"GAME 79, SHOT 7, ACTION!"

Ten minutes later, with the assistant director's order, Yang Zhu quickly entered the state;

Sweating profusely, the pale-faced lord borrowed his teeth and tied his left arm, which was missing a large piece of flesh, with a strap, and the blood that spurted from it was visibly smaller.

The Lord, who did not hesitate to inject himself with a shot of morphine, gritted his teeth and pressed cotton into the wound from the first aid bag, while raising his head and sweeping the battlefield where the bullets were raining down, his voice trembling slightly and changing tone because of the pain - damn it, it's not good to tie somewhere, you have to tie it to the wound 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 on!"

"If you can deal with the enemies that come after the bread, then we still have a chance to live,"

"If you can't ......"

Yang Zhu trembled, and a smile on his face was more ugly than crying: "But, although I have been trained by you for two months, I have never shot at anyone, in case ......"

The Lord interrupted him: "No in case!!"

"We are all crushed by each other now, and the only one we can rely on is you!"

"If, you fail,"

"Or ...... escape"

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

Yang Zhu looked at the Lord's calm eyes, the expression on his face changed like a trick, and then gritted his teeth, took off the M14 EBR-RI squad on his body with a sniper rifle, and lifted the M4 that originally belonged to the Lord on the ground, pulled out the bolt, checked it, took two more magazines from the Lord's chest, and then bent down to observe the battlefield situation from the crack in the stone, and jumped out with a low body;

The camera zooms in,

After Yang Zhu pounced on a small stone, he first prostrate and did not move, shaking up and down all over his body, constantly inhaling and exhaling, obviously doing psychological construction;

Suddenly, a stray bullet hit the ground two meters in front of him, Yang Zhu froze like a frightened rabbit, and half a second later, he suddenly started to go crazy and quickly crawled towards the left front side;

"I'm just an ordinary Chinese person, why did I come to Afghanistan!?" Yang Zhu trembled, but his ass was twisted coquettishly, and the frequency of his swing far exceeded that of Ivanov just now;

"shit!I'm just an ordinary employee of a caravan, why should I be dragged as a mercenary just because I pulled a bubble of shit!?" Yang Zhu's pale face, a pair of eyes full of unwillingness and resentment, moved to a few big stones, and quickly stood up, but his thighs were still trembling;

At this moment, several enemy mercenaries spotted him, and quickly tactically maneuvered to form an encirclement of him, constantly being suppressed by automatic rifles, and debris constantly flying from the stones.

A smile on Yang Zhu's face that was more ugly than crying: "Shit! I'm just a rookie, why are you so many people coming!?"

Then a trace of determination welled up on his face, he took a few deep breaths, jumped like a cheetah, and after a few rolls, he came to a small mound, lying on his side, and the M4 in his hand fired two shuttle bullets,

Seeing this, the other party immediately prostrated himself, and then kept shooting bullets from several directions,

Yang Zhu gasped for breath, raised his gun above his head like an African black uncle, and fired indiscriminately, and after a while, the bullets in the magazine were gone;

Several mercenaries on the opposite side looked at each other, but there was a contemptuous mockery on their faces, one of them gestured, and the rest slowly approached;

On the other side, Yang Zhu stared at his hand dejectedly, and after changing the magazine, he gave himself a slap in the face, but his eyes gradually changed from confusion and confusion just now to cold.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Zhu took the M4 according to the most standard military posture, and then kicked his left foot sharply, and the ground that was not soft was stepped out of a small pit as thick as 2CM, Yang Zhu took advantage of the reaction force of this foot, and appeared in the open space like lightning, but he did not shoot at the first time, but his eyes continued to capture the specific position of the enemy in front of him, looking for a suitable shooting boundary;

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

Yang Zhu, whose eyes were turning sharply from side to side, had already stared at the position of their guns, and at the moment when their muzzles were aimed at themselves, their right legs were suddenly exerted again, and his body suddenly moved towards the lightning on the left, this time it was nearly 3 meters, if it weren't for the long lens and the small pit on the ground, it is estimated that the audience thought it was a special effect;

When this move just landed, Yang Zhu fired, and a triple shot passed, and a blood hole the size of a pigeon's egg appeared on the opponent's shoulder, wailing and losing his combat effectiveness;

One blow to defeat the enemy, Yang Zhu did not hesitate, his left foot suddenly exerted force again, and vacated a distance of nearly three meters to the right rear position, but the posture of holding the gun did not change a bit, this kind of visual separation of the upper body is as quiet as an iron cast, and the lower body twists like a rubber band, which makes people feel extremely weird, and it is full of rhythm;

As soon as Yang Zhu moved, several craters appeared near the original position, and as soon as Yang Zhu landed, another triple shot swept over, but this time the opponent reacted quickly, and one rolled and hid in the stone pile, and did not cause a kill;

So, unlike the battlefield on the other side, where bullets flew all over the sky and the two sides hid and hid, Yang Zhu's side was full of the visual impact of the limit of the human body, and the coldness of Sen Sen, who would kill with one hit;

After a few moves, Yang Zhu killed one more person, and the remaining three people on the other side showed incredible horror in their eyes, and then quickly approached with the help of cover, presenting an irregular triangular formation, with each other's horns;

At this moment, Yang Zhu seemed to have a killing intent, although his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly due to excessive physical exertion, but a thick blood color appeared in his cold eyes, which was indescribably terrifying.

Seeing that the other party was approaching, Yang Zhu swept the terrain full of small mounds, no longer retreating, but in a zigzag shape, approaching the other party with a frequency and speed that ordinary people could not understand at all, but in the process of approaching, his body leaned forward rapidly, showing a strange amplitude of almost 45 degrees with the ground, looking from behind, like an old woman;

The other party saw that Yang Zhu did not retreat but advanced, his face changed greatly, two of them still calmly moved and shot in a small area, while the other person directly took out a grenade, pulled out the bolt, and pinched it in his hand for a second, and then threw it high towards Yang Zhu's side;

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

The three mercenaries on the opposite side looked at Yang Zhu's trick as if he was performing a circus, with incredulity on their faces,

When the smoke was about to disperse, Yang Zhu's figure came around the smoke side like lightning, at this time, the distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters, and due to the position, the figures of the three people could not be completely concealed by the small mound;

Just when the three of them were desperately crawling on the spot, planning to break the net with a fish to death, the M4 in Yang Zhu's hand clicked twice, but no bullets were fired.

Yang Zhu's pupils shrank, but when he was tumbling just now, the sand and dust entered the chamber of the M4 and got stuck......

The three of them were overjoyed, the bullets in their hands splashed towards Yang Zhu as if they didn't want money, Yang Zhu threw the M4, and rolled his short body, after moving like lightning, his left leg kicked, and he actually avoided the current shooting boundary of the three people, from the height of the small mound After all, there were three people, and they looked like they would not stop if they didn't kill the three people;

The faces of the three were very ugly, two of them immediately put down their spears and drew their pistols, while the other took a few steps back and raised the spears in their hands as an emergency;

From the camera on the other side, it can be clearly seen that Yang Zhu climbed to the waist of the small hill after kicking a few legs, pulled out the Colt pistol with his left hand, but drew the Nepalese saber with his right hand, and after gasping for a few times, he grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it behind the mound.

Suddenly two crisp gunshots came,

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, Yang Zhu kicked his legs violently, jumped from the side like an ape to a five-meter distance from the three people, his eyes were small, and the pistol in his left hand fired, first killing the mercenary who still held the long weapon, and then took advantage of the other two to switch muzzles, and 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 who was a little farther away fell in response to the sound - Yang Zhu naturally couldn't really throw the knife on his chest, and this shot would need to be reshot in close-up at that time.

Just when Yang Zhu thought that he had eliminated all the enemies and was greatly relieved, the person who was hit in the shoulder and chest just stumbled and bit hard, and quickly turned the head of the gun with a fierce face;

Yang Zhu's pupils shrank, and he quickly glanced at the man--hit the body armor!?

When he turned sideways, he kicked sideways like lightning, kicking the opponent out of a full three meters, seeing that the other party was spitting blood from his mouth and couldn't survive, so he sat on the ground on his stomach softly.

Looking at the corpses of the three people, Yang Zhu suddenly fell on the ground and vomited, until he couldn't vomit anything, and then sat back on the ground weakly.

The two eyes looked blankly at Colt in his hand, hollow like a puppet......

“CUT！”

"This is over!"

The staff on the side hurriedly came over and helped the mercenary who was lifted by Yang Zhu to pick him up, and then pulled out the deformed protective plate made of hard plastic and soft rubber from his chest, and then massaged him - Yang Zhu's kick really kicked him three meters away, and the terrifying power in it can be imagined;

This brother was able to endure the huge pain and dizziness, insisted on biting the blood bag in his mouth and quietly pretending to be dead there, I have to say that the level of dedication is extraordinary!

Yang Zhu, who was out of the state, walked towards the man embarrassedly, and he was indeed a little embarrassed to suffer this kind of suffering for 2,000 US dollars a day.

After hearing Yang Zhu's condolences and apologies, the mercenary didn't care, but instead supported his difficult body and asked, his performance is so good, can he pay 500 more dollars today?

Yang Zhu looked at this mercenary who couldn't even speak, and was a little speechless, these mercenaries are only afraid that they are the most money-loving people in the world, as long as you can give him money, it will not be a problem for him to be a human sandbag for you all day, so he nodded, and he should use 500 US dollars to offset the debt in his heart.

Oh, sure enough, this kind of negative emotion based on the moral level is the least valuable!

…………

while another group of mercenaries who had watched the excitement all day but had not suffered anything were whispering;

"Drow, are you sure they're filming?" a bearded man looked at the wounded men who were lifted off the set with a somewhat glazed gaze;

Another slightly emaciated Western European man swallowed: "Maybe, for Mao, I think making a movie is more dangerous than fighting in Africa?"

A Latino mercenary next to him nodded: "Not to mention that Ivanov's group of actors live an inhuman [special training] every day, just with the real bullet that I don't know where to shoot at any time, maybe when my hand shakes, my life will be gone!"

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

"But ......"

"The director named Yang is too ruthless, you look at the power that erupted when he moved, and the last side kick, if you are not careful, you will really die!"

The bearded man at the beginning nodded thoughtfully: "They have always emphasized that they must pursue truth, so except for knives and guns, the rest are played with real, according to Yang's scale, maybe there will really be deaths!"

The Latino man swallowed: "What kind of 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 a few can subvert a small country, and we can fight for the salary of 2,000 US dollars a day for you to the death!?"

Zhuo Er looked at him faintly: "However, what they show in front of the camera is real, except for the fact that they didn't use real guns, the rest are not mixed with a little water, can't this be called real?"

The Latino man muttered, "That only shows that the director's character is not reliable, and this group of people should be set as the top small mercenary group!

Just as a group of people were blowing at the bottom of the sea, a man next to him who had been silent suddenly stood up, walked to the set and picked up the extremely deformed protective board, tried the thickness and toughness of the layer of hard plastic outside, and his face changed;

Your sister, this is clearly an industrial POM (polyoxymethylene) with a thickness of more than 3CM, nicknamed "Saigang" and "Special Steel", this hardness of the material has been kicked into this ghost, if it is really kicked on yourself, then it will not be killed?

At this moment, a certain mercenary who was arranged to become the villain boss felt endless worries when he thought of the large number of fighting plots in his script......

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