On the outskirts of Beijing, a secret base.

Military off-road vehicles drove to the base, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

Bang bang.

The car door opened, and a military leader with a majestic and burly physique stepped off the road.

He paced deeper into the base, followed by a large group of menacing men.

As he walked, the subordinates around him reported on their work.

Until the final information was determined, the majestic middle-aged soldier frowned: "All in vain?" ”

"All to no avail." The subordinate condensed the channel. "But I didn't return."

There are people who have evaporated from the world.

After being controlled by his personal freedom, he chose to commit suicide.

But the news was all blocked and not leaked.

"The stand-in for suicide has too much information." The subordinate said slowly. "Before he went, he had received a death order."

"The eldest lady is too anxious." The general's brow furrowed, lost in thought. "Doing so could ruin our entire plan."

"Even, even our secret base may be exposed."

The general quickened his pace and walked towards a black building shaped like an iron tower.

Creak.

The general pushed the door open.

Inside a rotating tower.

He sounded the alarm on the first floor, and in an instant, the entire building sounded a red siren.

The red light jumped, flashing on the resolute face of the middle-aged general, but it was inexplicably covered with a layer of slaughter.

Click.

Click.

In the dozen or so rooms on each floor of the tower, a man walked out.

They were wearing Beimang military uniforms, and more than a dozen faces, although there were subtle differences, but the whole was very uniform, which caught the eyes of the general.

The number one in this group of stand-ins lived in the iron tower eight years ago.

The latest to come was three years ago.

The first thing each stand-in has to do since he lived in the tower was to believe in himself, called Zhang Xiangbei.

And imitate everything about him.

The iron tower will provide them with all the information about Zhang Xiangbei, including his daily habits.

The alarm sounds, and the stand-ins know that something big is about to happen.

The last time the alarm was sounded, it was Zhang Xiangbei who died in battle.

Last time, it was Zhang Xiangbei who was promoted to the rank of young marshal of Beimang.

This time, why?

"Half a year later, Zhang Xiangbei will come back from the dead and hold a comeback ceremony."

The general raised his eyes and glanced at the stand-ins, and said with a grim expression the bombshell news of a flat thunder.

All the stand-ins had strange expressions, and vaguely, captured a key message.

How can a person be resurrected after death?

Dig up the ashes from the coffin?

The only answer is to find a man who is most like Zhang Xiangbei from their group of stand-ins and become Zhang Xiangbei.

From a stand-in, to a respect.

"Half a year later, Zhang Xiangbei, who stands on the stage and is interviewed by the world, will be born from your group." The general said with a calm gaze. "Whoever can meet our expectations will be able to go from behind the scenes, to the front of the stage, to stand in front of the world, and become a legend of Beimang."

The group of stand-ins had a frenzy in their eyes.

Since learning of Zhang Xiangbei's death, the work enthusiasm of this group of stand-ins has become lower and lower.

Some people even want to quit and want to go back to their former lives.

But now, after being a stand-in all their lives, they suddenly have the opportunity to become Zhang Xiangbei.

Everyone, scrappy.

Including those stand-ins who went out on a mission, they were also moved by these words.

"Standing in front of the stage, even if you can deceive the whole world, how can you deceive Beimang?"

A stand-in hesitated.

The general said word by word: "Beimang is more willing to believe that Zhang Xiangbei is alive than the whole world." ”

When the stand-ins heard this, they were speechless.

"Some of you have lived here for three years, some of you have lived here for five years, and the oldest of you have lived for eight years."

"I can tell you with certainty that you know Zhang Xiangbei even better than Zhang Xiangbei himself."

The general raised his eyes and looked around: "You still have half a year, whether to be a stand-in for a lifetime, or to become Zhang Xiangbei, the choice is in your own hands." ”

Everyone's emotions exploded completely.

Become Zhang Xiangbei?

Receiving the worship of millions of believers?

Standing on top of the world, enjoying flowers and applause?

These are two completely different lives from stand-ins.

No one would choose to be a stand-in.

No one wants to be someone else's refreshment, either.

After several years of tempering and nearly ten years of research, they already know Zhang Xiangbei well.

Even, when they practiced hard in the room and were fully in the groove.

They will always think that they are the Zhang Xiangbei who is full of light and glory.

No one is more like himself than himself, including Zhang Xiangbei himself.

The words of the general.

It's a light.

A strip of light shredded the tower, spilling light from every dark corner.

The eyes of all the stand-ins are full of fanaticism.

They only have to think that half a year later, when they will see the light of day again, standing on a stage full of light and receiving worship from believers from all over the world, they will be uncontrollably excited.

A raging fire burned in their bodies.

Before Zhang Xiangbei died, they failed to perform a stand-in mission.

After Zhang Xiangbei's death.

But they were born again.

He has the power to live a new life.

Put on Zhang Xiangbei's military uniform and stand in front of the world.

The general knew that his words had completely activated this group of stand-ins hidden in the dark.

Knock knock.

There was a sudden knock on the iron door.

A calm and determined voice came from outside the door.

"Who?"

The general frowned.

This building is a secret base built for doubles, and no one dares to trespass except for a few people.

Even if he came, he would never dare to disturb him to talk to the stand-ins.

"Zhang Xiangbei."

A cold and majestic voice sounded from outside the door.