Half a month later, in Afghanistan's Nangarhar Province, a small desert with relatively gentle terrain.

Behind the hill there is a small village composed of more than a dozen earthen houses;

About a mile from the village, a crew of hundreds of people lined up with rows of tents along the small hills on the edge of the desert, and a few water tankers and other chaotic cars were quietly parked there, and at first glance, they thought that there was an army stationed here.

In a tent, Yang Zhu looked at the man and woman beside him a little speechlessly, as well as the security personnel who were mixed in the crew and staff, as many as dozens of people, and touched his nose:

"Now that we've arrived safely at the filming location, my ancestors, can you not have to follow so closely for 24 hours?"

The man in casual clothes smiled, and then kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel as if he hadn't heard, complaining about the heat;

Seeing that Yang Zhu's face was gradually becoming a little uneasy, the woman named Li Lan finally spoke:

"Mr. Yang, after all, this is abroad, and you know the current situation in Afghanistan,"

"Although it is not a major military conflict zone, there are not many local armed forces. ”

Speaking of this, Li Lan, who pointed out the key points, stopped, and the rest were not even willing to say a word.

At this time, the man named Liu Jiong finally spoke, and said in a slightly ridiculous tone:

"Yes, Bureau Zhao specially instructed our team to protect your life, not even a single hair is allowed to fall, how dare we go?"

"Besides, Li Lan is a flower in our bureau, how many people want to go on a mission with her but can't get it, and now that people are protecting you 24 hours a day, are you willing to let her go?"

Yang Zhu looked at Li Lan, who had a rather beautiful face, and pouted disapprovingly, what kind of beauty is there in the entertainment industry, and it is really not uncommon for him to have such a proud and boundless woman around him.

Besides, although this level of protection highlights its own importance, it is not a good experience for the parties.

Along the way, his food, clothing, housing and transportation will be checked by Li Lan in advance, and someone will follow him wherever he goes, even if he goes to the toilet, Liu Jiong will not leave an inch, even when he is large, he needs to open the door, completely ignoring the smoke of ammonia.

Yang Zhu, who has always been lazy, can stand this, but no matter what he says, these security personnel who have fallen in three shifts just ignore it, and they don't even leave the most basic privacy.

If it's you, even when you're taking a shower, there's a man staring at you fixedly, don't you feel hairy?

So, some collapsed Yang officials took out the phone to reflect the situation to the above, asking not to make it so exaggerated, but the above just played haha and reassured Wen Yan, but he ignored his request, just talked about the shooting gall, confirmed the safety, and naturally temporarily adjusted the security level according to the actual situation.

Unexpectedly, there were thrilling all the way to the filming location, these little ancestors still followed them so "intimately", and Yang Daguan, who was on the verge of collapse, had to accept his fate and constantly comfort himself: "Tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better!"

Then he collapsed on the marching bed, and did not care about the heat, so he put a blanket over his head and forced himself to sleep;

And Li Lan and Liu Jiong glanced at each other, the man jumped out of the tent and scattered around like no one else, while the woman sat straight on the pony with an expressionless face, just staring at Yang Zhu who was lying down, not moving, only the eyelashes that blinked from time to time made people see that this girl was a living person......

..................

The next day, after a simple start-up ceremony, the crew hurriedly made preparations;

After an hour, the assistant director and prop master in charge of props in the crew teamed up to find Yang Zhu, and said with some indignation: "Director Yang, what are those people doing, what do they mean?"

Yang Zhu looked in the direction pointed by the assistant director, and saw several security personnel carefully checking every prop gun and knife, and even the props and ammunition were carefully checked in their hands one by one.

Yang Zhu naturally knew why the two of them were angry, under normal circumstances, this kind of behavior was simply a blatant doubt about their professionalism and professional ethics, there was nothing more slap in the face than this.

But......

From the above, it seems that this is an "extraordinary time"!

Yang Zhu shrugged helplessly, then turned his head to look at the female puppet beside him, and didn't say a word.

Li Lan had no choice but to speak:

"In 1993, Bruce Lee's son Li Guohao was hit in the abdomen by a real bullet fired from a prop gun on the set, and died after rescue efforts failed;"

"In April 2008, Guo Yan, the leader of the fireworks team in "My Regiment Commander, My Regiment", accidentally detonated the buried explosives when he was doing an on-site inspection, and was penetrated by shrapnel in the chest and died;

Also in April 2008, while filming in Lake Garda, the actor driving an Aston Martin lost control and crashed into a roadside parapet, seriously injuring his head, and it is not ruled out that the vehicle had a mechanical accident. ”

After speaking, Li Lan closed her mouth again and stopped talking.

When the assistant director and prop master heard this, they were choked speechless, and their peers in the past few days also made them faintly feel the origin of this group of people.

Thinking that if they still expressed their dissatisfaction or did not cooperate, they might be deducted from their hats, and cold sweat broke out faintly on their foreheads, and they suddenly didn't dare to speak......

After tossing for more than an hour, all the props were checked, and seeing Liu Jiong coming over and nodding, Yang Zhu picked up the megaphone:

"Lone Wolf Scene 1, Shot 1, ACTION!"

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Behind a few small hills, in a small village of a dozen square mud houses, three or four armed men with AK74s are vigilantly sentry, while behind them is a group of villagers who are also carrying weapons, happily unloading boxes of food and supplies from the mule team, and then carrying their freshly woven carpet and a small bag from the house to the mule team merchant;

The mule merchant poured out a dozen lapis lazuli and sapphires in the small bag, frowned a little dissatisfied, but finally shrugged his shoulders, bowed down and pressed his chest with his right hand, nodded, and said, "Anji Galigon."

The camera zooms out to an empty desert full of stones and scattered weeds;

Suddenly, right under my nose, the shape of a small piece of ground changed, and a gun barrel stretched out,

The camera zoomed in, and then I saw that this was a sniper hiding there with oil makeup on his face and a gilly suit.

The slightly thin sniper looked at the people in the village from the scope covered with a thin net, and then pressed his ears: "Sir, 3 AK74 at 13 o'clock, 2 AK107 at 11 o'clock, no snipers and heavy weapons found, OVER!"

As soon as the camera turned, behind a slightly larger stone, a mercenary with the temperament and silhouette of the Iron Cross was holding a monocular with the same fine net to observe carefully:

"Man Bear, our mission this time is to destroy this village where the anti-government organization is entrenched, but those mule teams are not part of the mission,"

"However, the Afghans are very united when dealing with outsiders, and those mule teams also have weapons, and I am afraid that they will hear the movement and come back to support,"

"So, I need you to machine gun the mule team when they return to make a press belt that won't let them join the village, can you do that?"

"Remember, only suppression, without my orders, you can't hurt that mule team!"

As soon as the camera turned, Ivanov, who was lying on a few stones, was holding an M60, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were a little manic, and he said impatiently: "Got it, sir, I will show you what is called the art of suppression!"

Then, Ivanov complained to the headphones very unhappily: "Damn, why did I think of joining this son of a bitch's [Lone Wolf Mercenary Group]!?"

"There is only a [PSC] license (private security company), and the number of people is pitiful,"

"And there is such a commander, this is not allowed, that is not allowed;"

"You just take us to merge with the [Holy Cross Mercenary Group], they like you the most!"

The camera cut, and the rest of the mercenaries reacted differently, and two of them even laughed.

But Sir still stared at the village with a telescope with a serious face, and said lightly, "We are wolves, not hyenas!"

"If I could, I wouldn't even want to be a wolf!"

When Ivanov heard this, the corners of his mouth picked up disapprovingly, revealing a very ironic smile, and his eyes looked sideways at the village, but they were full of bloodthirsty desire, and then he couldn't help but lick his lips lightly with his tongue......

“CUT！”

Yang Zhu frowned, summoned a few actors over, and after they gathered, Yang Zhu first swept their company and said in a deep voice:

"I'm very unhappy with your performance, you guys are a mess of garbage!"

As a mercenary, Ivanov didn't care about Yang Zhu's fragrant mouth, after all, it was ten thousand times worse than this, and they hung up on it every day, but said innocently:

"Yang, we are not actors in the first place, you can't blame us for not acting well!"

Yang Zhu smiled maliciously, then kicked over suddenly, kicked the unprepared Ivanov half a meter away, and then said to the other mercenaries with a wary face:

"So, as a real mercenary, you can't even play the tension on the battlefield?"

"Look at your expressions just now, I don't know, I thought you were playing live CS!"

Sir looked at Ivanov, who was holding his stomach and rubbing it a few times, and then stood up without any, knowing that Yang Zhu's subordinates were merciful and didn't make a heavy hand at all, the anger in his heart disappeared a lot, and he defended:

"But this isn't a real battlefield, we really can't get nervous!"

Yang Zhu showed Bai Sensen's teeth and smiled brightly:

"So ......"

"I've got a good way to get you nervous,"

"It's not as effective as the real battlefield, but it's enough!"

Sir had a bad premonition out of instinct, and was about to ask what the solution was.

But suddenly there was a flower in front of him, his body rose into the air, and then he felt a piercing pain from his ribs and forearm;

"Oh shit, play really! I think I've got a broken bone!"

Jazz, whose brain was a little blank, saw Yang Zhu, who was smiling a little hideously, leaned sideways, and then kicked towards another mercenary with a lightning kick......

............

After more than ten minutes, Yang Zhu watched the seven mercenaries fall to the ground, rolling around in a cold sweat on their faces, and let out low moans from time to time from their mouths, clenching their teeth;

Only then did he nod with satisfaction, patted the dust on his body, and rubbed the parts that hurt to death after being accidentally hit just now, and beckoned: "Medic, come and deal with them and restore their bones!"

"Remember, don't wipe their faces and sweat, and don't give them anesthesia, just straighten their bones!"

Then he said cordially to the group of mercenaries:

"Immediately after the bone position, press the wound, look in the mirror, and remember the expression at that moment;"

"Then get back to me right away and retake the footage;"

"If you still haven't passed the test by then......"

"Hey, you know!"

When several mercenaries heard this, their faces turned a little red, and they stared at Yang Zhu angrily, the expression mixed with fear, unwillingness, anger and murderous aura made Yang Zhu snap his fingers with satisfaction,

The assistant director, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately took a photo with a Polaroid and handed it over.

Yang Zhu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Take a good look at this photo, you will use it in the future!"

After speaking, he waved his hand again, and a group of medical staff with complicated expressions rushed over and straightened their bones on the spot.

Liu Jiong and Li Lan, who were originally ready to protect each other, swept away the mercenaries who were smoking cold air and sweating, and looked at Yang Zhu with some shock:

They never expected that what they wanted to protect would be such a master, just based on the performance just now, unless they used guns or poisoned and other means, they didn't need to protect themselves at all?

Liu Jiong swallowed his saliva: "Didn't you say that in the first scene of the opening scene, you often have to choose the easiest shot to shoot, so as to get a good luck?"

Yang Zhu nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, this is the least difficult scene in the whole movie!"

Liu Jiong was choked, these seven people were beaten to fractures, and it turned out to be the simplest shot!?

What about the harder shots?

Do you have to break your arms and legs?

Just as Liu Jiong was in deep self-doubt, Li Lan suddenly spoke:

"So, that's why you insisted on having more than a dozen paramedics and a medical vehicle in the first place?"

Although Yang Zhu didn't want to pay much attention to this woman, he didn't want to make the relationship between the two sides too stiff, so he nodded: "Yes, if you want these things, in addition to preventing accidents, for these actors, going to medical treatment will also be their standing project in the future!"

Hearing Yang Zhu's meaning outside the painting, Li Lan's body couldn't help but tremble, with this meaning, this group of mercenaries basically has to be beaten every day, in order to ...... "stay in shape"?

At this moment, Li Lan, who has never paid much attention to the entertainment industry, suddenly felt that

It seems that being an actor is a very risky profession......