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

Thailand, the cast and crew of "SPL 2: A Time for Consequences".

Zheng Ruibao, holding the phone in his hand, widened his eyes and jumped up from his chair.

"What did you say?"

"Yi Zheng has disappeared?!"

He glanced at Wu Jing beside him instinctively and quickly turned on the speakerphone.

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's head-scratching sound was almost as loud as the sound of wiping dishes.

"Director Zheng, I was wrong!"

"I waited in the lobby for a long time, thinking they were starting a second show, so I didn't have the heart to disturb them."

"When we couldn't find him, Yi Zheng's phone was already switched off. It's been switched off for over ten hours now, which made me suspicious, so I..."

"Suspicious? Suspicious my ass!" Director Zheng's anger grew as he listened.

My bald assistant is great in every way, except he's too worldly-wise!

This is probably because they thought she was doing something important inside and didn't want to disturb her.

When they went to knock on the door again, they found that the person was no longer there!

Don't you even use your brain to think?

What important business could you possibly need to turn off your phone?!

It's really strange, how can a living person just disappear into thin air?

If it's just that the phone was turned off for a few hours, then maybe the person was on the plane.

But it has been shut down for more than ten hours now, which is no small matter.

Yi Zheng is aware that the filming schedule for "SPL 2: A Time for Consequences" is currently very tight.

Given his personality, it's impossible for him to abandon the project halfway and disappear.

So the most likely explanation is that something really happened to the person!

Wu Jing, who was standing to the side, had the same idea as Director Zheng.

He didn't say much, but silently took out his phone.

"Hello, Director Wei? This is Wu Jing..."

……

Hengdian Police Station, Chief's Office.

Director Wei stood in front of the blinds, nodding repeatedly as he listened to the phone call.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll call you back in a bit."

Director Wei hung up the phone and paced back and forth in front of the window.

After listening to Wu Jing's description, he shook his head.

Wu Jing, on the other hand, has a clear line of thinking.

He was right not to call 110 directly.

In cases of missing persons, if the disappearance has lasted for less than 48 hours, even if a police report is filed, it can only be processed as a record.

Criminal proceedings can only be initiated after 48 hours of being out of contact.

Wu Jing's description sounds very different from a typical case of someone going missing.

Based on his many years of experience in handling cases, it is impossible for an actor with such a strong sense of responsibility as Yi Zheng to suddenly disappear for more than ten hours during the most intense period of filming.

What if this is indeed a missing person case?

In fact, based on his many years of experience in handling cases, the best time to solve cases of missing persons is often within the first 48 hours.

The faster the police respond, the greater the chance of finding the person.

Criminals in the past used simple methods, and transportation was not convenient at the time. In the past, 48 hours was indeed not enough time for many criminal traffickers to transport people out of the province.

With the rapid development of transportation in society today, criminals are using more sophisticated methods. Forget 48 hours; if someone can't be found within 8 hours, they might never be found again!

Director Wei sat back down at his computer and clicked the mouse a few times.

The leather shoes were under the table, and he kept tapping the floor unconsciously.

On the computer, a page for retrieving internal police files popped up.

It's not that he was willing to disrupt the case-handling process for Yi Zheng's sake.

However, Yi Zheng's case is somewhat special.

He had just recently made a contribution by arresting three bank robbers.

The confession clearly states that the gang leader mentioned by the criminals has not yet been apprehended.

The interrogation records of these three individuals are all linked to a lawless area that gives the police a headache—northern Myanmar!

"Oh, that Yi Zheng."

Director Wei couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking back to a while ago, our station was making a fool of itself every day because of Yi Zheng's calls for duty.

In the end, this guy was awarded a second-class merit for solving a major bank robbery case.

The awards ceremony hasn't even taken place yet, and the person has already disappeared.

Based on his many years of experience as a police officer, this could not possibly be a simple disappearance.

Director Wei tapped a few times on the internal system page, then picked up the phone beside him.

……

Northern Myanmar, a high-tech industrial park.

"Fuck you!"

"You're drinking Nutritional Express, right!"

"I'll let you drink your fill!"

The bald man threw away the stick in his hand and picked up a bottle of latex paint from the shelf next to him.

He opened the lid and strode towards Yi Zheng.

He grabbed Yi Zheng's mouth and lifted the latex bucket high.

"If you dare leave me even a drop today, I'll feed you to the dogs!"

The latex paint bucket was raised high, blocking the glaring spotlight above Yi Zheng's head.

A huge shadow fell over Yi Zheng's face.

"Wait a minute."

A calm yet authoritative voice came from outside the door.

The bald man was taken aback, then quickly put down the bucket in his hand and bowed towards the door.

"Brother Hong."

A thin man stepped into the shadows by the doorway.

The prayer beads in her hand turned one by one.

"Baldy, how many times have I told you? Be nicer!"

"Employees are here to help us make money, we should be grateful, right?"

In the shadows, Brother Hong took another step forward.

Half of his gaunt face was illuminated by the light.

Deep-set eyes and cheekbones cast dark shadows on the face.

"Hey, I'm the kind of person who knows how to be grateful the most."

"Seven-thirds split".

"I get three, you get seven, are you in or not?"

Seeing that Yi Zheng remained calm and did not respond at all, Brother Hong noticed that Yi Zheng was completely unresponsive.

He just chuckled.

He slowly walked up behind Yi Zheng.

"Hey, men don't discriminate when it comes to making money!"

"Once you've made 1000 million, you can return home with your 700 million. Everyone's happy!"

After Hong finished speaking, he waved towards the door.

Several beautiful women dressed in high-slit cheongsams walked in with graceful bearing and high heels.

We also have employee incentive programs.

"Back in the country, did you not even receive overtime pay?"

"Does working 996 every day mean you'll still get yelled at?"

"For every million we make, you can pick one from these!"

"So, are you motivated yet?!"

Yi Zheng looked at the man in front of him and nodded excitedly.

"Brother Hong, you want me to do sales? I don't know how."

"ái~"

"Bro, if you can't, you can act!"

"Hey, the lines were all written in advance. Just read them aloud, it's super easy!"

After Hong finished speaking, he waved towards the door again.

The women backed away.

The sound of metal clanging and incessant barking came from outside the door.

Several burly men walked in, leading a few fierce dogs.

"If you really can't act, they'll teach you."

"Hmm? To act or not?"

Hong Ge bent to one side, slanting around from behind Yi Zheng to his front.

The two locked eyes, and Hong Ge, with an extremely eerie smile on his face, slowly approached Yi Zheng's face from below.

As the park's number one boss, he knows all too well how to tame humans.

Most people who come here, after being trained by him, will obediently pick up the phone within a few hours and wholeheartedly become excellent salespeople.

But when he smiled and waited for Yi Zheng to kneel down and beg him, just like the other employees, with tears streaming down his face.

next second.

What he saw reflected in his pupils was a smiling face that was more terrifying and eerie than his own.

"Brother Hong, if I heard correctly, you just said..."

"play?"