Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The gray van couldn't stop and drove almost all the way down the slope.

—Damn it, that madman.

The driver stepped on the contents of the bag under the foot pedal.

But the driver was clearly panicked. Although he didn't know where this guy came from, he figured that if he died, there would be no way to prove anything. They could complete this job, change their identities, and continue living a carefree life.

He deliberately braked sharply to the left and right, trying to throw the "monster" off the roof of the car.

Unfortunately, thin ice is not so easy to deal with.

"Hey, behave and get off the car, or this child will suffer..."

The middle-aged man with the stun gun had sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes, and uneven, yellowed, and blackened teeth.

The man's mental state had clearly become unclear under the stimulation of the "monster" perception. He blinked his cloudy eyes and grabbed one of the children by the neck with his hand. The immense pressure caused the child's face to gradually turn purple, and he began to cough in the rain.

He freed one hand and raised the stun gun to demonstrate against Bo Bing.

If it were anyone else, upon hearing this, they might jump out of the car and give up the confrontation, perhaps even letting the criminals release the child. But clearly, he had encountered a shrew.

—He's still the guy with system help.

Bo Bing was well aware that even if she could jump out of the car right now as he suggested, they would not let her go and harm the child.

His eyes were lowered, filled with ruthlessness.

His voice was deep and calm. "What if I say no?"

The man knelt on the chair, perhaps about to pull out his trump card, but found that Bo Bing wasn't having any of it and had already angered her.

"You dare—I have the people you want in my hands, right? Huh? Did you hear me? Believe me or not, I'll kill them all—"

The man was in a frenzy, almost screaming.

The car suddenly accelerated.

Bo Bing didn't investigate the reason for the increased speed; the system had already informed him.

[200 meters ahead, entering the tunnel]

[Tunnel Height Restriction]

When the man saw that his plan had failed, a sly smile appeared on his lips.

"You son of a bitch, don't blame me for not warning you!"

With a flick of his right hand, a needle instantly appeared on the child's neck.

--syringe.

Bo Bing's pupils constricted.

The other person thought he had intimidated the young man on the roof, his eyes filled with a sticky malice.

"You know I'm afraid to use a stun gun on a rainy day? You think I'm helpless? You son of a bitch... Hehe, how about this thing...?"

The man pressed the syringe onto the child's skin.

“This is a highly concentrated extract of a tranquilizer,” the man chuckled triumphantly. “If it can’t be metabolized, it’s extremely addictive. We usually call this…”

— Drug alternatives.

The use and sale of prohibited drugs are strictly prohibited in China.

Some addicted criminals, unable to obtain the drugs they need, turn to hospitals for their own purposes. Some addicts even go so far as to feign illness and seek illegal channels to obtain tranquilizers from hospitals, then use machines to centrifuge them and extract some of the components for illegal synthesis.

Bo Bing had no idea what was inside.

But he could guess the general idea.

These heartless individuals not only trafficked children but also became involved in illegal drug trafficking.

This is going to be difficult.

[5 seconds until entering the tunnel]

fleeting.

The man thought his scheme had succeeded.

Almost the instant we entered the tunnel.

As the man moved from a dimly lit area to a brightly lit area, he blinked reflexively.

【Bloody Hands】The hardness of your hands' bones has been increased by 400%, greatly enhancing your grip strength. You can now easily tear apart buffalo horns.

The system's cold, electronic voice sounded.

The youth's body transformed into a black arrow.

One second the man saw Bo Bing standing on the roof of the car, the next second the young man's face appeared in front of him, with his hands outstretched.

Fisheye magnification?

Hey?

What... is going on?

The man felt as if the young man in his field of vision was distorted by a fisheye, with an enormous head and pupils, as if he were looking at someone through a peephole.

—The young man's merciless, blood-red eyes were pressed extremely close.

The syringe and stun gun fell onto the car seat instantly.

It didn't make a loud noise.

But the driver heard a very crisp sound.

"Click——"

It was the sound of bones, the sound of a neck bone being crushed by bare hands.

The child's innocent cough and the child's muffled crying from the back seat rang out alternately, and the driver looked back through the middle rearview mirror.

The black-haired youth, with his back to the rearview mirror, filled the car with the stench of blood emanating from him. He tossed the man, whose eyeballs were bulging, onto a seat to the side.

The huge knife wound on his back, soaked by the rain and with the skin white and swollen, was still gushing blood, which dripped from the young man's fingertips onto the corpse.

Bo Bing flung his hand away in disgust, and a line of blood shot out and landed on the car window.

He whirled around, his monstrous eyes meeting the driver's in the rearview mirror.

The driver was trembling all over.

"Before you kill someone, be prepared to be killed."

The young man's cold words sounded more like a declaration than advice.

Bo Bing raised her hand, grabbed the iron railing on the barrier, and slowly pulled it apart to both sides amidst the driver's fearful gaze.

The driver slammed on the brakes, reached under the seat with one hand, and unbuckled his seatbelt, attempting to open the door and jump out of the car to escape.

The car suddenly lurched and hurtled towards the guardrail of the river below the bridge.

The tires were grinding against the concrete, producing a cloud of blue smoke from overload.