He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

With Squad Leader Lao Gao, an acquaintance, at the military region's mess hall, Zhang Beixing, the big eater, was never hungry.

The 100% perfect fusion of the Super Soldier Serum allowed Zhang Beixing's physical abilities to make a leap forward, with all his physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people by more than ten times.

However, at the same time, Zhang Beixing's energy consumption is becoming increasingly significant, requiring him to replenish large amounts of nutritious food anytime and anywhere.

Fortunately, the military region provides meals, so no soldier goes hungry. Otherwise, Zhang Beixing would have been really worried that he wouldn't be able to support himself with his meager monthly allowance.

Although he earns tens of thousands of yuan a month, in this era of soaring prices, it's really not enough for someone who eats as much as him.

Old Gao was a generous man, and as the head of the canteen, he certainly wouldn't let Zhang Beixing go hungry.

He personally cooked, filling Zhang Beixing and An Ran's bellies until they were round and plump, like two balls.

"belch--"

Zhang Beixing and An Ran leaned back in their chairs contentedly, patting their round little bellies, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

They say no, but their actions tell a different story.

With Lao Gao's culinary skills improving, An Ran enjoyed the meal immensely, eating as much as Zhang Beixing.

The table was a mess of cups and plates, but seeing the two of them eating happily, Lao Gao, who had cooked the meal himself, was also beaming with joy.

There is no greater praise for a chef than finishing every last bite of his food.

Zhang Beixing and An Ran were both so full that they sprawled out on their chairs, completely disregarding their image.

Old Gao, who was eating wontons, couldn't help but chuckle as he stood to the side.

"My goodness, what are you two doing?"

"Why do you all look like you haven't eaten for days? Anyone who didn't know better would think the military canteen is mistreating you. It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together. You two are quite a perfect match."

Looking at the gleaming dishes on the table, An Ran blushed and couldn't help but glare at Zhang Beixing with a hint of resentment.

Hmph, it's not that she's greedy, it's all because Zhang Beixing led her astray!
Before the two left, Lao Gao gave An Ran some earnest advice.

"From now on, come find the class monitor whenever you want to eat something. You don't have to wait for Zhang Beixing to bring you. The class monitor will cook whatever you crave."

My ladylike image was completely destroyed on our first meeting, leaving me with the impression of a glutton. Ugh, how embarrassing!

Thinking of this, An Ran's cheeks flushed even more, shy and bashful, somewhat like a peony bud about to bloom.

She pinched Zhang Beixing's waist with a slight pinch, as if scolding him.

When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lustful desires. The two, having eaten and drunk their fill, walked hand in hand all the way.

The two were inseparable. Zhang Beixing escorted An Ran all the way back to the female soldiers' dormitory before reluctantly parting ways.

There was a female soldier on duty outside the dormitory. She got up and stopped Zhang Bei from taking another step forward.

"Female soldiers' dormitory area, officer, please wait."

Zhang Beixing paused, then explained gently, "You misunderstood. I was just seeing her off; I didn't intend to go up."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing suddenly felt inexplicably amused.

This statement sounds like a sophistry, quite similar to the phrase "I'll just rub against it, I won't go in"...

If someone hadn't stopped him, Zhang Beixing would have been really interested in seeing what An Ran's dormitory looked like.

Haha, this just goes to show that a man's words are deceitful.

Zhang Beixing, without batting an eye, chuckled to himself and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, no man is any good."

Reluctantly, the two had to part ways.

Watching An Ran reluctantly walk up the dormitory stairs, turning back every three steps, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but chuckle at her retreating figure, then let out a self-deprecating laugh.

In the past, when I saw other couples showing affection, I couldn't help but curse them as "dog couple" and say, "Those who show off their love will die quickly!"
But when it came to my turn, it was... hehe, it's really delicious.

With a satisfied smile on his lips, Zhang Beixing turned and left the female soldiers' dormitory area under the watchful gaze of the female sentry.

……

It has been some time since the battle between the red blood cells and the scorpion's wolf fangs avenged their defeat.

But as the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Their enemy, Scorpion, is an internationally renowned elite. Scorpion's mercenary squad consists of retired special forces soldiers from various countries, and their combat power should not be underestimated.

Scorpion and his mercenary squad are fierce and ruthless. For more than a decade, they have committed major crimes and murders all over the world, running rampant and unscrupulous. Not to mention other countries, even in mainland China, the military and police have suffered bloodshed and sacrifice.

However, there are always stronger players out there.

From the day the scorpion provoked the red blood cell and encountered Zhang Beixing, its demise was inevitable!
In the battle to avenge their defeat, although the Red Cell team won a great victory, all the team members except Zhang Beixing were covered in wounds.

Zhang Beixing was not actually satisfied with this.

According to his plan, the Red Cell Special Operations Team, which he had personally trained, should at least be able to avoid serious injury, even if the opponent was the experienced Scorpion mercenaries, and it would be inevitable that they would have to put in some effort.

However, in Zhang Beixing's view, the outcome of the battle could only be described as a Pyrrhic victory.

It still falls short of his expectations.

In particular, Li Erniu and Xu Tianlong, one with a knife wound and the other with a gunshot wound to the abdomen, have finally been out of danger after being rescued by the military hospital.

A Nepalese kukri blade pierced through Xu Tianlong's chest, and Erniu was shot through the abdomen; both were seriously injured. Although they were out of danger, they would need to remain in the hospital for observation.

Facing the upcoming World Tank Championship, Zhang Beixing originally planned to lead the entire Red Cell team to go abroad to deal with Minden's retaliation in a more relaxed manner.

Whether it's Minden's armed group or the mercenary Old Cat, they're nothing but chickens and dogs in front of Red Cell Blade.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. With all the red blood cells injured, Zhang Beixing had no choice but to go to the meeting alone.

On his way back to the Red Blood Cell Training Base, Zhang Beixing had already begun to make plans.

Thinking that after the tank competition comes to an end, I will have to give the red blood cells another month of grueling training.

After Zhang Beixing escorted An Ran back to her dormitory, he went to the library and borrowed a bunch of professional books on military vehicles from around the world, including but not limited to tanks.

Although I don't have many merit points left, after the Scorpion battle, I only have a little over a thousand merit points. I can't expect to demonstrate my extraordinary skills for the time being, but it's always better to be prepared.

With a book in hand, I feel at ease.

This had long been a habit for Zhang Beixing, ingrained in his very being.

The dormitory had been quiet lately. When Zhang Beixing pushed open the door, he saw He Chenguang lying on the floor doing physical training.

He Chenguang wore only a black vest, his muscles were clearly defined, exuding a powerful and beautiful aura.

At this moment, he is doing push-ups and sit-ups, drenched in sweat.

After the battle, Xu Tianlong and Li Erniu were seriously injured and hospitalized. This week, Wang Yanbing is on duty to look after and care for them, so there are only three people left in the dormitory.

Aside from He Chenguang and Zhang Beixing, the remaining one was naturally Song Kaifei, whose cheek was grazed by a bullet.

At this very moment, he was fast asleep in his dormitory bed, completely oblivious to the world around him. Zhang Beixing was practically banging drums and gongs in his ear, but he simply wouldn't wake up.

According to the pilot himself, he needed to get enough beauty sleep to restore his handsome appearance, and he remained completely silent about any external disturbances. Before the scars on his face healed, Song Kaifei was determined not to go out and see anyone!
Zhang Beixing was helpless about this. After giving him a disdainful look, he had no choice but to turn around and walk away.

There was no other way; it seemed that he and He Chenguang would have to attend the dinner specially invited by Chief of Staff Fan together.

After finishing the last set of training, He Chenguang immediately leaped up from the ground with a somersault.

With a flushed, excited look on his face from exercise, he asked eagerly, "Captain Zhang, when can I get my body as good as yours?"

Zhang Beixing casually replied, "A fine sword is forged through tempering. Take your time, there's no rush. Let's deal with the dinner first."

He Chenguang nodded, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "Shall we set off now?"

Zhang Beixing waved his hand: "No rush, go take a shower first, don't let your sweaty smell bother people."

"Hey, good."

He Chenguang chuckled foolishly, picked up a basin and towel from under the bed, turned around and ran out.

……

As evening fell, He Chenguang and Zhang Beixing walked out of the military region gate together.

Since they were going out and had no special requirements, both of them took off their military uniforms and changed into civilian clothes that they hadn't worn in a long time.

But the training the military instilled in each person cannot be erased by clothing; even without their uniforms, their spirit and energy cannot be concealed.

Anyone who pays close attention will be able to tell that these are two soldiers!

The two men handed over their military officer IDs, which the sentry at the gate took, checked, saluted, and let them pass.

Behind them, the sacrosanct sign of the guards gradually faded into the distance.

A taxi sped along the suburban highway toward Donghai city.

Neither Zhang Beixing nor He Chenguang knew much about Chief of Staff Fan Tianlei's wife.

Although He Chenguang had known Fan Tianlei since childhood and the two families had frequent contact, Fan Tianlei had already divorced his wife when he was young, and he had never met Aunt Zhang many times.

Zhang Beixing was the same; all that was known was that the chief of staff's wife's surname was Zhang, and that she ran a five-star hotel in Donghai City with a wide range of businesses...

Simply put, she is quite wealthy. Ms. Zhang is also one of the well-known female entrepreneurs in Donghai City and a strong woman.

After divorcing his wife, Fan Tianlei devoted himself to the military's development. He rarely left the military region except when on duty, and he left most of the couple's shared property to his wife. It seemed that Fan Tianlei's life was dedicated to the military.

The place Zhang Beixing and his group were going to was the marital home that Fan Tianlei and his wife had bought years ago. It was located in the center of Donghai City, surrounded by subways, buses, and shopping malls, making it a very prosperous area.

However, prosperity also means a large number of vehicles and pedestrians, making traffic congestion very likely.

When visiting someone's home, it's only natural to bring a gift first.

After the two finished shopping and were carrying a lot of gifts, unsurprisingly, the taxi was stuck at an intersection in the city.

No matter how hard the driver honked the horn, the congested traffic showed no sign of moving forward.

Zhang Beixing glanced at his phone; it was still early, so there was no rush, but being stuck in traffic like this wasn't a solution.

"Driver, is this road always congested?"

The taxi driver shook his head in bewilderment, looking equally confused.

"No, that's not true. I always take this route, and it's not even rush hour yet. Why are there so many cars stuck in traffic up ahead?"

As he spoke, the driver leaned forward to look ahead and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's strange, why is it so lively today..."

"Judging from this, it won't be over in less than an hour or two."

Hearing what the driver said, Zhang Beixing checked the map on his phone, thought it over, and simply paid the fare and called He Chenguang to get off the bus together.

"It's less than ten kilometers. Instead of wasting time here, I might as well run there."

"Sure, no problem!" He Chenguang's eyes lit up, and he stretched his wrists and ankles, looking eager to try. "Shall we have a competition?"

Since his last return, the scorpion has died, and the knot in He Chenguang's heart that had troubled him for many years has been untied. He has become more cheerful than ever before.

He did nothing else but train wholeheartedly every day, seemingly always wanting to compete with Zhang Beixing, seizing every opportunity to spar.

Zhang Beixing accepted all comers' invitations with a chuckle: "Let's compete, but just competing is no fun, let's have some stakes."

"Sure, what's the prize?"

"The loser runs naked across the playground."

"Damn it!" He Chenguang gritted his teeth, "I'll compete!"

Zhang Beixing smiled and said there was no rush.

As he spoke, under He Chenguang's surprised gaze, Zhang Beixing raised his hand and pointed ahead, saying leisurely, "It seems there's something interesting up ahead, let's go take a look."

After saying that, Zhang Beixing turned and left. He Chenguang had no choice but to obediently follow behind him.

No wonder the intersection was so congested; it turned out that the road ahead was completely blocked by a crowd of onlookers. It was difficult for people to even pass through, let alone cars.

The Chinese people are arguably the most enthusiastic crowds in the world; wherever there are many people, there is bound to be something exciting to see.

The crowd was noisy, packed with men, women, and children, layer upon layer.

At first, Zhang Beixing thought there was a group fight, but when he got closer, he found that it was an old man selling goods on the street, which attracted more and more passersby to watch.

Selling goods is not unusual, nor could it attract so many onlookers, but the items the old man was selling were truly extraordinary.

As time went on, more and more people gathered.

However, although many people gathered around to watch what the old man was selling, not a single person was willing to buy it.

Even so, many people still couldn't help but interrupt and ask questions.

"Hey old man, what exactly did you sell?"

After the Minor Snow solar term, as deep winter approaches, the weather in Donghai City becomes increasingly cold.

Although it hadn't snowed yet, the sky was overcast with rolling dark clouds.

Around 4 p.m., as evening approached, even the incessant honking of car horns during the upcoming rush hour couldn't dispel the gloomy chill.

On the bustling streets, almost everyone's breath turned to frost.

Even in such cold weather, the enthusiasm of the onlookers remained undiminished.

Near a busy intersection, the area was overcrowded with people, and the source of the traffic jam was right there.

An old man selling goods, as if he hadn't been to the city for many years, pushed an old-fashioned iron cart and blocked the roadside at the intersection.

The desire to watch a spectacle is contagious; before long, more and more onlookers gathered in the area. (End of Chapter)