Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Wait, what happened?"

【What happened? 】

Is this a new script from the production team?

What was Qu Long thinking, daring to treat this as a script?

[This is getting exciting! It's this script again!]

[What's going on? Something feels off. The rain is so heavy, I can't see what just happened.]

【Oops, why is the screen black?】

What? The production team cut it themselves?

Seeing that things were going badly, Jiang Wenqing quickly crouched down in the gap between the driver and passenger seats, not caring whether his words were polite or not, and shouted, "Bo Bing, hurry up and follow them, that's not the production crew's car!"

"Damn it, those bastards are trying to steal my man!"

Bo Bing gritted his teeth, braced himself, and floored the gas pedal in the pouring rain. The Buddha statue pendant on the rearview mirror slammed against the mirror with a dull thud. He couldn't contain his anger. "Is this some kind of test by the production team? Damn it, don't fucking run into my line of fire!"

"It shouldn't be; the production team wouldn't dare to do that."

The sky was faintly darkening.

Yin Su's unease deepened, but unfortunately, all of their communication devices had been confiscated, making it impossible for them to even call the police.

On a rainy day, with the border between a town and a mountainous area nearby, the signal would be unstable, and it was unclear whether the live stream was still going on.

He cleared his throat and sought help from netizens.

"For those still reading this, please call the police first. Something seems wrong here..."

"Holy crap!" Yin Su was interrupted by the young man beside him before he could finish speaking, and the car shook violently.

The asphalt road disappeared, replaced by a bumpy dirt road. Bo Bing's Santana, which wasn't very high, got stuck on a rock as soon as it went in. Bo Bing couldn't contain his anger any longer and slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

"What a terrible road surface!"

Bo Bing's cursing never stopped; that's just how he is. When things don't go his way, he desperately needs an outlet.

Once we've entered this section of road, it means we're about to leave the town and head towards the mountains.

The comments section was chaotic; this was the border of a mountainous area, and the signal was indeed not very good.

It seems Yin Su was right. The program staff also received calls from fans and other people. Qu Long and the staff filming him turned pale after hearing the calls. He took out his phone and found that a severe rainstorm warning had been sent an hour earlier. His signal had dropped to one bar. Sure enough, the unexpected rainstorm had damaged the communication equipment around the mountainous area.

"Quickly call the township and surrounding police stations to get some manpower," Qu Long thought, his legs went weak, and cold sweat poured down his face. "How is the movie star doing? Can he see those three people now?"

Several technicians checked the equipment on the three people and breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was still a time delay, they could intermittently see the three people on the black screen. They were in a car, as if they were chasing someone.

I just don't know how much this delay will be.

Even the miniature camera could barely discern the rain in front of the windshield. Bo Bing had already increased the car's speed to the maximum safe speed. Originally, it was 30 kilometers per hour, but he drove it at 60 kilometers per hour and could barely see the taillights of the van in front of him.

With such heavy rain, Bo Bing wasn't the only one in the car. He didn't dare to step on the 100 km/h speed limit. As the speed increased, the frequency of his curses decreased sharply, and his deep black eyes were fixed on the windshield.

Even with the wipers on their highest setting, the rain spraying so thickly that you can't see what's ahead.

With his decades of driving experience, Bo Bing tried his best to identify the right direction. The gray van in front of him, under the cover of the heavy rain, had almost turned into a small cube.

The whites of the young man's eyes began to turn slightly bloodshot from his focus.

The rain did not lessen despite Yin Su's prayers.

"It'll be fine."

Yin Su softened his tone, comforting the three people in the back seat who were pale with fright from the sudden turn of events. He also told his godfather in the driver's seat to calm down and focus on driving.

The system has detected that the host is in a dangerous driving state and has automatically activated intelligent vehicle tracking navigation for the host.

Thin Ice felt a sharp, needle-like pain in her brain, her grip loosened, and the car suddenly veered off course.

Yin Su, who had been observing Bo Bing's condition, immediately swiped to straighten the steering wheel.

"Are you okay?"

Yin Su asked worriedly.

"Mine, it's okay."

Bo Bing opened her eyes despite the pain. A huge blue electronic light screen enveloped the windshield in front of her, with a van and distance indicator in a green frame, blue following navigation lines, and red hazard indicators.

"Fasten your seatbelts, I'm about to speed up."

Bo Bingxin felt slightly relieved.

Jiang Wenqing, pale-faced, fastened her seatbelt, secured the two children, and huddled in the back seat with them in her arms.

Bo Bing slowly exhaled and floored the accelerator. The car suddenly surged forward, and both Yin Su and Jiang Wenqing were shocked by the car's speed.

Yin Su's face turned pale, but he dared not make a sound to disturb Bo Bing. He knew that Feng Tianhan in his previous life had started out as a truck driver and had been driving for decades. He still trusted his godfather's judgment. Since he dared to drive so fast, he must have his reasons, even if the current rain and road conditions were problematic.

The windshield made it impossible to see the road, and Jiang Wenqing's hands and feet were ice-cold. He had no idea how Bo Bing had managed to find his way in such heavy rain.

As the speedometer slowly climbed to 100, the torrential rain made the buildings and trees outside the window appear like mottled patches of color, rapidly fading away from both sides.

The Santana finally caught up with the minivan, which was only about 200 meters away.

But at that moment, the van did not continue rushing onto the bridge, but instead made a sharp right turn into the factory area.

"Damn it, they've found us."

Bo Bing gritted his teeth. His car was going faster than the car in front of him, and its chassis wasn't as high as the minivan's. Such a sharp turn meant that the other car had spotted the approaching vehicle and was testing them.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

"Hold on tight!"

Bo Bing smoothly stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and turned the steering wheel all the way to the lock.

The tires screeched under the weight of the muddy road. With a beautiful drift, the Santana was driven even more violently than a race car by Bo Bing. Jiang Wenqing felt lightheaded, almost as if he were about to leave the ground if not for the seatbelt. He forced down his nausea and patted the child's back.

Yin Su grabbed the handle above his head to steady himself.

The car followed the van into the narrow road. The terrain here was complicated, and the van seemed to know it very well. If it weren't for the navigation system, Bo Bing wouldn't have been able to keep up with the van's circling speed.

Jiang Wenqing looked at the young man in front of him whose neck was already congested with blood, and dared not utter a sound.

This person's driving skills are genuinely excellent.

Just as Bo Bing was about to return to the dirt road after bypassing the factory, the van in front suddenly slowed down, and five or six young and middle-aged people appeared on the van, repeating the same trick.

Before Bo Bing could even speak, an axe came hurtling towards the windshield with a clear purpose, followed by a few stones. Combined with Bo Bing's speed, the windshield shattered into a spiderweb pattern from the impact of the weapon.

"Fuck your mother!"

Bo Bing's temper flared up. If he were alone in the car, he might have just closed his eyes and run over the other side.

But not now.

Seeing that there were still 100 meters to the other side, Bo Bing slammed on the brakes, unbuckled his seatbelt, and opened the car door.

"Bo Bing—don't be impulsive! There are too many of them!"

Jiang Wenqing covered the child's eyes, sweating profusely with anxiety. How could this kid be so reckless?

The only response he received was the sound of the car keys being forcibly pulled out and the door slamming shut.