I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 301 Sniper
Hollywood's filming system is now a model of industrialization, and the low EQ argument is that the system is rigid.

There are strict restrictions from investment amount to rating system, from script writing to content review, from actor hiring to shooting cycle.

Jiang Hanwen believes that he cannot meet the requirements of Hollywood.

The most practical problem is that if this script is to be shot according to Hollywood's shooting cycle, it will probably take more than half a year to complete.

Firstly, Jiang Hanwen had no plans to enter Hollywood, and secondly, he didn't want to stay here for a year or two.

"I am a kind-hearted director who cannot bear to see people suffer injustice."

Although Jiang Hanwen doesn't have much affection for Gatsby, the Wall Street capitalist, this guy, as an ultimate fighter and a super pure love warrior, is essentially much better than the old aristocrat like White who regards human life as worthless.

"Brother Hanwen, the characters in your script are exactly the same as in reality. I really doubt that the murder in the script will happen."

Ms. Kobayashi kept her head down flipping through the script. When she saw the direction of the story in the script, she couldn't help but wonder, is the book in her hand really just a script?

"It's just a script." Jiang Hanwen didn't explain much.

In fact, he originally scoffed at Gatsby's story. A rich bootlicker is still a bootlicker no matter how outstanding he is.

It was not until he arrived in New York and saw the characters in the story standing right in front of him.

It's always like this. When those paper people in the story really exist in front of you, it's hard not to invest real emotions, especially when you know the ending of the story in advance.

Once empathy is developed, those originally unreasonable behaviors will gradually become understandable. People like Gatsby may be winners in life on the surface, but in essence he is still the simple boy on a farm in rural Ohio who yearns for pure love all day long.

This has nothing to do with how much money he earns or what social status he has. Some people pursue more wealth in life. There are more and more such people, and they have occupied the mainstream of the times. But no matter what era it is, no matter how materialistic the society is, there will always be people pursuing love, even if this love is extremely bloody.

"It's impossible to make a big production, but there are some small studios here in New York. Let's just shoot this script as a short play. It's such a bloody plot. Isn't the poor boy's rise to power a template of The Return of the Dragon King? Add to that the bloody love triangle. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't imagine how popular this thing will be on Douyin."

Jiang Hanwen highly recognizes the qualities of the grassroots extras in America, and is not trying to disparage domestic extras.

In comparison, the acting level of China's top actors is almost the same as that of Hollywood's acting schools, they are basically on the same level, but the gap between the young handsome guys and Hollywood's second-tier young actors is too big. The young actors here lose weight and gain weight rapidly for filming, which is a sign of professionalism, but in China, some comedians can actually make billions by relying on weight loss documentaries, which is magical, not to mention those with weird hairstyles.

Comparing with the lower-level extras, the gap is immeasurable. Few of the Hengdian extras work hard as background boards, while the good extras regard themselves as the leading actors even if they are playing roles that the camera does not have a lens for. They have extremely high self-requirements. Many of the zombie extras in zombie movies get injured after a scene.

"Mr. Lin, please stop looking so sad. $3800 is a lot of work for our company to earn. Be happy."

Jiang Hanwen looked at Mr. Xiao Lin's slightly sad face and took the initiative to liven up the atmosphere.

There are not many things that can give Mr. Lin a headache.

"Brother Hanwen, I always feel that it's not that easy to get money from Americans."

Lin Leqing always trusts her intuition, especially in unfamiliar environments, although she doesn't know who the enemy is or where the danger comes from.

"Brother Hanwen, I have asked Liu Mingyang to contact the consulate. We will stay at the embassy tonight. The ambassador also agrees."

"Oh, I was wondering why I didn't see Liu Mingyang. You didn't even take off your makeup."

Jiang Hanwen pondered for a moment. There must be someone behind the plane alarm incident, but he didn't think anyone would take action at this moment.

Suddenly, a picture flashed through his mind. It was the gray-haired general in the manor hall.

He pushed the skinny old man. Although his face was still kind, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

The murderous intent was hidden so well that even an expert like Jiang Hanwen was almost fooled by him.

General Bolton was in his fifties, but he was already the commander of the Pacific Theater, holding a high position and power, and he had a close relationship with the old president. He should be a successor, but no one would be happy that an elder like him suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"It seems that I am in the way of others."

After Jiang Hanwen finished speaking, he looked around. There were tall buildings everywhere, and the location of the presidential suite was not safe.

"I admire General Lin's foresight. The consulate is still safe."

Jiang Hanwen readily followed the advice, and he and General Kobayashi packed their luggage, got on the embassy car and headed straight for the consulate general.

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As soon as the two got into the car, they saw two sniper teams set up on two tall buildings in the distance. These people were fully armed and well-equipped. They were obviously the elite of the army, with special tattoos of the Ranger Corps on their necks and arms.

Leading the group was a tall soldier shaped like a white bear, who was now aiming his scope at the black vehicle at the hotel entrance.

"Captain, are we too late? Or is the intelligence leaked? Why is the target out so late?"

Another sniper team watched as their target got into the vehicle. It was extremely difficult for sniper rifles to penetrate the specially made bulletproof vehicle.

"This is a one-line mission. There is no chance of intelligence leakage."

The captain frowned. Their guns were equipped with silencers, and the original plan was to kill the target without causing chaos.

Now it seems impossible.

But this mission is a must-kill one. If you accept the mission but fail to complete it, your life will be in danger.

"Switch to high-explosive armor-piercing shells. No matter if there are any casualties, you must kill the target."

The captain gave the order decisively, and the two sniper teams acted quickly and immediately took out ammunition from the equipment boxes.

Their gun is a representative anti-material sniper rifle: Barrett, with a maximum range of nearly two kilometers, and the target is now no more than eight hundred meters away.

After replacing the high-explosive armor-piercing bullets, even if the opponent's car is a bulletproof car, it cannot withstand the metal jet of the armor-piercing bullets.

After the bullet penetrates the car body, it will cause an explosion inside the car, and the target will surely die even if he is wearing a set of bulletproof equipment.

"Aim!"

"Wind speed 4.4 m/s"

"Ready to shoot!"

"Ding!!!!"

The captain's red walkie-talkie suddenly rang.

"General! The target has been locked, prepare to kill!"

“Stop!!!!”

A hoarse howl came from the microphone, and the captain also started shouting.

"Stop! Stop shooting!!"

The captain dared to swear to God that in all his years of following the general, he had never seen this deep-minded man lose his composure like this.

(End of this chapter)