He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

In the video footage, the capable henchmen in the hall were shot dead one by one by snipers. Big Bear fell first, followed by Ghost, and finally Athena. The Red Turban Army members were no match for that young Chinese man. The young man killed people with fluid movements, like a feast for the eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just lost two of his most capable subordinates, his father would have applauded and cheered for him.

After watching all the surveillance videos, the old man's face turned ashen, and he gave instructions to the cockroach.

"Send the photo back to headquarters. I need to know all the information about this person within ten minutes."

"clear."

Ten minutes later, headquarters efficiently relayed back all the information that Dad wanted.

The tablet contained comprehensive information about Zhang Beixing, with the exception of some highly confidential details. The level of detail was astonishing.

This clearly demonstrates the strength of the head office that my father mentioned!
Dad took the tablet, glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and gave a playful smile.

"Oh? Interesting, a mysterious special forces unit in China... Wolf Fang?"

"hehe."

The old man sneered, casually tossed the tablet to the cockroach standing behind him, and commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Tell Viper and Black Wolf to bring the second team to meet up with you, and then find him for me. I want to have a good talk with this Chinese kid..."

The cockroach's expression turned serious: "Yes!"

……

In the thicket of the grassland, a pack of hyenas brought countless pheasants and piled them up in front of the car as if to curry favor.

Rachel and Zhang Yingying squatted together on the open ground, preparing to gather firewood and start a fire so they could roast the pheasants and have a big meal to replenish their depleted energy.

Not far away, a group of lions idly waved their tails, chasing away all the mosquitoes that approached, looking very dutiful, like security guards protecting the frontier.

The shopkeeper was using a small knife to carefully carve the wood into the desired shape according to Zhang Beixing's instructions.

The little Black girl was even busier, squatting on the ground, soaking the hemp rope in kerosene, then drying it and repeatedly rubbing it to make the rope stronger.

Zhang Beixing wandered through the jungle, searching for a wildflower called rosemary. Once he found it, he carefully collected the juice squeezed from the roots, stems, and leaves in a half-sized plastic bottle, storing it carefully so he could use it later to poison his arrowheads.

Rosemary, also known as ocean dew, has a scent that can cause dizziness and damage to the nervous system. When an arrow pierces the flesh, it can cause instant unconsciousness.

Suddenly, Zhang Beixing's eyes lit up. He had discovered a plant called Cangxing grass, which was even more poisonous than rosemary, among the weeds, and he was overjoyed.

This thing is the most poisonous herb in Africa, fifty times more toxic than strychnine. Just 0.01 milligrams is enough to kill a strong man.

Although the "Antiaris toxicaria" that I wanted most was not found, these two poisonous plants are enough.

Everyone was busy with their own things, their expressions focused and serious. The occasional laughter of little girls could be heard in the wind. An unsuspecting person would probably think that this group was on a picnic, and they did not look like they were running for their lives at all. No one would have guessed that they had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

Surprisingly, the ferocious beasts of the grasslands did not rush over; instead, they diligently served as their helpers and protectors, creating a truly harmonious and bizarre scene.

Zhang Beixing combined the crossbow's frame and mechanism with mortise and tenon joints, and then connected them with hemp ropes soaked in kerosene using a special method, allowing it to exert considerable power even with minimal draw.

After assembling a finished crossbow, Zhang Beixing took out a long arrow made of wood, aimed it at a large tree in the distance, and shot the arrow.

"Whoosh!"

Without any effort, an arrow shot out through the air!
With a loud thud, the arrowhead pierced three inches into the tree trunk, its fletching still trembling, demonstrating its astonishing power.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the others, Zhang Beixing suddenly broke into a wide smile.

"Hey, it's done! Adding a quiver to the mechanism to make it fire in bursts won't be a problem!"

The natural scenery of the tropical savanna is breathtaking, and the gentle breeze washes away the weariness of everyone's soul ravaged by war.

The SUV was started and set off again, speeding along in the gentle breeze to the nearest town to refuel.

The boss, with a cigarette between his fingers, continued to act as the driver, repeatedly emphasizing the same points to Zhang Beixing as he puffed out smoke.

"Brother, my surname isn't Yu, it's Qian, the Qian from Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li, the Qian from money!"

Zhang Beixing nodded and said perfunctorily, "Okay, I understand, Boss Yu."

Mr. Qian's voice faltered, he was completely speechless, and his face was full of helplessness.

"Fine, fine, call me whatever you want. My surname is Yu, okay?"

Zhang Beixing casually laughed and said, "Wouldn't it have been better to admit it sooner?"

Boss Qian: "..."

The SUV has a spacious interior that can comfortably accommodate five people without feeling cramped.

In the back seat, the little girl, who had endured a series of blows and emotional torment, had fallen asleep again. Her dark little face nestled in Rachel's arms, a sweet smile playing on her lips in her dreams.

Zhang Yingying held her fully charged phone, looked down at the map, and searched for a route forward.

"Brother, the nearest town, Badda, is 20 kilometers away. Our fuel might not last long enough to get there, and the car will break down halfway."

"Moreover, news reports indicate that fierce fighting has also broken out in the town of Badda, with local Red Turbans and government forces vying for a local military outpost."

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly: "Are there any other populated areas nearby?"

Zhang Yingying replied, "There is a machinery factory five kilometers north of the intersection ahead. It is a Chinese-owned enterprise, but I don't know if anyone is still there now."

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment and then slowly said, "Since there are no other options, we can only take a gamble."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing turned to look at Mr. Qian, who was driving, and said, "Teacher Yu, let's go to the factory."

"Okay, sure."

Mr. Qian nodded, clearly indicating that he had completely given up on the matter of the name.

The car sped through the wilderness, and gradually the scenery ahead became more human-filled. The beautiful natural landscape slowly receded behind us, and an overpass spanning the Lancang River came into view. On both sides of the bridge, more and more residential buildings were scattered like stars.

Unfortunately, all of these houses are now deserted due to the war.

The factory is set, and the goal remains unchanged.

On the other side of the Lancang River, the Chinese-owned factory shown on the map is now within easy reach, visible to the naked eye in the distance.

The factory's massive chimneys are still billowing white smoke, proving that construction is ongoing and people are inside.

Finally, their hard work paid off, and they didn't make a wasted trip. Seeing this, Boss Qian immediately regained his motivation, stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

As the car slowly approached the factory area surrounded by steel wire mesh, passing through lush woods, a huge black logo came into Zhang Beixing's view on a distant container platform.

—Zhuoshi Machinery & Steel Group!
The car was almost out of fuel. As it entered the factory area, the fuel gauge was almost empty, and the engine was making a clicking noise.

Zhang Beixing glanced at the sign once and immediately became wary.

Because at that very moment.

"Oh!"

A gunshot shattered the tranquility of the sky.

On the muddy ground ahead, a bright yellow bullet casing exploded on the road, creating a cloud of dust.

Boss Qian slammed on the brakes, looking nervous and glancing around frantically before finally fixing his gaze on Zhang Beixing's face, waiting for Zhang Beixing to make a decision.

The sudden gunshot woke the little girl from her sleep. Like a wounded little animal, she clung tightly to Rachel. Rachel reached out and stroked her head, whispering words of comfort.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, Uncle will protect us."

Zhang Beixing turned around abruptly and said earnestly, "It's my brother. I'm not even twenty yet."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingying couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Rachel looked surprised: "You're so small?"

She found it hard to believe that the killer who had slain criminals like a madman was actually a guy who was not even twenty years old.

Mr. Qian remained expressionless and made no comment, mainly because he was in no mood for jokes given the current crisis.

However, Zhang Beixing's words made the three girls relax a bit.

Zhang Beixing smiled and looked at Boss Qian, teasingly encouraging him, "Teacher Yu, it seems they don't welcome us. Negotiation is your forte. Why don't we wait for you in the car, and you go down and discuss it with them?"

"No way, what if they start shooting at the drop of a hat..." Boss Qian said with a wry smile.

Boss Qian is quite adept at swindling people in business, but he falls apart when faced with danger. Who knows, there might be a few guns hidden behind these scattered containers. Asking him to go out and negotiate? Ha! He'd be lucky if he didn't soil his pants.

As the two were talking, another burst of gunfire rang out in front of the car, kicking up clouds of dust and fumes in front of the tires.

But since the other party didn't shoot them directly in the head, it means they weren't vicious criminals, and there's still room for negotiation.

Seeing Boss Qian's dejected and apologetic expression, Zhang Beixing stopped teasing him. After placing the conspicuous weapon on the chair, he generously raised his hand above his head, exposing his body to the other party's view to show that he had no ill intentions.

The other party did not continue firing. Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, reached out and pushed open the car door, and stepped out of the car.

The first thing I did after getting out of the car was to gently push the door shut with my palm.

When traveling, one should not harbor malicious intentions, but one must be wary of others.

The world is a dangerous place; it's always good to be cautious.

Zhang Beixing looked around, his hawk-like gaze sweeping across the area. By judging the trajectories of the bullets, he had almost completely figured out the enemy's ambush location. Even if the enemy suddenly turned on him, he was confident that he could dodge their first volley and lead Zhang Yingying and the others to safety immediately.

Zhang Beixing smiled and shouted, "Don't shoot! We are Chinese, not terrorists. I know your boss is also Chinese. We are going to the port and would like to borrow some fuel from you. Is that convenient?"

"Of course, in this time of war, we won't shamelessly take your things for free. If you have any requests, and I can fulfill them, you can tell me. We can discuss it together. It's perfectly acceptable to settle the payment for the goods."

The container area remained quiet, and no one answered. Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly, but his muscles tensed up slightly in an instant, gathering strength.

The next second, a group of black men in security uniforms suddenly rushed out from all directions, carrying AK47s, and surrounded their SUV.

Five or six AK47s, their dark muzzles pointed at Zhang Beixing, their expressions serious, as if they were about to fire at the slightest provocation.

But Zhang Beixing maintained a calm and harmless smile, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout suddenly came from the loudspeakers hanging on the high platforms of the buildings around the factory area. The voice was playful, but it was fluent Mandarin.

"Heh, kid, you've got some big talk. What makes you think you have the right to help me?"

As the words fell, a group of fully armed security guards escorted a spoiled young man dressed in camouflage field uniform and holding a revolver as he swaggered out of the open gate.

He was decked out in combat gear, but the red headset hanging around his neck seemed out of place.

He exuded an arrogant and haughty air, clearly a rich young master who had never been tempered by society.

Seeing that someone was finally coming out of the factory, Zhang Beixing smiled slightly and continued walking forward.

He lightly lifted his leg and stepped over a tripwire grenade trap set on the ground, seemingly unconcerned.

Inside the SUV, Boss Qian nervously swallowed, while Zhang Qing and Rachel, along with two other girls, leaned against the car window, their eyes slightly wide.

With an arrogant smile on his face, Zhuo Shao walked straight up to Zhang Beixing, his chin slightly raised, almost looking down at him.

The wealthy young master known as Young Master Zhuo stood in front of Zhang Beixing, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Beixing without restraint.

Zhang Beixing remained calm, his eyes fixed straight ahead, but he couldn't help but find it amusing, as if he were seeing his teenage self, young and fearless.

Ha ha.

Looking at the arrogant behavior of this spoiled brat, Zhang Beixing sighed inwardly and shook his head slightly.

Well, thankfully we're not mortal enemies. We're in a foreign land, but we're both of Chinese blood. Otherwise, if you were to come here like an idiot and deliver yourself to your death, I would have twisted your head off long ago!
Before Zhang Beixing could respond, Zhuo Shao raised the walkie-talkie he was holding, brought it to his lips, and questioned Zhang Beixing in a deep voice.

"I have eighteen AK47s, thirty Type 79 grenades, and thousands of rifle bullets here!"

Zhuo Shao, his face full of arrogance, raised his voice slightly and asked Zhang Beixing with a smile.

"How about it? This amount of weaponry should be enough to equip a reinforced platoon!"

The walkie-talkie connects to all the loudspeakers in the factory area, amplifying his voice and transmitting it to every corner of the factory, making it deafening.

Zhang Beixing remained expressionless, slightly raising an eyebrow and looking at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

Zhuo Shao had finally managed to show off, but the person in front of him didn't show any appreciation whatsoever. He immediately raised an eyebrow and looked displeased.

Whoosh! (End of Chapter)