He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

He immediately transformed into a nimble fat man and quickly chased after Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing caught a glimpse of the fat boss following behind him out of the corner of his eye, and glanced at him with slight surprise.

In order to prevent his boss from falling behind and being shot, Zhang Beixing slightly suppressed his charging speed, but even so, his rapid charge was still terrifying.

Unexpectedly, the fat boss was able to keep up with Zhang Beixing and never let him fall behind. A broker who can thrive in a war-torn country must have some skills after all.

This also shows that human potential is indeed limitless when faced with dire circumstances.

Zhang Beixing transformed into a steel beast covered in thorns, rampaging through the streets. Anyone who dared to block his way was killed without mercy. He carved a bloody path through the streets in the simplest and most brutal way possible!
The sounds of gunfire gradually faded into the distance behind the street.

Zhang Beixing, covered in blood, let out a soft sigh of relief. The fat boss, on the other hand, was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he ran.

As they charged forward, countless Red Turban Army soldiers lay dead along the way. They terrified the enemy, and gradually no one dared to pursue them to their deaths.

Zhang Beixing and the fat boss finally got a chance to catch their breath.

Zhang Beixing leaned against the wall on one side of the alley, breathing deeply and taking a short rest to ensure he had enough energy to deal with any crisis when entering the next dangerous place.

While resting with his eyes closed, Zhang Beixing recalled the simple map drawn by his boss.

My thoughts raced, and I quickly memorized the surrounding buildings and their internal structure of the St. Francis Chinese Hospital.

For the time being, no fools dared to chase after them to their deaths, and the sounds of gunfire seemed to have faded into the distance, but the war was far from over.

Three blocks behind them, in the central urban area, the fierce gun battle between the Red Turban Army and the government forces had reached a fever pitch. Countless innocent civilians were bombarded by grenades and hit by bullets, falling one after another into pools of blood.

The evolution of weapons of war has increasingly deviated from the basic principle of human self-defense, gradually turning into a heinous crime of slaughter.

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

To be selfish, if one of his thoughts could save someone's life.

On one side were ten thousand unfamiliar foreigners, and on the other side was his sister.

Zhang Beixing doesn't think at all, nor does he hesitate in the slightest.

He would immediately choose to save his sister Zhang Yingying, rather than the larger group of strangers.

In this weighing of choices, Zhang Beixing admits that he was selfish.

Let alone ten thousand people, even a million, none of them are as important as my sister.

Zhang Beixing asked himself honestly, he was no saint, he couldn't do selfless dedication, he was just an ordinary person.

As Zhang Beixing pondered and reflected, the chaotic atmosphere gradually returned to normal, becoming long and lingering once more.

The fat boss, who had been running wildly alongside Zhang Beixing, was now finally able to catch his breath, his entire body trembling from the intense exercise.

The fat boss stood with his hands on his hips, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

He dared not squat down, even though that would better relieve the fatigue caused by strenuous physical activity.

But that was only temporary.

A short rest would make his muscles even more tired, and if he did that, it would mean he couldn't run anymore and would just have to wait to die.

The fat boss glanced at Zhang Beixing's expression and swallowed hard.

The reason this killing god took him along was definitely not out of any sense of kinship, but simply because he was useful.

If I become a burden, I can easily imagine what my fate will be.

About five minutes later, Zhang Beixing slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the fat boss staring at him, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but frown slightly.

The latter quickly averted his gaze and gave a fawning smile.

In this godforsaken place where you could lose your head at any moment, if you've finally stumbled upon a powerful ally, you have to hold on tight!
Zhang Beixing's aura surged back to its peak, his eyes sharp and piercing.

"Let's go, I need to get to the hospital as quickly as possible."

The boss nodded obediently, but couldn't help mentioning it.

"Hey bro, not that I'm being nosy, but you saw what happened just now. These guys kill without blinking an eye."

"The world is too chaotic right now in Tria. The area you're going to is no different from what we just experienced. What important thing do you have that you absolutely must go there?"

"If you ask me, the safest place in all of Tria right now is our Chinese embassy. Why don't we go to the embassy and seek asylum?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to take me with you, I wouldn't mind kicking you back to where you were before."

Upon hearing this, the boss felt utterly dejected; there was absolutely no room for negotiation.

Having just witnessed Zhang Beixing's brutal killing of the criminals, if he were to change his mind now and try to run away on his own, he believed that Zhang Beixing would really kick him back without any exaggeration.

If I say I'll use one kick, I absolutely won't use a second.

"I was just saying, how could I go back on my promise?" the boss said righteously. "Go, go, go! Of course I'm going, I'm leaving now!"

Zhang Beixing strode forward, and the boss followed with a bitter expression.

As the boss walked, he muttered his resentment and anger towards the Red Turban Army under his breath.

"Twelve years of hardship and perseverance, and then one day of war, they were all wiped out! Those damned Red Turban Army..."

……

Immediately after the outbreak of civil war in Bugantia, the Chinese Embassy, ​​which had more than 100 overseas Chinese citizens residing in Bugantia, contacted China to report the conflict and requested that China quickly dispatch warships to bring back the citizens left behind in Bugantia.

The naval fleet, which was on a mission in the Gulf of Aden, quickly turned around after receiving the order to evacuate its citizens and set sail towards Bugantia.

Captain Gao, who was tasked with the important mission of evacuating Chinese citizens, contacted Prime Minister Bugantia via satellite phone.

"I am very sorry that such a thing happened in your country, but I hope that, in view of the long-standing friendship between our two countries, you can do us one last favor."

"Our military forces cannot directly enter Triya to pick up Dr. Chen without the permission of the United Nations. If possible, you must send more people to protect Dr. Chen's safety."

However, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

In the Prime Minister's office in the Tria government building, the Prime Minister held the microphone, slowly took off his glasses, and his face was full of indescribable pain and sorrow.

After a moment of silence, the Prime Minister took a deep breath and slowly replied, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. You can only rely on yourselves."

After saying this, the Premier felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He hung up the phone weakly and looked ahead.

Across the desk, a dark-skinned mercenary was watching him coldly from his chair.

In the Prime Minister's office in the capital, Tria, the old-fashioned mobile phone on the table had been hung up. The simple act of putting down the receiver seemed to have exhausted all the strength and energy in the Prime Minister's body.

The Premier slowly removed his large right hand from the microphone, his brows furrowed, his dark face filled with pain and resentment.

The Chinese side requested that he send troops to protect Dr. Chen and ensure his safe departure from Bugantia. Haha, what a heartbreaking joke.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to protect Dr. Chen, nor that he disregarded the long-standing friendship with China and was willing to be a treacherous villain; it was simply that he... just couldn't do it!

The will is there, but the power is insufficient. Now, the Premier is not only unable to protect Dr. Chen, but he himself is in dire straits, barely able to save himself.

Across the desk, a black mercenary wearing a bulletproof vest had already pointed his Desert Eagle pistol at his head.

The entire Prime Minister's office was completely unguarded; the building was under the control of these heavily armed mercenaries.

What use is the prime minister?

He was now a lamb to the slaughter, unarmed and completely powerless to resist.

At this moment, all that lingered in the Premier's mind was endless despair.

What's wrong with this country? Why has it become like this? Is it really my fault?

So weakness is the original sin itself.

The Prime Minister took a deep breath.

At this moment, the black mercenary, with a mocking expression on his face, finally spoke leisurely after seeing the prime minister hang up the phone.

"Alright, Mr. Prime Minister, I don't like nonsense. Tell me, where is Dr. Chen?"

Upon hearing this, the Premier glared fiercely at the other party and angrily retorted, "Don't even think about it! I absolutely will not tell you!"

"Heh." The black mercenary sneered. "Actually, I was just asking. I've been wanting to get rid of you for a long time. It's better if you don't say anything, then I'll have another reason to kill you."

As he spoke, the black mercenary raised his Desert Eagle and flicked the safety off with his finger.

The Prime Minister slowly closed his eyes.

--boom!

A gunshot rang out, echoing throughout the mansion.

The Premier collapsed in a pool of blood, right there at his post.

As the black mercenary pulled the trigger, the other mercenaries who had taken control of the entire office also opened fire without hesitation, killing the office's security personnel.

None of the guards survived; they were all killed by these vicious mercenaries.

The black mercenary seemed completely unconcerned about finding Dr. Chen's whereabouts; after killing him, he laughed heartily and strode away.

Just as Zhang Beixing said, Bugantia is in complete chaos and beyond saving.

Desire has consumed the minds of most people, and the flames of war will burn away all civilization and reason.

At the same time, the warships that were speeding across the Indian Ocean accelerated again and headed toward the Tria coastline.

"Please be sure to send troops to protect Dr. Chen!"

"Sorry, I can't help you anymore..."

—Beep beep beep beep!
Captain Gao's brows furrowed instantly as he listened to the busy tone coming from the microphone.

"Pass down the order: reach the port of Tria as quickly as possible and safely evacuate all our nationals there!"

"Furthermore, we should immediately contact our domestic authorities and hope they can obtain permission for our military forces to enter Triya as soon as possible!"

The captain's voice was quickly transmitted throughout the entire ship via loudspeaker.

"Yes!"

"clear!!"

Inside the command center, all the staff sprang into action, and a tense and busy atmosphere filled the air.

……

Inside an abandoned factory that was being used as a temporary military base.

The commander of Dane Military Strategic Resources, a mercenary leader codenamed "Daddy," was sitting with his legs crossed in a chair, impatiently talking to someone on his cell phone.

"Stop with all this nonsense, I just want to know where Dr. Chen is!"

The person on the other end of the microphone had a very fiery temper.

Hearing this aggressive tone, the mercenary commander's face showed impatience.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to the row of poor wretches kneeling on the ground with their faces covered.

He gestured with his chin toward Cockroach, a black mercenary under his command. Cockroach immediately understood and reached out to remove the black mask from one of them.

The mask was removed, revealing the face of a young Black man with undisguised terror in his eyes.

Same skin color, but different treatment.

The old man smiled and handed the phone to the young man's ear, saying gently, "Boy, repeat what you just said to me."

The young man nodded and repeated what he had just told him.

"Dr. Chen is at the St. Francis Chinese Hospital."

The words had barely left his mouth when, after ensuring the other person could hear them clearly, the phone was immediately moved away from his ear.

The old man picked up his phone and spoke into the microphone with a casual smile.

"Did you hear that? We do a really good job. We won't skimp on the promised money, otherwise... you might end up like these guys."

As soon as the words were spoken, the dark-skinned young man, who had been relieved and thought he had escaped, was killed by the cockroach behind him with a single blow, without any chance to resist.

—Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out, and the remaining hostages were also hit by bullets, falling to the ground in pools of blood.

Light and darkness always coexist.

Some people would rather die than reveal Dr. Chen's whereabouts, while others would choose to compromise and submit in the face of death.

Regardless of their choices, no one has the right to stand on moral high ground and criticize them.

Unfortunately, they trusted the wrong person.

The notorious "Daddy" mercenaries have no bottom line.

Dad hung up the phone, pushed open the factory gate, and the sunlight rushed in.

Outside, countless heads thronged the square, red ribbons representing the Red Turban Army fluttered in the wind under the sunlight, and more than a dozen armored tanks looked particularly menacing in the gale.

The old man turned around, looking at the mercenary cockroach beside him with murderous intent, and spoke coldly.

"Have Athena and the others bring the people back to me alive! Except for Dr. Chen, everyone else... kill them without mercy!"

The St. Francis Chinese Hospital is an international non-profit medical institution located in the St. Francis slum in the eastern part of the capital Tria.

Because of its remote location and underdeveloped economy, the slum dwellers often go hungry, and they only get a new set of clothes every few years. Therefore, this area should not have become a battleground for the two sides. (End of Chapter)