Actors have no vacation

Chapter 113 Exhausted
In a certain movie, there is a line saying: Everyone has a past, even if you are a killer, you will still have elementary school classmates.

The meaning of this sentence is that killers are not born as killers. Before they stepped into this industry, they also had a normal life.

Only a very small number of them will be adopted by killers like Ding Wu, and then become killers.

The earliest memories that Ding Wu can recall are a few pictures with unclear details, the only thing he can remember clearly is the manager's inescapable eyes, which seem to see through everything about a person.Other than that, I can't think of anything going forward.

Ding Wu suspected that this was because he was kidnapped when he was a child, and his brain was injured, and he almost died. It was the brain that activated the self-protection mechanism and subconsciously erased the painful memories.And the manager was the first person he saw after he was rescued.It is a benefactor and the most revered existence.

At that time, the agent looked at Ding Wu whose head was still wrapped in gauze, and gave him two options, one was to let him leave; the other was to train him and complete a hundred tasks in return, and then he could go back to the source to find out why he When he was kidnapped, his past was the same.

Ding Wu chose the second one and became the killer.Not only because the second option was longer and looked more like the correct answer, but because, under the watchful eye of the agent, there was an intuition that things would go badly if he didn't choose the second option.

Being a killer can't use his real name, and Ding Wu can't remember his real name either. [Ding Wu] is the name on the face arranged by the manager for him, and it can stand the investigation.From time to time, he has to recite some information about his "life experience" and take some photos in case he is asked.

In the following days, he also used many other names, but the name Ding Wu was used the longest. Gradually, he also felt that he should be called Ding Wu.

During the training period, Ding Wu ate and lived in the room arranged by his manager, and never saw other companions.

He didn't go to school to learn, but his agent invited someone to teach him at home.

Mathematics, chemistry, physics, biology, geography, history, foreign languages... are no different from school courses.Half of the time is for learning knowledge, and the other half is for physical exercise, such as running and swimming.The agent said that he is thin and needs to build a good foundation before learning to fight, but he can play with the knife first to develop his hand.The manager took out the dagger and shook his hand. Ding Wu couldn't see the shadow of the knife as if he was drunk, and several [-]-centimeter cuts were made on his clothes without any harm to his flesh.This dagger was the first gift Ding Wu received.

Ding Wu has a good memory, and in two years he has learned what other people have learned for six or nine years.

In the past two years, it's not that Ding Wu has no contact with the outside world. He also wants to have companions. When he encounters cubs that are close to him in the wild, he also thinks about raising them.

But the agent told him that if he has distracting thoughts, he will hesitate to act.If you have feelings, you will have weaknesses.A perfect killer needs no such extras.

The agent took away the puppy, and Ding Wu returned to the loneliness of "no distractions".

After laying the foundation, move on to learn advanced skills.

For example, chemistry and pharmacology, how long does it take to inhale a drug into the human body to cause a coma; from what angle does the biological knife penetrate the heart without being stuck by the ribs; how does physics use readily available materials to make simple wiretapping devices...

If the learning task is not completed within the specified time, Ding Wu will have no food that day.

Physical training is also advanced.

Swimming, with hands tied behind his back, diving into a pool three or four meters deep and picking things up with his hands.

Climbing with bare hands, three or four stories high, climbing up and down.

In addition, the agent arranged new courses for Ding Wu.

For example, let Ding Wu go to a store to steal a mobile phone.Ding Wu was inexperienced, so he tried to steal with clumsy means, and was almost beaten to death.

Before the injury healed, another training session followed.Abandoned in the wilderness, asked to hike through a jungle.Ding Wu didn't dare to eat or drink indiscriminately, and he didn't dare to sleep to death. He used unskilled methods of survival in the wild, eating and sleeping in the open, accompanied only by his body temperature.During the period, he had a high fever and passed out, and the manager never showed up. Ding Wu managed to get out of the jungle with perseverance.

These exercises are carried out alternately.

Ding Wu gradually learned to be beaten, put his hands on the back of the head, elbows to protect the ribs, knees to protect the abdomen, especially not to close his eyes, which is tantamount to surrendering his life to others; he also learned how to obtain nutrition by eating insects and picking fruits in the wild.

The manager told him that the world is a jungle. For people like them, there is no difference between being in the city and being in the wild, and there is no difference between people and animals.

Like studying bugs, he studied those living habits, rest patterns, range of motion, and how to deliver a fatal blow.

Assassin is an ancient profession, and the threshold is not high. In theory, anyone who collects money and takes life can be called a killer.

Some killers are good at using poison, some are good at using knives, some are good at killing with a single shot from a thousand meters away, some are good at pretending to get close to the target and breaking the neck, the methods are different, as long as the target can be put to death, any method Can.

It's just that [-] can take away an arm or a leg, and [-] can take a life. The kind of desperadoes who will not refuse anyone who comes is a desperado.It belongs to the bottom in the industry.

When Ding Wu really debuted as a killer

The price is low, only fifty thousand.Such a reward would not appear on the broker's phone and drop in price.No hesitation, no intolerance.Regarding the killing, Ding Wu was not excited, let alone uncomfortable.It doesn't feel any different than killing a fish, or decapitating a worm.Everyone met in the jungle, and each had his own life and death.

Several years of professional training has made Ding Wu proficient in killing. In addition, he is already quite talented. As soon as Xiao He shows it, he has become a sharp-edged rookie.

After a few snappy actions, Ding Wu had a slight reputation, and some people began to designate him.

There are two ways for a killer to get a job, one is to offer a reward, with a clearly marked price, for those who are interested; the other is to appoint a customer, and the commission is negotiable.

There is no ranking list in the killer world. If you have to compare who is better, it depends on the commission of the designated shot.

After Ding Wu's debut, the agent officially became Ding Wu's agent, responsible for accepting orders, identifying authenticity, evaluating difficulty, confirming deposit, collecting information, providing information, tracking progress, setting plans, collecting final payment, and keeping an eye out for rumors.

In the following 12 years, Ding Wu's reputation has risen again and again, and it is no longer a small fight.For one hundred tasks, Ding Wu turned into a machine, with only tasks in his eyes.As long as it is a task given to him by his agent, he will do his best to complete it.

Ding Wu spends all his spare time outside of tasks improving his own strength. He has no so-called hobbies or friends.

If there are distracting thoughts in the mind, the action will hesitate.

Where there is emotion, there is weakness.

At the age of 28, it was the beginning of a decline in physical strength, but it could be made up for with experience. At this time, Ding Wu was at the peak of a killer.

According to the information provided by an informant, the target is hiding in a criminal syndicate den in the suburbs.

……

Outside the villa, a few people sat scattered, holding their hands in their pockets, chatting and laughing while observing the situation outside.

A younger brother was on patrol. As he walked, he took out his lighter and prepared to light a cigarette.A small cluster of fire came out of the lighter and was held in the palm of his hand.The younger brother leaned closer and smoked fiercely, the cigarette butt lit up with orange sparks.He put away the lighter and was about to enjoy it when suddenly, a gloved hand tightly covered his mouth.The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered quickly, and then disappeared.

Ding Wu appeared behind the patrolling boy, covered the patrolling boy's mouth with his right hand, and pushed the cigarette in his mouth into the other's mouth at once.The patrol boy didn't know whether he was burned or frightened, he was startled all over, and was about to shout at the next moment, but Ding Wu had already wiped the opponent's neck with his other hand holding the dagger.The sharp blade turned half a circle around the neck, and the blood froze for a few seconds before it flowed out and sprayed, and the little brother fell to the ground with a hoo hoo, waving his hands to catch the ghost, but in vain.Ding Wu turned and left before the blood flowed out.

Inside the villa, some people were playing cards, some people were watching a football game, and it was lively.

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The eldest brother was very proud, and announced to the younger brothers that the future is bright, "you must be indispensable!"

The younger brothers agreed again.

The eldest brother was about to say something when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

The eldest brother pulled away the shotgun, brought the phone, and answered it.

"Hello?" the eldest brother asked, "Who are you?"

A young voice came from the phone: "[Are you Wang San?]"

"Who the hell are you?" The eldest brother asked back, frowning.

The other party didn't answer, just hung up the phone.

"Grass!" The elder brother cursed, threw the mobile phone into the sofa, and then lay down on the coffee table, ready to let go of his unhappiness.

But the eldest brother immediately thought of something, asked everyone to pick up the guy, then picked up the walkie-talkie hesitantly, and asked the brothers outside how the situation was.

However, those brothers outside were as silent as death and refused to reply.

The people in the house had an ominous premonition.

look out,
On the edge of the rockery in the courtyard, the two people who were chatting not long ago, now one is lying on the stone table and the other is lying on the ground.

In front of the gate, two figures leaned against the wall weakly and crookedly.

All the younger brothers outside the house lost their vitality.His life was wiped out silently.

Everyone realized that something was wrong, and understood that the person who came was not good, and the person who came was very bad.

Everyone screamed and took out their pistols, and began to move closer to the center.

At this time, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Looking out from the house, you can see the black tree shadows in the courtyard swaying slightly in the wind, and the slightly reddish sky in the distance. There is no moon today.

The people who were moving closer to the center suddenly jumped in all directions like a spring, pointing their guns nervously, for fear that the ghost-like killer would take their lives away at any time.

The eldest brother told the younger brothers not to panic, turned on the flashlight, and moved to the second floor.

Everyone moved slowly to the second floor.

Just as the last little brother started to move to the second floor, Ding Wu appeared again and shot the person in the stairs.The shot seemed to blow up a pond, and the boys who were crowded on the stairs drew their guns in all directions.In a small space, bullets are prone to ricochet when hitting the wall.Several younger brothers were hit by their companions or their own bullets, and fell to the ground wailing.

The people on the second floor stared at the corridor vigilantly, but unexpectedly, Ding Wu climbed up to the second floor like a cheetah, and launched an attack from the balcony behind them.

The black shadow skipped the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the glass was shattered;

Shadows pass the curtains, and the curtains fly into rags;

Dark shadows are hidden in the furniture, and the sawdust of the furniture is scattered;

Black shadows wandered through the crowd, and people fell to the ground one by one.

The eldest brother pushed the younger brothers to Ding Wu one by one in horror, while he hid in the bedroom, locked the door and windows, shivering in a corner.The shotgun in his hand moved back and forth between the door and the window, and his mood calmed down a little. If he didn't believe it, the killer could break in and kill him.

After a while, there was no movement outside the room.Even the people howling on the stairs lost their voices.

The eldest brother swallowed, and clenched the gun in his hand.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing between the door of the room.Tons, tons, fired several shots, almost piercing through the door.The person behind the door was hit by a bullet, and he was sure to die.

However, what surprised my eldest brother was how the person who was shot remained silent.

The next second, someone threw something through the wide bullet hole in the door.

It's tear gas.

The elder brother immediately realized that he had been fooled, he held his breath, and opened the window to escape.

The height of the second floor is not too high, as long as you master the skills of unloading force, you can roll safely.

After the eldest brother jumped off, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he was desperate to find that bricks and stones had been placed on the ground.

The eldest brother snorted, rolling around on the ground a few times holding his sprained foot like a gourd, but during the rolling, his knees and elbows were bumped and rubbed by other bricks, causing him to gasp in pain.

The eldest brother is also a ruthless man, dragging his weak ankle and his body covered in bruises, preparing to continue fleeing.Unfortunately, a gun stuck in the back of his head...

……

"Stop!" Director Tian yelled to stop, and the silent studio suddenly became lively.

The dead bodies lying on the ground began to get up one by one.

Those extra performers whom Guan Chen greeted at close range rubbed their necks with lingering fear.

Director Tian didn't say whether it was good or bad, but just sat down and started watching the replay.

Guan Chen let out a long breath, drank some water, walked around to the back of the screen, and watched the content of the filming just now with Director Tian.

Breaking through the power outage was Guan Chen's suggestion in the script reading. "If I were a killer, I would definitely..." After Guan Chen said the dangerous opening remarks, he said that when fighting with less, the first task is to create chaos, cut off the power, and turn people from bright to dark. Damage requires time to adapt, and this time is an excellent time to act.What's more, darkness is Ding Wu's familiar battlefield.

This is true, but it has high requirements for lighting.If you don't pay attention, it will be so dark that people can't see anything. The lighting engineer almost wanted to strangle Guan Chen to death.In the final plan handed over, the lighting engineer used flashlights and placed them in a criss-cross pattern on the ground, like a formation, which can also look good.Which ones illuminate people, which ones illuminate the wall, let the formed diffuse reflection act as fill light, and finally solve the problem stutteringly.

But the difficulty also increases.Keeping the extras from knocking those flashlights on the way down made the mise-en-scène even more difficult.

So much so that this scene was filmed back and forth several times, from dusk to dawn, so many times that Guan Chen didn't even bother to remember the exact times.

Thanks to Guan Chen's health, he was able to bear it again and again.

At the beginning, Guan Chen would still follow the rehearsed movements, but later on, his heart energy was polished and consumed in repeated repetitions, and then he moved and moved completely by instinct.

"It's ok." Director Tian watched the filmed footage twice, making sure that this scene has finally passed the filming.

Everyone dispersed, yawned and started to call it a day.

The producer stayed up all night with the crew, and now he walked up to Director Tian and said, "Why did you stay up all night after you started filming? It's not like your habit."

"I can't help it. That kid's physical strength is too good. It took him a long time to finally get tired." Director Tian also rubbed his eyes tiredly, and glanced at Guan Chen who was discussing with someone in the distance whether he wanted to drink soy milk.

The producer thought about it, the first shot in the evening, and the last shot just now, the feeling of Guan Chen on both sides is really different.Although the movements are not deformed, the former gives the impression that the killer regards killing as an art and puts it into passion; Looking forward to finishing work soon.

"Whatever effect you want, just tell him no." The producer told Director Tian.

"It won't work if you say it." Director Tian shook his head: "The killer has done so many tasks, it is impossible for a human not to be tired. He can't feel that kind of tiredness. Only he feels tired psychologically. Next Subconsciously, I choose to go to the bathhouse to take a bath. The people and things I meet afterwards are also a spiritual massage. When the killer recovers his memory and returns, he can vaguely feel the changes in himself and understand some things."

　After changing it several times, I finally use this version.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)