Chapter 579 Cordon

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

The sound of gunfire and explosions gradually faded.

People spent the night in fear until the first ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone on the city. Only then did a few figures gradually appear on the streets boldly.

Then more and more people appeared on the streets in raincoats or umbrellas, nervously asking about last night.

At this time, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the subtropical rainy season brought abundant rain to the land in the late night. At the same time, it was like a haze, heavily shrouded in the hearts of everyone.

As for the fire last night, it was already extinguished by the heavy rain in the middle of the night.

Fang Zheng stayed in the hotel all night. The crew was watching him closely, and he couldn't find a chance to sneak out of the hotel.

In the quiet morning, suddenly!

A scream of terror broke the silence of the morning.

A few civilians cooperated with the police and were participating in the rescue of the soldiers in the military vehicles buried in the ruins, but these civilians had just cooperated with the police to clean up the military vehicles, and they did not know what horrible scene they saw in the vehicles, some of them were sitting on their butt in the cold rain, their eyes frightened...

Half an hour later, at the crew's breakfast party, Fang Zheng finally learned what the civilians saw from the local tour guides hired by the crew to translate.

It turned out that all the soldiers in the military car were dead.

But death looks strange.

The meat and internal organs were all gone.

No matter how specific the situation was, even the local tour guide did not find out.

Not to mention the real cause of death for soldiers, the disappearance of police sirens, and what exactly happened in the war zone last night.

Because!

The war zone was already sealed off by the local government, and police cordoned off and patrolled the area.

This breakfast was destined to be unpleasant.

On the table, everyone was preoccupied.

Except for Fang Zheng.

He, on the other hand, enjoyed the exotic food.

The director also seemed to see that everyone was in a bad state of mind and was a little distracted, so he gave everyone half a day off, half a day to get back to their state, and then to film.

Otherwise, in this state of mind, the filming was not satisfactory.

Although Fang Zheng only needed a second shot to replace the original male shot, this second shot was not a head-changing technique, and it could be fooled by a simple head change.

Scenes, supporting roles, dragon sets, etc.

This was not Fang Zheng's business alone.

After breakfast, the worried people began to disperse. During the half-day holiday, Fang Zheng and the director signed the contract.

The director's offer to Fang Zheng was very generous, with pay and box office dividends.

If the movie was released smoothly, Fang Zheng would at least be able to rise to the level of a million well-to-do families, get out of poverty, and never drag down the country's gdp.

Fang Zheng had no fame and would not bring box office traffic, so his pay was not high, he could participate in the movie box office dividends, but the director helped a lot in it, so he got it for him.

However, the prerequisite for this dividend is also very harsh, must reach the number of box office, before there is a dividend opportunity.

The contract was quickly finalized. It was just a minor matter. After signing the contract, Fang Zheng planned to leave the hotel and go to several combat zones last night.

"Fang Fang, are you planning to go to the area where the explosion occurred last night?" Just as fang was about to leave the guest room, Local Tyrant followed him.

Fang Zheng wasn't the only one who was curious about the situation in the war zone. Local Tyrant was already itching like a monkey. If he didn't have to stay and sign the contract for Fang Zheng, he would have been out of the hotel by now.

Fang Zheng did not reject Local Tyrant's request to accompany them and they left the hotel together.

However, just as Fang Zheng and A Local Tyrant dong were about to take the elevator down the stairs, they happened to meet Ye Qianqi, who came up in the elevator, and the agent who was always following Ye Qianqi.

Fang Zheng had met Ye Qianqi's manager, and although he had little contact with her and was not familiar with her, he knew that the crew called her Sister xu.

Fang Zheng was also called Sister xu.

"Miss ye, Sister xu, did you just come back from outside?" Fang Zheng greeted politely.

Ye Qianqi looked a little haggard. Obviously, what happened last night was sleepless for many people, and Ye Qianqi didn't get a good rest either.

However, Ye Qianqi did not put on airs. Even though he looked a little haggard, he still smiled politely and said with a gentle and well-mannered smile, "I went downstairs with Sister xu just now and handed the little girl who was rescued last night to the local police. I hope the police can find the parents who were separated from the little girl as soon as possible."

"Miss ye is indeed beautiful, and her heart is more beautiful." This time, A Local Tyrant dong told his goddess Ye Qianqi himself.

It was just an episode.

After greeting, taking the elevator, taking the bus, fortunately, with the consumption of the people around the world, many street facilities in small countries in southeast asia are marked in chinese.

And there are mobile translation software these days.

As he approached the battle zone, Fang Zheng finally understood what the translator's guide meant by the blockade.

Before they could get close to the battle zone, all the streets and alleys had been cordoned off. They could only be separated from each other for a long distance and saw several burning buildings, as well as the ruins and broken walls after the explosion, as well as several military vehicles that had been burned into empty shells and scrap iron.

Fang Zheng felt that the battle last night should have been very intense, because even outside the battle zone, he could occasionally see a few sporadic bullet holes.

The bullet holes were visible so far away that it was impossible to imagine the intensity of the battle zone.

In addition, the most seen are ambulances, covered transport vehicles, in and out... And, occasionally, some local police officers, They helped the medical staff carry stretchers that were covered with white cloth.

This was all that Fang Zheng had seen on the outskirts.

He never found the dozen police cars that rushed into the battle zone last night.

Even the stone coffins were gone.

"Fang Fang, the security here is so tight, it's so far away that the cordon is pulled up. It looks like last night's gunfight here was very intense... And those transport vehicles, together with the police to help carry the bodies. Do you think a lot of people will die last night, so many bodies can't even be transported in an ambulance, so we need to transport the bodies with transport vehicles?" A Local Tyrant dong spoke to Fang Zheng in chinese in a low voice.

"There should have been a lot of people who died last night, probably more than three figures..."

Fang Zheng thought, but did not answer.

Because he was thinking, it looks like he needs to find a chance to get out of the hotel tonight and see what's going on inside? Did the local government hide anything?!

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