"Damn, these rats that don't know when they're beaten. It feels like they'll never stop coming."
A pair of combat boots appeared before Zhang Yang, heavy and powerful. It was easy to imagine how heroic their owner must be.
"Captain, seven are dead, but two combat vehicles got away. Also, we killed one big rat. The rest were small fry. Should we keep chasing them?"
"Forget it. We have a more important mission. I'll explain the latest intelligence. A guy codenamed Crab from the Fourth War Zone has also infiltrated this movie. So far, though, we still don't know what role he's playing in it. That's why the higher-ups want us to investigate all the random passerby roles apart from the male and female leads and the important supporting characters."
"No way, Captain. There must be hundreds of thousands of random passerby roles in this movie, Invasion. Can we really investigate them all?" someone exclaimed.
"Idiots. It's not just us investigating. The camera side is looking into it too. After all, whether it's that big crab or these rats trying to fish in troubled waters, their ultimate goal is to enter the camera's shot. Only by entering the world inside the shot can they cause trouble."
"But remember this: we can't enter the world inside the shot. If we're forced to enter, we must report back afterward, so we don't cause unrelated trouble."
The attackers soon left, leaving behind seven gruesome corpses. Before long, the stench of blood attracted the natives of this world—a kind of animal with fleshy wings. They couldn't fly and could only glide, but they could also swim through swamps.
Yet suddenly, a corpse whose head had been crushed flat and whose stomach had been pierced by a gaping hole came back to life. Who else