You made me a superstar

Chapter 262 I'm Not a Documentary Director!

After flying in the air for more than ten hours, the plane finally began to land over Baghdad International Airport.

During these more than ten hours, Zhou Yang fell asleep, while the Chinese soldier sat upright from the beginning to the end, keeping awake at all times.

He looked out of the window from time to time, his eyes were deep and dignified, he didn't know if it was an illusion, the closer he was to the landing, the stronger the coldness and chill exuded from him.

The landing at Baghdad Airport is different from other airports, because there is a great risk of attack in the area around the airport, and the relevant departments can only guarantee the safety within 5 kilometers around the airport, so the planes landing here are all at an altitude of 5000 meters. After reaching the sky above the airport, he circled and descended in a small circle with a radius of less than 5 kilometers. Zhou Yang, who had no sense of vomiting about the plane, couldn't help but twitched. Fortunately, there were vomiting bags around him, so Zhou Yang couldn't help vomiting for a while.

After vomiting, Zhou Yang looked at the window and saw two airships with English letters written on them. They were important facilities for the relevant departments to protect and monitor the airport.

About ten minutes later, the plane finally landed on the airport smoothly.

When Zhou Yang packed his luggage and equipment and got out of the plane, he saw the soldier stand up and hand Zhou Yang a heavy suit and a helmet.

"Don't take it off from the moment you get off the plane until you get on the plane after shooting..."

"Ah? Thank you, you are..." Zhou Yang nodded, and subconsciously asked this question after taking the dress.

The soldier didn't answer his question, but just glanced at him, and then helped the war reporter pick up the camera equipment and got off the plane.

When Zhou Yang left, the war reporter with the ponytail hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhou Yang again, with a serious and dignified expression.

"Don't go anywhere outside the map."

"There are special circumstances, you should make this call as soon as possible."

She handed Zhou Yang a contact information, her face was full of admonitions, and then followed the soldiers out.

Zhou Yang watched the two leave the cabin blankly, and guessed their identities, but after guessing for a long time, he couldn't guess anything.

He shook his head.

Then he obeyed the words of the two, put on the equipment, and walked out.

07 years.

The laundry detergent wars are over.

Various parts of Iraq have also begun to carry out reconstruction to a certain extent, but the crude facilities and armed soldiers everywhere are staring at every person who gets off the plane, as if reminding everyone that this place is still not safe.

In the passage for non-Iraqi personnel at the airport customs, only a few people went through entry procedures.

There were even some local civilians who came to line up, but they were driven to the other side by the airport security personnel before they had lined up for a long time.

After staying in such a prosperous place like Yanjing for a long time, Zhou Yang still felt a big gap in his heart when he came to such a place suddenly.

After completing the formalities, Zhou Yang walked out of the airport. As soon as he walked out, Zhou Yang saw Will Smith walking over excitedly, followed by a black soldier.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, you are finally here!"

"Yes, Mr. Smith."

"Come with me, let me introduce you. This is Sergeant Bals, who is in charge of security at the airport..." Will Smith enthusiastically introduced the dark-skinned Sergeant Bals who looked exceptionally strong.

Zhou Yang glanced at Bals, and instinctively felt that Bals exuded a sense of sternness similar to that of the soldier just now.

When Sergeant Bals saw Zhou Yang, he gave Zhou Yang a bear hug so enthusiastically that Zhou Yang couldn't breathe.

Because of the relationship between "Chain Saw" and some public opinion fermentation, the black American soldiers abroad also heard about Zhou Yang. At the same time, under Smith's deliberate exaggeration, these people had a good impression of Zhou Yang.

After Bals hugged Zhou Yang, he immediately took Zhou Yang into a military vehicle and left the airport.Along the way, Bals chattered on and on to introduce the local situation to Zhou Yang...

While listening, Zhou Yang looked at the potholed roads around him, and the buildings that were blown into ruins beside the road...

People born in peaceful places will never understand the hardships and dangers of living in war.

Baghdad has been rebuilt several times. Although the war has subsided somewhat, the low temporary houses, the bumpy dirt roads, and the children on the street staring at the military vehicles with their eyes wide open are constantly reminding that the war is far away. not end yet.

Not long after the car drove to the safe area, Zhou Yang suddenly felt vibrations and noises from the ground, followed by thick smoke rising in the distance.

His face changed.

"The bloody bastards are at it again!"

Bals, who was originally enthusiastic, kind and full of smiles, suddenly changed his face. After swearing for a while, he stopped slowly, and then warmly welcomed Zhou Yang and Will Smith and walked in.

Explosions can be heard everywhere in the capital Baghdad!
They have long been used to it.

Zhou Yang's face was a little pale, he didn't feel anything on the plane, and he didn't feel anything in the airport, but after he really went deep into the city, the faint sense of uneasiness and haze came to his heart inexplicably.

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"Mr. Zhou Yang... drink!"

"Mr. Zhou Yang, you must not take a camera or photographic equipment to shoot at those white people, especially those white soldiers, they are murderous, they are so bad, they will even point a gun at you without hesitation shooting……"

"Also, don't take pictures of those civilians, if you can, don't touch those people, don't look at those people look pitiful, but many of them are terrorists, they will use children, they will use women, old people to tie bombs , and then suddenly rushed over..."

"For more than a week, you must not leave the safe area of ​​our plan. Outside the safe area, there are many, many landmines..."

"..."

under night.

Will Smith and a group of people were drinking, and Zhou Yang was among them. After drinking half a bottle of brandy, Zhou Yang felt dizzy.

Both belong to the US military camp, so the so-called racial discrimination here is much less, but when Will Smith and Zhou Yang came over, it was always black people who protected their jobs.

They didn't trust the white soldiers very much, and I don't know if it was an illusion. Zhou Yang felt that these black soldiers kept saying bad things about the white soldiers, especially the more they drank, they even started to criticize the white people in the same camp. Soldier.

In just half an hour, Zhou Yang heard all kinds of cruel words from white soldiers.The black soldiers said that they heard the white soldiers beating a child who was only a few years old with a gun. They heard that the white soldiers betrayed their friends for profit. In their mouths, those people are demons in white skin, burning, killing and looting. They do everything, but they just whitewash themselves like a good person, a devout believer in God.

Will Smith shouted angrily after the soldiers, while Zhou Yang listened silently without expressing any opinions.

The night was getting deeper and deeper.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, can you open the camera?"

"what?"

"Night is the time to shoot the most realistic scenes..."

"I'm sorry, we just want to take some scenes for our movie. We won't shoot yours. Specifically, we will shoot the scene of underground burial. Will Smith should have told you?"

"I hope you can make a film. I think that besides movies, you can do something more meaningful. Just treat it as a souvenir for us, right?"

"This……"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou Yang, I swear in the name of God, you are safe here, we will protect you, and there are no secrets here, you can shoot whatever you want..."

"..."

After Zhou Yang looked at Barth's sincere eyes and heard his request, he felt a little embarrassed.

The photographer of the film crew will not come over until tomorrow, and only Zhou Yang will be able to take pictures here.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally picked up the camera and photographed the black soldiers here.

After the angry accusation ended, the atmosphere became inexplicably gloomy. A soldier suddenly couldn't hold back his emotions, and burst into tears without warning.

He took out the photo, looked at it repeatedly under the dim light, and even carefully rubbed it with his bandaged hand.

He is homesick.

He has relatives, friends, and a fiancée waiting for him at home.

But he wants to stay in this dark foreign land, guarding the news that he doesn't know when he will be able to retreat...

As the soldier began to cry, the rest of the black soldiers under the camera began to lose their temper and began to cry.

The scene was once very gloomy...

More than ten minutes later, the burst of crying turned into a sound of nostalgia.

Some people are talking about what to do after returning home...

Some people say they don't want to be a soldier in this life, some people say they want to be a captain to catch shrimp, some people want to be a football player...

I don't know if it's because of the dark complexion of the black friends. Zhou Yang saw patches of darkness under the camera.

Zhou Yang manipulated the camera, and with the knowledge he had learned, he managed to light up some light, and only then did he capture the most realistic emotions of the black soldiers.

At night, people left one after another to go to the dormitory to sleep.

Some people who did not drink stayed and were on duty...

Zhou Yang turned off the camera...

Just as he was about to go to sleep, he saw Bals and Will Smith walking beside him.

"Mr. Zhou Yang..."

"Ok?"

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"How about we go out and take some more pictures?"

"Where to go?"

"Go to the dormitory and help us take some evidence..."

"What evidence?"

"Mr. Zhou Yang, the things you've been photographing are actually nothing serious..." Balth looked at Zhou Yang seriously.

"Mr. Bals, what I'm shooting is a movie. The one I just shot was a commemorative video. I can't shoot anything else. I'm not a documentary director..." Zhou Yang was acutely aware that Bals seemed to want him to shoot something dangerous. , and then frowned deeply.

"It's not dangerous, it's not a documentary, it's a life piece, don't worry, we will protect you, I will go with you..."

"No way!" Zhou Yang shook his head violently, "Unless you tell me what to shoot..."

He originally wanted to make a movie, but now, when he saw the look in Bals' eyes, Bals seemed to want him to shoot something inside the US military.

He absolutely can't take pictures of these things!
Can you get out alive after taking pictures?

"Just some life videos, Mr. Zhou Yang, I'll go with you too, that place is very safe, we want to shoot videos of black friends being bullied by others..." Will Smith looked at Zhou Yang sincerely.

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