"I represent the Catholic Church in the Southern California Diocese and the Vatican, and formally protest against Murphy Stanton's blatant slander of Catholicism in his film..."
On the TV screen, Archbishop Marcus Costello's face was solemn and righteous.
On the treadmill, Daisy's pace didn't slow down a bit. She reached for the remote control in front of her and turned off the TV.
"A bunch of shameless bastards!" she cursed. "Haven't you done enough dirty deeds?"
This press conference was held after "Diego Ross" won the Oscar for Best Picture and the Vatican conducted a so-called self-examination in response to the film. However, the so-called self-examination still concluded that Murphy Stanton had slandered the Southern California Diocese...
Even the Vatican expressed protest and condemnation against Murphy.
Daisy's gaze gradually sharpened as she looked at the wall opposite her. There was a drawing pinned with a thumbtack, and the red cross covering the baseball cap was quite striking.
"Bastards incited by the Catholic Church!" Daisy looked at the baseball cap and said viciously, "Wait to be punished!"
To create chaos, you need a sufficiently sensational effect. Daisy had already thought of taking down the scumbag who always slandered Murphy online first!
"Huff... huff..."
Heavy breathing came from Daisy's nose and mouth. Feeling like she had reached her limit, she turned off the treadmill, picked up a white towel, and walked out of the gym while wiping her sweat.
Daisy first took a shower in the bathroom, changed into a set of dry sportswear, then walked through the living room and into the hallway leading to the basement, opening the door to the basement.
Since last time, she had made some feasible renovations to the basement, turning it into a makeshift workshop.
She added a long wooden table against the wall. On the wall behind the table, there was a large picture frame. The person in the frame wore a neat suit but had an evil smile on their face.
This was the magician from "Dark City"!
Standing quietly in front of the wooden table, Daisy slowly raised her head and stared at the magician. This was her favorite movie character. She loved his recklessness and the chaos he created. This was her faith!
On the table below the frame were tools that could create chaos—guns, bullets, and bombs!
Since she started frequenting the Colt shooting club, Daisy had become proficient with the weapons she had acquired illegally. Though far from being an expert, she was no longer a complete novice.
However, even now, Daisy hadn't taken action. She wanted to become a real-life magician but knew it wouldn't be easy.
In fact, Daisy was extremely intelligent, consistently excelling academically. Her teachers in high school and college considered her a "genius."
Without a certain level of ability, becoming the head of the large IMDb discussion group would have been impossible.
Although she inherited a large sum of money from her grandfather after graduation and had some hard-to-detect income from being the discussion group leader, Daisy didn't work much. She spent her time with movies, using her high IQ to fantasize about thrilling and terrifying things, but she didn't become a fool because of it.
Once, Daisy thought Murphy Stanton was her faith. But upon seeing the magician in "Dark City," the smart girl suddenly realized she had found her spiritual belief and life pursuit.
But achieving this pursuit required money.
Without money, it would be impossible to make a city panic like her idol did. Fortunately, Daisy didn't lack money.
With money, you can do a lot in this country. Daisy knew very well that as a woman wanting to create chaos, she needed to rely on both her intellect and weapons.
Through illegal online channels, Daisy had already purchased about 12,500 rounds of ammunition, half of which were AR-15 rifle bullets and 300 rounds of high-caliber Glock handgun bullets.
Not only that, but a batch of steel-core armor-piercing rounds she ordered would also arrive soon.
After purchasing these bullets online, Daisy, who was skilled in chemistry, made some "complex beyond imagination" chain bombs at home. These bombs were placed at key locations in the house. If she wanted, she could turn the house into ruins. She also took cues from Chris Dane, buying Kevlar body armor and helmets. Combined with her Colt AR-15 carbine, she had nearly turned her home into a small armory.
She opened the storage cabinet facing the stairs, took out the AR-15 assault rifle, and began to disassemble and maintain it at a leisurely pace. With her recent training at the gun club, she was quite proficient at this. She was ready; she just needed the right moment to throw the city into panic like the magician.
What is the right moment? When that red baseball cap goes to a public place!
Thinking of this, Daisy had already assembled the AR-15 and raised the gun, pulling the trigger. The sound of the firing pin striking the empty chamber echoed...
She then put down the gun, took out a pen and notebook, and started planning the equipment she needed.
A license plate-less, common motorcycle so she could come and go freely without easily being tracked.
Then a mask, one that could cover her face and remind people of the magician!
The Kevlar body armor could be sewn together in layers. This bulky feel would create the illusion she was a man.
She had already prepared other items like gloves, boots, and a backpack.
Daisy thought again. She also needed a powerful bomb. Without an explosion, how could she be like the magician?
"Movies are a form of entertainment, but they are not just entertainment. They are influenced by the social environment and, in turn, impact society to some extent."
In the garden of the Wave Manor, Gal Gadot was drinking afternoon tea with Margot Robbie and said, "Without a doubt, some of Murphy's films may have reached this level, especially 'Dark City.'"
"Yes," Margot Robbie took a sip of her tea. "I agree with that."
She looked down at the dark red tea and asked, "What kind of tea is this? It's different from what we had last time."
"This is Lapsang Souchong, from the other side of the Pacific," Gal Gadot put down her teacup. "Last time, we had Indian tea."
"You really know your tea?" Margot Robbie saw Gal Gadot shrug. She took another sip and said, "This tea, with milk and sugar, worries me about the calories. Without milk and sugar, it's bland and tasteless..."
Gal Gadot rolled her eyes. "You complain too much."
Margot Robbie suddenly changed the topic, "By the way, you haven't told Murphy about us, have you?"
"About us?" Gal Gadot was puzzled at first, then realized what Margot Robbie meant and shook her head. "How could I possibly tell Murphy about that?"
"And yet, you hit me so hard?" Margot Robbie seemed a little angry.
It wasn't the first or second time she had been hit by Gal Gadot. Gadot seemed to be getting used to it and said, "You volunteered to practice with me."
Margot Robbie was speechless. After thinking for a while, she lowered her voice and asked, "How did our practice go? Have you tried it on Murphy?"
"No," Gal Gadot shook her head again. "I can't take the initiative in front of Murphy."
"You..." Margot Robbie pointed her finger at Gal Gadot. "I'm right. In front of Murphy, you're just a slave!"
She rolled her eyes and suddenly suggested, "How about I talk to Murphy?"
"No! Absolutely not!" Gal Gadot quickly raised her hand to stop Margot Robbie. She glanced subconsciously at Murphy's study in the villa. "We're best friends, and we can discuss this privately, but I don't want Murphy to know..."
She sighed. "How would I face him?"
"You just tell him," Margot Robbie said aggressively, "that you want to hit him and make him play your role. That's it!"
"But I..." Gal Gadot seemed at a loss for words. After hesitating for a while, she said, "After I came back, I realized I still like the prey role."
Margot Robbie looked at her with exasperation. "I'm speechless with you."
Gal Gadot shrugged indifferently. "That's just how I am."
"How can you be like this? How can you give up?" Margot Robbie stood up. "I think you haven't practiced enough. You need more practice to get used to the role reversal."
Circling Gal Gadot, Margot Robbie added, "Habit is a terrifying thing. You've been used to being a victim for so many years. To become the perpetrator, you need a transition period."
"Really?" Gal Gadot thought she had a point. "Does practice really work? Why haven't I noticed?"
"That's because you haven't practiced enough." Margot Robbie seemed to be thinking for Gal Gadot's sake. "Let's go to your room now and start practicing again."
Gal Gadot pointed to the villa. "Don't mess around, Murphy is home today. This is between us. I don't want him to know."
Although it was just fooling around between friends, Gal Gadot knew it was best not to let this get out.
"Let's go shopping instead." Gal Gadot stood up. "Twentieth Century Fox is hosting a celebration party in a few days, and I haven't picked out my dress yet."
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