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Chapter 137: Chapter 137

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    After he put on all the suits, he took a picture in front of the mirror, and it was quite good.

    Leather boots and leather pants, with a dagger and a pistol at the waist. The dagger is made of plastic, and the pistol is a prop. It can be fired, but it cannot fire bullets.

    The clothes are covered with a bulletproof vest, which is a real bulletproof vest, as well as a helmet and a gas mask.

    Just when he was complacent, the director Genos sent him a message, asking him to come to the pier right now, the investor wanted to watch him audition, to see how he acted as a killer.

    Anyway, there is no other important matter now, and there is nothing wrong with going to try a play, He Lige replied to him without hesitation.

    He thought, if you can't act like a killer in an audition in casual clothes, you might as well try it in an armed combat suit, so that you can have a sense of reality.

    Without thinking too much, I greeted Xiaobao, and then put on my armed combat uniform and went.

    Wearing a costume for an audition, it feels very good when you think about it.

    When He Lige took a taxi to the pier, he saw a helicopter parked beside the coastline, surrounded by many people in the same clothes as himself.

    All wearing armed combat uniforms.

    He thought to himself, it must be someone from the crew, maybe a group performer or something, thinking so, he walked up to ask with a smile.

    "Excuse me, are we in the group?" He Lige asked.

    "Yes, it's from the team! Get on the helicopter quickly, and we're going to the scene soon." The tall man standing next to the helicopter nodded in agreement, and then urged him to get on the helicopter quickly.

    He didn't see the words "rescue team" written on the helicopter, so he foolishly took it as a crew and boarded the helicopter.

    This is not the crew's helicopter, but a helicopter heading to a city full of zombies.

    They are a rescue team specially sent to rescue survivors, not a crew at all. The weapons in their hands are all real guns and live ammunition, and the clothes they wear are exactly the same as He Lige's costumes.

    He Lige foolishly took them as members of the crew and boarded the helicopter.

    After all the personnel were assembled, the helicopter flew up slowly and headed towards the western city full of zombies.

    Director Genos and investors who were still at the pier waited hard, but they didn't know that He Lige had already embarked on a road of no return¡ª¡ª

    The helicopter flew for half an hour.

    On the helicopter.

    Rows of rescue teams sat on stools, talking and laughing, and wiping their weapons.

    He Lige heard other people claiming to be rescuers, and thought they should be villains, so he patted the instructor next to him and asked, "Are you all rescuers?"

    The instructor glanced at him, and answered two words indifferently: "Yes!"

    He Lige laughed and said, "You are all rescuers, and I am the killer, so it's embarrassing! Look at the clothes we wear are exactly the same!"

    He never imagined that this is not a film crew, but a rescue team leading to the rescue of survivors on the front line.

    It is completely different from the crew.

    The instructor frowned slightly, and looked at him like a fool: "Where did the killer come from? There is no killer in our rescue team! The killer is from the annihilation team! He is not with our rescue team."

    They are a team that is going to the front line to support, and they are not members of the crew at all. This helicopter is very anxious, and it is impossible to turn around and send it back to him.

    He Lige stared at this, a little confused: "What? What rescue operation team? Isn't it the crew? My identity is a killer! Not a rescuer!"

    The instructor was also confused by what he said, and scratched his head: "What crew? Are you out of your mind? We are a rescue team going to the front line to rescue survivors, not a filming crew. Who are you!? Who are you?  here?"

    The words have already been spoken, and the congratulatory song who learned the truth was stunned!

    At this moment, there are ten thousand muddy horses galloping past his heart, and he keeps thinking: "Fuck, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit  Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

    He got on the wrong helicopter!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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