I have a persona specifically for acting.

“Yes, get out of the car, just like that…”

Seeing that the only man was staying in the car, Tong Zhao got out alone, and the thief showed a satisfied, sinister smile.

Tong Zhao exited the car slowly, so slowly that it should have attracted the attention of a professional.

Unfortunately…

The thief in front of her wasn’t a trained police officer or a seasoned gang member but just a thug who had survived a little longer in the virus outbreak. Since the main characters lacked special abilities, the screenwriter and template team wouldn’t set up overly harsh scenarios to force their death.

In reality, if the confrontation became too dire, the director would find ways to introduce some last-minute adjustments to turn the situation around.

The thief only saw half of Tong Zhao’s body.

As she was about to fully exit the car, she suddenly drew her gun and fired multiple shots aimed at his legs, turning them into a bloody mess in an instant!

“Oh, damn it, how dare this bitch, where did she get a gun…”

The thief cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that he had lost his ability to move, Tong Zhao didn’t fire another shot at him but instead aimed at the remaining people in the off-road vehicle.

…

[Damn, the princess is so fierce.]

[I actually worried about Zhao for a moment there, sorry. Here’s a virtual cigarette for Zhao.]

[Victim 1, finally taking action against living people!]

A gust of wind blew, lifting Tong Zhao’s jet-black short hair and revealing her delicate, porcelain-like white face. In stark contrast to her earlier cold demeanor in the car, she now wore a triumphant smile: “If a hockey stick and a knife are your strongest weapons, then it’s time for me to set the rules of the game. Everyone get out of the car!”

The thieves were stunned.

Feng Sisi was also frightened. She grabbed Song Kaiyu’s arm, nearly in tears: “Oh my God, how could my sister anger those people? Couldn’t we have just given away some of our supplies? We already left a lot at the gas station… Did she really shoot at them?”

She still hoped for a peaceful resolution through negotiation.

Song Kaiyu hesitated but disagreed with her logic: “These people clearly aren’t good. It wouldn’t be solved just by giving up some supplies. Even if we gave everything, they might not spare us, and did you hear? They also want women.”

Feng Sisi was disheartened by his scolding.

Song Kaiyu kept his eyes fixed on the off-road vehicle, gripping his small gun tightly: “I need to find a way to help Yanqi…”

The ideal situation would be cooperation among multiple people.

Tong Zhao was the attacker, with two teammates in the car providing fire support. Unfortunately, their shooting skills were poor; they could barely manage blind shooting at zombies. It was unrealistic to expect them to accurately hit enemies during close combat. Tong Zhao didn’t want to risk being shot by her teammates, so she gave up on relying on them.

But she still handed the gun to her boyfriend, investing in a potential asset.

“Bitch!”

The accomplices in the car cursed, and a dark hole appeared. Tong Zhao shouted for everyone to get down, using the car as cover, and clenched her teeth: “Get out of the car, we have to fight them!”

Their vehicle had gasoline, and if it exploded, everyone inside would be done for.

Song Kaiyu didn’t immediately think of this and, believing his girlfriend needed help, got out of the car without hesitation. Only Feng Sisi stayed inside the car, hiding from the bullets and refusing to come out.

Song Kaiyu didn’t force her, but squeezed next to Tong Zhao: “Is there anything I can do?”

Tong Zhao pulled a cigarette from her pocket: “Light this for me.”

…

Song Kaiyu quickly used a lighter to ignite the cigarette in her mouth.

“Alright, I’ll rush out and kill them all. Don’t shoot randomly. If I get restrained, you start shooting. I’ll try to turn his body towards you… Got it?”

“Understood.”

Song Kaiyu nodded quickly.

Tong Zhao examined him for a moment more, making sure he truly understood, before giving a slight nod.

The thieves continued to threaten, but upon seeing that the Asians were armed, they dared not rush in easily, resulting in a standoff.

Then, Tong Zhao heard the sound of an engine starting.

Her pupils contracted—

In a situation where they had inferior firepower, using the off-road vehicle to try and ram Song Kaiyu’s ordinary car was a viable strategy. She indeed had no time left; how could she physically confront a vehicle? She wasn’t a superhero.

She had to rely on the thieves’ poor shooting skills, and their lack of ruthlessness compared to hers.

When the narrow path meets, the brave prevail!

“I’m going.”

Tong Zhao darted out, crouching to minimize her target area.

She didn’t just rush out; she also fired her gun continuously to cover her advance. The situation unfolded as she had expected. In their panic, even though the robbers emptied their bullets, their accuracy was atrocious. By the time Tong Zhao charged into the vehicle, they had only managed to hit her thigh…

[Tong Zhao went all out!]

[Damn, slow-motion, slow-motion, I need to see this in slow-mo!]

[Give up… Slow-motion can only be watched with a purchase, oh my god, Tong Zhao’s real self is so brave… Did the director implant combat skills into her memory? But such life-or-death courage can’t be simulated by a template… I’m starting to get curious about the actor herself.]

[Tong Zhao is amazing!!! (Very loud)]

Tong Zhao’s Superman-like performance completely conquered the audience.

“Damn…”

Even Superman can bleed and feel pain. She furrowed her brow and let out the first curse word spoken by the protagonist in the series. The remaining robbers, barely clinging to life, stared at this Eastern girl with a face younger than most white high school students with confusion and suspicion: “Who exactly are you?”

Tong Zhao gave them a cold glance.

With severe injuries and blood loss, the robbers’ vision began to blur, and they could only see a flickering flame.

She exhaled a smoke ring and smiled: “Wing Chun.”

……

[……Hey!]

[The stereotype that all Chinese people know martial arts is hard to shake.]

[Tong Zhao’s teasing made me really happy :D]

“I’m just kidding; I’m actually a high school PE teacher,” Tong Zhao said, patting one of the big men’s faces, ash falling onto his nose. “You ended up in this situation because you didn’t study hard enough back in the day. Now, let me give you your last lesson.”

“Damn, the thing I hate most in life is teachers… How could a teacher possibly have such good marksmanship…”

“Maybe it’s because I had extra time after being forced to take English, math, physics, and chemistry classes, so I used that time to practice shooting.”

This was a made-up story.

There was no such plot setting.

Tong Zhao casually stubbed out the cigarette on his arm: “We Chinese believe in reincarnation. Remember to be a good person in your next life, attend classes properly, and respect women.”

She poked her head out and waved to her teammates: “Come over here.”

Song Kaiyu hurried over.

“Move the bodies from the car and bring over the supplies. We’re switching to this vehicle; it’s more durable.”

The headlights were smashed when the SUV forced them to stop earlier, and Tong Zhao didn’t want to leave any safety hazards. Plus, the SUV was better at resisting zombie attacks. Song Kaiyu was dazed by the first sentence, but since he had just said he would find a way to help his girlfriend, he gritted his teeth and carried on.

He asked quietly, “Yanqi, aren’t you scared?”

[It’s likely that our boss, Zhao, isn’t afraid of mere mortal emotions.]

[One cigarette, boundless magical power.]

[555555 The little one must be very scared. Hugs to our little hero.]

Tong Zhao sat in the passenger seat of the SUV, the car’s dim light casting a glow on her nose and lips. In an instant, she looked cold and beautiful, almost unearthly, like a knife quietly shining in the dark. How could a knife have fearful emotions?

“I’m afraid. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Tong Zhao turned her gaze to him, her eyes having been tested under close-up scrutiny:

“I’m afraid of death, afraid of pain, and of course, afraid of zombies. I fear everything a normal person would fear, but my emotions can be separated from my actions. I want to survive, and ideally, I want everyone to survive with me.”

For some reason, when she said the last sentence, Tong Zhao sounded unusually resolute.

One reason is that Duan Ge’s mission in the apocalypse scenario was to save specific characters. The second reason is that Duan Ge is one of the kinder personalities in Tong Zhao.

Because Duan Ge had witnessed cruelty and misfortune in the apocalypse scenario, she deeply understood the bright, warm, and soft aspects of human nature. That’s why Tong Zhao was confident in having her play the role in the film. Duan Ge would neither be an annoying saint nor a terrifying villain.

She could be ruthless in combat, but her underlying personality is gentle.

After hearing this, Song Kaiyu was speechless.

He was overwhelmed with regret.

How could he have asked such a rude question, “Aren’t you afraid?” just because his girlfriend seemed strong? Yan Qi, like him, was a human who feared pain and death, but she endured her fear to protect him and to survive.

The audience shared his thoughts.

From the start of the broadcast, Tong Zhao’s portrayal had been that of a tough, no-nonsense heroine, who shows no fear. While they enjoyed the thrill and felt the show was worth the price, there was a sense of distance. After all, gods and humans are different, and the killing god was impressive.

When Tong Zhao admitted her fear, she transformed from a deity into a human.

It wasn’t that she was no longer impressive, but rather that the audience could now empathize with her.

On the barrage, fewer people were calling her “Empress,” and more were starting to refer to her as “Zhao-ge,” with some even calling her “Wife” and “Zhao-cub”—

Song Kaiyu gave her a long look, his eyes reddened as he awkwardly turned away. “I’ll go get our stuff.”

“Okay, bring me the makeup bag from the car.”

“Sure.”

[Makeup bag 23333 It’s true that wanting to look good is a woman’s nature.]

[The empress who wouldn’t step out without new clothes is back!]

Song Kaiyu thought, just like the barrage, that Tong Zhao wanted to do her makeup and found her cute, so he smiled slightly. He worried that the items in her bag might not be enough, so he asked Feng Sisi, who had been hiding in the backseat pretending to be dead, “Can I borrow the makeup bag? Your sister needs it.”

Feng Sisi stared at him in disbelief. “What time is it, and she’s still thinking about makeup?”

After speaking, she remembered that she should also touch up her makeup and mumbled, “No, I need to use mine. Just use hers.”

The audience was used to this selfish behavior from the younger sister.

Some even noted her lines as the most classic example of a petty “true self” for the second half of the year.

Song Kaiyu didn’t force her and hurriedly handed the makeup bag to Tong Zhao.

“Thanks.”

She lit another cigarette, still holding it between her lips.

Can a woman do her makeup while smoking? The audience grew a bit curious.

At this point, Song Kaiyu had already started to reluctantly move the bodies from the car. He deserved some screen time, but Tong Zhao’s next action immediately drew the attention of the AI, and the director couldn’t bear to cut away the shot—

Tong Zhao cut open a section of her shorts, revealing the area where she had been shot.

That piece of snow-white skin had already turned into an ugly, bright red.