Entertainment: The Path to Best Actor for Talented Actors

After the staff helped them equip themselves with bullets and headphones, they led the three into the shooting area.

Standing on the shooting platform, Zhang Ze pressed the button on the right to change the target paper, following the instructions he had just received.

Zhang Zhe was actually quite familiar with guns.

In the past two years, he has been filming war dramas, especially "My Chief and My Regiment", where he often handled real guns.

But those were all outdated guns from World War II.

He said he was a beginner just to be considerate of Zeng Lai and Xu Qing.

Touching the gun again, the heavy, metallic texture gave Zhang Ze an indescribable feeling.

That feeling was both familiar and strange.

He thought to himself, "It's probably been about six months since I last touched a gun!"

Ever since he fired a real gun in "My Chief and My Regiment", he has become completely enamored with this big toy.

What man doesn't like a gun?

However, guns are prohibited in our country. Since my commander finished filming, he has never had the chance to touch a gun again!

This time he's definitely going to fight hard and have a good time!

Zeng Li and Xu Qing were there, holding guns, still hesitating.

Zhang Ze had already closed one eye, his arm outstretched, his posture perfectly aligned with the three points on the ground.

With a "bang," the trigger was pulled, and the bullet was fired.

A strong recoil caused Zhang Ze's wrist to swing involuntarily twice.

Previously, he had only experienced rifles, and while he felt the strain on his shoulders, he hadn't really noticed it.

But this was his first time masturbating, and the recoil from the hand made his wrist feel numb.

He put down the pistol and unconsciously shook his wrist.

Take a closer look.

"Damn it, I missed!" I thought to myself.

Zhang Ze composed himself and continued following the three-point line rule, firing the entire magazine in a few quick bursts.

Upon hearing Zhang Zexian fire his gun, Zeng Lai and Xu Qing were encouraged and bravely pulled the trigger, beginning to fire in rapid succession.

The sound of a real gun is very loud; you can hear it clearly even if you're wearing earmuffs.

After emptying the magazine, Zeng Li excitedly shouted, "Quick, help me see how many bullets I fired!"

Xu Qing, standing to the side, also urged, "There's some for me too, and some for me too."

A few seconds later, the shooting results came through.

Zhang Ze missed the target twice, scored three four-ring shots, two five-ring shots, and three eight-ring shots;

Zeng Lai missed the target 4 times, with one four-ring, two five-rings, and three six-rings;

Xu Qing only got one bullseye; the rest were all misses!

Zhang Ze and Zeng Lai had both acted in war films before and had received basic gun training, so this result can only be considered average.

Unexpectedly, the only ten-ring score among the three was contributed by Xu Qing!

But what do you mean by "all the others missed the target"? That's an incredibly low hit rate!

"Wow, I hit a bullseye!"

Xu Qing cheered with a touch of smugness!

"You couldn't see any of those nine misses, could you?" Zhang Ze joked.

Xu Qing said with a self-righteous look, "After I get the target paper, I'll take a picture and post it on my WeChat Moments, saying that I hit the bullseye with just one shot! If you don't tell and I don't tell, how will other people know that I missed the target!"

Afterwards, Zhang Ze tried out rifles and submachine guns!

The results with the long spear were much better, basically stabilizing at 7 to 8 rings, and even two shots at 9 rings!

"Honey, you're so amazing!"

Zeng Lai's adoring gaze made Zhang Ze blush a little. The results weren't very good, but his wife was really giving him face!

He thought to himself, "Goodness, there's at least six parts social etiquette and three parts favoritism in that statement!"

However, it must be said that Zhang Ze's experience of carrying a gun for several months while filming "My Chief and My Regiment" provided him with great help.

It takes several months to get used to the feel of a real gun again.

Zhang Ze was very happy to be able to practice shooting with real guns and ammunition.

I took out my phone and snapped several selfies.

It was sent to the group chat for the unit number and the regimental commander.

"Holy crap, where is Zhang Ze? How come he has so many guns? Is this live-action CS?" Renao, who was filming on a movie set, couldn't help but reply when he saw the photos in the group chat.

Soon, the two groups were buzzing with activity, and dozens of messages appeared in less than five minutes.

"This must be a gun shop overseas! I experienced one in the US last year!" Li Chen replied.

Zhang Ze replied, "Brother Chen is right, the shooting club in Los Angeles."

Zhang Ze chatted with everyone in the group for a while and then logged out!

Afterwards, the staff suggested that Zhang Ze try the moving target, but Zhang Ze shook his head and refused.

After firing over two hundred rounds, his shoulder was starting to give out!

Finally, the staff praised Zhang Ze, saying that his achievement was already very good among ordinary people!

The score will definitely be better if you fire more bullets.

Just as Zhang Ze was about to take Zeng Lai and the other two women back, he suddenly received a phone call.

"Master Mak?"

Zhang Ze was a little confused. Why was he calling him?

"Hey Carl, my friend, what made you think of calling me!"

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Doubing, I told you to call me by my Chinese name, Ke Zhiling!"

"Haha, Carl, don't worry about that. I like calling you Carl. Because the name Zhiling has a special meaning for me!"

"I can't look at Lin Chiling the same way as a man with a full beard!"

"Okay, my friend, I know all the men in China like Lin Chi-ling!"

"Call me whatever you want, I'm about to break down! My friend, I saw the photos you posted on your WeChat Moments. Are you in Los Angeles right now?"

Zhang Ze answered yes, and Carl then revealed the purpose of the call: to invite him to visit his farm.

Carl said his farm is located south of Los Angeles, only two hours from the city!

Zhang Ze was somewhat surprised by Carl's invitation, but after asking Zeng Lai's opinion, he agreed.

Carl was delighted that Zhang Ze had agreed to come and visit, and quickly said, "Ze, give me an address, and I'll drive over to pick you up right away."

Zhang Ze told them which hotel they were staying at and then hung up the phone.

"Honey, I didn't expect you to have such a wide network of connections! You even have friends on this faraway American continent!" Zeng Lai joked, linking arms with Zhang Ze.

"That's right! Your husband has a wide circle of friends; he's got friends all over the world!"

"You're getting cocky now that I'm calling you fat! Tell me right now, who is this Karl?" Zeng Lai pinched Zhang Ze's tender waist and pressed him for an answer.

"You might not know him by the name Carl, but you'll definitely recognize his other name, Master Mai!"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Lai nodded in sudden realization.