Chapter 178: Assassin Siblings

A car drove through the streets of Los Angeles, heading toward the Chief Rock Theater near Hollywood Boulevard. Sitting in the car were two girls in their twenties, who had been chatting the entire way and showed no signs of stopping, their discussion becoming more heated as they went.

"Daisy, you rushed me out," said the girl in the passenger seat to the one driving, "just to see a B-movie?"

"What's wrong with B-movies? There are gems in B-movies!" Daisy turned the steering wheel, and the car turned onto Hollywood Boulevard. "I really like the director Murphy-Stanton!"

The girl in the passenger seat looked at Daisy in surprise. "You actually like directors? Those bearded, ugly men? When did your taste go wrong?"

"Cut it out!" Daisy flipped the middle finger at her passenger. "I'm telling you, Murphy-Stanton is definitely the youngest, coolest, and most handsome director in all of Hollywood, with the most twisted ideas!"

Her companion shook her head. "You actually like a weirdo?"

The car parked near the Chief Rock Theater. Daisy and her companion got out and walked into the theater. It was probably because it was Friday morning; the theater was not very crowded and felt empty.

Upon entering the theater, Daisy pointed at a poster in the lobby and exclaimed, "Clare, look, this is the movie we're going to watch!"

Clare looked up and couldn't help but tremble slightly at the corners of her mouth, suddenly feeling that Daisy's description of the director as a weirdo made sense. The poster featured a hot, sexy redhead, but shockingly, one of her legs was a gun!

Such a unique poster, Clare thought. She didn't know what the film was like, but she wouldn't forget this poster anytime soon.

While Clare was staring at the poster, Daisy had already bought the tickets and pulled her into the screening room. There weren't many people inside, and Daisy chose seats near the middle. After sitting down, she looked around; the turnout was much better than the preview showing of "Saw," with about twenty people in attendance.

It seemed Murphy-Stanton was gradually gaining fame and some drawing power.

Daisy was pleased because it made watching movies more convenient for her and indicated that her favorite director was gaining status in Hollywood and among theater companies.

However, alongside her joy, Daisy felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if a secret only she knew was suddenly being shared by others.

It was an odd feeling.

Daisy always thought that Murphy-Stanton, as a director, should be kept to herself, to be slowly studied and explored for all the twisted ideas beneath his cool and handsome appearance.

What if he doesn't let her study him? Daisy bit her right index finger. The methods in "Saw" seemed very appealing, didn't they?

"Hey, Daisy," her companion's dissatisfied voice interrupted her thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing!" Daisy quickly lowered her hand and pointed at the people in the theater. "I was wondering how many here are fans of Murphy-Stanton."

"I don't know how many people like Murphy-Stanton's movies." Clare looked toward the front row on the left, where two men in their twenties were seated. "One of them definitely isn't a fan of your idol. He was just complaining about why he came to see such a trash movie!"

Daisy snorted and waved her hand dismissively. "Those guys, if they don't want to watch, can just leave. No one's begging them to come!"

It seemed she was not just a fan but as devoted as if she were the director herself.

Miller-Davis was dragged to the theater by a friend. Upon seeing the poster, he knew it was a B-movie, which he had no interest in. He had been complaining since sitting down.

"Why not go see '007'?" he asked his friend. "The new '007' is supposed to be really good!"

"Don't you think James Bond is always the same old story?" His friend, tired of his complaints, finally said, "You watch this movie with me, and I'll go see '007' with you this afternoon."

Hearing this, Miller-Davis quieted down.

The screening room fell silent as the movie began, starting with a trailer. Daisy could hear someone cheering, "Wow, is this Quentin's new movie?"

Quentin Tarantino? Just seeing his face turned her off, let alone his movies! Daisy made a face.

The trailer was short, and "Planet Terror" soon started.

The female protagonist had not yet lost her leg. After a spicy striptease, Daisy blinked; the protagonist's voluptuous body and dance were indeed charming, but since she wasn't into women, she wasn't too interested.

On the other hand, the men nearby seemed almost to pop their eyes out.

Daisy felt a bit contemptuous. Indeed, a perverted director making perverted content for perverted men.

Clare, unlike Daisy, took movie-watching seriously and was already immersed in the film.

Cherry was a stripper at a club, boasting fair skin, a voluptuous figure, and excellent dance skills. Her performances always attracted many male viewers, from whom Cherry made enough money. She enjoyed this lifestyle, always wearing a sexy, charming smile.

One night, after her performance, Cherry collected her earnings and, grabbing a peculiar men's jacket, left the club. Walking down a dilapidated road, a convoy of military vehicles sped by, knocking Cherry into a pile of trash and injuring her thigh.

The camera focused on her bleeding thigh, but Miller-Davis's gaze lingered on her sexy, fair leg behind the wound...

Suddenly, he thought watching such a movie might not be so bad after all. The opening featured a hot striptease, and now there was a sexy leg to admire. This director seemed to know exactly what they wanted.

The film followed the military vehicles into a base where an explosion seemed to release toxic gas and viruses.

This must be the origin of the zombies, Daisy thought, nodding slightly. The film's pace was fast, and the story was simple, requiring no effort to follow and providing a relaxing and enjoyable viewing experience.

As Colonel of the army opened the base's barracks door, the scene switched to a quiet barbecue shop by a river. Cherry, having bandaged her wound, walked into the shop, greeted by a chubby, seemingly naive owner constantly babbling about joining the National Barbecue Competition.

When he left the shop, an old truck stopped in front, and a man and a woman jumped out. The chubby owner stared at them, then the scene switched again.

The man and woman entered a group of clearly nefarious individuals and began a massacre. With agile movements and lethal strikes, they quickly slaughtered the group without much effort.

"Ray-Ell and Jane-Ell, siblings?" the chubby owner muttered to himself. "The most deadly and just assassins on this land!"

These scenes efficiently introduced the characters, easy to understand without any profound or cryptic shots. Even someone like Miller-Davis, who wasn't fond of B-movies, could easily grasp the storyline after a glance.

Ray-Ell and Jane-Ell were a pair of assassins with a conscience!

Cherry had a past with Ray-Ell; the men's jacket she wore belonged to him. However, Jane-Ell disliked Cherry and even attacked her when Ray-Ell invited her into their vehicle.

Leaving the barbecue shop in their truck, the owner noticed more people arriving. The camera quickly panned over their faces, revealing bulging pustules and dripping, rotten flesh.

"Ugh..." Clare involuntarily covered her chest.

These people had clearly become zombies and invaded the chubby owner's barbecue shop!

Meanwhile, as Ray-Ell drove, they encountered zombies, which he mistook for deer. An emergency turn caused the truck to overturn. Since Cherry was already injured, the scent of blood attracted zombies, who dragged her out of the vehicle. By the time Ray-Ell and Jane-Ell came to her rescue, zombies had torn off Cherry's right leg, leaving the white limb covered in streaks of blood, a shocking and distressing sight.

"Wow, the one-legged beauty appears!"

The theater, far from being filled with horror, erupted in joy. The poster and trailers had already hinted at the protagonist's condition, and the male audience had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

The film continued with beauty, blood, violence, and humor, delighting fans of B-movies.

Cherry's injury led to the introduction of a twisted doctor and the barbecue shop owner's brother, a police officer. The twisted doctor, also a hidden assassin with a past connection to Jane-Ell, created another narrative thread.

Jane-Ell and the doctor worked to treat Cherry's amputated leg in the hospital, while Ray-Ell, recognized by the police chief, was arrested and taken to the police station.

The film contained many graphic scenes, especially in the hospital, but Murphy managed to balance gore and disgust, keeping all scenes within the bounds of bloodiness, making them shockingly gory yet not repulsive.

Some scenes, whether on tape or in the theater, had entirely different effects.

Of course, the film didn't lack dark humor. For instance, the doctor excelled at throwing scalpels and syringes like throwing knives and darts, especially the scalpels, which always precisely exploded the zombies' testicles...

And after Ray-Ell and the police chief eliminated the zombies in the police station and came to the hospital to rescue Cherry, giving her a chair leg as a prosthetic limb, Cherry used this makeshift leg to explode a zombie's testicles blocking their path.

When Ray-Ell stripped naked and joined Cherry, also naked but with a prosthetic wooden leg, on the bed, the theater's atmosphere reached its peak of joy, with laughter

Ell invited her into their vehicle.

After leaving the barbecue shop in their vehicle with Cherry, the chubby owner noticed more people arriving at the shop. The camera quickly panned over their faces, briefly revealing pus-filled bumps and bloodied, rotting flesh.

"Ugh..." Clare involuntarily clutched her chest.

Those clearly turned into zombies had stormed into the chubby owner's barbecue shop!

Meanwhile, as Ray-Ell was driving, they also encountered zombies, which he mistook for wild deer roaming around. An emergency swerve caused the truck to overturn. Due to Cherry's previous injury and the scent of blood, zombies rushed over and dragged her out of the vehicle. By the time Ray-Ell and Jane-Ell came to her rescue, zombies had already torn off Cherry's right leg, leaving her snow-white limb stained with strands of blood, a ghastly and shocking sight.

"Wow, the one-legged beauty has appeared!"

There was no atmosphere of horror in the theater, but rather one of amusement. The poster and the trailer had already hinted at the protagonist's condition, and the male audience had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

Up to this point, the movie had everything: beauty, gore, violence, and humor, delighting the fans of B-movies.

Cherry's injury was a prelude to the introduction of a twisted doctor and the barbecue shop owner's brother, a police officer. The twisted doctor, also a hidden assassin with a past connection to Jane-Ell, was involved in another storyline.

The movie split into two narratives: Jane-Ell and the doctor assisting the injured Cherry at the hospital, and Ray-Ell being recognized and arrested by the police chief, taken to the police station.

The film featured many graphic scenes, especially in the hospital, but Murphy was careful to balance gore and disgust, keeping all shots within the bounds of gore, making them shockingly bloody yet not repulsive.

The effects of some scenes differed significantly between being viewed on tape and in a theater.

Of course, the film did not lack dark humor. For example, the doctor excelled in throwing scalpels and syringes like throwing knives and darts, especially scalpels, which always precisely exploded the zombies' testicles...

Additionally, after Ray-Ell and the police chief cleared the police station of zombies and arrived at the hospital to rescue Cherry, they fitted her with a chair leg as a prosthetic limb. Cherry even used this prosthetic to explode a zombie's testicles that blocked their path.

When the audience saw Ray-Ell stripping down and engaging in intimate activities with Cherry, who was also undressed but propped on a prosthetic wooden leg, the theater erupted in laughter, creating a jubilant atmosphere filled with continuous chuck

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