Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The icy rain slanted down onto Bo Bing's cheeks, washing away the mottled dark bloodstains. The bloodstains slowly formed lines along his pale face and neck, disappearing into his black turtleneck sweater.

A strong smell of blood.

The person being pressured can't breathe.

Bo Bing ripped off her cumbersome light-colored leather jacket—or rather, a rag.

The mud and water covered his blood-stained leather jacket, as if it had instantly taken root in his blood, slowly flowing out a strange blood-red rune.

Under the system's guidance, the black-haired youth tried to calm his wildly beating heart. To be honest, he felt like he had inhaled an anesthetic and couldn't feel any pain.

Bo Bing thought that his numb body felt like it belonged to someone else, so he raised his hand and grasped the somewhat eerie overpass railing, leaving a bloody handprint on the mottled red and white railing.

A loud roar came from the mountain.

A blue-green spot suddenly appeared in the young man's dark red pupils.

Blue represents the "Eagle Eye Vision" given to him by the system. Bo Bing is now practically invincible, almost comparable to the strongest infrared observation and mechanical monitoring electronic eyes. This allows him to have a thorough understanding of the complex overpasses and even clearly see the "people" in the van.

Green indicates that medical treatment is in progress. Thin Ice's internal nerves are the first to begin recovering, which is also the most painful period. The system has also activated a powerful [pain relief] state for him. After the nerves have recovered to a certain extent, the system will then restore the bones and muscles, leaving only the simplest external injuries, awaiting treatment from real-world medical staff.

There was a driver, a passenger, and some thugs who had just fled the scene in the car.

The trunk of the car was clearly visible. Through the car's exterior, Bo Bing's "eagle eye vision" revealed images of five children inside. This meant that before catching the two children selected by the production team, they had already abducted three other children.

Time waits for no one. Bo Bing thought of the scent he had smelled on the man with the dagger and the man with the stun gun. Even if it was just for a moment, it made him extremely vigilant.

—The smell of burnt chemicals.

I don't know where these traffickers are going to transport the children, but Bo Bing knows that some unscrupulous people will contact "buyers" in advance when they lose their minds, cut up the children, throw them out at the destination, and go to other places to get money.

The two groups exchanged goods and people, and the child might not even know whether the person who "saved him" was a genuine "kind-hearted person."

The child is in danger at any time, especially now—Bo Bing cannot be sure whether these extremists of unknown origin have been using illegal drugs that are strictly prohibited by law.

A series of sounds rang in Bo Bing's ears as he focused intently on the movements of the thugs, almost completely cut off from the outside world.

A green fibrous network covered the wounded muscles, contracting with his breathing—this was the [electronic body] that replaced the movement of his injured muscles and skin.

[Double landing skill activated for host]

[Double precision landing point detection has been activated for the host]

[Boost your energy and feel light] [Light as a swallow] activated.

[Automatic Pathfinding] and [Precision Strike] are enabled.

[Spring of Life] is activated, continuously restoring the host's health during injury.

Bo Bing's eyes sharpened; the system had already planned the best landing point for him in his mind.

In the pouring rain, he nimbly rolled over and landed steadily on the bridge railing with both knees bent. One hand was on the metal railing between his legs, and the other was on his left knee.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the van would pass under the overpass again.

Meanwhile, while Bo Bing and the man with the military dagger were fighting, Yin Su took advantage of the fact that the two were far away from his Santana and began to plan with Jiang Wenqing how to squeeze out through the opening in the windshield.

He moved his seat to the back to give himself more room to move around, then pulled up his hat and put on the mask that he originally wore to protect himself from paparazzi, covering his head and face. He wrapped his right arm in Jiang Wenqing's thick woolen long coat, turned to the right, and elbowed the mangled crack created by the thugs with fire axes and stones, without holding back.

The place already had a hole punched through it by the axe, and with the added impact of the stones hitting it from above, it couldn't withstand any more external force.

Yin Su was no match for Bo Bing, who had activated the system. Having practiced rock climbing and Sanda for many years, his strength and skills were far beyond those of ordinary people. He gritted his teeth, and the power of his elbow strike was even greater than that of a boxer, making it easier to exert force here.

A loud roar came from somewhere.

"Click——"

The glass shattered with a crisp sound. Jiang Wenqing and Yin Su were both prepared with protective measures, and neither of them nor the child hiding behind the chair were injured by the glass.

Jiang Wenqing looked around and decided to use an acrylic ruler to tap the uneven windshield to create an opening large enough for one person to pass through.

Yin Su took off the clothes on his right arm and placed them in front of the windshield of the car to cushion himself. He carefully climbed out, jumped to the ground, and the rain instantly soaked his clothes. He turned to the side and pulled Jiang Wenqing, who was struggling a bit.

The tattoo on the man's right wrist looked somewhat menacing under the streetlights.

Bloody smell.

The ground was covered in a thin layer of blood.

Yin Su clenched his fists. This was the first time Jiang Wenqing had ever seen such a scene. It was a real brawl and hand-to-hand combat, not like the blood packs in the movies, but a brutal scene with every knife drawing blood.

Right in front of him was the man with the electric baton whose head had been blown off by Bo Bing's [Brazilian Capoeira] [Sacrifice Kick]. The man only had a nosebleed. Jiang Wenqing squatted down and used his hand to check the other man's breathing.

"Stop looking, he's dead," Yin Su said coldly. His godfather wouldn't hold back when his life was threatened. "If I'm not mistaken, Bo Bing kicked his cerebrospinal fluid out."

Upon hearing Yin Su's words, Jiang Wenqing could no longer bear it. He gagged twice, wiped the stomach acid from the corner of his mouth, and stood up unsteadily. His hands and feet were ice-cold, and he began to feel dizzy.

At this moment, Yin Su inappropriately recalled the scene of his confrontation with Bo Bing a couple of days ago. It seemed that the other party had held back quite a bit of strength back then and had shown mercy to him, not really targeting his vital points.

Otherwise, given the brutality of today's hand-to-hand combat, I would probably be either dead or crippled.

"You stay here and keep an eye on the children. Look for any usable equipment on them, contact the director, call the police... call an ambulance," Yin Su calmly gave the order. "I'll go find Bo Bing first."

He swept his wet, long hair behind his head and ran toward the bridge where Bo Bing had just run.

Jiang Wenqing first picked up the car keys that Bo Bing had left behind before leaving the car.

Then, he forced himself to stay awake in the rain, enduring the nausea of ​​the bloody smell, and searched the several wet and wrinkled "corpses." He actually found a working cell phone. Although he couldn't crack the password, he successfully contacted the local police station via emergency contact.

"Hello, this is..."

Upon hearing the other end of the phone, Jiang Wenqing felt as if she had grasped a lifeline. Her voice choked with emotion, and she spoke rapidly, "We're from the Tianci program crew. We were attacked by thugs near the overpass at the highway exit. They even kidnapped two children... One of our staff members is injured..."

"Please don't get agitated. Is it safe now? We received a report a short while ago and have already dispatched personnel and an ambulance."

"It's safe for now..." Jiang Wenqing sniffled, almost collapsing as he shouted, "Where are our crew members? How much longer until you arrive?"

"We've been gone for an hour, we should have arrived by now... Don't worry, is the injury serious?"

"This is serious...there are even dead!"

Jiang Wenqing's tense emotions found a breakthrough.

"Hello... What? A landslide... Wait a minute, the rain is too heavy on the road, and a landslide has buried the road?"

Faint conversations could be heard coming from the other side.

A landslide?

This place is near the mountains!

Jiang Wenqing's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale. He didn't even care that his phone had fallen into the water.

"Are you alright? Hello, hello... Safe zone... Awaiting rescue..."

Unable to stand up, Jiang Wenqing could only shout desperately towards the bridge.

"Teacher Yin Su, Bo Bing—come back quickly—there's a landslide here—"

His voice carried far through the valley.

On the other side, Yin Su saw Bo Bing squatting on the railing, clearly in an abnormal state, and his pupils contracted.

"Godfather, what are you doing? Come back here!"

Bo Bing didn't hear his words. Instead, she stood up steadily on the railing like a bird. A thunderclap rang in the sky, and the night was as bright as day.

Yin Su saw the excited, predatory smile on the other man's face, and fear gripped his heart. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, stretching out his hands in supplication.

"Godfather, please, come here..."

His tone was soft, as if he was afraid of upsetting Bo Bing.

But the other person seemed not to hear him, and a cold fire seemed to flicker in their eyes.

"Ha, who do you think I am?"

Bo Bing spoke as if to himself, his tone cold and arrogant, making it impossible for Yin Su to judge his state.

The next second, Bo Bing used the momentum to leap forward.

The Leap of Faith has been initiated.

Like a bird, fly freely.

Yin Su also heard Jiang Wenqing's shouts.

The gods, who were once high and mighty, now seemed to have had their bones ripped out, and were almost limp on the ground.