In the desolate desert shrouded by the Milky Way, Wei Ran, who was hiding in the car, hung up the call from Teacher Dalia. After a moment of silence, he opened the car door.
"What's wrong?" Ji Ma, who had been waiting outside the door, asked immediately.
"Nothing, Teacher Dalia's phone number."
Wei Ran jumped out of the car as he spoke and asked in a relaxed tone, "How have you been these days?"
"This place is much more interesting than taking classes at the forest farm."
Jima happily introduced, "We actually just arrived here the day before yesterday, and it wasn't until today that we were familiar with all the shooting locations and scene change processes."
"So the filming hasn't officially started yet?" Wei Ran asked in surprise. He said that he was nearly a week late, and he thought the filming was almost done.
"Making a movie is not as easy as you think."
Ji Ma looked like someone who had been there before. As he spoke, he took out a camping lantern from the off-road vehicle that already belonged to him and carried it in his hand. He led him to an khaki canvas tent not far away and said
, "Actually, we have been waiting for some key shooting props these days."
"What key props?" Wei Ran asked puzzledly.
"Teachers Culp and Anna plan to shoot with live ammunition," Jima said matter-of-factly.
"Live ammunition?" Wei Ran stopped, "Are you crazy? How do you shoot with live ammunition?"
“Just a few of the shots.”
Ji Ma signaled Wei Ran to get into the tent, then took out a bottle of strong liquor from his arms and poured two glasses. Then he clapped his fingers and said, "Let me think about it, there seem to be only a few shots in total. The first one is Germany."
Reporter Pell used a Breda 35 cannon to destroy a British reconnaissance vehicle and capture Harry. The second shot was using the cannon as a beacon to guide the way. The third shot was using it to dig a well."
"So the cold food container contains live ammunition for filming?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the cold food container truck looming outside the tent door.
"If nothing else happens, it should be fine."
Ji Ma raised his cup and drank it all. He lit the kerosene heater next to him and said, "I heard that the live ammunition was smuggled in. It seems that I also bought some self-defense weapons."
"In trouble?"
"We did encounter trouble, but it wasn't a big trouble."
Jimahun explained nonchalantly, "The night we came here, we unexpectedly encountered a group of robbers who specifically targeted tourists. They were planning to rob our truck, and seemed to be planning to kidnap a few people to ask for ransom or something. This incident
It’s been making us laugh for days, can you imagine? A group of camels were about to hijack a group of people driving a truck, and their only weapons were a few pistols.”
"Robbing you?"
Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma with a strange expression, and then laughed like a pig. Instead of robbing these people, the success rate of robbing the local police might be higher. This is no longer a slap in the face.
Okay, this is considered kicking a little boy or a fat man.
Jima spread his hands and gloated, "Except for the rearview mirror of the car driven by Saleh being smashed by a bullet, there was no damage."
Wei Ran grinned, "No wonder he stuffed a submachine gun into me just after we met."
"I was also assigned an Uzi submachine gun."
Dima pointed in the direction of his tent, "At noon today, Soliman... You must know Soliman, right? He is Saleh's son. He distributed it to me. According to him, it came from Israel."
Where are the high-end goods smuggled in from the border."
"What is the identity of Saleh?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Not sure"
Jima spread his hands, "But he was the one who came to pick us up at the airport. He seemed to be very familiar with Mr. Culp, but it seemed like the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time."
"lets change a topic"
Wei Ran picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then asked with interest, "Is there anything else interesting?"
"It's true." After Jima said this, he took out his mobile phone, tapped the screen and typed out a line in Russian and handed it to Wei Ran.
Taking the phone, Wei Ran glanced at the screen and saw that it read clearly, "Edward, a British guy, once tried to install a monitoring program on Teacher Anna's laptop under the pretext of borrowing a computer to handle work, but he was discovered."
"It's true that a dog has changed and doesn't eat shit!"
Wei Ran frowned and deleted the text on the screen, returned the phone to Jima and asked, "When did this happen? How was it dealt with?"
"yesterday evening"
After Jima whispered, he typed out a line of Russian on his phone again, "The simplest and most effective way to deal with it is to remove the network cards from all computers. In addition, even those self-defense weapons we bought by the way, I
I guess the main reason is to be wary of what the British guy might do."
"It seems that we need to inform Katianka immediately..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then changed the subject and asked, "Is there anything else interesting?"
“There are so many interesting things.”
Jima had already finished his fourth glass of wine while he was talking. He stood up and said, "Have a good rest, my friend. I promise you will like it here tomorrow."
After seeing Ji Ma off, Wei Ran closed the curtain of the tent, turned around and took out the satellite phone from his pocket, then hid in his sleeping bag and took out the authenticator from the food box, and then sent an email to Katianka who was on vacation,
Remind her to stop broadcasting false content to the surveillance program Edward left behind.
Using the cover of his sleeping bag to put away the authenticator, when Wei Ran looked up, he happened to see some people carrying things from the fresh food container truck outside the screen window.
After hesitating for a moment, before he could check the tent's sanitation, he simply took out the telescope from the metal book under the cover of his suitcase, then turned off the lights in the tent, hid behind the screen window and looked in the direction of the cold food container.
Although the light was relatively dim, fortunately the distance between the two was less than 50 meters. Coupled with the dim yellow light that came with the cold food container, he was able to see what was inside as he wished.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In addition to the vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs, milk, and various quick-frozen seafood that were transported in the first place, what was transported next
, but they are crates one by one.
Under his prying eyes, Saleh made some identifications and then asked people around him to move two of the crates to a container carried by a truck not far away and lock them, while he held a crowbar and moved the crates
The remaining containers were opened one by one.
"What the hell is this a self-defense weapon?"
Wei Ran's eyes widened. What the old men or young people in line took out from the crates were basically AK rifles and matching ammunition bags, mixed with a few SVDs and an equal number of rocket launchers.
!
Not to mention this, Saleh even picked up two PKM machine guns with bipods and several boxes of ammunition from the largest crate!
Putting down the telescope, Wei Ran glanced pitifully at the other screen window facing the center of the camp, secretly wondering if Edward, who was not short of money but liked to voyeur, would regret it if he saw the scene just now.
All the USB flash drives used to infest maggots were eaten into the stomach.
Finally, he glanced at the old men who were blatantly carrying weapons while busy putting the ingredients back into the cold storage containers. Wei Ran finally untied the thick curtains that were rolled up to block the chill coming from the screen window, and at the same time
It also blocked my own curiosity.
Turning on the camping light on the folding table again, Wei Ran carefully inspected the tent before lying down on the folding bed.
Although the space inside this canvas tent is not too large, it is extremely comfortable. Not only is there a thick Arabic carpet under the feet, but there is also a kerosene heating stove that seems to be produced by Little Devil.
Don’t think that this heating stove is used as a decoration. Although it is July now, although the highest temperature during the day can reach over 30 degrees, the huge temperature difference between day and night deep in the desert means that the temperature outside has already dropped to 30 degrees Fahrenheit.
number of digits.
After getting into the warm sleeping bag, Wei Ran turned off the camping light and fell asleep after a while.
In the blink of an eye, it was Saleh who woke up Wei Ran early the next morning.
"What's wrong?"
Wei Ran opened the curtains and asked. At this time, it was just dawn outside the window, and even the sun was only showing a small patch of scalp.
"Give me your car keys"
Saleh said outside the tent, "We are going to put all the fruits in your car into the cold storage container before the temperature comes up."
"I'll get up right away and help you." Wei Ran yawned, quickly got up and left the tent.
Until this moment, he finally saw the layout of the camp clearly. The outermost circle of Ural trucks, depending on the cabins they carried, were responsible for various functions such as power generation, shower cabins, containers, oil and fresh water supply, and even
, he also saw a conspicuous red cross painted on the cabin of a truck.
In the center of the camp surrounded by these trucks, there were two large white tents that probably covered an area of 40 to 50 square meters. There was also a dining truck parked in the open space next to these two tents that had already started working.
Around them were small single-person tents. Although it was still early, many people had already gotten up.
"Stop looking around and come here to help."
Saleh greeted and urged Wei Ran to drive his armored pickup truck to the cold fresh food container next to the generator car, and called on the people around him to put all the fruits and various drinks in the car into the container.
What made him dumbfounded was that while they were busy here, Saleh's son, a young man named Soliman, was holding a pencil in one hand and a notebook in the other, seriously registering the watermelons.
How many are there, how many coconuts are there, and other trivial information, just like a diligent warehouse manager.
