"Cut! Cut! Cut! This take won't do!"
"Hey, comrade... you damn... no wait, could you smile a bit? Your current expression looks less like you're protecting the public and more like you're going to bust some bandits... it's just so..."
Inside a photography studio located somewhere in the Beijing Headquarters building.
Wu Liang faced the camera with lifeless eyes, speaking lines and declarations.
He finally decided to take on this task. After all, if humanity really reaches the final stage and needs to enter the Peach Blossom Spring created by mom, the more heroic he looks in front of the public, the more trust he can earn.
But... at most, he just looks a bit helpless. How can that be compared to going on an anti-bandit campaign!
Moreover, the fact that even the photographer couldn't help but curse proves that the psychic-level repulsion has a significant impact on normal people.
