Soon after.
"Alright, I'll be off then."
"OK."
"Everyone, train hard."
"Ah, OK."
"Oh yes, Old Fang, teach them how to load the tank shells as well."
"Alright, I got it. Don't worry, just leave them to me."
"Thanks."
Then Zhang Ye left with the film crew.
Boss Qian Jr., Jiang Hanwei, Jacques, and some of the American actors couldn't help but stare in awe. The rest of the special forces soldiers were also dumbfounded. Everyone's eyes were fixated on Zhang Ye and the film crew's cars as they drove out of the barracks. It wasn't until they left that the group of people finally came back around. Looking at the target shot full of tens, and then looking at the tank that had drifted to a stop, they realized how infuriating it was to compare people.
Ricky sighed, "The director is ridiculous."
Dolby wiped his sweat off. "This marksmanship, even our SEAL teams are probably no better than this."
