Entertainment: From the Octagon to the big screen

Chapter 816 - Hurry Up and Make Progress

Chen Yu jumped a few times on the spot to warm up.

Today these sets of shots need to switch back and forth between the studio and the airport.

There is also a close-up interior shot of the man sitting in the cabin.

Chen Yu picked up a sports towel and wiped his cheeks roughly, then leaned over and stared at the script on the chair, mumbling to himself.

Chen Yu will have to speak a few words in Russian in the dialogue of the scene that will be filmed later.

The content is to make fun of the Kremlin, which is an indispensable part of European and American film and television dramas.

At this moment, Frey Toy was standing on the table directing the deployment of various functional positions.

In pursuit of visual authenticity, he persuaded the producer to spend money to rent a runway at a cargo airport.

Of course, the producer had already figured out how to recover the cost with interest.

That's right, the producers plan to open the doors to the public for an afternoon, allowing fans and tourists to spend some money to get up close and personal with the actors.

Director Fred Toye could only hold his nose and accept it.

After all, he is only a director and does not serve as a producer or director. Although Nolan is also a producer, the latter is busy refining the script and has no time to take care of such trivial matters.

Chen Yu adhered to professional ethics and did not comment. Before he retired, Emanuel also regularly opened his training venue to the public and welcomed boxing fans to come in and experience the atmosphere.

Sarah Shahi and Amy Acker also believe that the move will not affect them.

It's a good opportunity to take a break since the shooting schedule in the past week has been too intense.

Fred Toye was in such a hurry simply because he wanted to say goodbye to Los Angeles as soon as possible and return to New York to shoot quietly. Right now, Hollywood is about to be overwhelmed by a large number of media and tourists.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Inside the new Bombardier GLOBAL-7500 business jet taking off from Kyiv's Boryspil International Airport, Chen Yu clapped his hands to signal all team members to look at him.

"Through Lieutenant Husseyev's introduction and my private conversations with you, I have come to fully understand that you are all excellent professional soldiers."

"But I must once again publicly and solemnly emphasize that this trip to Namibia is not for the purpose of maintaining peace."

"The characters you and I play are, in some ways, demons with green faces and fangs."

Chen Yu paused for a moment and then looked around the cabin.

"Considering the identities that everyone was once proud of, and the emotional sedimentation and calmness after a night."

"Allow those who cannot let go of their inner obsession to say goodbye to everyone when landing at Nicosia International Airport in Cyprus."

Chen Yu's sincere gaze slowly swept over everyone. This was one of the ways he led the team:

Give employees the right to quit in advance.

"We are no longer a group of hot-blooded boys. Please examine and question your own hearts carefully."

"Can you pull the trigger if the gun is pointed at a wounded person or a civilian?"

After saying this, Chen Yu bowed slightly and sat back in his comfortable chair to continue reading "Football Weekly".

Eight former outstanding fighters of the 3rd Independent Special Operations Brigade of Ukraine, including Husseyev, fell silent with different expressions.

They began to communicate with their inner selves according to Chen Yu's suggestions.

But it is undeniable that up to this moment they all think that Chen Yu is a trustworthy leader.

Director Fred Toye originally wanted to compress this scene.

Because this set of shots will make the male protagonist look like a saint.

Or it makes the audience feel that the male protagonist is a bit saintly.

It was a pity that Nolan refused to let him make any cuts and that the film had to be shot exactly according to the script. Chen Yu was very puzzled by this.

But he didn't ask any more questions and just followed the instructions.

At 8:25, the business jet landed smoothly at Nicosia International Airport in Cyprus.

No one took the luggage away in advance.

This was not the result of mutual persuasion and collusion between Husseyev and others, but a personal choice.

Chen Yu did not show any joy or excitement, but just led everyone to take a short rest.

After the ground staff completes routine maintenance on the aircraft, we will embark on the journey to Namibia.

"Sir, our adversaries in Namibia are armed forces secretly sent by Russia?"

Grishenkot, who is in charge of communications, is cheerful and talkative, and is also one of the only single people in the team.

But this guy is more Neo-Nazism.

"My friend, the Kremlin will never export armed personnel carrying the Tsar's Double Eagle Flag without an excuse."

Piatov, who was responsible for the team's heavy fire support, weighed the orange in his hand and complained.

Chen Yu took a sip of the icy freshly squeezed juice and nodded slightly to Pyatov to show his approval.

If we meet Russians on this trip, there is a high probability that they are mercenaries hired secretly by an oligarch.

But caution must still be exercised.

After all, the double buff of Americans and Ukrainians is enough to stimulate the Russians' adrenaline.

"Wow, sir, you can hide a former Soviet Union flag to sneak attack the cunning polar bear, or bring two bottles of premium vodka to lure the polar bear to surrender."

Grishenko caught the apple that Chen Yu threw at him, and smilingly hugged Bondarenko, who was responsible for providing precise strikes and battlefield control.

Not to mention that Chen Yu actually prepared three boxes of twelve bottles of Polish Belvedere vodka for this trip.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, but everyone knew a basic military rule, which was to obey orders. Chen Yu didn't want a group of Ukrainian strongmen to attract too much attention in the airport VIP lounge.

So I told them that the satellite phones they were given had enough money for them to call their families and chat.

Of course, the two Panasonic Toughbook C laptops can also allow them to video chat with family members or play online games.

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he walked to the east corner of the lounge and sat down. At 9:25, the plane took off again.

"Let's talk about what weapons and equipment you are used to. I will submit the order at Djibouti next."

"But please don't write about super killer weapons like Optimus Prime and Megatron. I don't want to argue with Hasbro over copyright issues."

Chen Yu curved the corner of his lips and patted the shoulder of Kahotorov, the team's demolition expert who was painting "Deadpool vs. Penguin", and then distributed the forms.

This scene is purely a joke that Freddy Toye deliberately added to disgust Hasbro.

Lionsgate, Netflix and Paramount Pictures have all been sued by Hasbro.

The reason is infringement of rights.

Especially after Hasbro and Disney formed a partnership at the turn of the millennium.

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Hasbro's legal department is gradually becoming more Disney-like.

The weapons everyone chose were Soviet-made equipment.

The long guns are all AKS4UB carbines equipped with PBS-1 suppressors and BS74-Tishina grenade launchers (for the demolitionist Kahotoravi).

Bondarenko, who is responsible for providing medium- and long-range precision strikes, needs an SVD and an SVU-A precision marksman rifle that is convenient for firefights in buildings;

Bondarenko’s good partner, Klitso, who always served as his eyes, listed the M-151 long-range target identification monocular and the MKVII-E laser target positioning system that might be used;
Piatov, a heavy firepower expert who jokingly calls himself "oak beer barrel", chose the PKM machine gun that he has always trusted.

Seeing this, Chen Yu did not go the other way and choose European and American firearms.

For the short guys, everyone also uniformly filled in the APS pistol.

To be honest, Chen Yu prefers Glock 17.

But considering a series of issues such as wartime maintenance, he followed the crowd.

In addition, in order to strengthen the team's fire suppression and strike intensity, Hruhansevi, who works part-time as a medical staff, suggested adding an M32-MGL grenade launcher.

After hearing this, Chen Yu immediately included it in the list since they were all treated by the CIA anyway.

"As for anti-armor weapons, do you have any good suggestions? RPG7 or disposable portable ones?"

Chen Yu tapped the form and asked everyone whose faces were filled with confusion.

Acting as a scout, Stepanenko felt that the best way to deal with a speeding armed pickup truck was to wait for it to stop.

Chen Yu touched the tip of his nose. What if the Russians found an antique tank? He didn't want to perform surgery on it at close range with a screwdriver.

"Mr. Chen is right. [Being prepared for an emergency] can greatly increase our chances of survival."

"I chose the disposable RPG22 and brought two of them, which is enough to deal with any emergency situation."

After all, the equipment of Namibian tribal thugs is usually mainly light weapons, and there is basically no heavy equipment.
Otherwise, the Namibian government forces would never have been able to maintain the defensive line on July 15.

Tankovs, who had been studying intelligence information on the way, stood up and expressed his personal opinion.

(At 12 noon (calculated according to Kiev time), Chen Yu and others landed smoothly at Djibouti Ambouli International Airport.

After meeting with Condivei, deputy chief of the CIA's Djibouti station, in the safe house inside the airport, Chen Yu handed over the carefully sorted form.

"If a Chinese American can hold a management position at a CIA overseas station, you may be a history maker."

Chen Yu took a bottle of Master Kong iced black tea and chatted with Kangdiwei in Mandarin.

The latter stated that the Eastern World Fleet has been involved in escort missions in the Gulf of Aden since 2008.

Moreover, Djibouti has always been their repair base and maintenance port.

So Langley needs a guy who seems easy to communicate with to take up the position.

"I guess you'll also come into contact with the Eastern world on this trip to Namibia."

"According to intelligence, some overseas Chinese are still stranded in the confrontation area between the Namibian government forces and tribal rioters because they are reluctant to give up their hard-earned property."

"At least three other Chinese-owned companies were besieged in the area and were waiting for help."

Condivi turned and pointed southwestward towards the hidden N3 deepwater port area of ​​Doraleh Port in Djibouti City.

The Eastern World warships anchored there have increased their combat readiness level and are ready to rush to Namibia at any time to assist in the evacuation of Chinese citizens.

"Unfortunately, due to the checks and balances between countries, our regular armed forces cannot set foot in Namibia."

"Nowadays, the overseas Chinese who are slow to run either have to wait for third-party teams like yours to fish them out, or become bargaining chips for the Namibian government or tribal rioters and wait to be traded."

Kang Diwei sighed softly and put on the attitude of a good old man and expressed his feelings to Chen Yu.

But Chen Yu was calculating the cost-effectiveness of making some quick money along the way.

According to the task assigned by the CIA, Chen Yu must first ensure the personal safety of American doctor Rachel Smith and American businessman Mr. Dottoli and his family of four.

The second is to find out who is the supporter behind the Kavango people, the most powerful among the tribal armed forces.

Or who is directing the Kavango people in an orderly fight with the Namibian government forces.

Although both Washington and Langley suspected that the Russians had intervened, they lacked substantial evidence.

"Then good luck to you."

After chatting with Chen Yu for more than ten minutes, Kangdiwei stood up and said goodbye.

He would pack up all the equipment and transport it to a CIA safe house in Windhoek, the capital of Namibia.

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