The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1027 Lure the snake out of its hole
There was a knock on the door, which made Jack panic.

Anson didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Anson wanted to say that this was his ward and no one would blame Jack as long as he allowed it; but Jack didn't care about that anymore. He turned around and ran into the bathroom, closing the door quietly, like a real thief.

Seeing this scene, Anson couldn't help but smile.

Yea.

The door of the ward was opened, and Lucas' tall figure appeared.

Seeing that Anson remained awake, Lucas asked in a deep voice.

"Why don't you take a good rest?"

Anson was speechless. "I'm always resting, okay? But why aren't you working?"

Lucas, "I'm always working, okay? It's nice to take a few days off once in a while." Give someone a taste of their own medicine.

Anson, "No need, really, it's not like I can't take care of myself right now..."

Before Anson could finish his words, Lucas glared at him fiercely. He glared back without showing any weakness, but he did not finish the rest of his words.

Lucas nodded contentedly, "I think it will be in the next day or two."

Anson, "Are you sure?"

Lucas: "Yeah. Just like the past two days, there are several people hanging around and looking around, trying to figure out the security work schedule."

"I also know that time is money. They are racing against time and can't wait any longer, so it's either today or tomorrow."

"I've already given instructions. Have one of the security guards deliberately slack off on his work and take a little longer to go to the bathroom or smoke. It doesn't need to be too long. A gap of one or two minutes is enough to leave a loophole."

“They’ll take the bait.”

No wonder!
Jack came in without any obstacles just now, probably because he seized the time difference.

Anson nodded gently, "Okay, I'll be ready."

Lucas was worried, "Otherwise, you change the ward, and I'll stay here to deal with them."

Anson laughed directly, "No need, really, you should believe me, they are not worth mentioning."

Lucas's face darkened. "It was these insignificant guys who caused you to get hurt..."

Seeing that Lucas was about to ramble on again, Anson quickly changed the subject, "By the way, I happen to have a friend I can introduce to you. He's the young man we met by chance in the San Francisco movie theater last time."

Anson was about to call Jack to tell him that there was no need to hide any longer and to use this opportunity to introduce Jack to Lucas, but his words were interrupted again. There was a knock on the ward door for the third time this afternoon.

Crowded.

Anson looked at Lucas and gave him a questioning look.

Lucas understood and mouthed, "No one is at the door now."

So, is this the target they are waiting for?

knock knock.

There was a second knock on the door.

There was only knocking on the door, but no words; and, the knocking was not loud, like a thief's, for fear of waking up the Sleeping Beauty in the room. It was just a test to test the waters, and one action revealed a sneaky presence.

The two brothers exchanged a quick look.

Lucas pushed the sofa in the corner of the ward and sat down quickly, using the shadow of the corner to hide his figure and keeping his mouth shut.

The air quickly quieted down.

knock knock.

There was a third knock on the door.

This time, there was no waiting time. After confirming that there was no movement in the ward, the person at the door pushed open the door and came in quickly with a cart, then quickly and quietly closed the door again.

Turning around, the gorgeous sunset poured in, filling the whole room with a gentle, bright atmosphere. Anson could be seen lying on the hospital bed and falling asleep - just as expected.

People often believe that dark and windy nights are the best time to cover up criminal activities; but in real life, daytime is often the most unexpected time to act.

The reason for choosing the evening is that after experiencing the heat and scorching heat throughout the afternoon, fatigue and sleepiness before dinner time can easily make people relax their vigilance.

This was the perfect moment to sneak into the ward.

Reality is not a Hollywood movie after all. Although Anson set up a tight net around his ward, he finally found a loophole.

Hehe, it seems that Anson’s injury this time has caused his sharpness and perception to decrease a lot. This is his best chance to make a comeback.

He knew that he was wandering on the moral bottom line, he knew that he was navigating in the gray area, but he could not control the excitement and passion in his heart, the devil's voice continued to whisper in his ears.

"Entertainment to death. Everyone does this. There is no need to feel guilty, and there is no need to sin. Even if it's not you, there are other paparazzi who refuse to miss the opportunity."

"So why can't it be you?"

"Moreover, have you forgotten? Those humiliations and grievances, every time you faced Anson, you suffered a lot, lost face, and even had psychological trauma. Now is the opportunity for revenge, are you going to miss it in vain?"

"Anyway, it's not like Anson is really paralyzed, is it?"

The evil thoughts began to take root and sprout, and in the blink of an eye they had grown into a towering tree, completely out of control.

Not only was he prepared to seize the opportunity, but he was also prepared to launch a counterattack—

This time, he would pay back tenfold and a hundredfold all the grievances he had suffered in the past.

Everything went according to plan.

The figure tiptoed to the end of the bed, rustled out a backpack from under the cart, and dug out the camera from it.

In order to cover up his whereabouts, he changed into a nurse's uniform, transformed into a staff member of Mount Sinai Hospital, and pushed a cart as a cover, which was no less impressive than Ethan Hunt in "Mission Impossible".

I took out my camera and started looking for angles——

Taking secret photos is not just about taking secret photos, it also requires taking a picture with a perfect composition to prove his ability and to completely control the situation.

He can now imagine that not only the paparazzi, but other reporters will also be amazed and marvel at his achievements. Then he will become the uncrowned king.

A smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He was so excited that his hands were shaking. He could not remember the last time he was so excited. Could this be the first assignment in his paparazzi career?

The angle is finally found.

This time, he did not forget to turn off the flash; moreover, the room was filled with sunset light, so there was no need for a flash. He believed that he could complete a work of art.

However, when he pointed the camera at Anson and was about to focus, he found that -

Anson also had a camera in his hand, a Polaroid, and pointed the lens at him.

Wait, what's going on?

Before he could even begin to think, the next second, he could clearly see the smile on Anson's lips forming a beautiful arc in the orange halo.

"Three, two, one, cheese!"

Click.

Anson took the lead and pressed the shutter to record the scene.

The figure was completely stunned in place:
Who am I where am I what am I doing so what is going on here?
Everything is hazy and chaotic.

A second ago, things were still under his control.

In the next second, the world turned upside down.

For a moment, his brain couldn't keep up, and his violently shaking pupils and the fingers that forgot to press the shutter button betrayed his true thoughts at the moment.

Then, Anson, already smiling, waved, "Hey, Kevin."

(End of this chapter)