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Martin is in Weta Digital's studio in Los Angeles.

In order to make the film more shocking and audio-visual enjoyable for the audience, Martin invited several top Hollywood special effects companies such as Weta Digital, Industrial Light & Magic, Digital Domain, and Blue Sky Studios to participate in the special effects production of "Avengers".

There are a total of 416 special effects scenes in the whole film, and almost 90% of the scenes will use special effects production.

"Mr. Meyers, I need to know which camera these twenty-nine lenses are paired with so that we can use the correct distortion map to match them."

"It's more complicated. I used three different 50mm lenses for this scene. They are... Here I used an improved version of the UltraPanavision70 lens... Here I used the PanavisionSphero65 spherical lens..."

"Mr. Meyers, I read the storyboard you drew for the New York battle. There was a lot of destruction and wreckage during the fight. This part is not a problem, but you used smoke in the live-action shooting, which made it difficult for us to cut out the green screen."

"Is there a solution?"

"Yes, it will take more time."

"How long?"

"At least three days."

"Okay."

After discussing some special effects issues with the special effects workers, Martin returned to the editing room to continue editing the 337 film.

"Here, here, and here, these shots are not needed, wait - rewind six seconds."

"The editor (tool man) rewinds six seconds as he was told."

The scene here is: when Nick Fury gets the information of "Hawkeye's betrayal", he sends two unknown SHIELD agents to quickly chase Hawkeye and Loki.

During the chase, Loki, who is sitting in the back of the pickup truck, uses his mind staff to shoot the car behind, and the two agents are offline.

Then there is the shot of the car overturning.

Martin can clearly see that there is no one or body in the front and rear seats of the car at this time.

"Damn, this is a mistake, take this shot away, and change to another angle of the overturned shot."

"Understood."

…………

The post-production of "The Avengers" is proceeding in an orderly manner.

But Satan has encountered a big trouble.

The convoy in front suddenly split into two teams, and the cars in front separated one by one and drove on different roads.

"Damn, which team should we follow?" Big Dog widened his eyes and said anxiously.

The two Maybachs were the same, and the windows were also covered with reflective film, so you couldn't see inside at all. I don't know which car Ka Zhafei was sitting in.

Satan frowned, "It seems that Ka Zhafei doesn't trust his second son."

"Boss, what should we do?" Big Dog asked.

"It's too late, just find a team to follow." Satan said.

"Fuck, God bless me with good luck."

Big Dog muttered, turned the steering wheel sharply, and followed the convoy heading to the left.

Satan knocked on the rear panel, "Ram, let everyone prepare for the battle."

The separation of the convoy must have been arranged long ago. If they followed the wrong convoy, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the other party, and then a battle would be inevitable.

The battle did not happen.

Obviously, they really followed the right one by accident.

The only question now is whether the person sitting in the Maybach in front is Khazanah himself or his second son Seif.

Satan took out a high-definition map of Libya printed on plastic paper from his pocket, looked at it for a while and said, "Damn, the one on the right of the two convoys should be heading to Sirte, and the one we are following now is heading to a place called Tarhuna. I feel that we are not following Kazafi."

"Tarhuna? What kind of a name is that? How far is it?" asked the big dog.

"It's about 29 kilometers away." Satan said.

In the truck bed, more than 40 people including the ram were squeezed in a small truck bed, feeling a little stuffy.

The ram pulled out the dagger from his boots, made a knife flower, and said irritably, "Fuck, this is the first time I'm looking forward to the battle starting so quickly. It's so damn hot in this truck bed."

Then his eyes fell on the box under his feet.

Suddenly he laughed strangely: "Hey, brothers, let's take a look at Kazafi's gold."

As he said that, he used a dagger to pry open the lid of a box, revealing a row of six gold bricks, a total of five rows, neatly stacked.

"Wow!"

"So beautiful!" (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"This is the first time I have seen so much gold piled together."

"How much does it cost?"

Gong Yang did not speak, but stretched out his hand to a gold brick, trying to pick it up.

However, the weight of a single gold brick exceeded his imagination, and one hand could not lift it at all.

"Yoho?!"

Gong Yang put the dagger back into his boots, and took out a gold brick with both hands, and looked at it carefully.

There were small English letters engraved on the gold brick.

First row: London International Financial Futures Exchange standard gold bars.

Second row: Mass 400 ounces.

Third row: Purity 99.5%.

Ram counted on his fingers for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how much this box of gold bars was worth.

So he asked: "Guys, does anyone know the current price of gold?"

The "aviator" sitting in the corner raised his hand: "I know, I occasionally play with futures. Last year's international gold price was more than 1,600 US dollars per ounce. This year's gold price has fluctuated, about 1,500 US dollars per ounce."

"Then thisHow much is a box of gold worth? "The ram's math is rubbish, and asking him to do arithmetic is like killing him.

The "aviator" looked at the size of the box and said, "Judging from the volume of this box, it can probably hold three layers of gold bricks, with 30 gold bricks in each layer, which means there are 90 gold bricks in one box. 90*400*1500 equals——"[]

The aviator took a breath and his eyes widened.

"Tell me, how much is this box of gold worth?" The ram urged.

"This, this box of gold is worth 54 million US dollars!"

"Watfake!"

"Ho Neshet!"

"Satma Bitch! ”

Screams of surprise rang out in the carriage.

The ram trembled as he counted the boxes under his feet, and then said in a trembling voice: "There are a total of ten boxes here, which means that we are stepping on 540 million under our feet."

The pilot also said in a trembling voice: "Excluding Maybach, armored vehicles, and troop carriers, there are a total of 20 trucks, which is... 10.8 billion? ? ? "

"No, this is impossible, Kazafi can't have so much gold!"

The pilot excitedly took out a calculator from his pocket and calculated quickly, muttering in his mouth:

"400 ounces multiplied by 90 times 10 times 20, equals-"

"7.2 million ounces."

"One ounce is about 28 grams."

"That's 201.6 million grams. ”

“If converted into tons, it is 201.6 tons.”

“Fuck, the entire England’s gold reserves are only 310 tons. How could Kazafi get so many gold bars?”

“No matter if it is or not, even if the other boxes are not all gold bars, they are probably worth about the same as gold. We have to get them all for the boss. The boss will definitely not be stingy with the bonus.”

“No!” The ram suddenly remembered the separation of the convoy and said regretfully, “Now there is only half left. Damn it. No, I have to inform Satan and let him tell the boss.”

(Brothers, please protect me. Please give me some comments, flowers, collections, and rewards. Thank you.).