"Brother Yan, run quickly. Have you checked your phone? There is a virus in the capital and the plague is spreading. If you have a private jet, leave quickly." The fans really want Ye Yan's best interests at heart.
"What?" Ye Yan didn't understand.
The crew put away their phones from afternoon to evening, concentrating on filming and not paying attention to the hot news headlines.
The director and the actors only picked up their phones at this time and were panicked.
At this moment, the fan who asked Ye Yan to run fast suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The director was so scared that he quickly stood in front of Ye Yan.
Then he grabbed Ye Yan's wrist and ran away.
The rest of the crew were stunned. When they saw the director running away like a rabbit, they also reacted and ran away.
I don’t want the filming equipment all over the floor anymore.
More and more people fell down on the set. The director saw a car and immediately pushed Ye Yan into it. He drove the car himself and drove away with his foot on the accelerator.
There were several people from the film crew in front waving to the director, wanting to get a ride.
But in this situation, people are inherently selfish.
The director stepped on the accelerator and knocked one of the crew members flying.
Ye Yan narrowed his eyes fiercely.
"What are you doing? Why don't you knock me down too?"
"Brother Yan, we are brothers. I will definitely save you." The director raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
"You think I'm a cash cow, don't you? Brake!"
"Brother Yan, are you crazy? So many people are running, and many are infected. If we stop now, aren't we walking into a trap?"
"All my brothers have returned to Southeast Asia. Only my sister and I are still in Xia Country. If I run away, what will happen to my sister? I order you to put the brakes on."
"Well, in that case, life is more important than a cash cow." The director immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ye Yan. "On the count of three, if you don't fasten your seatbelt and sit still, I'll shoot you."
Ye Yan glanced at the gun with disdain, "You're holding a prop gun."
"What?"
While the director was checking the gun, Ye Yan grabbed his wrist, snatched the gun and pointed it at the director.
"brake!"
"No..." The director hadn't finished saying the word "impossible" when the car hit a stone pillar in front. The car flew up, landed on the ground and rolled several times.
Car parts were scattered all over the ground. Ye Yan's hand hung on the ground through the broken car window, and on the director's side, a stream of blood spread on the ground.
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A drop of water fell into the puddle, causing ripples.
Ye Yan's eyelids moved and he suddenly opened his eyes.
It was pitch black.
He felt a little dizzy and reached out only to find that his head was touching the ground.
After a while, he remembered the car accident the director had been in.
He was upside down now, no wonder he felt dizzy.
Ye Yan quickly unbuckled his seat belt and climbed out of the broken car window.
He rubbed the back of his head, walked to the driver's side, and saw the director with a bleeding head.
I leaned over and felt the director's breath, but he was dead.
"Those who do evil will eventually perish!"
Ye Yan said this to the director and sat on the curb beside the road.
It's surprisingly quiet tonight.
Ye Yan shook his head and gradually remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.
Infection? Virus?
Only then did Ye Yan realize that there was no one walking around here.
He quickly ran back to the place where he had filmed before.
The extras who had escaped earlier were lying all over the ground.
Ye Yan leaned over and half-knelt beside a man, reaching out to turn his shoulders over.
"ah--"
He screamed, frightened by the man's hideous appearance.
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