The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 189 Are You Sure This Is Filming?

"Scene 79, Shot 7, ACTION!"

Ten minutes later, following the order of the assistant director, Yang Zhu quickly entered the state;
Sweating profusely and with a pale face, the lord used his teeth to tie his left arm, which was missing a large piece of flesh, with a belt.

Lord, who gave himself a shot of morphine without hesitation, gritted his teeth, pressed cotton from the first aid bag on the wound, raised his head, and swept the battlefield where bullets were raining, his voice was slightly tingly with pain. Trembling and inflection—damn it, it's not good to tie it anywhere, but it has to be tied to the wound where it was hit by a rubber bullet:
"Yang, since you are already a member of our [Lone Wolf], then we are a community of destiny;"

"Although you are just a newcomer, at this moment, we can only hand over our backs to you!"

"So, overcome the fear in your heart and go!"

"If you can deal with the enemies coming from behind, then we still have a chance,"

"If not..."

Yang Zhu was trembling all over, with a smile that was uglier than crying: "But, although I have been trained by you for two months, I have never fired at anyone. What if..."

The Lord interrupted him: "No chance!!"

"All of us are crushed to death by each other now, and you are the only one we can rely on!"

"If, you fail,"

"Or maybe he escaped..."

"That is, God does not want us [lone wolves] to continue to exist, and we will naturally follow God's will."

Yang Zhu fixedly looked at the Lord's calm eyes, the expression on his face changed like a magic trick, then he gritted his teeth, took off the M14 EBR-RI squad sniper rifle on his body, and then picked up the M4 that originally belonged to the Lord on the ground, and smoked it. After unbolting the gun and checking it, he took out two more magazines from the Lord's chest, then bent down to observe the battlefield situation from the crack in the stone, and jumped out with a low body;
zoom in,

After Yang Zhu threw himself on a small stone, he crawled motionless at first, shaking violently all over his body, inhaling and exhaling continuously, obviously doing mental construction;

Suddenly, a stray bullet hit the ground two meters in front of him, and Yang Zhu froze like a frightened rabbit. Half a second later, he suddenly went crazy and crawled towards the left front side;
"Shit! I'm just an ordinary Chinese, why did I come to Afghanistan!?" Yang Zhu trembled all over, but his buttocks twisted coquettishly, and the frequency of its swings was far higher than that of Ivanov just now;

"Shit! I'm just an ordinary employee of the caravan. Why am I being hired as a mercenary just because I'm shitting!?" On Yang Zhu's pale face, his eyes were filled with resentment and resentment. After reaching a few big rocks, I quickly stood up, but my thighs were still trembling;

At this moment, a few enemy mercenaries discovered him and quickly moved tactically to form a siege around him. Automatic rifles kept suppressing him, and debris kept flying from the stones.

A smile uglier than crying appeared on Yang Zhu's face: "Shit! I'm just a recruit, why are you here so many people!?"

Then there was a hint of determination on his face, he took a few deep breaths, and jumped like a cheetah. After a few rolls, he came to a small mound, lay on his side, and fired two rounds of bullets from the M4 in his hand.
Seeing this, the other party immediately crawled to the ground, and then continuously fired bullets from several directions,

Yang Zhu panted heavily, raised the gun over his head like an African black uncle, and fired wildly. After a while, the bullets in the magazine were all emptied;

The few mercenaries on the opposite side looked at each other, but there was a sneer on their faces, one of them made a gesture, and the rest slowly approached;
On the other side, Yang Zhu stared at his hand dejectedly. After changing a magazine, he gave himself a slap in the face, but his eyes gradually turned cold from the confusion and confusion just now.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Zhu held the M4 in the most standard military posture, and then kicked his left foot hard, and a small crater with a thickness of 2 cm was stepped on the not-so-soft ground. With the reaction force of this kick, it appeared in the open space like lightning, but he didn't shoot immediately, but his eyes kept capturing the specific position of the enemy in front, looking for a suitable shooting area;

At this time, a mercenary lying on the ground adjusted the muzzle of the gun and fired a few bullets.

Yang Zhu, whose eyes turned left and right, had long been staring at the position of their guns. The moment their guns were aimed at him, his right leg made another sudden effort, and his body suddenly moved towards the left. The move is nearly 3 meters long. If it weren't for the long lens and the small pit on the ground, the audience would have thought it was a special effect;
Just when Teng Nuo landed this time, Yang Zhu fired, shooting three times in a row. A bloody hole the size of a pigeon egg appeared on the opponent's shoulder. He was wailing and losing combat effectiveness;
With one strike, Yang Zhu didn't hesitate. His left foot exerted force again, leaving a distance of nearly three meters to the right rear position, but the posture of holding the gun did not change at all. The visual fragmentation of the lower body twisting like a rubber band makes people feel extraordinarily weird, but also full of powerful rhythm;
As soon as Yang Zhu moved, several bomb craters appeared near the original position. As soon as Yang Zhu landed, he fired three consecutive shots and swept over. However, this time the opponent reacted quickly and rolled and hid in the stone pile, without causing any kills. ;

So, unlike the other side where bullets are flying all over the sky and both sides hide and hide, Yang Zhu's side is full of the visual impact of the human body limit, and the coldness of killing with one blow;
After several maneuvers, Yang Zhu killed one more person, and the remaining three people on the other side showed unimaginable horror in their eyes, and then quickly moved closer with the help of cover, forming an irregular triangular formation with each other's horns;
At this moment, Yang Zhu seemed to have murderous intent on his head. Although his chest was heaving and rising rapidly due to excessive physical exertion, thick blood appeared in his cold eyes, which was indescribably frightening.

Seeing that the opponent was approaching, Yang Zhu swept the terrain full of small mounds, no longer retreating, but in a "Zigzag" shape, approaching the opponent with a frequency and speed that ordinary people could not understand. During the process, his body leaned forward quickly, almost showing a strange 45-degree angle to the ground. Looking from behind, he looked like an old woman;

When the other party saw that Yang Zhu was advancing instead of retreating, his face changed drastically. Two of them still moved and shot in a small range calmly, while the other directly took out the grenade, pulled out the plug, and squeezed it in his hand for more than a second. Then he threw it high and high towards the position beside Yang Zhu;

Looking up at the flying grenade, Yang Zhu's complexion changed, and he rolled sideways without hesitation, then kicked his feet, supported his hands, leaned over and rolled, and hid behind a small mound like a mollusk. Avoided this volley explosion;

The three mercenaries on the opposite side looked at Yang Zhu performing such a trick as if performed by a circus, with disbelief on their faces,

When the smoke was about to disperse, Yang Zhu's figure came around from the side of the smoke like lightning. At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters. Due to the positional relationship, the figures of the three could not be covered by the small mound at all;

Just when the three of them were desperately crawling on the spot, planning to kill each other, the M4 in Yang Zhu's hand clicked twice, but no bullet was fired.
Yang Zhu's pupils shrank, but when he was rolling just now, sand and dust entered the barrel of the M4, and it got jammed...

The three of them were overjoyed, the bullets in their hands poured towards Yang Zhu as if they didn't want money, Yang Zhu threw the M4, rolled short again, moved like lightning, kicked his left leg, and avoided the three of them In the current shooting world, there are three people on the height of the small mound, and they look like they will not give up unless they kill the three;
The expressions on the three people's faces were very ugly. Two of them immediately put down their spears and pulled out their pistols. The other one took a few steps back and raised the spear in his hand as an emergency;
From the camera on the other side, it can be clearly seen that Yang Zhu climbed to the waist of the hill after a few kicks. He pulled out a Colt pistol with his left hand, but pulled out a Nepalese army knife with his right hand. After gasping for a few times, he grabbed one. The gravel is thrown behind the mound,

Immediately, there were two crisp gunshots.
At the moment when the gunshot sounded, Yang Zhu kicked his legs fiercely, and jumped from the side to the five meters away from the three of them like an ape, his eyes narrowed, and the pistol in his left hand fired, killing the mercenary who was still holding a long weapon first , and then when the other two people switched their guns, they fired another shot, hitting the shoulder and chest of the nearest person, and then the Nepalese saber in his right hand was thrown like lightning, and the person a little further away fell down in response—Yang Zhu naturally You can't really throw a knife at his chest. This shot will need a close-up shot.

Just when Yang Zhu thought he had dealt with all the enemies and was greatly relieved, the man who was hit on the shoulder and chest just staggered, biting hard, and turned the gun head fiercely;
Yang Zhu's pupils shrank and he quickly glanced at the man - it hit the body armor! ?
Then he turned sideways and kicked the opponent a full three meters with a lightning-like kick. Seeing that the opponent vomited blood and could not survive, he sat limply on the ground,

Looking at the bodies of the three people, Yang Zhu suddenly vomited on the ground, until he couldn't vomit anything before he sat back on the ground weakly,
His eyes stared blankly at Colt in his hand, empty like a puppet...

"CUT!"

"This one is over!"

The staff on the side hurried over to help the mercenary who was lifted by Yang Zhu, and then pulled out the deformed protective plate made of hard plastic and soft rubber from his chest, and then made it for him. Massage - Yang Zhu's kick really kicked him three meters away, and one can imagine the horror of its power;

This brother was able to endure the huge pain and dizziness, insisted on biting the blood bag in his mouth, and then quietly pretended to be dead there. I have to say that his professionalism is extraordinary!
Yang Zhu, who was out of shape, walked towards that person embarrassingly. He was really embarrassed to suffer this kind of suffering for 2000 US dollars a day.

After the mercenary heard Yang Zhu's condolences and apology, he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he supported his own difficult body and asked, if he performed so well, can he get an extra 500 dollars in salary today?

Yang Zhu looked at this mercenary who was so difficult to even talk, and was a little speechless. These mercenaries are probably the group of people who love money the most in the world. As long as you can give him money, let him give you money. Human sandbags for a whole day are not a problem, so I nodded, and I had the right to use 500 US dollars to offset the debt in my heart.

Damn, as expected, such negative emotions based on morality are the least valuable!

…………

And another group of mercenaries who have watched the excitement all day but have not suffered any hardship are whispering;
"Zoer, are you sure they are filming?" A bearded man stared blankly at the wounded being lifted off the set;

Another slightly thin Western European man swallowed: "Maybe, why do I think making movies is more dangerous than fighting in Africa?"

A Latino mercenary next to him nodded: "Not to mention that Ivanov and his group of actors live inhuman [special training] every day, just relying on the real bullets shot from nowhere at any time, they may Whenever you shake your hand, your life will be gone!"

The man named Drow shook his head: "The Chinese man who shot with real bullets is not dangerous. I can tell that every shot he shoots has a mature chest and won't really hurt us,"

"but……"

"That director named Yang was too ruthless in his strikes. Just look at the power he erupted when he was moving, and the last side kick. If you are not careful, you will really die!"

The bearded man at the beginning nodded approvingly: "They have been emphasizing that they must pursue truth, so except for the swords and guns, the rest are for real. If you do this according to Yang's standards, it might really kill someone. !"

The Latino man swallowed his saliva: "What dog P's pursuit of truth, judging from the plot we have seen in the past few days, a small mercenary group really has this strength, so just come and buy a few. Overthrowing a small country, are we still going to fight to the death for the salary of 1 US dollars a day!?"

Zhuoer looked at him faintly: "But, what they showed in front of the camera is real. Except for not using real guns, the rest are not mixed with a little water. Can this be called real?"

The Latino man muttered: "That only shows that the director's character design is unreliable. This group of people should be set as a top small mercenary group! Otherwise, our customers will definitely want to see this movie again." Pick and choose against us!"

Just as a group of people were blowing wildly, a man next to him who had been silent stood up suddenly, walked to the set, picked up the extremely deformed protective plate, and tested the thickness and toughness of the hard plastic on the outside. The degree, the complexion changed;

Your sister, this is obviously an industrial POM (polyoxymethylene) with a thickness of more than 3 cm, nicknamed "Saigang" and "Special Steel". This kind of hard material has been kicked like this. If you really kick yourself, That can't kill people?
At this moment, a certain mercenary who was arranged to become the villain BOSS felt endless worries when thinking about the large number of fighting scenes in his script...

(End of this chapter)