Chapter 440: The Sequel Scores 2.5
Putting aside whatever Kal'tsit might have been thinking, at the very least, Steven himself was fully intent on continuing to film the next scene with Nian.
After all, he had watched the entire first act from the sidelines. His evaluation of the melodramatic, utterly deranged plot was exactly what he had expected—a steaming pile of nonsense. And yet, paradoxically, that was precisely what made this movie interesting.
How should he put it… it was that kind of feeling where you knew it was irredeemably bad, but couldn't help wanting to see just how much worse it could get. And so, against all reason, you kept watching.
With all the over-the-top, nonsensical plot twists piled together—and a cast made up entirely of amateur actors freely doing their own thing—the result somehow formed a bizarrely entertaining spectacle. At the very least, Steven himself was having a great time.
So, once the actors for the second scene gradually took their places, Nian's filming plan rolled forward without delay.
. . .
[Scene Two: The Arrival of Crocodile Chibi! Curtain up!]
At Nian's shout, she hoisted the camera onto her shoulder and rushed into a narrow alley that had been requisitioned somewhere on Rhodes Island. Under the cover of night, accompanied by several extremely deliberate thunderclaps and lightning effects so cheap they looked like they cost fifty cents at most, a blinding flash erupted from within the alley.
As the light faded, a burly man—bare-chested and striking a Thinker-like pose—slowly opened his eyes. Like a great bear awakening from a long slumber, he rose to his feet.
Bulging muscles stacked upon his frame like forged steel, radiating raw strength and an unmistakable aura of masculinity.
This rare middle-aged hunk on Rhodes Island was none other than Ace—someone Steven had gone to great lengths to recruit. Frankly speaking, there were very few people on Rhodes Island who could naturally command such presence.
Fortunately, after removing his signature glasses and changing his hairstyle, almost no one could recognize him once he took his clothes off.
Of course, Ace himself didn't particularly care. What mattered was that Steven had promised him a simple cameo role in exchange for a full three years' supply of top-tier liquor. For the alcohol-loving old veterans, that offer was impossible to resist.
In fact, fearing Steven might go back on his word, those crafty old foxes even half-forced, half-gifted Logos into the deal, claiming that a handsome guy like him would surely come in handy somewhere.
Steven was more than happy to accept. As far as he was concerned, the more actors willing to participate, the better.
Thus, before long, Logos appeared at the far end of the alley right on cue, playing the role of a slouching delinquent in a leather jacket.
Honestly, sometimes a good face really was everything. Logos was clearly dressed as a punk—his outfit screamed "trouble," and he even wore a gaudy, rainbow-colored wig. And yet, just standing there, he looked more like a wayward youth who had been led astray, someone who only needed a helping hand to escape the mud.
"What's your deal?" Logos barked in character. "You know this is my turf? Get lost—now!"
Delivering the line written in the script to the half-naked, musclebound Ace, Logos was clearly the type who slipped easily into character. As an elite operator, role-playing was practically second nature to him—no different from eating or breathing. The distinctive sleazy swagger of a street punk was brought to life flawlessly through his performance.
Unfortunately for him, the reply he received was a deafening gunshot.
With a puff of smoke rising into the air, the small-time thug played by Logos collapsed straight to the ground.
Yes—this was a film that Nian had boldly declared was headed straight for the R18G category. One of the defining traits of such movies was that handsome men and beautiful women were completely expendable. When it was time to die, they died—no hesitation, no mercy.
As a supporting character with exactly one line of dialogue, Logos had poured all his acting skill into that single sentence… and was immediately rewarded with a clean wrap on his role.
"You've been terminated!"
Only then did Ace—still bare-chested—stride over to Logos's "corpse." While spouting some inexplicably cool, yet utterly meaningless one-liner, he stripped the bullet-riddled leather jacket off Logos and casually put it on himself.
"Humans who interfere with the plan to eliminate the original Shark Girl early have no need to continue existing in this world."
Without sparing the body at his feet even a glance, Ace—now dressed in leather from head to toe—slung a shotgun that had appeared from absolutely nowhere over his shoulder and slid a pair of sunglasses onto his face.
Just as he was about to make a stylish exit from the crime scene, the camera suddenly whipped downward—straight toward a sewer manhole at the end of the alley.
As Ace's musclebound character approached, the manhole cover burst open—
—and out popped a ridiculously fake plastic toy crocodile.
Before he could react, the utterly unconvincing reptile lunged forward and knocked the unsuspecting Ace flat onto the ground.
There was no need to question why a crocodile lived in the sewer. Nor was there any reason to ask why a previously invincible, reliable hunk of a man could be toppled so easily.
This was the first rule of bad movies: don't ask why.
In short, as the crocodile began its frenzied biting and thrashing, Ace did his best to act out a desperate struggle. After losing his shotgun during the scuffle, he even resorted to biting back at the "ferocious beast" latched onto him.
With a furious roar from the crocodile, the two became hopelessly entangled, rolling together across the narrow alley in a chaotic mess.
Eventually, the violent struggle subsided. The alley fell silent once more.
Both Ace and the mysterious crocodile lay motionless.
After a deathly pause, the tangled pair finally stirred. The muscular body on top twitched once—then slid off the toy crocodile beneath it.
At the same time, a burst of green light erupted, accompanied by effects that screamed mutation and evolution.
Bathed in that eerie glow, the plastic crocodile was completely engulfed by the light…
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