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

When Wu Jingyi stepped onto the stage, cheers did indeed erupt from the audience.

But the cheers, compared to the thunderous roar when Yi Zheng counterattacked with dual weapons, were like someone had choked him, thin and scattered.

Even worse, before the cheers had even subsided, whispers began to circulate below.

"Why didn't you let that thug beat you a little longer? He was really getting into it just now."

"That's right, they just cut it off."

"If you ask me, why don't we just let that Yi Zheng fight Wu Jing directly? That would be truly exciting!"

"Yes, that's what makes it interesting!"

The onlookers shared the same sentiment.

A man carrying a child pursed his lips and turned to the person next to him, muttering:

"You know, this storyline just whetted people's appetites and then suddenly shut them down."

"Yes, that thug was clearly still capable of fighting; they managed to subdue him."

"It would be more interesting if those two actually fought."

on the rostrum.

Director Wei heard every word of these words and his face turned ashen.

He felt incredibly frustrated.

What should have been a proper counter-terrorism exercise, a serious event to demonstrate the authority of the police force, was turned into a personal martial arts show by Yi Zheng.

The key point is that this Yi Zheng was someone I personally invited.

All I know is that he's good at playing Japanese soldiers.

I thought he was just a pretty boy, maybe with slightly better acting skills.

I never expected him to be such a capable person!

Surrounded by armed police, they actually managed to put up a fight.

They managed to portray the criminal as a personal hero!

If he continues to fight, the public's eyes will be glued to him, and he, the bureau chief standing on the platform, will become nothing more than a supporting character.

If this gets out, where will he put his old face?

Director Wei grew increasingly agitated, his chest heaving.

Just as I was feeling annoyed, the clerk next to me came over.

This guy has been working alongside the boss for years, so he's very good at reading people's expressions.

He didn't dare to say anything, but silently handed the tablet in his hand to Director Wei.

Director Wei wanted to reprimand him, but when his eyes fell on the numbers on the screen, he swallowed his words.

More than 500,000 people watched online?

In previous years, such exercises would only attract a maximum of 30,000 to 50,000 spectators.

But this time...

Director Wei squinted and looked at it again closely, afraid that he might have misread it.

It's more than ten times that of previous years.

It's not just about having a large number of people.

The clerk swiped down and brought up the audience rating section.

Out of five stars, this game went straight to 4.7.

It was almost full.

The key point is that, no matter how meticulously they rehearsed the programs in previous years...

The highest score I've ever gotten is 2 points.

The public simply doesn't buy it!

It actually worked out by sheer luck today!

Director Wei's heart skipped a beat.

He initially thought everyone was just watching the show and making fun of him, but then he scrolled down to the comments section.

I only realized today how brutal real-life combat can be.

I used to think criminals in movies were easily defeated, but now I understand how tough it is to be a soldier or police officer.

Kudos to our armed police officers! The actor playing the villain was truly dedicated; his performance was incredibly realistic.

[This is what a real counter-terrorism drill looks like; it's far superior to those mere showpieces.]

Staring at this message, the anger in Director Wei's heart gradually subsided.

Does this work too?

I thought Yi Zheng had stolen the spotlight, but unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good!

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

So all that anger I felt earlier was just a result of being narrow-minded.

He originally thought that the supporting characters would be overwhelmed, which would highlight the prestige of the police force.

Unexpectedly, it was this accidental encounter with Yi Zheng that allowed him to portray the brutal reality of fighting.

As a result, the audience developed a greater respect for the military and police.

This publicity was far more effective than his 800-word summary report.

Director Wei shook his head, his lips unconsciously relaxing slightly.

That's fine, as long as the result is good.

Having figured this out, he looked up at Wu Jing on the stage.

Then he suddenly froze.

broken.

I was so focused on looking at the data that I almost forgot about the important matter.

It's time for the next step.

Teacher Wu Jing made a grand finale appearance; this was the highlight of today's exercise.

Director Wei quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded script.

He cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and was about to speak.

Just then.

The curtain behind him was lifted, and a police officer rushed onto the stage.

The way they acted was as if their crystal had been stolen!

Director Wei frowned deeply.

"What are you doing? Don't you know the rules?"

"Can't you see the main event is about to begin?! Have you no common sense?"

To everyone's surprise, the police officer did not back down at all after being reprimanded.

Instead, he strode up to the director, leaned close to Director Wei's ear, and whispered a few words quickly.

Director Wei was initially looking impatient.

But as he listened, the old face that had just relaxed froze again.

He was suddenly stunned.

"What?"

"Rob...rob a bank?"

Director Wei's mind went blank.

What year is this?

Surveillance cameras are everywhere, and electronic payment is ubiquitous.

In this kind of world, who would dare to rob a bank?

But seeing the officer's deathly pale face and trembling lips, Director Wei's last bit of hope vanished.

This is bad.

Today, for this exercise, he practically brought all the elite personnel he could from the bureau to the kindergarten gate.

The urban village furthest from here in a straight line is currently the one with the fewest troops.

Those bastards probably had their eyes on this opportunity all along!

Upon realizing this, Director Wei broke out in a cold sweat.

He no longer cared about lines, the grand finale, or the main event.

He slammed his palm down on the table.

"Damn it, dispatch the police!"

That shout, full of energy, startled the people nearby in the audience.

The armed personnel behind Director Wei, who had just been "apprehending criminals" in the exercise, reacted extremely quickly.

Give the order.

The car door slammed shut.

The police cars that were just leisurely posing a moment ago are now all roaring with engines.

Woo-wah-

Several police cars swerved and sped away, leaving a black mark on the ground with their tires.

They disappeared around the street corner in the blink of an eye.

Wu Jing and the crowd below the stage were all dumbfounded.

We were just saying we were about to start the main event, so why did everyone suddenly run off?

Wu Jing stood there, stunned, his mouth agape, unable to react.

This...is this also a scene from the script?

The onlookers were even more confused, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Some people stood on tiptoe, gazing in the direction the police car had disappeared, marveling at its appearance.

"Holy crap? This has to be serious!"

"Responding to the scene on the spot?! Is this how drills are supposed to be done?"

"Is this real acting or fake? When that bureau chief slammed his fist on the table just now, it didn't look like acting to me."

"Could something really have happened?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and for a moment no one could tell whether it was a rehearsed segment or a real mishap.

All that remained was the empty kindergarten entrance and a few staff members who hadn't yet reacted, staring at each other in bewilderment.