In fact, the film is not useless, for example, it made me feel oppressed at the beginning. Although I knew that the blondie in the white T-shirt would definitely kill the little girl, when he signaled the other side not to make a sound with one hand and the other hand had already pulled out the gun from behind, I couldn't help but gasp. A sigh of relief. What follows is an old-fashioned plot. The protagonist has an unspeakable secret, which he hides all the way and finally fights when he can't bear it. In the end, even his own brother is shot dead. The happy ending is even more drowsy.
Violence can't solve everything, but it can solve you, my director. I won't wait for your new work in that much expectation
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