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Chapter 647 Actors
"Little b, little b, charge! Charge!"

Sitting on the side and staring blankly at the excited look of the boss, Dacheng felt that he was going crazy.

The armored vehicle whizzed forward, almost at the fastest speed it could drive so far.

Nearly [-] kilometers an hour!

The model of this armored vehicle is ICV-B, so it was nicknamed Little B by the boss!

Dacheng felt a little unacceptable.

"Boss, boss, you're sober." Dacheng shouted, "Who did you learn from?" Even a calm person like him couldn't control the doubts in his heart. The boss shouldn't know this.

Gan Jing was driving an armored car, posing as a huge monster, with a feeling of roaring and galloping, and replied casually: "I learned from you, didn't you teach me just now?"

A mouthful of "teach you uncle" stuck in his throat and he couldn't get it out, Dacheng felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Such driving proficiency!

This optimal ability to avoid obstacles!

This kind of ability to operate without looking at it!
Dacheng suddenly felt a little dazed, sitting in this armored car seemed to return to the days of sitting in the instructor's car, this silky smoothness, this kind of galloping... Oh, my past is chasing me.

"The feeling of driving this little b is much more exciting than driving."

Dacheng once again heard the boss's nickname for this Stryker, and the trance of the world line change quickly disappeared. The boss can even fly an airplane, so it's no big deal to drive an armored car now.

Isn't that just four more wheels than a car?
Isn't it more than ten tons heavier than a car?

Isn't it just a few more weapon ports than a car?

It's very reasonable!

However, Dacheng still put forward his opinion cautiously: "Boss, can you change your name? You are ruining your image by shouting like this, you are a star."

"No." Gan Jing refused without turning his head, "I am the captain wandering in the sky, I am the captain roaring on the land, I am the one who penetrates the ocean...uh..."

Gan Jing made a deceleration operation, then looked at Dacheng, and said seriously: "I only have one dream left now, when will I be allowed to drive a nuclear submarine." If the effect is verified on the armored vehicle, then the submarine must also be able to drive!

Dacheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this ideal is a bit floating, let's be more realistic: "Boss, depending on your driving level, you can do it yourself when those foreigners challenge you."

Gan Jing made an "OK" gesture: "No problem. After all..."

When he said this, his tone suddenly turned deep, and he looked at Dacheng with a serious face: "After all, I am also a Chinese soldier with a special mission."

Dacheng was stunned: "Huh? The boss is from the special forces?" If so, then everything can be reasonably explained!

Gan Jing replied nonchalantly, "I'm an actor."

Dacheng put his head in his hands, wishing he could smash all the dashboards in front of the boss with his own head, now he can't tell which words the boss said are true and which are false!
Actors, actors, I hate actors!

Especially the kind of actors who are good at acting!

Especially the kind of actor who won the best actor!
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A little later, the sun in Bagra had already set in the west, and the twilight illuminated the suburbs a bit magnificently.

The second Stryker arrived, and it continued the numbering of the previous one, ICV-D.

However, after this little d arrived, Jack and his group were less confident in "asking" for advice, and the series of operations after the previous small drift were still seen in their eyes.

"Dacheng", the level of the Chinese retired soldier, has already amazed a group of people. In the face of real operations, any consultation, any arrogance, and any provocation are turned into exchanges.

After getting off the car, Dacheng returned to his taciturn temperament, but seeing the cheerful boss over there from time to time, his heart was really hard to describe.

He can only comfort himself in his heart, the boss, maybe he is one of his own people, but he is more talented in acting, so he has played more roles. As the saying goes, I am a brick of the revolution. Where to move it.

In the evening, two armored vehicles competed on the outskirts of Baghdad. Gan Jing drove the small B, and Jack drove the small D. The two sides had a friendly and harmonious communication and demonstration.

At [-]:[-], both armored vehicles stopped.

Jack got out of the car with lingering fear, and looked at Dacheng who also got out of the car with admiration.

He hesitated for a moment, gave Dacheng a thumbs up, and sincerely praised: "China No.1!"

Dacheng also hesitated for a while, and replied: "China is indeed No.1, so what, the boss will be taught by me from now on." The second half of the sentence is what the boss ordered before getting out of the car.

Jack nodded. He was more proficient and perfect in driving this thing than his group of people, so he really had no face to rob this kind of teaching.

Gan Jing nodded with a smile, and said to Jack: "I have to trouble everyone to pay more attention to the safety of the crew. After the filming is over, I still have some personal bonuses, please."

Jack felt a lot more comfortable when he heard this, and immediately said, "This is what we should do."

Gan Jing smiled, and went to talk and laugh with Dacheng to take the jeep that came before. These two armored vehicles were placed by Jack and others. In other words, if this thing is not placed well in a place like Baghdad, it might really happen. was stolen.

All the way back to the hotel, Gan Jing was in a good mood. This kind of experience of driving an armored car on the plains is not something ordinary people can have. This is not the life of the characters in the play, but the real life outside the play.

However, the inside and outside of the play are often intertwined, and this experience is really delicious for him.

After a brief meal in the evening, Gan Jing went back to the hotel room to read the script and learn about the situation of domestic companies, and then began to write anonymous answers on Zhihu, a domestic question-and-answer community.

Two days ago, Lao Chen sent the Zhihu account registered under his name, and the inexplicable scandals on Zhihu became more and more noisy with the development of modern media.

When Gan Jing went to the United States to seek communication with the two giants of Hollywood, he naturally didn't have time to do this. Now that he's back in Baghdad, he has plenty of time.

The first sentence was agreed with the company before.

Well, by the way, "People in the industry came to break the news. If it weren't for people in the industry, I would kill the whole family." Tsk, this doesn't sound like what a celebrity himself said, and no one would have guessed it.

Gan Jing sat cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against the edge of the bed, frowning and thinking hard about how to organize himself—similarly, this was also a different kind of experience for him.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the hotel door.

Gan Jing subconsciously glanced at the time on the phone, it would be [-]:[-] in the evening, who is looking for him at this hour?

Open the door and take a look.

Oh, the Flaming Lips.

(End of this chapter)