this?"

"This explosion was caused by someone who deliberately wanted to kill me, but I will try to complete the filming of this new movie in order to repay the love of the fans who support me."

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After finally squeezing out of those reporters, I saw Holkina standing by the car, her eyes red and swollen.

In today's shooting, because it was very close to the company, I didn't drive here, and she also stayed in the company.

"Mr. Corleon, would you use legal form to solve this problem or to make a fuss?" A reporter from a newspaper that didn't know what kind of newspaper was blocking my way.

When Holgina saw this scene, she bit her silver teeth and took the guy's collar and threw him out.

"Get in the car!" Walking to my ground, Holkina glanced at me, coaxed her nose and opened the car door for me.

When I arrived at the company, the company was already in chaos.

Under the leadership of Griffith, the company employees conducted a carpet-style inspection of the entire company to see if there were any bombs in the company. When I saw me appearing in front of them safely, many people shed tears.

When I arrived at the office, there were already people crowding with shouts and scolding, and the arguing sounded louder, and as soon as I entered the door, it was even more smoky.

"Give it all to the boss! I pinched the cigarette!" Holgina looked at everyone in the room angrily, her fierce look. This was the first time I saw it.

Sure enough, the guys inside were busy pressing the cigarette in their hands into the ashtray, and someone quickly opened the window to ventilate.

I sat down on the chair and went into the room a lot. Don't say that, I'm really in the same place.

Disney, Shanlige, Shottal, Flahadi, Jack, Huang Zongzhan, Dunar, Stiller, Munau, etc. Except for Bala and Hawthorne, who were originally in San Francisco, the rest of the land people arrived.

"Boss, what's going on?! Who would have put a bomb to kill you?! Although we have had a grudge with many people, this trick is really too blatant!?" Stiller was so angry that his face turned red.

"No matter who it is, if I know, I will have to twist his head off!" Jack's eyes were even more fire-breathing, his fists clenched.

"Is this still necessary?! It must be that bitch-raising British man?! Only he can do this! You all forgot that he sent someone to kidnap Jiabao and assassinate the boss. This time he put bombs in the camera, which was like his usual trick!" James said, which made many people in the office nod in agreement.

"Yes, it must be Chaplin's work! Boss, I'll settle the score with him now!" Jack raised his foot and was about to leave, but I drank it back.

"Stop it, you're not confused!? This matter is not that simple, and maybe who did it. Besides, even if it was done by Chaplin, we don't have any evidence, so what can you do with him?! I have no idea about doing things!" I looked at Jack, and Jack did it all the way on the sofa.
To be continued...