He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The burly man possessed extraordinary strength. After falling to the ground, he yanked Shi Sanba aside and tried to pick up the machine gun on the ground, but was kicked away by Zhuang Xiaolong, who had come after him.

"You stinky monkey! Fuck you!"

The burly man, who looked like a large brown bear, suddenly roared.

With a whoosh, he drew the Nepalese kukri from his waist.

The blade was gleaming, radiating a chilling aura.

The next instant, the burly man roared again and charged toward Zhuang Xiaolong with an earth-shaking momentum.

However, the burly man froze after running only a few steps, standing there dumbfounded. When he looked up, he saw that Zhuang Xiaolong had already raised his rifle and aimed it at him.

The burly man felt utterly devastated.

This isn't a clash between firearms and melee weapons at all; it's clearly suicide and bullying!
In the brief moment between drawing his sword, Zhuang Xiaolong finally had time to raise his rifle.

"No!" the burly man exclaimed in surprise.

That angry and terrified expression seemed to be questioning the other party—why the hell aren't you playing by the rules?!
Zhuang Xiaolong smiled slightly, as if to say: Times have changed, and we must keep pace with the times!
Immediately, after a brief eye contact, Zhuang Xiaolong pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a burst of bullets struck the enemy in the chest, piercing the burly man's bulletproof vest.

The great brown bear collapsed in grief and anger, dying with its eyes wide open in disbelief.

Holy crap, that's ruthless!

Shi Sanba stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and gave Zhuang Xiaolong a thumbs up.

"Damn it, you little rascal, you've gotten smarter, you even know how to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses now."

"You're the one who's short!" Zhuang Xiaolong retorted irritably. "I call this 'concise and capable'!"

Having narrowly escaped death, the two resumed their usual bickering.

--boom!

Suddenly, a sniper rifle rang out.

Shi Sanba, who had just gotten up, groaned as he was hit in the shoulder by a bullet and immediately lay back down.

boom!
Another shot rang out, this time aimed at Zhuang Xiaolong.

But for some reason, the shot missed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhuang Xiaolong fell to the ground and rolled over, rushing to Shi Sanba's side, his face full of tension.

"You damn bitch! You damn bitch! You're not really going to become a damn bitch, are you?"

"Cough cough cough... Go easy!" Shi Sanba, who had been saved by the bulletproof vest, cursed weakly, "Even if I don't die, you'll shake me to death!"

Zhang Beixing, sniper rifle held at an angle, swiftly approached, and Zhuang Xiaolong alertly raised his gun.

"Don't get excited, it's me."

Zhang Beixing carefully examined the two men's injuries and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Just now, Zhang Beixing counter-sniped and took down the enemy sniper; otherwise, one of the two would have been killed.

"I won't die for now!" Zhuang Xiaolong replied firmly.

Zhang Beixing nodded. "Since it's alright, then hurry up and move Sanba away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow and his body reacted faster than his mind.

He darted behind a tree trunk to the side, leaving behind a large crater where he had been crouching.

Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly. There was another sniper!

The sniper was very alert and fled immediately when he saw that his shot had missed.

He began running through the woods, using the trees for cover, but instead of heading straight away, he kept circling around as if looking for a new opportunity to snipe.

Because this mercenary sniper was very confident.

He was dressed in a camouflage ghillie suit best suited for the terrain, equipped with anti-tracking cooling devices, making him impossible to detect in the forest with any modern technology.

But what the sniper didn't notice was that the moment he chose to attack Zhang Beixing and expose himself, a flock of inconspicuous sparrows had already circled above his head.

A glint flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes as he swiftly leaped out from behind the tree trunk, deftly completing a crouching aiming maneuver.

The movements were fluid and seamless; he immediately pulled the trigger.

As the sniper bullet is accelerated by the firing pin and twist, it passes through the long rifling grooves and bursts out with enormous destructive kinetic energy.

With a whoosh, it slammed into the enemy sniper's head almost simultaneously.

The sniper's flesh and brains scattered in the air like torn cotton wool.

Sadly, this once-skilled special forces sniper died without ever understanding how he had been exposed...

—Sizzle Sizzle
Accompanied by a warm electrical hum, Yu Fei's voice came through the headset communication channel.

"Captain Zhang! One of the targets escaped from the northwest!"

The target Yu Fei was referring to was naturally Old Cat, the leader of these mercenaries.

Each member of the Wolf Warriors team possesses exceptional individual skills. Despite being outgunned and outequipped, they still hold a significant numerical advantage, making their long-planned encirclement operation virtually unstoppable.

Zhang Beixing gently pressed the earpiece and replied, "Received, be careful."

Yu Fei's anxious, panting voice rang out intermittently: "I'm leading men in pursuit, but the target has planted multiple booby traps along the escape route. We've suffered heavy losses and are likely to lose them!"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Beixing hurriedly said, "You are no match for him. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Stop the pursuit where you are. I'll be there right away."

Yu Fei remained silent for a moment. Although he was unwilling, he knew that Zhang Beixing was right.

Old Cat is not someone they can handle. Even if they succeed in the pursuit, they will probably suffer more than half of their casualties.

In peacetime, no one can bear the responsibility for a victory bought with human lives.

"……clear."

Yu Fei sighed, ultimately choosing to obey orders.

Shao Bing walked over and looked at Zhang Beixing, saying, "I'll have a few people go with you."

Zhang Beixing shook his head and calmly said, "No need. You're too slow to catch up with me, and there are hidden landmines along the way, which would be too dangerous for you."

噶！
what?
Are the Wolf Warriors' soldiers too slow to catch up?
Shao Bing's tone faltered, and he instinctively wanted to retort, but seeing Zhang Beixing's calm and composed demeanor after a major battle, he naturally understood the difference between them.

He had witnessed Zhang Beixing's fierce and direct fighting prowess firsthand, and although he was still somewhat unconvinced, he no longer had any doubts.

Shao Bing nodded emphatically and asked tentatively, "Since there are booby traps along the way, why don't we have a few mine-clearing experts accompany us?"

"No need, he's my prey."

Zhang Beixing refused again, this time directly.

Shao Bing hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more.

"Hehe, no need, I'm a mine-clearing expert myself, several stories high."

Under Shao Bing's still slightly worried gaze, Zhang Beixing smiled faintly and pointed to himself.

"and……"

Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow and said jokingly, "I believe that as long as I run fast enough, the speed at which the landmine explodes will definitely not be able to catch up with me!"

Shao Bing looked at the overly confident Zhang Beixing with a serious expression, feeling utterly helpless. Zhang Beixing had rejected his good intentions several times; what else could he do but choose to believe him?

After a brief silence, Shao Bing suddenly exhaled a long breath.

As he ordered his men to begin clearing the battlefield, he patted Zhang Beixing on the shoulder with a solemn expression.

"Old Cat has injured so many of our comrades, he's got a blood debt to pay. He can't run away, Captain Zhang, we're waiting for your good news!"

Zhang Beixing nodded silently, his eyes filled with an unprecedented certainty, radiating a power that brought immense peace of mind.

"Salute!" Shao Bing shouted suddenly.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the members of the Wolf Warriors stopped what they were doing and gave Zhang Beixing a standard military salute.

Zhang Beixing stood at attention, straight and returned the salute, paying tribute to the fearlessness and bravery of the "Wolf Warriors," who fought for the country and deserved a salute!
Immediately, Zhang Beixing turned and left, his figure disappearing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, the rapid footsteps echoed through the forest as everyone watched Zhang Bei walk away, seemingly unafraid of the deadly danger lurking in the woods.

Even before Lao Mao fled, he had laid down a series of booby traps, which had already killed several members of the Wolf Warriors.

But these booby traps were nothing to Zhang Beixing.

At this moment, his pupils emitted a faint golden light, and all the booby traps buried deep underground were clearly visible in Zhang Beixing's line of sight.

Golden eyes appear!

Zhang Beixing's gaze swept across the forest, constantly scanning the hiding places of the booby traps, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

It must be said that Lao Mao's method of planting mines was extremely skillful. His technique and cunning were so sophisticated that even the warriors of the Wolf Warriors couldn't see through it.

No wonder he's a Navy SEAL veteran who participated in two Gulf Wars!

A cold smile appeared on Zhang Beixing's lips.

Only an opponent like that is worth killing with your own hands!

"Old cat, old cat, it used to take a lot of effort to figure out where you were running off to, but now you've laid out all the road signs for me, which has saved me a lot of trouble!"

"I should really thank you in person, you idiot."

Zhang Beixing examined the irregularly distributed booby traps, muttering to himself incessantly.

Without stopping, he continued running at full speed, chasing after the direction the old cat had fled.

These scattered booby traps are very telling; they can be used to determine the direction Old Cat fled.

If anyone were standing next to Zhang Beixing, they would be very surprised, because his running speed in the forest at this moment has reached a terrifying 60 yards!
This is the speed at which a person can run on two legs; if they participated in any race, they could easily win.

Like a gust of wind howling through the mountains and forests, it covered a great distance in an instant.

Old Cat's somewhat disheveled figure finally came into Zhang Beixing's sight; he was desperately running away.

Even though the cautious old cat had traveled so far, it still dared not let its guard down for safety.

But at that moment, a very faint cracking sound came from behind, and the old cat's keen senses immediately detected Zhang Beixing's arrival.

Having experienced countless bloody battles, the mercenary leader quickly slipped behind a large tree, his sniper rifle instantly aimed at Zhang Beixing.

"boom!"

Without hesitation, Old Cat pulled the trigger. The massive, spinning bullet sliced ​​through the air and hurtled toward Zhang Beixing at supersonic speed.

Such an astonishing firing response was anything but sudden.

But Zhang Beixing didn't panic at all. His eyes could clearly see the trajectory of the bullet, and he ducked down, miraculously dodging it.

Behind them, a bullet pierced the trunk of a large tree, leaving a transparent hole, and wood chips flew everywhere in an instant.

The old cat stared wide-eyed in disbelief, its face full of astonishment.

He still didn't believe that the enemy dodged the bullets by reaction speed; he guessed it must have been by chance or prediction.

He aimed again at Zhang Beixing's hiding place, waiting for him to show his face before pulling the trigger.

Zhang Beixing didn't linger. With a powerful leap, he emerged from behind the boulder, like a phantom, and continued to approach the old cat.

In the old cat's scope, only a blurry afterimage could be seen.

Old Cat, oblivious to his shock, pulled the trigger again and fired another shot.

But the person who was shot was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, the old cat vaguely realized something and was shocked.

Looking up, he saw that Zhang Beixing was only a few dozen meters away from him, and it seemed that he would catch him red-handed at any moment.

"Clap clap clap..."

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. For once, the bandit leader Old Cat panicked, dropping his sniper rifle and drawing his pistol to fire a flurry of shots at Zhang Beixing.

The dense barrage of bullets formed a vast, seamless net.

But Zhang Beixing dodged left and right like a martial arts master, as if he were dodging punches and kicks from an enemy.

It must be said that the machine gun fire slowed down Zhang Beixing's advance.

But he continued to approach the old cat at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old cat even made a hissing sound, seemingly to bolster its courage, but it still couldn't hide its inner fear.

He had already experienced his opponent's skills firsthand. In his mind, how could such a master have ever appeared among a group of boy scouts in China?!

Dozens of bullets were scattered densely in all directions around Zhangbei, and Lao Mao's fingers were starting to hurt from repeatedly pulling the trigger.

He discovered with despair that the magazine of bullets had already been emptied.

Damn, we're out of bullets!

Old Cat broke out in a cold sweat and quickly retreated while taking out another magazine to reload it.

But without the pressure, Zhang Beixing wouldn't give him a chance to change magazines. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he pounced on him in an instant.

Old Cat glanced back and realized the gun was no longer useful. His tension spiked instantly, and he decisively discarded it without hesitation.

"Chinese soldiers! COME ON!"

Old Cat roared and charged toward Zhang Beixing. In this final moment, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Only one of them can live!
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, his indifferent voice like a final judgment against him.

"Hmph, you're asking for death..."

Old Cat, a world-class mercenary!
After all, he was a well-established veteran mercenary leader, a retired veteran of the world-class special forces unit—the Navy SEALs.

He had undergone the most rigorous training, and no one could imagine how many people he had killed. He was almost unmatched in the past.

Old Cat naturally has absolute confidence!
If you don't have a gun, then use your fists!
Killing the enemy is the ultimate goal; the one who survives is the true victor!
Old Cat roared and unleashed a powerful punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, towards Zhang Beixing, as if this punch, if it landed, could injure or cripple his opponent.

There was a time when, while on a mission, he used his fists to kill countless monkeys in the southern border region in search of food.

Now, he figured Zhang Beixing wouldn't dare take the punch head-on and would definitely dodge it, so he had already prepared a follow-up killing move.

Given even the slightest opening, Old Cat was confident he had a hundred ways to kill Zhang Beixing right in front of him!
But to everyone's surprise, Zhang Beixing didn't dodge or evade at all; he simply raised his hand and casually blocked the punch. (End of Chapter)