Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

At the entrance of the police station.

Having thought this through, Yi Zheng didn't ask any further questions and readily agreed.

After all, the bureau chief personally apologized and even took the initiative to arrange exposure opportunities for him.

If you still put on airs, that's not having character, that's being ungrateful.

"Alright, Director Wei, you can arrange it."

Yi Zheng nodded, his attitude very sincere.

To put it another way, it's just a counter-terrorism exercise, it'll be over in a day at most, it won't interfere with our important business.

Moreover, appearing on camera alongside the police further solidified his positive public image.

Maybe then we can unlock the righteous skill tree.

Thinking of this, Yi Zheng felt a little more relaxed.

No sooner had he agreed than Director Wei on the other end of the line let out a long sigh of relief.

My shoulders relaxed completely.

It was like a stone that had been pressing down on us for days was finally removed.

"That's great, I'm so glad you agreed."

Director Wei grasped Yi Zheng's hand and shook it vigorously twice.

"I've long heard that Comrade Yi Zheng plays villains so convincingly. I'm so grateful for your help in playing this thug."

He patted Yi Zheng's arm, his tone as relaxed as if they were having a casual chat.

"Oh, and by the way, please don't hurt the children."

what what?

Yi Zheng's expression froze on his face.

Wait a moment.

Playing a villain?

They're making me play a villain again!?

A thought suddenly struck him.

Wasn't it supposed to be an activity with police officers?

Wasn't the goal to restore a positive image?

What the hell do you mean, "Don't hurt the kids"?

Yi Zheng rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the back of his head.

So the so-called "special guest" is just someone who gets targeted?

Is it called restoring a positive image to act like a villain in front of kindergarten children?

Do you have some misunderstanding about the word "positive"?

However, words spoken cannot be taken back.

You agreed so readily, and then you go back on your word. Where do you put your pride?

"Wander... I suppose."

Yi Zheng's lips twitched, his voice full of resignation.

……

Over the next few days, Yi Zheng traveled back and forth between the two film crews.

On the other side of the fierce battle in Jiangnan, Director Ning learned his lesson and refused to let Yi Zheng touch any cooking utensils again.

The kitchen scenes were all changed to dialogue scenes, and even the stove was moved away.

They were afraid that this guy might cook something else that would cause the entire crew to become dehydrated and be sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, Yi Zheng has a passive skill that allows him to portray the pangolin character vividly even without motivational quotes.

Various absurd and inspirational videos have gone viral online.

Someone set a clip of Yi Zheng stewing soup to "Symphony No. 5," and the video garnered over ten million views in three days.

The comments section was filled with the same style of writing.

This isn't chicken soup; it's alchemy.

[It is recommended that the government list this person as a controlled individual.]

A lab technician's career ruined by a pot of water. My condolences.

Yi Zheng's fan base is visibly growing.

Meanwhile, the production team is also making progress in a timely manner, with everything proceeding smoothly.

at last.

It's time for the kindergarten's anti-terrorism drill day.

……

It's 7:30 in the morning.

Yi Zheng was standing at the main gate of Hengdian Central Kindergarten.

This was his first time, and he had absolutely no idea what to expect from an event.

It's not nervousness.

It's panic.

There's only one reason: a new skill—Grandmaster!

That skill I just acquired and hadn't even had a chance to warm up now felt like a blunt knife held to my throat.

When dealing with minors, physical force is always three levels below their strength.

forever.

Lower than the other party.

Three realms.

Yi looked up at a group of lively children on the playground.

The child is in the senior class, and looks to be five or six years old.

The chubby little boy who jumped the highest probably weighed a little over 40 pounds.

If I am three realms below him.

Yi was mentally calculating it.

If you lower your physical fitness level by three levels...

Then what is he?

baby?

His gaze then shifted to the younger class.

A group of three-year-olds, some with snot still hanging from their lips, were walking unsteadily.

Compared to them, I am three levels below.

Yi Zheng's eyelids twitched twice.

Then what am I?

placenta?

A sense of absurdity surged up from the soles of my feet, crawling down my spine to the back of my head.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

Nothing.

It's just a drill anyway.

It wasn't a real fight.

It's just a matter of going through the motions.

No manual labor is required.

Yi Zheng comforted himself in this way, and began to scan the entire venue with his eyes.

On the other side of the playground, the actors from the armed police group had already taken their positions.

Several burly instructors stood next to the guardhouse, teaching the gatekeeper how to use the riot fork and shield.

The old man was in his sixties, and the muscles in his arms had long since become loose. The way he held the riot fork looked like he was hanging a bed sheet out to dry.

The instructor was calling out commands from the side, but the old man's reaction was always a beat too slow.

The police officers also gradually took their positions.

Several police officers were testing their weapons in an open area.

The guns used in the exercise were all prop guns; they fired blanks, which made a lot of noise but had no lethality.

However, Yi Zheng noticed that two of the police officers had something that wasn't a prop on their waists.

That's a Taser.

The real deal.

"What is this for?" Yi Zheng gestured towards a young police officer next to him.

"Oh, this?" The young police officer scratched his head.

"Just in case. There have been precedents abroad before. A real criminal came during a drill. The leader said it's better to be prepared."

Yi Zheng's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.

He looked away and scanned the area again.

The armed police team has arrived.

The police have arrived.

The kindergarten teacher has arrived.

The gatekeeper is in position.

The TV cameras are set up.

Everyone is in position, ready to go.

that……

Yi Zheng looked around, his expression gradually changing.

No, where are my accomplices?!

We've been here for ages, and we haven't seen a single thug.

Am I really the only one?

He made sure to check it again.

On the entire playground, everyone except myself was on the side of "justice".

More than thirty police officers.

Eight armed police officers.

Two gatekeepers using riot control forks as clotheslines.

In addition, there are more than two hundred kindergarten children.

opposite.

It's him.

A person.

This is hardly an anti-terrorism drill!

This is an encirclement and suppression operation!

Yi Zheng stood there, processing this cruel reality.

Snapped.

A large hand patted him firmly on the shoulder.

It was quite powerful, carrying the crispness honed through years of training.

Yi Zheng turned his head.

buzz cut.

Thick eyebrows.

The person who arrived was wearing a black training uniform with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms, and the muscle lines of his forearms were clearly visible in the morning light.

Then look at that iconic smiling face.

Wu Jing!