He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"Hmm? What's that smell?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at his boss again, his eyes immediately filled with disdain.

Holy crap, this guy actually peed his pants!

The boss gave Zhang Beixing an awkward smile with a grim expression, then lowered his hands to cover his wet crotch.

"Hehe, sorry brother, this is the first time I've ever encountered something like this, I wasn't prepared at all."

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

"Bang!!"

At this moment, several Red Turban Army soldiers violently rushed into the store.

These people all had guns and killed anyone they saw without any regard for right or wrong!

The young couple who were shopping suddenly collapsed in a pool of blood, without even having a chance to scream.

Blood gushed out and covered the ground, looking extremely gruesome.

These criminals were extremely cruel. It's unbelievable how they could shamelessly wave the banner of justice and turn what was once a beautiful country into a living hell.

The fat boss witnessed this scene from behind the counter and was so frightened that he almost screamed. He didn't care about the smell of urine on his hands and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound that would be noticed by those people.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Beixing's brows furrowed instantly, and his worries deepened.

We can't delay any longer; we must find Zhang Ying immediately and get her away!

Just then, a sharp-eyed robber spotted the owner hiding behind the counter and rushed over with a gun, shouting loudly.

The other robbers who had been loitering and robbing inside the store also gathered around the counter.

They seemed to understand that robbing money was better than robbing goods!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Beixing moved swiftly and silently, transforming into a black shadow and circling behind the group.

The fat boss wasn't so lucky. Several powerful AK-47s were pointed at his head, and if he wasn't careful, his head would probably be blown to bits.

Several thugs, their faces contorted in rage, brandished guns and roared at the boss, their expressions furious, veins bulging on their foreheads.

"Fuckyou! Money! Giveme!"

The boss, trembling, raised a small red flag and shamelessly argued, "Don't shoot! We're brothers. Look, I'm a Red Turban Army soldier too, and I fully support you."

The thug yelled at everyone, "Fuck you! Hand over the money and stop trying to pull any tricks!"

"You despicable foreigners, don't play dumb with me! I want money! Money!"

"Hurry up! Or I'll kill you!"

Several dark AK47 guns were pointed at his forehead; if anyone accidentally pulled the trigger, their head would be blown off!
The AK47, an older weapon, was designed and manufactured in 1947 by Soviet arms expert Mikhail. Its full name is the 1947 Kalashnikov rifle. More than seventy years have passed since its introduction.

However, even more than half a century later, this powerful firearm remains active on the world stage, favored by terrorists from various countries, and still has a stockpile of 100,000 units in its country of origin, Russia, demonstrating its outstanding performance.

During World War II, the basic principle for weapons manufacturing in all countries was to prioritize power, while comfort and accuracy were secondary considerations.

The AK47 fully embodies this advantage; within a 100-meter range, a single shot is enough to blow a head apart like a watermelon, making it extremely terrifying and causing people to turn pale at the mere mention of it.

The boss shuddered in fright, and his crotch became wet again, his face contorted with bitterness.

His legs were trembling uncontrollably. If he hadn't been afraid of making too much of a move and provoking an overreaction from the Red Turban Army, the boss would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

She managed to force a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

However, although the boss valued money above all else, he ultimately valued his life more than money. Money can be earned back, but once life is gone, everything is lost.

The shopkeeper, trembling, opened the safe behind the counter and reluctantly handed over stacks of banknotes.

Upon seeing the bright green US dollars, the thug's eyes lit up and a delighted smile appeared on his face.

With the gun barrels slightly lowered, the men hurriedly stuffed banknotes into their pockets without a care, and inadvertently, the banknotes scattered all over the ground.

Just then, Zhang Beixing, who had been crouching behind the shelf waiting for the best opportunity to strike, suddenly leaped out with a whoosh.

A gleaming silver scalpel refracted a dazzling light in mid-air before piercing the neck of the nearest person with a soft thud, causing blood to splatter.

Zhang Beixing drew his sword swiftly, the blade flashing and swirling in the air.

Swish swish!
Before these money-grubbing thugs could even react to what was happening, most of them were dead in an instant.

"What!"

One of the assailants, realizing what was happening, quickly raised his gun.

--boom!

The moment the bullet left the barrel, Zhang Beixing was already close in, his small scalpel leaving a bloody mark on the other man's neck.

The assailant's eyes widened, and he clutched his neck before collapsing to the ground, whimpering.

The remaining three roared and pulled the trigger, bullets whistling through the store, exploding everywhere.

—Bang bang bang bang!
Zhang Beixing grabbed a corpse as a shield to block a hail of bullets, then snatched a rifle and fired as he retreated.

— Tap! Tap! Tap!

Under Zhang Beixing's terrifying gun control, three precise shots from the rifle pierced the foreheads of the three men, each leaving a small, bloody hole.

In the blink of an eye, the group of people who had been so fierce and arrogant just moments before were now all lying on the ground, their bodies scattered everywhere.

The boss, who witnessed this, was utterly stunned.

Holy crap! What kind of god of death has descended upon this world?
How can killing someone be as easy as slicing melons or chopping vegetables? That's too ruthless!
Luckily, I knew when to stop, otherwise I might have been riddled with holes.

Thinking of this, the boss felt a chill run down his spine and quickly forced a smile, giving Zhang Beixing a subtle thank you.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Beixing's eyes turned cold, and he turned the gun around. The boss was startled and instinctively covered his head and squatted down.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet grazed the shop owner's head and pierced through the store's door. The already shattered glass door completely disintegrated, turning into shards of glass scattered on the floor.

Outside the door, a Red Turban Army soldier holding a single-soldier rocket launcher fell backward to the ground before he could pull the trigger.

The boss glanced at it and swallowed hard.

How could someone who had fought so many thugs still have the energy to watch out for any disturbances around them?

What a superhuman reaction!
I'm too lazy to even say "Holy crap," all the words in my mind boil down to one word—amazing!

After a moment of surprise, the boss suddenly looked thoughtful.

If I can latch onto this powerful figure, I can escape safely!
The boss looked intently at Zhang Beixing, as if grasping at a straw, and hurriedly called out:
"Brother, don't go! Take me with you, take me with you! We're all Chinese, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Zhang Beixing found it amusing, his expression mocking:

"If I remember correctly, aren't you an American citizen who already has a green card?"

The boss chuckled awkwardly: "Nationality can be changed, but the bloodline of the Yellow Emperor cannot be changed. We are all compatriots of the same lineage."

Zhang Beixing chuckled coldly.

Seeing that Zhang Beixing wouldn't take the bait, the boss said ruthlessly, "No way, brother, how about this: as long as you help me escape, I'll take you directly to St. Francis Chinese Hospital without saying a word, how about that?" The boss was afraid that Zhang Beixing wouldn't agree, so he quickly racked his brains to list the benefits he would bring.

"Aren't you in a hurry? I know Tria well! Taking me along will save you a lot of trouble, and we'll go straight for the enemy's lair!"

Zhang Beixing nodded slowly; there was some truth to it.

He paused briefly, then said decisively, "Come with me."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner was overjoyed and hurriedly followed Zhang Beixing out of the shop, crouching low and looking on with trepidation.

The streets outside were in chaos, with gunfire and explosions everywhere, and people fleeing for their lives alongside ruthless killers.

Zhang Beixing glanced towards the door, his brows furrowing slightly.

Faced with such a horrific scene, even Zhang Beixing had no better way to escape than to fight his way out!

In Zhang Beixing's view, the soldiers of Langya, especially the elite special forces, have always been: when separated, they fight alone for thousands of miles; when united, they are invincible!
……

This bold statement was never just empty talk. Moreover, it perfectly encapsulates the essence of Zhangbei's journey.

Zhang Beixing's fighting prowess, even when he was alone, was comparable to that of an army, and he was invincible.

The more chaotic and war-torn the country, the more Zhang Beixing thrived.

Without the constraints of law and status, Zhang Beixing's methods of killing would only become more efficient and swift.

Circumstances create heroes; some people are born for war.

Zhang Beixing, like a lion charging into a pack of hyenas, silently snapped the necks of several Red Turban soldiers. He then slowed his pace and waved behind him, signaling his boss to hurry up and follow.

Bullets flew and whizzed through the streets, accompanied by screams of terror. The shopkeeper swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and followed cautiously behind Zhang Beixing, always keeping his back slightly bent and not daring to look up.

The streets were covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

The sudden riot shattered the brief peace between the Red Turban Army and the government forces. Countless masked thugs armed with various weapons stormed the streets of the capital, Tria, and intense gunfire erupted continuously.

Bullets whistled through the air, and some residents who couldn't escape in time were indiscriminately shot dead, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.

Blood stained the concrete streets of Tria.

Minutes after the conflict broke out, a large number of Tria government troops also arrived. Dozens of armored vehicles came and turned the streets into a battlefield, engaging in fierce fighting with the Red Turban Army.

The Red Turban Army is an anti-Bugantia government armed force supported by a major power, and its weaponry is even superior to that of the government army.

It is fully equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns, individual rocket launchers, large-caliber artillery, C4 explosive bombs, and more.

A government army unit that had just entered the street battle zone was blown apart by a sudden artillery shell before the soldiers could even disembark and begin fighting. Limbs and body parts flew everywhere!
The screams and howls were so agonizing that they sent chills down one's spine.

—Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rockets were fired indiscriminately at buildings on both sides of the street as if they were free, sending stones flying and steel structures slowly collapsing.

The Red Turban Army seemed to have gone mad with bloodlust, and their maniacal laughter filled the air.

Meanwhile, a group of fully armed government troops arrived with a bus to transfer fleeing civilians.

All the civilians scrambled onto the vehicle like drowning people, as if they would be safe once they were on board.

However, the Red Turban Army's purpose today is to kill, and they completely disregard the lives of ordinary people.

The bus had just started moving when it was engulfed in flames by a bomb that fell from the sky!
The boss shuddered, his eyes filled with terror.

"These people are insane..."

Zhang Beixing led his boss through the chaotic crowd at a rapid pace.

"Don't look around, keep up. I won't take care of you if you fall behind."

But there were just too many Red Turban Army soldiers on the streets, as if they had suddenly sprung up from the ground, and killings were happening everywhere.

Despite Zhang Beixing's best efforts to avoid battle, he was still pursued by a group of Red Turban soldiers.

The two sides collided, and Zhang Beixing leaped forward, snapping the wrist of the first man. The latter's rifle went out of control, pointing skyward and firing incessantly.

The moment the bullet jammed, Zhang Beixing smashed his skull with a single palm strike.

Several thugs rushed forward at once. Zhang Beixing leaped forward and kicked one of them, knocking down several others in the process.

This is no time for chivalry; strike while the iron is hot. Zhang Beixing raised his hand and fired back, his merit points accumulating and climbing until he unknowingly broke through the ten thousand mark.

However, at this moment, Zhang Beixing had no time to think about anything else.

kill!kill!kill!

The splattered blood gradually stained his eyes red.

Zhang Beixing swiftly charged into the Red Turban Army, his movements agile and evasive, while simultaneously returning fire.

He moved nimbly, charging left and right, leaving nothing but devastation in his wake, unstoppable and invincible, like a god of war on the battlefield!
A few drops of bright red blood had now stained Zhang Beixing's handsome face, making him appear even more murderous and terrifying, almost too much to bear looking at.

The chubby boss who had been following Zhang Beixing was completely stunned.

Good heavens, is this even a human being?

These fierce-looking Red Turban Army soldiers were like a bunch of younger brothers in front of Zhang Beixing, completely powerless to fight back.

If these Red Turban Army soldiers are likened to eggs, then Zhang Beixing is an indestructible diamond!
Wherever it goes, it crumbles at the slightest touch!
The fat boss even saw several Red Turban soldiers who had been terrified by the killing. They were clearly scared out of their wits by the fierce god in front of them. They ripped off their masks, blended into the crowd, and ran away.

They would rather face a hail of bullets than meet Zhang Beixing.

Bullets don't have eyes and may not hit the body; but once Zhang Beixing has his eye on you, death is inevitable! It's terrifying!

The unusual activity was noticed by several Red Turban Army soldiers armed with heavy weapons, who immediately turned their rocket launchers toward Zhang Beixing's location.

—Sizzle!
His spider-sense activated instantly, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Beixing saw a rocket hurtling towards him.

"Lie down properly!"

With a sharp shout, Zhang Beixing raised his leg and kicked out.

He kicked the 200-pound fat boss away, then moved swiftly and darted behind a half-collapsed building.

Immediately afterwards, the rocket exploded with a deafening roar, sending sand and dust flying everywhere.

Zhang Beixing spat out a mouthful of mud and cursed angrily, "You're asking for it! You don't know what's good for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Beixing suddenly darted out, leaping into the air and crashing into the Red Turban Army soldiers blocking his path like a cannonball, instantly killing and injuring countless people.

Zhang Beixing's eyes flashed with rage as he roared at the fat boss who was still standing there, stunned:

"What are you standing there for? Keep up! I'll lead you out of here! Quickly, show me the way!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Head north!"

The belatedly aware boss suddenly came to his senses, nodded hastily like a chicken pecking at rice, and pointed to a small alley to the north.

As he spoke, the boss's feet seemed to be oiled, and his speed suddenly increased. (End of Chapter)