Entertainment: From the Octagon to the big screen

Chapter 818 - Busy Editing (Part )

Chen Yu left the crew of "Person of Interest Season 6" and went to Los Angeles.

Director Fred Toy and screenwriter Christopher Nolan were not lucky enough to enjoy their free time. They had to seize every opportunity to review materials and edit the film with the production team.

Director Fred Toy made a cup of instant coffee to wake up the sleepy Nolan, and told him cruelly: You won’t sleep tonight, get up and fight!
I will go over it again later, regarding the various brutal behaviors of the character played by Chen Yu before he turned over a new leaf.

In fact, these scenes should have been shot in Myanmar, Thailand and Cambodia.

However, considering the public security issues in the three countries mentioned above, Lionsgate did not agree to the crew to shoot on location.

Therefore, the production team had to check the relevant shots frame by frame repeatedly to see if there were any hidden bloopers.

After all, many European and American audiences are detail freaks like Leeuwenhoek, and Frei Toy and Nolan want to avoid being picked on by these guys as much as possible.

"Boss, I think your intelligence is wrong. There are more than 41 militants in the camp."

Halfway up Mount Donanpeng, C151, holding an M5 long-range target identification monocular, rubbed against Chen Yu's side and snatched the remaining one-third of the snake fruit from his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu turned over and crawled ten meters away to use the M-25 electronically stabilized telescope to spy on the exquisite small village located in the southwest of the valley.

"Where did these kids come from? Is the school organizing a spring outing?"

Chen Yu grumbled disdainfully, but when he saw the fifteen kids fiddling with the AKS-74 in their sophisticated poses, he immediately apologized for the contemptuous words he had just said.

"Backhand loading, either a gangster or a soldier."

Chen Yu smacked his lips and immediately ordered the special team to start the raid. Anyone carrying a weapon in the small village or considered a threat, regardless of gender, age or status, should be killed immediately.

Although the rookie field officer from Yangon Station did not raise any objections, Chen Yu still caught his hesitant look.

"When you aim at a target, you can't have any soft-hearted emotions, otherwise you will hurt others and yourself."

Chen Yu slowly retreated to the temporary station and handed the rookie field worker a Snickers bar, saying that if he couldn't accept it, he could stay here and take a look at the surrounding scenery.

In fact, the fact that the Yangon station sent this guy to participate in such a secret operation shows how much the CIA values ​​him.

At the same time, it was also a secret entrustment of Chen Yu to conduct an in-depth investigation and practical evaluation.

If the rookie field worker dares to give up some principles and bottom lines, then he will most likely have a bright future; otherwise, he will die in Yangon.

The rookie field officer did not immediately respond to Chen Yu's suggestion. Instead, he borrowed C5's M151 long-range target identification monocular telescope, carefully crawled to the observation point, and personally looked at the children in the small village who were giggling and fiddling with guns, sorting ammunition, drinking and playing cards.

十分钟后，菜鸟外勤将M4A1退膛、上缴M-67预制破片防御性手雷和M-84震撼弹等等零碎，只留一把M9A1 Beretta手枪作为自卫性武器。

Chen Yu and the special team members around him did not persuade, seduce, or ridicule as they did in movies and TV dramas. They just stepped forward one by one and silently patted the rookie field worker on the shoulder to show that they respected his personal choice.

Not everyone can cross their psychological bottom line and moral integrity to become a professional "cold-blooded butcher" like Chen Yu and the special team members.

The rookie field worker realized his shortcomings and voluntarily withdrew before the raid, for which everyone was very grateful to him.

After all, this will most likely avoid accidents or tragic incidents.

"Oh my god, you don't need to be sorry or even upset about this."

Chen Yu's teasing and the friendliness of the surrounding teammates made the rookie field officer feel at ease.

Time slowly passed until 1:25 pm.

The C6 in charge of communications hid in a hidden place to debug the PRC155 individual backpack radio and inquired about the latest preparations of the two A-5C attack aircraft at the Lelling Air Force Base.

The command center said that all work has been completed and the flight will arrive at the target airspace by 2 pm.

After ending the call with a dirty joke, C7 asked Chen Yu whether he would move to the raid launch location.

"Don't worry, wait until the Myanmar Air Force finishes its work before we act. I'm worried that they might accidentally fire rockets into the [safe zone]."

Chen Yu glanced at the electronic map.

The rookie field officer, who had basically adjusted his mentality at this moment and was helping the special team members to put on the Interceptor bulletproof vests and insert the ESAPI-B1 type protective plates, turned his head with a confused look on his face and asked Chen Yu, who was studying the electronic map, why the Myanmar Air Force did not choose guided bombs for precision strikes.

"Man, unguided rockets are even scarier!" C2 sighed, shaking his head as he emerged from his sleeping bag.

"Damn it, why haven't the two secret guards at Duofutao Peak across the way woke up yet?"

C5, who was crawling at the observation point, couldn't help but want to complain.

This black workshop, which is only 2 kilometers away from the Lelin Air Force Outpost, has been lulled by a false sense of security for too long. C washed his face and found a red apple.

The Myanmar Defense Forces not only accept money from the CIA to protect licensed businesses, but also accept gifts from a number of "black workshops" and turn a blind eye to their planting, processing and selling of high-value-added crops.

But as soon as the CIA put pressure on the Myanmar Defense Forces, they immediately picked out a few troublesome black workshops and cleared them out.

Therefore, there is no possibility of expecting the Myanmar Defense Forces to tip off the black workshop under Chen Yu's feet.

According to information obtained by Chen Yu, the Myanmar Defense Forces are even preparing to join hands with the CIA to auction the land.

"So the business capabilities of your Yangon station are so poor that you can't even get this information."

Chen Yu threw the remaining half of beef jerky to the rookie field worker.

"Calling [Snake Fruit], [Swift] will arrive in ten minutes, please evacuate to the safe area immediately, repeat..."

Chen Yu and the special team members heard a message from the A-5C attack aircraft leader pilot in their Soldier Intercom Headsets. Chen Yu loaded his M4A1 and replied with a steady "Got it."

Then they divided into two teams with C4 and quietly moved towards the assault starting points on the north and south sides of the foot of the mountain.

Of course, they all paused fifty meters away from the launch point of the raid and waited for the Burmese Air Force to launch the attack first.

C5 and C2 also moved into the preset sniper position No. .

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, a sudden rain of bullets broke the joyful atmosphere in the village.

The originally exquisite and neat green bamboo houses on the south side were torn to pieces by the explosion;
On the north side, an old man and a young girl who were washing clothes and playing in the water by the stream were instantly dismembered by the flying debris;

The flat little square on the west side became bumpy in less than three seconds;
Of the three Toyota pickup trucks equipped with PKMB machine guns stationed on the east avenue, only one escaped into the jungle; the other two were hit by the A-5C's machine guns.

After a polite greeting, Myanmar Air Force Commander Chen Yu immediately ordered a special team to move in.

Even though the village had just been bombarded by bullets, some people still took up guns to resist.

C8 set up a Mk48Mod0 machine gun at a place with good visibility at the tree line to suppress the firepower in the ruined stone house in front of Chen Yu's group. At the same time, Chen Yu, who was hiding at the bottom of the slope, threw out an M-18 smoke bomb. With C3 and other teammates covering the flank, he quickly went around to the north of the stone house and threw in an M-67 to use the fragments of the defensive grenade to kill the stubborn militants. Chen Yu used the M-67 here because he didn't want to break in, otherwise he should have switched to an offensive one.

The attacking teams on the east and south sides reported their respective situations calmly and orderly.

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C2 and C5, who were in charge of sniping and controlling the situation, also used their vision advantage to remind the two teams of possible dangers.

Chen Yu moved the gun to his left hand and guarded the left side of the bamboo house to reduce the exposed area of ​​his torso.

C3 passed by him and tapped his shoulder to signal Chen Yu that he could continue moving.

At the corner, Chen Yu used the standard "low posture and quick observation" tactical action to confirm that the flank position was safe, and then he and C3 covered C7 and other team members to pass.

Chen Yu bowed slightly and walked slowly in front, while C3 and others pointed their guns at the angles they were responsible for defending.

The tactical advancement formation was in good order and the muzzles of all team members' guns were never swaying or shaking randomly.

Suddenly, an old woman and her granddaughter staggered out from the charred bamboo house that had half collapsed.

"Puff puff" six gunshots were heard and Chen Yu and others reacted quickly and shot him to death.

Seeing Chen Yu even firing again through the M-25 electronically stabilized telescope, the rookie field officer finally understood why the higher-ups in the Langley headquarters admired him so much and were even willing to "clean up for him."

There are many people who are more capable than Chen Yu in SEAL Team Six, Delta and the Air Force's 24th Special Tactics Squadron, but their psychological bottom line and moral red line are much higher than the former. On the contrary, those who are cold-blooded enough are far inferior to Chen Yu, and most importantly, the CIA cannot trust them.

The woman whose legs were blown off at the knees was shot dead by a C4 as soon as she stretched out her left hand with a groan, and her right hand, which was holding the V-40 defensive grenade behind her back, suddenly loosened.

"Don't be careless." Chen Yu ran over with a gun in hand and helped C9, who had rolled to the bottom of the slope, up under the cover of C4.

"All corpses, whether incomplete or not, must be re-shot or blown up again with grenades. The bosses require that no one be left alive as a punishment [benchmark], so our service must be carried out to the fullest."

Chen Yu raised his gun and killed a buffalo with intestines pierced through its belly and mooing softly.

The old man with dull eyes and ragged clothes knelt in front of the shabby bamboo house with his mutilated grandson in his arms, looking at Chen Yu with a look of relief.

Then with a crisp sound, the brain burst.

The rookie field worker's hands were shaking as he held the M25 electronically stabilized telescope.

It's not because of fear but because of confusion in my heart.

After all, all of this is planned, organized and implemented by the CIA, which he swore to serve.

Chen Yu ordered C5 and C2, who were in charge of controlling the situation, to move to a sniper position that could monitor the only east-west road in the valley.

And let the rookie field worker take C8's backpack to the village.

"Remember to avoid the small bodhi tree forest on the west side of the foot of the mountain."

Chen Yu gave an instruction.

"If you want to vomit, go to the well next to C7, but don't go to the creek on the north side or you will have nightmares for days."

Chen Yu took off his OAKLEY tactical gloves and took out a piece of Mentos watermelon-flavored chewing gum and threw it to the rookie field officer.

To be honest, even Chen Yu felt sick and uncomfortable seeing all kinds of spare parts scattered along the creek on the north side.

The rookie field worker knelt beside the well and vomited madly.

C7 was chewing beef jerky while looking around vigilantly.

But the rich barbecue smell in the valley and the sight of C7 eating beef jerky stimulated the rookie field worker's stomach to contract and twitch continuously.

He was about to take off his MPLS helmet and pour water on his head when he was stopped by C4, who was dragging a dead body into the well to pollute the water source.

"Never remove any piece of protective gear from your body in a firefight zone!"

After saying that, C4 also threw a piece of chewing gum to the rookie field worker - Qingzhi Sunshine Orange (sugar-free).

[…When they treat friends, I think they have treated me as a friend, always very considerate and patient. I don’t know and can’t figure out whether his mind has long been split into: a cold-blooded butcher and a boy next door…]

The rookie field officer sat under the shade of a banana tree, writing something while watching Chen Yu and others shoot the corpses and place explosives, but the smell of barbecue that always wafted into his nostrils still made the rookie field officer, who was chewing mixed gum, feel nauseous.

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