At 2:00 in the morning, when my sleepiness reached a small peak, I saw the TC version of this film on Pippi, so I happily clicked on it and feasted my eyes. As a result, the film was over, and my drowsiness was completely gone. The only thing I feel fortunate is that I am not stupid enough to spend 50 RMB to go to the cinema. If so, I may cry~ I can
see the traces of the years on Jackie Chan's face. The screenwriter of this film does not know what he is thinking, and he cannot understand it with normal thoughts.
The big boss inside is simply mentally retarded. I won't say anything about the taste of clothes, and the way of expressing anger is also very retarded, throwing the phone on the ground and shooting it again. I really don't know what this can show, don't you need money for bullets?
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