Chapter 16: Hehehe

On the film set, an interrogation chamber.

Vice Director Li is filming a scene between Li Ya and Sheng Xiang.

The Li Ya portrayed by Teacher Zu Feng failed in his last mission; instead of showing his face at the Tianjin Station, he showed his backside.

Enraged, Li Ya ordered a search for an internal traitor and happened to catch the Chief of the Archives Section, Sheng Xiang, who had secretly taken classified documents home.

Sheng Xiang was unfortunately mistaken for the traitor, though it wasn't entirely bad luck; he was taking intelligence to sell for money, betraying his own side.

Feng Enhe sat on the chair behind Vice Director Li, watching silently.

This scene had a few shots for him, a small role.

However, compared to working with Yao Chen, this side was slightly more relaxed; he preferred this side more.

"Cut!" After the final line, Vice Director Li called a stop: "Very good."

"Teacher Zu Feng, Old Zhang, prepare for the next shot; start in three minutes."

Teacher Zu Feng nodded and drank some water; he had spoken quite a few lines just now.

"Old Zhang, very good indeed." Teacher Zu Feng looked at Zhang Guofeng with some surprise: "It's hard to believe you never attended acting school."

Every time, Zhang Guofeng could match his acting; compared to classically trained actors, Zhang Guofeng was no worse, even slightly superior.

"Teacher Zu is too modest." Zhang Guofeng scratched his head and smiled somewhat honestly.

How could it not be good? He was acting with his life.

If he acted poorly and revealed a flaw, the result would be prison!

He had even forced his accent to twist into a southern one.

The three minutes passed in a flash.

Vice Director Li called out: "Alright, prepare to start the next shot."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Zu Feng and Zhang Guofeng took their respective positions; one stood behind the table, the other squatted in front of the chair.

The props team also brought the prepared items: papers covered in writing and a fountain pen; on Teacher Zu Feng's side was a briefcase.

"Good, 'Lurking', Scene 159, Take 7, action!"

The clapperboard snapped down; the Sheng Xiang portrayed by Zhang Guofeng squatted in front of the chair writing a confession, while the Li Ya portrayed by Teacher Zu Feng quietly took a pistol and keys out of the briefcase.

Sheng Xiang finished writing and handed the confession to Li Ya.

Li Ya took it and glanced at it twice: "Keep this yourself; how would I dare accept it?"

"Come, I'll walk you out."

"After you return, don't paint me as a devil, Brother Sheng."

Saying this, Li Ya laughed heartily and, with an arm around Sheng Xiang's shoulder, escorted him toward the door.

Sheng Xiang found it hard to believe, yet he carried a hint of survival after disaster.

Vice Director Li nodded; Old Zhang acted well.

But just as Sheng Xiang pushed the door open, Li Ya drew his pistol and pulled the trigger at Sheng Xiang's back.

Bang!

Sheng Xiang fell to the ground "dead" on the spot.

Li Ya hurried forward, stuffed the keys into Sheng Xiang's "corpse" hand, then walked back inside, grabbed a chair, and struck his own head hard.

Then, following in Sheng Xiang's footsteps, he fell to the ground.

Two extras rushed in from outside the door, looking in surprise at the two lying on the ground.

"Cut! Very good." Vice Director Li called out: "Two teachers, do it again; shoot a few more angles."

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Guofeng wrapped up his filming.

Vice Director Li slipped him a red envelope; having played a corpse just now was somewhat inauspicious.

Teacher Zu Feng and Feng Enhe offered blessings and exclamations; for a non-classically trained actor to reach this level was indeed very difficult.

"Brother Li, I'm leaving." Zhang Guofeng waved his hand and walked out, leaving this Military Intelligence Bureau building.

"Find me for a drink after work." Vice Director Li waved his hand; he still had things to do.

Zhang Guofeng nodded, walked alone to the building's main gate, and prepared to go home to cook.

"Hello... 110? I'm calling the police... it seems like a..."

Just then, a faint, tiny voice came from the distance, indistinct; Zhang Guofeng could not quite hear it clearly.

But his heart gave a sharp jolt; someone was calling the police?

Zhang Guofeng's body trembled slightly; vaguely, he felt someone was secretly glancing at him.

He couldn't help it and instinctively turned his head to look.

He discovered it was a young man, the same young man Vice Director Li had brought him to meet earlier, named Zhang Ruoyun.

His gaze was shifting, stealing glances at him as if and as if not.

And not far from him, that Ling Xiaosu was standing beside Zhang Ruoyun.

Zhang Guofeng turned and walked out; something was wrong; he couldn't determine whether the other party knew his identity.

But no matter what, he had to leave here as soon as possible!

"Ji Shiguang!" Suddenly, Ling Xiaosu shouted violently.

Zhang Guofeng immediately felt his scalp go numb; fear surged from his heart to his brain like a tsunami.

That was his real name!

Immediately, he hesitated no longer and suddenly sprinted away.

Running madly out of the film set without regard for anything.

He knew very well how severe the crimes he committed were: hijacking a police officer's family member, seizing a service pistol, and causing serious injury and disability.

His two main accomplices have already been killed.

Even if he isn't the principal offender, as an accessory, a life sentence or twenty to thirty years in prison is more than enough.

Flee!

Flee quickly!

But at this moment, Qi Hui blocked his escape route, standing directly in front of him.

Qi Hui sneered: "Fugitive Ji Shiguang, do you still want to run?"

Ji Shiguang's face changed slightly; his eyes swept the surroundings, and tension immediately surfaced.

Behind him, Zhang Ruoyun and Ling Xiaosu were running over, intending to surround him.

Instantly, Ji Shiguang's anger rose from his heart, and evil surged to his courage.

He suddenly charged at Qi Hui, smashing a fist directly into Qi Hui's face.

At one meter seventy, he wasn't tall, but he weighed one hundred fifty to one hundred sixty jin.

Someone this short and stocky hurts incredibly when they fight.

Even if Qi Hui had been working out recently, he might not be able to withstand it.

However... since he already knew the man was a fugitive, how could Qi Hui have been unprepared?

With a lift of his hand, he raised a Type Zhongshi rifle in front of him; his left hand reached to his waist, pulling out a long bayonet.

Click—a sound of the latch engaging—the gleaming bayonet was fixed in place.

Qi Hui assumed a stance, poised and ready.

This was a prop from a film set, not a real gun; the bayonet wasn't a real blade either.

But the wood and steel were real.

The bayonet was steel, just unsharpened.

An anti-Japanese war drama once filmed a shot of falling rocks crushing Japanese soldiers.

The rocks were made of foam; the bayonets were made of metal.

The result was that the "rock" was pierced by the bayonet and hung on the blade's tip.

Holding the rifle with bayonet fixed, Qi Hui let out a sinister laugh: "Heh heh heh... Ji Shiguang, you cannot escape!"

Zhang Ruoyun, who had just arrived beside Qi Hui, shivered instantly:

"Brother, we are good people; don't smile so wickedly."

"Get lost!" Ji Shiguang, desperate to flee, had lost all reason, charging straight at Qi Hui.

He intended to fight his way out.

"Seeking death!" Qi Hui sneered, gripping the rifle and thrusting it forward violently.

The gleaming bayonet stabbed straight toward his head.

Facing the bayonet rushing directly for his eyes and face, Ji Shiguang was terrified; he instinctively turned his head aside, and his reckless charge was instantly broken.

Qi Hui took advantage, stepping forward and closing in, then suddenly lifting the rifle butt, striking upward into Ji Shiguang's chin.

Boom!

A dull thud sounded; Ji Shiguang's head snapped back, his vision blurred, his teeth bit his lip, and fresh blood seeped from his mouth.

His stocky body stumbled, unable to stand steady.

The chin is where the vagus nerve is densely concentrated; if he didn't faint from that blow, it was already good luck for him.

Qi Hui shifted sideways, raised the rifle butt again, and smashed it hard into the popliteal fossa of his right leg.

Instantly, the dazed Ji Shiguang lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth, trying to rise, preparing to continue running despite his injuries.

He did not want to go to prison!

Seeing him still struggling, Qi Hui, without hesitation, delivered another rifle butt to his back.

Boom!

Ji Shiguang was smashed down onto the ground once more.

However, what shocked Qi Hui was that Ji Shiguang still had the strength to struggle and rise.

After all, he was a strong fat man; his flesh was thick!

"You cannot escape!" Ling Xiaosu shouted loudly, leaping forward to pin Ji Shiguang's back while tightly clutching his neck.

Zhang Ruoyun, just like Ling Xiaosu, leaped forward and pinned Ji Shiguang's back.

The two of them held Ji Shiguang down tightly.

Qi Hui pressed the bayonet against his forehead: "Move again, and I will cripple you right now!"

Gazing at the gleaming, cold bayonet before him, Ji Shiguang, covered in sweat, swallowed hard, and finally lowered his head weakly.