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

Front row of the driver's cab.

After confirming that it was indeed Brother Zheng, the two relaxed considerably.

The car was so quiet that only the hum of the engine could be heard.

The fat man twisted his neck, probably feeling the atmosphere was too awkward, and started making small talk.

"Brother Zheng, before I met you, all I knew was that you were a genius."

He glanced at Yi Zheng through the rearview mirror.

"Now I realize you're really risking your life for money."

"Coughing like that, and you're still out working?"

After listening, Yi Zheng sighed.

Images of my years as an extra involuntarily flashed through my mind.

Wearing only a single layer of clothing on set all day in the dead of winter, you have to start all over again if the director says "one more time".

He had to lie on the ground pretending to be dead even with a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, because taking leave meant he wouldn't get any food.

To save money, I lived in a basement and ate instant noodles for thirty days in one month.

Those hard days flashed through my mind like film reels.

He shook his head bitterly.

"Well, we didn't have a choice."

"What's so dangerous about our line of work?"

"If you want to die, don't do it."

Upon hearing this, the fat man exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils.

My admiration for you comes from the bottom of my heart!

He slapped his thigh and nodded at the skinny man.

"Listen to this! Listen to this!"

"This is the difference between people."

"No wonder we can't grow big; we haven't reached their level yet."

The skinny man nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, if we're willing to risk our lives, how can we not make money?"

The fat man glanced at Yi Zheng, who looked sickly, through the rearview mirror.

He solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yi Zheng.

"Brother Zheng, you're awesome."

"No wonder the boss specifically asked you to handle this order."

"We've followed our older brother for so many years, and when he first said he wanted to find an outsider, we were both very unhappy."

"Now it seems we were the ones who were immature!"

Yi Zheng quickly waved his hand.

Thinking back to when I was filming "Idle Time", if Wu Jing hadn't happened to come to the set to direct the extras, I wouldn't have accidentally gained popularity from him.

Thinking back to the exercise, if it weren't for Wu Jing's introduction, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet the investors today.

Thinking about this, Yi Zheng was also very emotional.

"aí~"

"It's all thanks to my elder brother's appreciation; otherwise, how could I have gotten this opportunity!"

The skinny man nodded after listening.

I was also moved by Yi Zheng's loyalty and righteousness.

Since I was driving and couldn't free my hands, I could only verbally agree.

"Brother Zheng is awesome. He's made it big and he's still so loyal."

"By the way, Zheng, after this order, you should have a couple hundred on hand, right?"

As he spoke, he freed his right hand and made a money-catching motion with his index finger and thumb.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zheng was taken aback.

I thought to myself, this driver is something else. No wonder he's Brother Jing's personal driver. He can even guess my salary.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

In the entertainment industry, if you don't even have the ability to gather information, how can you associate with Wu Jing?

Since he had already guessed it, Yi Zheng nodded honestly.

"To be honest, brother, it is indeed true."

Hahaha.

The three of them burst into laughter.

The fat man also gave a thumbs up.

"We still need to learn more from Brother Zheng. When will the two of us be able to take on hundreds of him?"

The skinny guy chuckled coldly.

"Ha, get lost! If you get any fatter, I'll barely be able to hold the steering wheel. You're just dreaming!"

Yi Zheng watched the two guys in the front row joking around and laughed along with them.

Thinking about working with Wu Jing in the next project, I should be just one step away from unlocking the system.

But then I thought again, oh no.

I left in a hurry and came empty-handed.

Although she has gained some fame now, she is still far behind Wu Jing.

Wu Jing arranged for someone to pick him up from afar, while he went empty-handed; that was rather inconsiderate of him.

The problem is, I accidentally used my phone on the way here and it died. How am I supposed to buy things?

correct!

Yi Zheng suddenly slapped his thigh.

Didn't Wu Jing say there was a bank across from the hotel?

I have my card with me, so I can just go and withdraw some cash!

Thinking of this, he leaned forward.

"Dude, let's just go to the bank!"

"Huh? Go straight there?"

The two people in the front row turned their heads at the same time, their eyes filled with shock.

Seeing the two men's reactions, Yi Zheng was also a little confused about the situation.

"Yeah, let's get some cash."

Squeak~~~~~

The skinny man slammed on the brakes, and the car slid a considerable distance due to inertia before coming to a stop on the side of the road.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

The fat man turned around excitedly.

His eyes lit up.

"Brother Zheng, is that what you mean..."

"Did you get the iris lock on the vault sorted out?"

Iris?

treasury?

Yi Zheng suspected there was something wrong with his ears.

My throat feels itchy again.

Cough cough cough cough cough.

I almost coughed up my lung tissue.

Could it be that they also know about my mask system?

Yi Zheng's mind flashed back to the description of the mask prop—"Wearing this mask, you can even fool medical equipment!"

It’s over.

The truth about the system can no longer be covered up?

wrong.

No, no!

Then I thought again, these two guys don't seem like they want to drag me to get sliced ​​up.

After a long pause, he tentatively began to speak.

"What if I said..."

"All done?"

hiss……

The two people in the front row stared wide-eyed at each other excitedly.

"Then let's do the fucking thing!"

There was a loud crash.

The fat man bent down and pulled a large burlap sack from under his feet.

A clanging, metallic sound came from inside.

Immediately afterwards, two clicking sounds.

A dark, gleaming Type 54 7.62 rifle was thrown onto the driver's seat.

Another click.

The fat man also took out a handful and tucked it into his waistband.

Upon seeing the two guns, Yi Zheng frowned.

No wonder the fat guy's seat was adjusted so far back; I thought it was because he was fat.

So there were props hidden under your feet?

What's wrong, getting the urge to act?

I'm thinking about it.

The fat man skillfully loaded the gun, then took out a third Type 54 pistol from his bag, about to hand it to Yi Zheng.

The skinny guy next to him grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, we'll handle the fighting. Zheng-ge only needs to defend himself."

The fat man raised an eyebrow, paused for a moment, and then nodded repeatedly.

"That makes sense!"

He bent down and rummaged through the bag a few more times.

Click, another click of the gun being cocked.

This time, however, the sound was much deeper and more resonant.

"Brother Zheng, use this for self-defense."

Yi Zheng just raised his head.

Whoosh.

A twin-barreled S686 flew into his arms.

Yi Zheng panicked and quickly hugged him.

The cool sensation travels through the clothes to the skin.

He mechanically looked down at the object in his hand.

As a veteran actor who has been working on film sets for so many years, he knows exactly what a prop gun feels like.

But look at the one in my hand.

This……

This isn't a prop, is it?

Yi Zheng tilted his head and looked at the small pistols in the hands of the two people in the front row.

Then look at the big guy in my arms.

No.

Are you telling me to use this for self-defense?