Fang Feiyang groped his way forward in the metasequoia forest, smelling of alcohol.

It is obvious that weeds are growing deep in the forest, and the ground is full of potholes. There are no ready-made roads to walk on. Fortunately, there is a bright moon in the sky tonight, and the bright moonlight shines through the pagoda-like treetops in variegated patterns in the metasequoia forest, making it vaguely visible.

Light up the front.

"Why have you walked for so long and still haven't reached the highway?"

Fang Feiyang was half drunk and half awake, walking in circles in the forest, and for a while he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

Just when he was confused, waves of shouts could be faintly heard not far away.

"Oh! There is someone in front of me, the intersection must be over there."

Fang Feiyang's instinctive reaction was to continue rushing towards the place where the sound was heard. He had been wandering around in this forest for a long time. If he didn't go out quickly, he might have to spend the night here.

Walking along the weedy dirt road in the forest, Fang Feiyang walked about fifty meters in the direction of the sound.

As he walked, he saw a small piece of flat land in front of him on the right.

Under the moonlight, Fang Feiyang was sure that there were two running figures in front of him.

"Hey! I finally saw someone. I almost got lost in the woods. How embarrassing!" Fang Feiyang murmured to himself.

At this time, I heard a "whirring" sound coming from the front right.

The two people were tumbling and jumping around each other.

A tall, strong man wearing black clothes and a full body armor, holding an unknown weapon in his hand, was dancing up and down, and was waving towards another person fiercely.

The other figure was slightly inferior to the former, but was unarmed. He met him with punches and kicks, but he faced it calmly and did not lose at all.

"Eh? Making a movie?" Fang Feiyang saw this scene accidentally and was a little confused.

Why are there only two actors and no director? What about the stage management, lighting, camera, and other messy things?

The lighting doesn’t matter, maybe someone captured the scene of a fierce fight at night, but where was the camera hidden? It couldn’t have been hung on a tree.

Fang Feiyang was almost sober now, so he simply walked a few steps forward, leaned against a metasequoia tree, and watched with interest.

Getting closer, Fang Feiyang could see clearly. It turned out that the tall and strong man was holding a police telescopic baton. Every time he tried to throw it out, it made a sharp sound. When he took a closer look, the strong man was holding a police telescopic baton.

Han turned out to be a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose and big eyes. He was also carrying a small bag behind his back and a multi-functional belt around his waist, with professional tools and items bulging inside.

Fang Feiyang also took a closer look at the person on the side who was fighting with his bare hands. Unexpectedly, he was an old man in his sixties or seventies with gray hair. The old man was agile, punching each other with his fists and mouthing.

He was still shouting in a gibbering voice. After listening carefully to the content, he still spoke in English.

"It's amazing. The pronunciation is quite standard. There is no need to dub it afterwards. The dialogue is in English directly during the live recording."

Fang Feiyang spoke authentic Cockney accent to the old man, and was in awe of him. What are the so-called best actors and actresses in China now, and which international blockbusters have they starred in? When they speak monologues in English, they are like junior high school students reading textbooks, which are astringent and hard.

, I really don’t dare to be complimented.

The old man seemed to be telling the foreigner that as long as he returned something to him, he would not be in trouble. Although Fang Feiyang had lost his English for three years, he could still understand simple contents.

But the foreigner with a high nose had a fierce look on his face, and he repeatedly struck hard at the old man in front of him. The short stick in his right hand whizzed towards the old man's neck, and at the same time he took out a concealed dagger from his waist with his left hand.

He aimed at the old man's chest and stabbed it.

This is a hidden backhand, a serial killing move!

At this time, even if Fang Feiyang's IQ is low, he can see that this is not a movie, but a real life-and-death fight. How can there be such a realistic fighting shooting, and there is no interruption in the middle of the shooting. There is no strange thing in the shooting location.

A crew member.

Just as the short stick and the dagger came straight towards the vital parts of the old man's body, the old man moved his feet to dodge. He turned sideways to avoid the short stick coming towards his neck, crossed his hands to catch the dagger, and made an empty-handed man enter.

The unique skill of the white blade, a dark and shiny dagger was in the old man's hand in an instant.

The old man snorted coldly and threw the dagger into the grass aside.

Then the old man used his strength in his palms, matched his palms with the steps of his feet, and pushed out towards his shoulders with an ordinary palm technique!

"Bang!" The tall-nosed foreigner suddenly flew more than ten feet away and hit the trunk of a metasequoia tree behind him. He grunted and struggled to stand up.

After the guy stood up, his figure was a little swaying, and he cursed a few words in a low voice. What he said could not be heard clearly.

Fang Feiyang hid aside, his heart in his throat, and said to himself: "Oh my god, this old man is so powerful!"

Fang Feiyang squatted in the weeds under the tree, not daring to move, secretly paying attention to the situation on both sides.

The foreigner with the high nose suffered a big loss during the fight and seemed to be injured. He took out a square object from his backpack and fluttered it under the weak moonlight and recognized it to be a wooden box.

It seems that the stubborn gringos couldn't defeat us and chose to return the items.

Fang Feiyang naturally classified himself and the old man as good people in his heart. After all, they were all Chinese with black hair and yellow skin. The foreigner with blond hair, blue eyes and a high nose was naturally his enemy.

The old man looked at the tall-nosed foreigner coldly. When he saw that the foreigner had taken out the box, he took a step forward and said lightly in English: "give it to me... (Leave it to me...)".

Just as the foreigner slowly handed over the box with his right hand, his left hand took out a black ball from behind in an extremely concealed manner. With a flick of his left thumb, he stuffed the ball into the box.

Suddenly he threw the box in front of the old man...

The moment he cast it out, his face was filled with a ferocious smile...

"No, it's a grenade!" Fang Feiyang, who was hiding on the side of the tall-nosed foreigner, suddenly saw that the black ball that the guy took out from behind with his left hand turned out to be a grenade.

"There is a bomb, you can't pick it up..."

Fang Feiyang's courage came out of nowhere, he kicked his feet on the ground, jumped up high, and shouted loudly.

"boom..."

A loud bang like a thunderbolt sounded in the quiet woods, and with the explosion of a flame, the box that had not yet touched the ground immediately fell into pieces, sawdust and debris were scattered everywhere, and the ground shook violently. The last thing Fang Feiyang could remember was a raging heat wave.

He "blown" himself up and hit the tree trunk behind him. He fell to the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

In this sudden explosion, no one noticed that in the square wooden box, a fragment of the explosion was hidden in the shock wave. It drew a green light in the air and shot quickly into the center of Fang Feiyang's chest, embedded in it.

deep in the muscles.

What's strange is that this fragment was embedded deep in his chest, but not a drop of blood was shed. The small wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. All of this was carried out quietly under the cover of night.

, no one knows, no one sees.

The explosion came very suddenly, but fortunately, the old man quickly rolled into the grass beside him at Fang Feiyang's reminder, avoiding the damage caused by the explosion.
Chapter completed!