He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

what the hell?

How could someone as remarkable as myself only have an assassination rating of B?
This is clearly looking down on people!

I think the guy who assigned me that grade is a complete idiot!
Upon hearing Lei Zhan's words, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but feel a surge of dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, who do you think you are? I should at least be rated S-class, right? Don't you have any taste? Trash!"

What?
Are there people who actually hope to achieve an S-rank assassination level?
Isn't this just asking for trouble?

I really don't understand Zhang Beixing's thought process!

Lei Zhan clicked his tongue, secretly rolled his eyes at Zhang Beixing, and then said:

"Therefore, they only sent one person to infiltrate China to carry out the mission of hunting you down. Moreover, this assassin organization belonging to Twilight Company has a very unique mode of operation. The assassins do not communicate directly with each other, but instead use a node-based communication method."

"Superiors do not directly assign missions; instead, subordinates choose and compete for them. The timeframe for a kill is usually between six months and a year. Once someone accepts the mission, no new assassin will be assigned the same mission until the mission is completed or news of the assassin's counterattack spreads."

"We've now captured the only assassin. Using her to send some false information back to Twilight shouldn't be difficult. So..."

As he spoke, Lei Zhan's expression gradually became serious, and he gave Zhang Beixing a solemn look.

“Zhang Beixing, are you sure you want to continue digging deeper? This is extremely dangerous and no laughing matter. Now that you are safe, I think it would be more prudent to hand it over to your superiors.”

Without a second thought, Zhang Beixing said coldly, his face expressionless, "Continue."

"They're bullying us right on our doorstep, how can we tolerate this?"

"To deal with these vicious dogs, you have to hit them hard once and for them to learn to behave!"

After delivering his impassioned speech, Zhang Beixing suddenly reverted to his usual nonchalant and joking manner, adopting an old-fashioned demeanor and tone, and patted Lei Zhan on the shoulder.

"Comrade Xiao Lei, well done. You've extracted so much intelligence in just one day. You truly deserve to be called one of our Wolf Fang's renowned interrogation experts. But young people should avoid arrogance and complacency, and keep up the good work!"

You big dummy!
Who exactly is the greenhorn?
I'm at least ten years older than you!
Lei Zhan's face darkened, but he didn't directly refute it.

There's nothing he can do; Zhang Beixing's official rank is indeed higher than his. If he really wanted to argue, he'd have to address him as "Chief" every time they met.

Zhang Beixing ignored Lei Zhan's inner grumbling and waved his hand with a light smile.

"I'm leaving now. Remember to let me know if there are any new updates."

"Okay, don't worry. This person is doomed now that she's in my hands. I'll squeeze every last drop of value out of her."

"Don't say such dirty things, okay? People will think you're some kind of pervert..." Zhang Beixing teased. "Oh no, I misspoke, you are."

"What's so dirty about that!" Lei Zhan retorted angrily. "I'm such a pure person, I don't even have a girlfriend! As for perverts, compared to you, they're nothing!"

However, Zhang Beixing didn't give Lei Zhan a chance to refute him at all. Before he could even open his mouth, he had already disappeared.

Lei Zhan stared at the empty space beside him, feeling stifled and angry.

Having already inquired about some of the pressing issues and ensured his sister's safety abroad, Zhang Beixing had no further questions and left without saying goodbye.

As the squadron leader, he should pay more attention to the training of the Xiaolong Brigade.

……

After eliminating the threat of the Twilight Killer, life in the military camp seemed to suddenly return to normal.

The daily routine of special forces remains largely unchanged, with most of their time spent training and a small portion spent on missions.

The newly formed special operations brigade of the JF-17 Thunder has been in the training phase and is far from being ready to carry out missions.

Time flies like sand through our fingers, and more than ten days have passed since the training camp and selection process began.

The training of the Xiaolong Brigade members was in full swing, but Zhang Beixing only showed up occasionally, and most of the time the training was handled by Yuan Lang.

Therefore, after the first few days of fear and trepidation towards "Zhang the Demon King", the newbies' fear gradually subsided.

Therefore, Zhang Beixing felt it was time to go to the field training base to make a better impression on the rookies about him as the company commander.

At six o'clock in the morning, Yuan Lang drove Zhang Beixing from the Red Cell Base to the Xiaolong Brigade's field training ground.

In the car, the two chatted casually about training-related topics.

"Old Yuan, how's the training going?"

"As you instructed, the first week of physical training eliminated more than 100 people. Some couldn't keep up and dropped out one after another. Currently, there are still 53 rookies persisting in the training camp."

“Fifty-three people? That’s more than I expected.” Zhang Beixing nodded. “Observe this group for a while longer. If they seem feasible, let them stay with the JF-17. We’ll further evaluate them during training.”

Yuan Lang had no objection to this, since the number of people remaining was almost the same as what they had initially agreed upon.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Lang added, "However, He Chenguang seems to have encountered some problems in the trust shooting training exercise."

I've heard a little about it.

Zhang Beixing gave a soft "hmm," pondered for a moment, then turned to Yuan Lang and gave the instructions:
"In that case, let's go to the firing range and take a look. Let's see how well Falcon has trained."

"Okay, no problem. Do you need to let me know in advance?"

"No need. Surprise inspections are more interesting and reveal a more authentic level of competence."

"That's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Lang slammed on the gas, and the jeep sped off towards the training ground.

The JF-17 Thunder Brigade's field training ground consists of several different areas, with the shooting range alone comprising three main modules: a pistol training range, a rifle training range, and a sniper training range.

……

The two were heading to a sniper range.

The sniper range is situated in a long, narrow area, approximately three miles in length and width, surrounded by mountains on all sides. A simple brick house stands in the center of the range.

This three-story building is the sniper training ground for today's trust shooting training.

The concept of "trust shooting" is familiar to everyone and has gradually become a routine training subject for special forces.

In short, it means trusting your comrades' shooting skills and entrusting your life and back to a trustworthy partner.

Of course, this is easier said than done.

However, in reality, trust shooting is an extreme test of a soldier's psychological qualities.

Excellent military shooting skills are the prerequisite and the most important aspect of this training subject.

When the Red Cell Special Operations Group was first established, Zhang Beixing and his team underwent corresponding training. The feeling of a bullet whizzing past your nose was indeed unpleasant, like walking through the gates of hell.

At that time, whether it was He Chenguang, Li Erniu, Wang Yanbing, or anyone else, everyone who was shooting or being shot would break out in a cold sweat. This was unavoidable and there was no need to criticize it.

Now, when it comes to the special operations training of the JF-17 Thunder fighter jet, it's not easy for either the rookies or veterans like He Chenguang; their minds are constantly on edge.

However, in today's world, special forces face increasing challenges and will encounter various thorny problems in future missions. Whether it's rescuing hostages or dealing with kidnapped comrades, trust-based shooting training is essential. More challenging than developing exceptional individual shooting skills is overcoming the psychological hurdle.

The training progress has stalled, which Zhang Beixing fully understands.

Therefore, upon seeing He Chenguang's distressed expression after getting off the bus, Zhang Beixing didn't say much, but simply patted him on the shoulder forcefully.

He Chenguang reported: "Over the past three days, we have conducted blank and live-fire training with pistols and rifles, eliminating those who failed the shooting test. The remaining ones are all top-notch marksmen, and their skills are definitely not a problem. However, today, after switching to sniper rifles, their psychological defenses have somewhat collapsed."

While listening to He Chenguang's report, Zhang Beixing looked around. Even now, the first group of rookies had not yet completed their shooting mission.

Zhang Beixing looked up at the three-story building in the distance.

A human-shaped target stands at the window of the small building, and next to the human-shaped target is a soldier who is about to be shot by his comrades.

Even from a great distance, Zhang Beixing could still clearly see the terrified expression on the rookie's face, and his legs were still trembling slightly.

The rookie was fully equipped with a bulletproof helmet and a double-layered bulletproof vest. But even so, fear was still unavoidable.

Because there is no bulletproof vest or helmet in the world that can stop a direct bullet, let alone a powerful sniper rifle.

At this moment, the fact that the novice could still stand firmly and not move is truly admirable.

Another rookie, lying prone at a shooting position 600 meters away from the building, was in no better condition than his companion who was waiting to fire.

The sniper was drenched in cold sweat, his forehead covered in large beads of perspiration, and his hands were soaked. Although he hadn't fired the first shot yet, his breathing was completely erratic, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

After a long pause, the rookie sniper suddenly stood up and shouted, "Report!"
"Report, Instructor! I can't do it! I can't shoot my comrades!"

After saying that, the newbie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.

He Chenguang didn't press him, because firing a gun in this state was extremely dangerous, so he nodded and said:
"Put down your gun and stand up to the side."

Upon hearing this, the newbie breathed heavily with relief, as if he had just finished a tough battle and was completely relaxed.

To be honest, he didn't dare to aim his sniper rifle at his comrade and pull the trigger. Because if his hand trembled even slightly, the bullet might pierce right through his comrade's forehead.

That's deadly!

The shooter will live with guilt for the rest of his life, which is something most people cannot bear.

However, only soldiers who can endure such painful training are qualified to be called special forces soldiers.

Witnessing this, Zhang Bei walked forward, bent down, picked up the sniper rifle, and tossed it to He Chenguang.

“Falcon, let’s give the newbies a demonstration. I’ll be the hostage, and you shoot.”

"Yes!"

He Chenguang did not hesitate.

Zhang Beixing ran quickly towards the small building, went up the stairs, and replaced the rookie whose legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Rookie crouched under cover, while Zhang Beixing stood in his original spot, pressed tightly against the humanoid target, with no gap between their heads.

He Chenguang, who was at the sniper's position, waved to the rookie who had given up shooting.

"You'll be my sniper observer."

"Yes, Instructor."

He Chenguang said no more, raised his sniper rifle, and aimed his eyes at the optical sight.

He grabbed a handful of fine sand from the sand beside him, clenched it into a fist, and let it fall freely.

A gentle breeze blows, causing the fine sand to drift slowly away.

The observer carefully examined the trajectory of the falling sand, and after some analysis, slowly reported a series of data that required the sniper to make minor adjustments:

"580 meters away, wind direction southeast, wind speed four meters per second."

"Correct upwards by two spaces, and to the left by three spaces."

Following the observer's instructions, He Chenguang extended his right hand and adjusted the shooting parameters on the scope.

Based on his own precise judgment as an excellent sniper, and confirming that there was no mistake, He Chenguang's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger.

--boom!

With a muffled gunshot, a sniper bullet sliced ​​through the air and whistled towards the building!

In the silent primeval jungle, even the slightest rustling of the wind would attract everyone's attention, let alone a gunshot!
--puff!

The bullet passed through the silencer mounted on the barrel, producing the dull thud unique to flash hiders.

A sharp gust of wind pierced through the layers of branches and leaves, disappearing in an instant.

The platoon leader's expression changed instantly, and beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans streamed down his forehead.

The platoon leader immediately and instinctively waved his hand and shouted angrily in a low voice.

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"

With the sound of a gunshot, countless birds took flight from the forest, their wings flapping incessantly, putting everyone on edge.

A string that could snap at any moment!
The platoon leader, breathing heavily, lay prone on the slightly damp, muddy ground, his eyes warily scanning the area outside the bushes, trying to use his last bit of strength to find the enemy from the shadows.

A new border guard behind him suddenly stared in astonishment, his mouth agape, his eyes slightly red, and his finger trembling as he pointed to the platoon leader's chest.

The platoon leader was taken aback, then immediately snapped, "Hold it back! No cat pee allowed!"

As he spoke, the platoon leader seemed to have pulled too hard on his wound and let out a soft hiss.

The recruits' eyes fell upon the platoon leader's chest, where blood stained the dark red blood, spreading across his camouflage combat uniform, the color varying from darker to lighter, resembling a blooming rose.

The platoon leader has been shot!
The recruit quickly covered his wide-open mouth with his hand, not wanting to completely expose the team's location.

In the blink of an eye, the platoon leader's face turned deathly pale, like a piece of pale paper that could tear at any moment.

It looked like all the blood in its body had been drained; it was quite frightening to look at.

The other soldiers noticed this as well, and their faces showed expressions of surprise, fear, or sadness, but mostly anger.

"Platoon leader...!"

Several soldiers rushed forward and surrounded the wounded platoon leader, their eyes filled with concern and worry.

After a moment of silence, the platoon leader looked up at the sky and sighed, feeling his blood and strength rapidly draining from his body. He knew he was beyond saving.

So he turned around, forced a pale smile, and tried his best to give the soldiers some instructions in a strong tone.

"Hehe, comrades, a general dies in a hundred battles, his body wrapped in a horse's hide; dying on the battlefield is a soldier's highest honor, no regrets!" (End of Chapter)