He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

When Gao Gang heard Zhang Beixing mention Fang Xinwu's name, a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes.

He didn't rush to answer, but instead picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine for each of them.

He tilted his head back and gulped it down, then said with some indignation.

"He's not a criminal. That kid Qifu doesn't want to come back. What can anyone do about it?"

Gao Gang sighed softly.

“Not coming back isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Actually, there are different voices within the organization. Many people say that Fang Xinwu’s heart will change after staying outside for so long. They say he has become corrupted and is no longer the righteous undercover agent he used to be.”

Listening to Gao Gang's somewhat frustrated and indignant words, Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

Does staying away from home for a long time necessarily change one's heart?

Will I end up like that someday...?

Zhang Beixing gently shook his head, interrupting the distracting thoughts in his mind.

For some reason, he has been quite sentimental lately!

As for Gao Gang's retelling of Fang Xinwu's final conclusion, it was actually just a load of nonsense.

As we all know, the environment has a great influence on people. There is an old Chinese saying that "times create heroes." If people cannot change the environment, they must adapt to it if they want to survive better in the turbulent Golden Triangle.

In fact, Fang Xinwu has done a remarkable job. He lives on the edge of life and death every day, struggling in the decadent and hedonistic world of the Golden Triangle. Anyone else would probably not be able to maintain such a pure heart as he has.

There is no such thing as a peaceful and carefree life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for you.

Fang Xinwu was a burdened figure who persevered through the darkness, and he deserves to be remembered by the world.

Listening to Gao Gang's eloquent and indignant speech, his indignation on behalf of Fang Xinwu was evident in his words, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but tease him.

"Being a little darker-skinned isn't a bad thing, it makes you guys look more like brothers, doesn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Gang burst into laughter.

"You know I didn't mean 'turning dark', I meant 'becoming evil,' do you understand?"

Zhang Beixing nodded and sighed softly.

"People change. Even the most upright people can't survive in a place like the Golden Triangle. Anyway, in my opinion, whether Fang Xinwu's heart is black or white, he is a hero worthy of the world's respect."

“If anyone thinks he has darkened, let that person try it themselves and see if they can survive a day in the Golden Triangle.”

Gao Gang couldn't help but nod in agreement, his tone quite disdainful.

"They're all a bunch of armchair strategists. It's easy for them to talk when they're not actually doing the work. If they were to actually take action, they probably wouldn't even be able to leave the gate before the locals stripped them naked."

As Gao Gang complained about his superiors, his tone gradually became somewhat annoyed.

"That kid Fang Xinwu is a bastard. He's been acting like a hermit for so long, and hasn't even made a single phone call."

Zhang Beixing quickly waved his hand, stopping Gao Gang from rambling on about his grievances.

"He probably wants to live his own life, and given his current status, if he were to contact you, a police officer, it would certainly have an impact on your career."

After a slight pause, Zhang Beixing continued in a slow voice.

"Don't let Fang Xinwu's seemingly rough appearance fool you; he's actually quite sensitive inside."

Gao Gang looked slightly resentful.

Is he the kind of person who would abandon even his brothers for his future?
"Right and wrong are clear to everyone. Let's not talk about it anymore, it just makes me angrier."

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly: "Alright, let's drink!"

Two grown men, each with their own thoughts, drinking alone in silence is ultimately rather dull. At the very least, they'd like some liveliness, and more people naturally make it more lively.

Zhang Beixing thought for a moment, then looked at Gao Gang and suggested, "Speaking of which, I have a few friends studying at the National Defense University in the capital. If you don't mind, why don't we invite them out for a drink?"

Gao Gang nodded without hesitation: "At home, you rely on your parents; when you're out, you rely on your friends. The more connections you make, the easier the path will be. As long as they don't mind drinking with this middle-aged uncle, it's fine."

"There aren't that many hesitant and timid soldiers."

Zhang Beixing gave a casual reply, then took out his phone and called the two men respectively.

About half an hour later, a young man with a warm smile pushed open the door and entered.

"Hey Zhang, it's been a long time!"

Zhang Beixing waved to him and said, "Enough with the nonsense. You've been dawdling for so long. Punish yourself with a drink."

"Is this a big deal? No problem!"

The young man walked to the table in a few steps, grabbed a bottle of beer, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Gao Gang couldn't help but clap and laugh: "Brother, you have a huge capacity for alcohol!"

"Who is this gentleman...?"

Zhang Beixing stood up and introduced the two men.

"Come on, let me introduce you."

"This is Gao Gang, the captain of the front-line special police brigade of our Chaoyang police district. He is known as the 'Black-faced Bao Gong' (a famous judge in Chinese history). Last year's Mekong River case was a joint operation between the two of us, which went deep into the Golden Triangle to arrest the criminals."

The young man exclaimed in surprise and flattery, "Oh my, that's incredible! I've heard so much about you!"

Zhang Beixing turned to look at Gao Gang and continued to introduce the young man to him.

"His name is Luo Xing. Before entering military academy, he was a special sniper in the Jiaolong Commando Unit. His sniping skills were top-notch."

Upon hearing the praise, Luo Xing couldn't help but look flattered and waved his hand with a smile.

"I'm flattered, I'm flattered. Compared to you, Captain Zhang, my skills are like trying to show off my axe skills in front of Guan Yu, it's embarrassing!"

"Hey, the Jiaolong Commando Unit! That's our country's top naval special forces, right? Young man, you have a bright future ahead of you!"

Gao Gang smiled broadly, but subtly hinted at his intention to poach Luo Xing's talent. He looked at Luo Xing with a serious expression and spoke.

"Brother Luo, would you be interested in joining our SWAT team after graduation? Our SWAT team needs highly skilled personnel like you! If you're willing to take the job, I'll even give you the position of captain."

Luo Xing laughed heartily: "You flatter me, you flatter me. I am not worthy of such praise. With my bad temper, I can only serve as a soldier in the army. If I were in a government agency, I would probably be scolded by my superiors and kicked out in a few days."

Jokes shouldn't be taken seriously; we're all adults, just exchanging pleasantries.

At this moment, the last drinking companion, who arrived late, was finally led into the private room by the waiter.

Zhang Beixing waved to Yu Dalei, who was the last to enter.

"Hurry up, Yu Dalei, we're just waiting for you."

Yu Dalei greeted him with a smile, "Sorry, sorry, the traffic was just too bad."

Zhang Beixing looked at Luo Xing and said, "Let me introduce you. This is a soldier I led in the Ninth Brigade. His name is Yu Dalei. He was an elite driver of the Type 96 tank in the army. He will also be taking the military academy entrance exam this year. Remember to take care of your junior when he takes the exam."

Since Captain Zhang has spoken personally, Luo Xing certainly has no doubts.

He immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Sure thing, bro. I'm a sophomore this year, I'll protect you." Yu Dalei smiled brightly: "Thank you, senior."

Slightly tipsy, Gao Gang picked up a bottle of vodka from the table and urged them on.

"Now that everyone's here, let's cut the chit-chat and get started!"

Zhang Beixing shouted arrogantly, "Afraid of you? Pshaw, let's drink until we're drunk!"

Wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves; just get drunk and forget your troubles!

The four men raised their glasses and drank heartily, the glasses clinking crisply in mid-air. The room was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol. In a moment of excitement, they lost count of how many cases of beer and bottles of liquor they had consumed.

After several rounds of drinks, everyone was completely drunk.

The most disappointing of them all, Yu Dalei, was completely drunk, passed out under the table, hugging the table leg and fast asleep. He rubbed his cheek against the table leg while muttering in his sleep, drooling. He looked absolutely ridiculous.

Luo Xing and Gao Gang weren't much better off; the two of them had gotten very drunk and had just been crying together.

Finally, exhausted from crying, she drifted off to sleep under the influence of alcohol.

Only Zhang Beixing was still drinking alone, his mind still clear, and his consciousness even more lucid than ever before.

Alas, ever since the super soldier serum completely fused with my body, even just wanting to get really drunk has become an unattainable luxury.

There is always a trade-off between gain and loss; the ancients were right.

Thinking about all these random thoughts, Zhang Beixing tilted his head back and downed a glass of strong liquor, feeling slightly depressed. The alcohol burned in his throat, making his mind even clearer.

You can drink as much as you want but never get drunk; it's like trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse.

Sad.

Zhang Beixing put down his wine glass and stared blankly out the window.

Previously, I had been constantly on the move, spending every minute fighting the enemy and amidst gunfire. I was thinking about when I could take a long vacation and enjoy the peaceful time of reading. However, now that I am suddenly free, I feel very uncomfortable.

Even with books laid out in front of him for him to choose from, Zhang Beixing suddenly found them less appealing.

Zhang Beixing let out a long sigh.

Just then, my phone rang in my pocket.

Zhang Beixing casually took out his phone and answered it. He had just said "hello" when he was quickly interrupted by the other end of the line with a hurried voice.

A sob and choked voice came through the microphone, filled with panic and helplessness.

He only managed to send one sentence before hurriedly hanging up.

But this one sentence made Zhang Beixing's heart leap into his throat.

"...Brother, save me!"

In an instant, the dragon's eyes snapped open uncontrollably, Zhang Beixing's gaze narrowed slightly, and killing intent raged within the abyss!
Bugangtia.

It is a sovereign nation of Black people located on the southwestern coast of Africa. Although its territory is less than 50,000 square kilometers, it is an internationally recognized sovereign state by the United Nations.

Just a few days ago, a group of Red Turban Army soldiers equipped with powerful American military weapons suddenly broke the peace agreement, stormed the local government in just one day, killed hundreds of officials, and caused a large number of civilian casualties, causing widespread panic.

Meanwhile, the Red Turban Army received substantial funding and has now gathered nearly 100,000 rebel troops, who are steadily advancing towards the capital of Bugangtia, and war is imminent.

The country seemed to fall into chaos overnight. The government was paralyzed, the economy regressed, and the city's security forces were rendered ineffective. Every day, anyone walking down the street could hear the roar of gunfire and the incessant screams.

The residents lived in constant fear, terrified that they would not see the sun rise the next day.

War is the most vicious and terrifying thing in the world.

Just before that international long-distance call was made, a large number of masked armed thugs suddenly poured into a Chinese-owned hospital called St. Francis Hospital, all armed with AK47s.

Hospital security guards immediately sounded the alarm, but before the staff could evacuate, armed thugs claiming to be from the Red Turban Army had blasted open the gate with a rocket launcher.

The sound of bullets shooting was incessant, mixed with extremely loud wails and screams. The hospital security almost collapsed at the first sign of trouble. Looking around, the bodies of security guards who had been shot lay scattered all over the ground, blood gushing out, a nauseating sight.

The Red Turban Army stormed into the building, seemingly with some kind of mission. Apart from shooting down the resisting security guards, they did not indiscriminately kill innocent medical staff, but instead gathered all the hospital personnel under their supervision.

Just days earlier, a group of teachers and students from Berklee College of Music, who were traveling with their mentors to the musical homeland of Black Africa, were also trapped in the hospital amidst the chaos.

In the chaos, before the thugs could take away everyone's phones, Zhang Qing suddenly remembered what her brother had told her, and with trembling hands, she dialed Zhang Beixing's number.

But before he could utter a single sentence, the signal jammer that the criminals had installed in the hospital was activated, turning the phone in Zhang Qing's hand into a brick.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing, who was far away across the ocean, frowned more and more after repeatedly trying to call back but failing to get through.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Beixing immediately produced a computer from his dimensional space as if by magic.

After turning on the computer and sitting down, my ten fingers began to dance nimbly and quickly across the keyboard like butterflies.

He needed to determine Zhang Qing's location as quickly as possible using his cell phone signal; it was extremely urgent and could not be delayed.

Zhang Beixing stared intently at the screen, where strings of green code flashed rapidly across the front end. To an outsider, the speed was so fast that the displayed content would be difficult to read, leaving them dizzy.

With unprecedented focus, Zhang Beixing finally determined Zhang Qing's latitude and longitude coordinates via satellite signal ten minutes later.
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13.025, 28.64!

After determining Zhang Qing's approximate city coordinates, Zhang Beixing's mind raced, and he immediately kicked Gao Gang, who was fast asleep beside him, awake.

Gao Gang was kicked in the buttocks and woke up groggily.

"Drink! Keep drinking!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Beixing's fierce-looking face right in front of him.

Gao Gang was startled and immediately came to his senses.

"Wha...what's wrong?"

Time is life. Every minute wasted means more danger for Zhang Qing. Zhang Beixing didn't have time to explain further and said bluntly.

"Old Gao, I need your help."

Seeing Zhang Beixing's solemn expression, Gao Gang realized that things were not simple, so he quickly sat up straight and replied in a serious manner.

"Okay, tell me. As long as I can help, I'll do my best."

Zhang Beixing didn't waste any words or pleasantries, and directly stated his needs.

"I'm sorry, Lao Gao, but could you please use your authority to make me a few fake documents?"

what?
Making fake documents!
Gao Gang was taken aback upon hearing this.

Why did you make a fake document?

“I’m going abroad,” Zhang Beixing said expressionlessly. “As you know, my current status isn’t very convenient, so I’m going to smuggle myself into southern Xinjiang and then transfer to a flight to Black Africa.”

Smuggling!?
Upon hearing this, Gao Gang immediately became nervous and asked with concern.

"No, we were just drinking peacefully a moment ago, how could something so serious have happened in such a short time?"

Zhang Beixing thought for a moment and explained briefly, "I have a younger sister who is currently trapped in a war-torn country, so I'm going to rescue her." (End of Chapter)