He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Two equally fully armed men entered from behind him, one on his left and one on his right.

One of them was named Big Bear.

The mercenary, Big Bear, was all muscle, his arms alone as thick as an average person's leg, exuding wild power, as if he could kill someone with a single punch.

Big Bear was covered in howitzer and heavy machine gun ammunition clips. He was extremely tall, nearly two meters tall, and stood in front of the Red Turban Army soldiers like a small mountain, making people dare not look directly at him.

From a distance, it resembles a mobile fortress, exuding an imposing aura.

The other one was an Asian man who was about 1.7 meters tall and was codenamed Ghost.

With narrow eyes, a full beard, and the occasional glint of cold light in his eyes, he revealed his ruthlessness, sending chills down everyone's spine with just a glance.

Bear, Ghost, Athena!

These three men are all members of Old Man's mercenary group, having killed countless people on international battlefields. Each of them is listed on Interpol's S-level wanted list, and their notoriety is infamous.

Fortunately, the Red Turban Army and Old Man were currently in a cooperative relationship. The sudden appearance of these mercenaries seemed to have been anticipated by the Red Turban Army soldiers, each wearing a fawning smile.

Athena walked leisurely to the crowd, speaking in a condescending tone.

“Your General Audu is looking for someone named Dr. Chen, who is in this hospital.”

"Until we find him, none of you are to move a single person here, regardless of gender, as long as they are still breathing. Understand?"

"Yes! Madam!"

The Red Turban Army soldiers clenched their fists and pounded their chests, their expressions more respectful than ever before, and responded in unison.

Hidden among the trembling crowd, Chu Qing finally escaped a calamity. She breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with longing, and murmured softly.

"Brother, you wouldn't lie to me, would you..."

The streets of Ouagadougou, the capital of Burkina Faso, are sparsely populated, and almost all the shops on both sides of the road are closed, presenting a desolate scene.

Walking down the street and looking around, only a few small shops run by Chinese people are still open for business.

The pedestrians on the street walked hurriedly, their faces expressionless, their eyes filled with emptiness and worry about whether they would survive tomorrow.

The sudden outbreak of war plunged all the residents of the capital into a state of tension and fear, and the laughter and joy of the past had long since disappeared.

After a day and a night of arduous travel, and a brief rest on the plane, Zhang Beixing finally appeared on the streets of Ouagadougou.

The capital, Ouagadougou, also has many Chinese communities, so Zhang Beixing did not deliberately hide his appearance or figure, pretending to be an ordinary pedestrian, seemingly wandering aimlessly through the crisscrossing streets.

Previously, Zhang Beixing located Zhang Qing's mobile phone using satellite network, but only obtained a general landmark and captured a blurry photo of the building using satellite imagery.

However, Zhang Beixing was not entirely sure exactly where this building was located in Ouagadougou.

When you arrive in a country where you don't know anyone, the best way to ask for directions is still to ask the locals directly.

So, during his journey, Zhang Beixing took out a book about the language of Burkina Faso and read it carefully. After thoroughly studying it, he did not hesitate to exchange it for the local language proficiency skill.

To his surprise, asking for directions did not go smoothly.

After asking several local residents along the way, I received no response.

All those asked shook their heads and waved their hands, then hurried away as if avoiding some kind of plague.

This gave Zhang Beixing quite a headache.

If this continues, won't all those hundreds of merit points be wasted?

With his merit points, which he had been reluctant to use, about to break through the 10,000 mark, he might be able to unlock the higher-level super-god level reading exchange qualification. Zhang Beixing was now saving merit points as much as possible, trying to stretch every penny in half, and would never squander them easily.

However, lately, despite Zhang Beixing's best efforts to restrain himself, various unexpected situations have kept arising, preventing him from breaking through the 10,000 merit points mark.

This left Zhang Beixing feeling somewhat frustrated.

However, Burkina Faso is now in dire straits, with war raging everywhere and everyone struggling to survive. But for Zhang Beixing, this is a good opportunity to earn merit points.

Of course, the most urgent task right now is to rescue my sister.

As for other matters, Zhang Beixing didn't have much energy to consider them.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. Through Zhang Beixing's persistent questioning of passersby, he finally managed to obtain some useful information.

There's a shop at the three-way intersection ahead. The owner is Chinese and also a well-known broker in the area. He knows a lot of information that ordinary people don't, so he should be happy to answer this question.

Zhang Beixing took three steps at a time, quickened his pace, and pushed open the glass door of the store, walking slowly inside.

There were few customers in the store, except for a local young couple selecting food, probably to stock up on food in preparation for the worst-case scenario.

The shop owner, as the passerby pointed out, was standing next to the cash register. He was a middle-aged man with a large belly, and he was Chinese.

Wearing a white tank top, a bright red floral shirt, and a pair of beach shorts that exposed her navel, she looked unrestrained, but her small eyes were full of shrewdness and mercenary cunning.

The boss had a cigarette in his left hand and a bottle of liquor in his right. He wore a sun hat, with a strand of curly hair peeking out from under the brim, swaying gently in the breeze created by Zhang Beixing pushing open the door.

Drinking, smoking, getting perms—he does it all!

Upon seeing Zhang Beixing, who appeared to be of Chinese descent, the bloated and overweight shop owner put down his wine glass, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and asked in a lazy and languid manner.

"Young man, what would you like to buy?"

"Hello, boss." Zhang Beixing stepped forward and got straight to the point, "I'm looking for this place. I heard you know where it is?"

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing took out his phone and handed the captured satellite image to his boss.

The boss lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the photo.

Then he gave a soft "hmm" and nodded slowly in a pretentious manner, "Hmm, not bad, you've come to the right person. I really do know where this is."

Every minute that passed meant one more minute that Zhang Qing would be in danger, and no one knew what terrible ordeal she would suffer.

Zhang Beixing didn't want to waste a second and immediately asked with a hint of urgency, "Where?"

Seeing the eagerness on Zhang Beixing's face, the boss chuckled twice, stretched out two fingers, and slowly rubbed them in front of Zhang Beixing's eyes as if making a heart shape.

Coupled with the incredibly lewd expression on the boss's face, Zhang Beixing immediately understood what the boss meant.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land should have been a pleasant experience, but the boss's behavior... Zhang Beixing didn't comment, but a hint of displeasure couldn't help but surface in his heart.

Zhang Beixing didn't waste any words and immediately pointed out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it on the counter.

The boss raised his eyelids, glanced at it lazily, and shook his head with a sigh.

That means it's too little, not enough.

Zhang Beixing's eyes turned cold.

"I'm in a hurry, so just tell me, how much do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the boss put on a fake, professional smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Look at what you're saying, young man. We're brothers, why would I lie to you? No matter what you ask, my price is the same, fair and square." "You saw it on your way here, didn't you? Nobody paid you any attention. Do you know why?"

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly and followed up on the question, asking, "Why?"

The boss chuckled without saying a word, but tapped the table with his fingers, then opened his palm and made a "five".

It means pay first, five bills!

Zhang Beixing chuckled, and while taking out money, asked, "Boss, you're Chinese too, right?"

The words had barely left his mouth when the boss hurriedly shook his head in fear.

"No, no, please don't! I went abroad years ago and got a legitimate green card. I'm a proper American citizen now."

"We're doing business, so don't try to talk to me about feelings, it'll only cost you money!"

The boss said with a serious expression.

Zhang Beixing shook his head disdainfully, cursing inwardly for being ungrateful, while the five US dollar bills were neatly laid out on the table.

Seeing Zhang Beixing pay so readily, the boss's small eyes lit up slightly, clearly indicating that he was up to no good.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing's already limited patience vanished instantly.

--boom.

Zhang Beixing's hands landed on the counter with a dull thud. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp, and questioned again.

"Boss, let me give you a piece of advice: 'A man's greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.' This time, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do..."

Zhang Beixing's tone was chilling, as if emanating a sharp and menacing aura that sent shivers down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.

Looking into Zhang Beixing's cold eyes, the boss suddenly shivered. It was the height of summer in Burkina Faso, but he felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhang Beixing's eyes, filled with hidden anger and a murderous glint, sent chills down one's spine, like being stared at by a venomous snake in the shadows.

Having spent years mingling on this street, dealing with both the legitimate and criminal worlds, the sleazy fat boss couldn't possibly be so clueless.

In this turbulent situation, killing someone is as easy as drinking water. The boss wasn't stupid either, so he quickly stopped while he was ahead and immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Hey, what are you saying? We're all Chinese, separated only by a strip of water. How could I be so rude? I was just joking with you, brother."

He was joking with his mouth, but his hands didn't stop moving at all. With lightning speed, he swept the money on the counter into his pocket with a flick of his sleeve, and then continued to talk with a smile.

“Brother, the place you’re looking for is a hospital. I’ve been there before, I know exactly where it is, I’m not lying to you.”

The portly boss said with a confident expression, "I'm in business, and I believe in fair exchange of money for goods. It's a mutually agreeable transaction, and I would never make money against my conscience."

Zhang Beixing nodded slightly, looking somewhat impatient.

Okay, I know you're talking nonsense, but I'll believe you for now.

"continue."

The fat boss, oblivious to his surroundings, launched into a long-winded explanation: "Those people on the street don't dare to tell you because they're cowardly and afraid. Now that the hospital has been occupied by the Red Turban Army, everyone is afraid of getting into trouble, so they don't want to talk about it."

Zhang Beixing remained expressionless.

"Speak the key."

The boss nodded enthusiastically and chuckled as he chatted, "This hospital is called EARTH·DREAM, or St. Francis Hospital as the locals call it. It's a Chinese-owned hospital."

"Just yesterday, the Red Turban Army and the government army clashed fiercely in Buza No. 1 Street. The government army suffered a crushing defeat, and then the Red Turban Army became the ones in charge. The Chinese-owned hospital is located in Buza Street, and now hundreds of Red Turban Army soldiers have made it their base camp and are stationed there."

"Brother, I'm not trying to be nosy, but even though I don't know what you're going there to do, take my advice and don't go to that place."

The boss spoke with a solemn expression, as if it were a serious matter.

"It is said that no one in the hospital escaped, and no one knows what happened inside."

Zhang Beixing said succinctly, "Find someone. Tell me, where is he?"

The boss nodded repeatedly, "Come on, I'll draw you a map. If you insist on going, I can't stop you."

As he spoke, the boss squatted down, preparing to take out paper and pen from the drawer.

Just then, a woman's scream suddenly came from outside the store.

Immediately following was a series of booming sounds of bullets being fired and shells exploding.

--boom!!
Suddenly, the store door shook.

Before the shop owner could react, the glass door suddenly shattered with a loud crash!

Several bullets pierced the door, shattering glass everywhere.

With a loud crash, both glass doors shattered completely.

Young couples shopping in the store also covered their heads and hid behind the shelves, exclaiming in surprise, clearly startled by the sudden turn of events.

"Attack! Attack!"

Five or six armed thugs, wearing face masks and with red cloth strips wrapped around their arms, shouted loudly as they tried to rush into the store.

Zhang Beixing glanced out onto the street, his brows furrowing slightly, almost imperceptibly, and murmured softly.

"...This country is beyond saving."

As far as the eye could see, the streets were in complete chaos.

The local government of Ouagadougou has lost its original functions and is unable to control the city's safety environment. The entire city, and even the entire country, has completely collapsed, humanity has been lost, and the whole of Burkina Faso has become a lawless place!

Grayish-yellow armored vehicles rolled down the street, and artillery fire roared, constantly bombarding the buildings on both sides.

Countless masked gunmen with red bandages wrapped around their arms fired indiscriminately in the streets, indiscriminately killing innocent residents. Blood splattered everywhere, and screams of terror filled the air.

People screamed and fled for their lives, and chaos and devastation filled the air.

Zhang Beixing's gaze swept across the area, and he vaguely saw several people in the distance eyeing the store, seemingly trying to take advantage of the chaos to sneak in and rob the store.

Zhang Beixing reacted quickly, placing his hand on the counter and flipping it over with a whoosh. He immediately hid behind the counter, choosing to remain put in his current position for the time being.

Upon hearing the gunshot, the fat boss instantly lost his usual shrewdness and cunning. He immediately covered his head with his hands and lay on the ground, trembling with fear, muttering incoherently.

"Holy crap, what the hell are these idiots fighting for? They're just waking up easy money, why aren't they doing this?! Oh no, I should have run away yesterday! Waaah, damn it, damn it..."

Listening to the fat boss's incessant chatter, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but glance at him helplessly.

Given their cowardice, how dare they remain in this war-torn country to profit from the national crisis? Is the allure of money really that strong? It's truly baffling what's wrong with these profit-driven businessmen's thought process… (End of Chapter)