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Chapter 30 A real man should play with guns!
Although it's dangerous here.

But Zhou Le was very interested in their guns.

The system rewards firearm proficiency, but previously only specified types could be used in the shooting gallery.

It's nothing like here, it's very wild.

Zhou Le had only seen AK47 in games.

On this day, Wu Jing had just finished filming the scenes in the town and was resting in his room after sustaining some minor injuries.

Zhou Le is here.

"Is Brother Jing feeling better?"

"Much better." Wu Jing smiled. "It's just a slight strain on my thigh muscle, but it's not serious. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"About a few days?"

"About three. Why are you asking this?"

Zhou Le smiled and said, "Didn't you promise me to play with guns before?"

"Yeah, but you're not injured. You can play after we move to another venue. If you can't do that, why don't you go back to the house and play by yourself?"

Of course Zhou Le couldn't go back to the house to play.

"Brother Jing, maybe you don't know, but my massage technique is pretty good. I think massaging you can help you recover faster."

Wu Jing laughed: "Isn't that a massage? Kneading shoulders and beating legs or something like that, it won't work for me."

"It's useful. If you don't believe me, you can ask my godfather or Teacher Lu."

Wu Jing was stunned: "Teacher Lu, you too..."

"A doctor's heart is full of compassion. I was simply helping her relieve her fatigue. Look at me, I'm upright and honest. If you don't believe me, ask Sister Liu from the makeup artist team."

"What? Sister Liu, you too?"

"Oh, putting makeup on is tiring too. You have to put makeup on so many people, especially battle-damaged ones. So Sister Liu's wrists and arms were so sore the past two days, so I helped him with that."

As he spoke, Zhou Le began to massage Wu Jing's legs.

Sure enough, Wu Jing felt that Zhou Le's approach was different.

I thought to myself, "It seems to be having some effect."

Finally sighed.

"Oh, okay, I'll make some arrangements for you. The weather is nice today, so let's go out of town and have some fun."

He then made a few phone calls, got dressed, and walked downstairs on crutches.

Followed by several "bodyguards".

We rode in a bulletproof car all the way out of the city.

Opening the trunk, there were five or six models of rifles, submachine guns, and pistols.

Zhou Le's eyes became hot when he saw this.

Although I knew how to fight, I still listened patiently.

Zhou Le had a great time playing in the wild that day and even broke several small trees.

"You're really good! Your resume is no exaggeration. I thought you were only good at theoretical knowledge, but I didn't expect you to be good at practical combat as well. With such accuracy, you're a master in the army."

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Jing." As he spoke, Zhou Le suddenly thrust his pistol forward and loaded it with one hand on the spot.

Wu Jing's eyes widened when he saw this.

"Wait a minute, what was that?"

Zhou Le looked at the pistol: "Load it."

"No, you loaded it with one hand?"

"Yeah, I just played with it for a while and realized this gun is old and the recoil spring is soft. So if you have enough strength, you can just use inertia to fire it one-handed. But if it's a new gun, you have to modify it. In fact, most of the fancy reloads I've seen in many movies before have a prerequisite, which is that the gun must be old or the recoil spring must be soft."

"That's so cool! I'll learn it and put it in the script later."

"Brother Jing, you really need to do something. I remember Leng Feng was criticized for his heel loading before, and now he's using inertia loading again. Isn't he going to be blown away?"

"I don't care about them. They're just a bunch of idlers. And even if someone says something bad about them, can't you just come out and help me demonstrate? Then I can give them a good slap in the face."

Zhou Le had a great time playing outdoors that day.

When Zhou Le returned, he felt a little unsatisfied.

"Brother Jing, when will you take me to ride in a tank? I've never ridden in one before." Wu Jing held his legs and looked at Zhou Le helplessly: "Tanks are not exciting. I'll take you to ride in a fighter jet later."

Zhou Le's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"That's fake. What are you thinking? How can I arrange that for you?" Wu Jing changed the subject and said, "But it's not impossible if you want to sit down. When the army invites you to visit or give a speech, you can ask."

"Brother Jing, please be sure to take me with you!"

"That's fine. You're the only young male actor in the lead role, and you're so good with guns. You're trending on the internet every day, and you're also handsome. I'm counting on you for promotion in the future. Who else should I bring along if not you?"

"Brother Jing, does our dad still need a son?" Zhou Le asked again.

"Go away. I already have three sons. That's enough."

Zhou Le had no choice but to give up.

However, he knew that Wu Jing's father had been a martial arts coach, so he was able to send Wu Jing to the Shichahai Martial Arts School when he was a child, and even later he became a disciple of Wu Bin and became a fellow apprentice with Li Lianjie.

On the way back they talked about guns again.

"Le'er, have you ever heard of the Mozambique shooting method?"

"I've heard of it. It's a total of four shots. One shot to the crotch to instantly stop the person from moving. The second shot to the crotch to cause the person to die from pain and blood loss. The third shot to the crotch to prevent him from feigning death. The fourth shot to the crotch to kill him and his descendants!"

Wu Jing: “???”

"Are you right?"

"Hahaha, just kidding. Two bullets to the chest and one to the head. Even the King of Hell would be worried. Hua Tuo would just shake his head when he saw it."

Go back inside.

Zhou Le did not go back immediately, but gave Wu Jing another massage.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the director would actually use it." Zhou Le sighed in his heart.

Otherwise, according to Zhou Le's principle, except for his godfather Yu Qian, massage would only be given to the opposite sex, otherwise it would feel too weird.

But Wu Jing gave people a very good impression, but more importantly, Zhou Le still wanted to ride a tank.

"But there are really a lot of black people here. Although we know we are safe, I always feel a little scared every time I see those people in groups." Zhou Le sighed.

"Of course not. We're on someone else's territory. Even if we have diplomatic relations, some people are still wild and unruly. There's nothing we can do about it."

Wu Jing had a deep understanding of this. "But I'm still a little curious. Why are they so dark? Is it because it's too hot here and they get sunburned? But Guangzhou is also very hot, even hotter than some places in Africa, and I don't see those girls that dark."

Zhou Le shook his head: "I don't know about this, but Brother Jing, do you know why their palms are not black?"

Wu Jing shook his head: "I don't know."

"Because when God painted them, his palm was on the hood of a police car."

"Hahaha, you're such a mean guy, but it's okay to tell me this, but don't tell anyone else about it, or I can't guarantee you won't end up dead on the street tomorrow."

Zhou Le waved his hand: "Of course, we are one family, but from a certain perspective, if people really knew, I would no longer have any haters."

"Hahaha, but to be honest, I know some black people will try to get vitiligo, and in the later stages their whole body will turn white." Wu Jing also talked about someone he knew.

But whether it was Zhou Le or Wu Jing, they both understood during their time on the crew that there are kind people no matter what color they are.

Finally, three days later.

Since the town scenes were finished, they had to move to the outdoors to shoot the factory scenes.

But Yu Qian had nothing to do when he returned, so he just followed along to take a look.

On the way, Yu Qian talked about recruiting crosstalk apprentices.

"Back then, we would work for our master for free for a few years before we became his apprentice and started earning money."

Zhou Le was curious: "Is it the same now?"

"It's much better now. After all, back then, just remember that incident. Everyone's treatment has improved a lot since then."

Zhou Le naturally knew about the incident of taking back the word "Yun".

But it’s not a good idea to ask too many questions like this.

So Zhou Le changed his approach: "If the master can't make any money, will he let his apprentices do things like deliver food or drive for Didi to supplement the family income? That way, with three or four apprentices, they can earn at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a month."

"Hiss—your question is quite tricky." Yu Qian hadn't thought about it in that way at all. "But if you do that, you'll get beaten, right?"

Zhou Le then asked, "In that case, wouldn't we be able to lose another hundred thousand? Wouldn't that be more profitable?"

Yu Qian: "Ah? Is this a human? I've never heard of him!"

(End of this chapter)