"Cameron had a strong dispute with the producer of "Titanic" and jumped into the sea."

"The Titanic project lost control, Eric Williams went to Rosarito in person, and Cameron tried to jump into the sea to commit suicide."

"Eric Williams and James Cameron Rosarito had a physical conflict on the set and pushed the other party into the sea. The Titanic project may be completely stranded."

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Because there was no video information leaking at the scene, and the rumors spread with a lot of people, in the following days, the incident of Cameron jumping into the sea in the US media became more and more outrageous. The clarification of the public relations department of Firefly Group failed to curb the rapid spread of rumors at all, and more and more media reporters began to gather in Rosarito, Mexico.

In desperation, Eric simply asked ABC TV to send reporters to the set and specially recorded some filming footage of the crew. Although he did not completely suppress the spread of rumors, those extremely absurd remarks were self-defeating after the related video was played.

The day after Eric rushed to Rosarito, Stan Winston, CEO of the digital field, also came over and began to discuss the post-production issues of the film.

Because "Titanic" will use a large number of very novel special effects production methods, according to the development ideas determined by Eric when he established the digital field, these new special effects technologies will be specially sorted out, and if possible, they will apply for patents. Although many special effects techniques were produced under Cameron's fantasy ideas, after receiving Eric's sufficient budget support, Cameron, who was completely immersed in the movie, had no intention of caring about these things.

It was another morning of shooting. At this time, Eric had been on the set of Rosarito for five days, without the depressing atmosphere under the tight budget. Although Cameron still seemed a little irritable occasionally, the aura that seemed to be on the verge of explosion at any time completely disappeared, and the interpersonal relationship between the crew from top to bottom became much more harmonious.

At lunch time, Eric was having a meal with Cameron and others in the restaurant, and Jon Landau walked in in a hurry.

After having a meal, I came to Eric's table and sat down. Jon Landau said to Eric: "Eric, are you going back in the afternoon?"

"Yes, the matter here is almost over, and I can't help if I stay here."

Jon Landau nodded, hesitated for a moment, reminding him: "I think it's better to be careful when you go back."

"Hmm?" Eric raised his head in confusion.

Jon Landau said: "I heard that there have been several robberies outside recently against those reporters, and there were even two unlucky guys who had their ribs broken. You know, their professional shooting equipment is very expensive. And, I just talked to Victor, who was in charge of the security of the set, and he said that there are indeed more people around the set recently. So, you know."

Eric nodded seriously. He knew the security situation in Mexico very clearly. This country only has more than 100,000 regular troops, but the number of illegal armed troops led by drug dealers is no less than that of regular troops. It is still better now. In the next few years, with the further deterioration of public security, Mexico has even been classified by the United Nations as a "state of war" country of the same level as Somalia, Yugoslavia and other countries. In addition, Rosarito is close to the Mexican border, so the security situation nearby is even worse. At the suggestion of the security team, Eric has not taken a step out of this set in the past few days after he arrived in Mexico.

Cameron heard Jon Landau's words and said with a serious expression: "Eric, it really doesn't work. You can go back by helicopter. Well, although it's a little more troublesome, it's definitely safer."

Mexico is not as good as the United States. Helicopters are basically in the hands of the government departments. It is difficult for ordinary people to obtain flight permits. After hearing this, Eric smiled and shook his head, saying, "There is no need to mobilize such a group of troops. From here to the border, the car is faster and it will arrive in half an hour. Moreover, the helicopter may not be as safe as my convoy."

Eric is not arrogant. The twenty-three bodyguards who followed him this time are basically former Marines with rich practical experience. Although the five SUV off-road vehicles he was riding in when he came were not as well as the president's car level, they are not inferior to the other party in terms of safety protection. As long as they do not encounter a crazy heavy fire attack, even if they are temporarily trapped, they can rely on the protection of the carriage to stand waiting for assistance.

After lunch and chatting for a while, Eric said goodbye to everyone and took his female assistant to the car and left the set of Rosarito.

It was still the expressway along the coast of Baja California. After the vehicle was driving smoothly, Eric looked down at the latest version of the script of "007 Casino Royale" coming from Los Angeles. Kelly, who was sitting next to him, accidentally caught a few small tails following the convoy in the rearview mirror. He remembered Jon Landau's reminder at noon in the restaurant, and uneasyly patted Eric and pointed to the rear.

Before Eric answered, Carter Moen, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, said: "Ms. Haines, it's okay, that's the reporter's car, and they might have to go back with us."

"Oh, so that's it," Kelly smiled, feeling a little embarrassed at her suspicion.

The convoy passed through the town of Rosarito shortly after driving and continued to move forward. Eric read a few pages of the script, looked up and moved his neck, chatted with Kelly for a few words, and was about to lower his head to continue reading the script, Carter Moen in the front row suddenly pressed his headphones, and whispered a few words in a hurry, then turned his head and said, "Eric, there may be some situations ahead."

Eric looked up in confusion: "Hmm?"

But Kelly grabbed Eric's sleeve sensitively, and a nervous look appeared on her face.

"A container truck was parked about a kilometer in front of it, blocking the way," Carter Moen explained, adding: "A very old-fashioned approach."

Eric looked out the window. Although it was a four-lane expressway, there was an isolation barrier composed of cement and stone piers in the middle of the road. A container truck could almost block half of the lane.

Eric knew that he had no time to panic, and did not hesitate. He said calmly and decisively: "I don't understand these, you can deal with them."

Carter Moen nodded and told the two to fasten their seat belts. While deploying quickly to the headphones, he took out a pistol from the storage box and handed it to the driver next to him. Then he took out a semi-automatic rifle and fiddled with it.

Eric took a deep breath, noticed Kelly's nervous look beside him, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her: "Don't worry, it's okay. Even if you encounter any trouble, someone will come over the border within ten minutes."

"Well," Kelly's face calmed down, holding Eric's hand, but her other hand reached into her bag and touched the phone. After thinking about it, she realized that the phone could not call in Mexico, so she had to give up.

During the simple conversation, the speed of the entire convoy suddenly accelerated. A few seconds later, Carter Moen turned his head and ordered Eric: "Everyone is ready to sit."

Then, with a loud bang at the front of the convoy.

Eric sat on the left side of the rear compartment, feeling that it was not a gunshot, and looked out in confusion with his face.

The SUV in the front had already brutalized the cement stone pier in the center of the road and forced a lane to change lanes, entering the other side of the road. Then, the second and third SUVs followed suit. During the bumps, the fourth SUV that Eric was riding also changed lanes, and it scratched the cement stone pier that was still standing, and a harsh friction sound sounded in his ears.

In the front row, Carter Moen, holding a semi-automatic rifle, looked out the window on the right vigilantly. Eric retracted his attention from the bumps and then looked to the right. A blue container truck parked in the center of the right lane. As he passed by, Eric also noticed the surprised expressions of two Mexican men standing next to the truck.

The fleet surpassed the container truck and did not choose to change lanes again. Fortunately, there are few vehicles on this highway near the sea, so even if you encounter a few oncoming cars, you can easily stagger them.

Although no one was caught up, Carter Moen remained vigilant and kept communicating with the bodyguards in several cars until about ten minutes later, the figure of the town on the border appeared in everyone's sight, and everyone relaxed.

Kelly breathed a deep breath, looked at Eric next to her, and looked at Carter Moen, who was dismantling the weapon and stuffing it into a backpack. After thinking for a while, he said, "I just saw it... maybe it was a misunderstanding?"

Eric remembered the expressions of the two Mexican men he had just seen, and was also a little confused, but he did not mean to question Carter Moen's judgment. The son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall, so there will be no problem if he is cautious.

Carter Moen put away his weapons and said through the rearview mirror: "It's not a misunderstanding, Ms. Haines, if you look closely, you should notice that the guy in the blue jacket just now had a slight rush in his arms. Also, the door of the container was obviously open. If they really stopped to repair the car because of a vehicle failure, it would never be like this."

Kelly still wondered, "Why?"

Carter Moen suddenly changed the subject and said to Kelly: "Ms. Haines, do you know what is the most important thing when driving at night in Mexico?"

"Um?"

Carter Moen said: "The most important thing is to run when you encounter a red light, and do not stop. Because if you stop for a few dozen seconds, there will often be gun-carrying robbers outside your car window and loot you. The situation we just encountered is similar to this situation. If you stop, I promise you that dozens of militants will soon jump out of the container, and we will be in trouble at that time."

Kelly glanced at Carter Moen's serious expression in the rearview mirror, glanced at Eric again. Seeing Eric echoing and nodding, he patted his chest with lingering fear, and said, "I also heard that Mexico is very chaotic, but this is too rampant. Are they not afraid of causing strong suppression from the official palace?"

Carter Moen said: "To be honest, they are not afraid. This country is already rotten, it is difficult to return to normal social order."

When Eric heard Carter Moen say this, he remembered something. In his memory, the later Mexican president, Kaderron, attempted to use tough measures to crack down on crime, but the result was counterproductive. During his several years in power, not only did he not achieve his goals, but instead caused more severe social unrest. More than 20,000 civilians were affected by the fish in the pond and died of life.

Recalling this information, Eric suddenly felt that he was too careless this time and that his goal was too big. It would be better not to come to Mexico again in the future.

After passing through the town next to the border, you can see the customs entrance from afar. Eric felt the vehicle slow down suddenly, and looked up. Seeing Carter Moen rolling down the window and handing a black backpack to a middle-aged man outside the window, he didn't care. If you want to pass the customs, you must throw away these "contraband" items.

Mexico bans guns, but in fact, due to its proximity to the United States and social chaos, this ban is almost gone. A few days ago, when I entered the country and prepared these things, Carter Moen accidentally revealed to Eric that there are about 200 gun dealers in this small border town alone.

As the convoy joined the traffic flow of entry and exit, Kelly relaxed completely, remembered something, and suddenly said: "By the way, Eric, didn't you say that there were a few reporters driving behind us? They won't be in trouble, right?"

Eric forgot about this and looked at Carter in front. Carter asked a few words to the headphones, turned his head and said, "It's okay, they are all following behind."

"That's good, but," Kelly glanced at Eric and said, "Maybe, the media will be lively again after going back."

Eric also knew what Kelly meant. When facing the situation just happened, those guys would definitely do something.

Sure enough, on the day Eric returned to Los Angeles, news that "Eric Williams was almost hijacked in Mexico" appeared in some evening newspapers, and there were a lot of illustrations, container trucks blocked in the middle of the road, cement guardrails that were hit in a mess, eye-catching scratches on the SUV, etc. With clever illustrations, the whole thing was rendered very thrilling by the media.

Things really became lively. As the world-class richest man with a net worth of tens of billions of dollars, Eric has an unspeakable influence. Of course, the Mexican official is unwilling to spread such a destruction of his international image and respond quickly, claiming that it was just a misunderstanding, and even condemned Eric's car for destroying public facilities and demanding that he compensate for the damaged cement guardrail.

However, this rebuttal and clarification did not work, because the identities of two Mexican males who appeared next to the container truck were soon discovered by the powerful media. Both of them were gang members who were carrying the criminal record and were even wanted by the Mexican official.

So everything became more lively.

The Mexican official palace naturally no longer mentioned any compensation, but just hesitated and published some official articles such as arresting criminals as soon as possible, and then stopped.
Chapter completed!