With ice Coke, I saw luxury sports cars and rounding bullets, trains falling into deep valleys, and Angelina Jolie, who was getting more mature and cool. But the hilarity is theirs, what the fuck are you doing lately?
Fuck the code! A smile forms at the corner of Fox's mouth and she fires her amazing shot. A perfect arc, the end point is yourself. Fox's choice is Jolie's choice. This woman who abandoned her father's surname had all her childhood experiences buried in her heart. Strong face, perfect repression, grief becomes a small piece - solid, dense, pressed at the bottom of the mind - you can't see it, you can't touch it, but it's there heavy. So the choice is easy. Sorry, who told you to say, fuck the code! I have nothing to regret.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry! The small male protagonist has made a great transformation. Typical Hollywood plot. Small people also have big missions. No wonder you don't care about anything. Because of what you care about, you haven't known it yet. Last shot. I'm sorry, sir, this is a bureau. Bullets will go through skyscrapers, through beer cans in rival hands, through executive donuts, and into your head. I'm sorry.
The movie is pretty tight. The scene is quite luxurious. After the lively scene, it was deserted. Besides asking what the fuck are you doing lately? I also have a hard time imagining what's next in life for the male lead. Can you really kill one and save a thousand?
Maybe that's enough for a movie without a sequel. We are actually the most insignificant account managers. what the fuck are we doing lately? What the fuck are we going to do?
The male lead compares Lucky, he found his mission.
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