He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The snake's face showed an expression of disbelief, and its whole body suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Is it possible for someone in this world to escape an assassination attempt by a sniper rifle?

How is that possible!
Although Viper didn't think the other party could escape and find him in such a short time, he still cautiously connected to the communication channel.

"Attention all units, I've lost track of the target... Uh!"

But he hadn't even finished saying the last word.

"Shh!"

A silver streak of light pierced straight through the earphone hanging by his ear. The immense impact and the sharp blade severed his entire ear in one fell limply to the ground.

The venomous snake stared wide-eyed in terror as it saw a long, narrow scalpel embedded in the metal plate in front of it.

Beneath the knife tip, the blood-stained ear was still trembling slightly.

The viper was startled and instinctively stood up, dropping his sniper rifle and quickly drawing his self-defense pistol from his waist before turning around.

Unfortunately, Zhang Beixing's speed and strength completely overwhelmed him!

As soon as Zhang Beixing reached out, a scalpel silently pierced his heart.

The venomous snake's body collapsed limply, unable to utter a complete sentence until its death.

At that moment, intense gunfire erupted in the plaza not far below, as if thugs were rushing in from all directions.

The singing stopped, and everywhere there were desperate shouts and terrified screams.

Zhang Beixing clapped his hands, squatted down, picked up the other party's sniper rifle, and dialed Lao He's number at the same time.

"Old He, arrange for the workers to take refuge, and notify the armed security guards to begin the counterattack!"

A strong reply came from the other end of the phone: "Understood!"

—Da da da da!
—Bang bang bang!

"A poisonous snake! A poisonous snake!"

"Viper, please respond... Damn it!"

Having lost contact with the venomous snake, the other mercenaries also realized that something was wrong.

Not long after the Red Turban Army stormed into the square, the workers quickly scattered and ran away. Everything seemed to have been pre-arranged, and in the blink of an eye, not a single person was left.

Before the Red Turban Army could react and give chase, someone accidentally triggered a tripwire mine set up in the square.

—Boom boom boom!

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot into the sky, and the Red Turban Army was blown to pieces, with screams echoing everywhere.

Standing on the platform of the tallest chimney fence in the entire factory area, Zhang Beixing looked down at the whole situation and exclaimed in admiration.

"Old He, you made a really good pocket grenade. I'll give you 101 points, one extra point so you won't get too proud!"

"Oh, you're too kind," Old He replied with a smile. "We can talk about it after the battle. There are a few experts hiding in the factory area, and we'll need your help."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered. Not one of them will get away."

After Zhang Beixing finished speaking, he hung up the phone, raised his AWP, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. His superb eyesight immediately swept over the entire factory area, searching for the mercenaries through the sniper scope.

In the factory's network of alleyways, factory security guards were engaged in a fierce firefight with Red Turban Army thugs.

Neither side had heavy weapons; they were both using the classic AK47, firing with both hands raised above their heads, resulting in damage to both sides.

The screams and shouts momentarily drowned out the gunshots.

The moment he heard the gunshot, Zhuo Yi was startled. He had been kept in the dark about the counter-encirclement and suppression operation and had no idea about Zhang Beixing and Lao He's plan.

Seeing a large number of thugs rush into the factory area and indiscriminately shoot the workers, Zhuo Yi's mind went blank for a moment.

A stray bullet grazed his thigh, jolting him back to reality.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yi does have some real skills; he's not just good at bragging.

After regaining his composure, he immediately took over the evacuation work, arranging for the workers to retreat to the safe zone, while he himself stayed behind to cover the rear.

Hearing the intense gunfire around him and stepping on the blood beneath his feet, Zhuo Yi shuddered violently.

He suddenly realized how foolish he had been.

What kind of good war is there?

War itself is the original sin!

Zhuo Yi was preparing to leave with them when, as he turned around, he unexpectedly caught sight of a mercenary stealthily making his way towards the direction where Lao He was fighting.

Danger!

Zhuo Yi gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and immediately gave chase.

If he succeeds, he will be a great hero, like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

If it doesn't work...

Zhuo Yi dared not think any further, but he still chose to go without hesitation because he did not want Zhang Beixing to look down on him!
“Bang bang bang bang—!”

"Da da da... da—!"

Gunfire deafened the factory area, bullets whistled through the night sky, constantly striking the exterior walls of the surrounding buildings, scattering dazzling sparks in all directions.

Old He, carrying an AK47 rifle, moved swiftly through the shadows of the night, aiming at the Red Turban bandits, pulling the trigger from time to time, his shots never missing, each one taking a life.

The rifle muzzle spewed intense flames, the flickering light illuminating Old He's weathered face and the burning fighting spirit in his resolute eyes.

Since retiring from the reconnaissance battalion, he himself couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had felt this excited.

Old He, a former reconnaissance soldier, is not young now. Most of his peers would be enjoying their retirement at home, taking care of their grandchildren.

But the fact that Lao He could still unleash such fierce fighting power at this moment filled Zhang Beixing, who was standing high in the air and accurately firing at the enemy one by one, with sincere respect from the bottom of his heart.

No wonder he's a veteran of China!

When he took off his uniform and laid down his weapons, he was just an ordinary citizen, quietly dedicating himself to national development.

But once he picks up a gun again, he can instantly transform back into a fierce warrior, mercilessly annihilating all enemies who dare to invade!

This is the military spirit of Chinese veterans.

While dodging the bullets fired by the enemy, Lao He quickly rushed to the back of a cover and changed magazines with skillful tactical movements.

The reload is completed in just one second, while the rifle sling is tightened with one hand, forming a temporary triangular stable structure with the wall, which effectively enhances the ability to control the gun.

Old He poked his gun out from behind cover, and bullets whistled out, hitting several thugs who collapsed to the ground.

The battle was extremely fierce. Countless bullets were whizzing past everyone's ears at any moment, and their nerves were stretched like a string about to snap, leaving no room for relaxation.

But just then, behind the bunker where Lao He was standing, a mercenary wielding a curved blade was silently approaching.

Old He was unaware of the commotion behind him; the whistling of bullets drowned out the sound of footsteps.

The burly mercenary, a thug with a ferocious smile, stepped forward, his sharp blade aimed at the back of Old He's neck; blood would be drawn in the next second!

"Drop your weapons!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and the thug's movements froze abruptly. He turned his head slightly and saw that Zhuo Yi, the "sniper," had also come up, holding his M1911 pistol, which was pointed directly at the thug's head.

The thugs dared not make any rash moves and had no choice but to throw away the dagger in their hands.

At the same time, hearing a loud shout behind him, Lao He turned around alertly and saw the mercenary who had touched him from behind. He was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sigh, I'm getting old after all. I almost capsized in a ditch."

As he spoke, Old He gave Zhuo Yi a grateful look.

"Hehe, you saved my life."

Zhuo Yi chuckled sheepishly, "It's nothing. You're one of my employees, it's only right."

The moment Zhuo Yi's attention was diverted, the thug seized the opportunity and launched a sudden attack, turning around to grab the gun in Zhuo Yi's hand and kicking him away.

The pistol slipped from his hand and was snatched by the thugs. He swiftly raised the gun, aimed it at the two men, and pulled the trigger.

—Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three shots in quick succession!

One shot hit Lao He in the chest, and the other two shots hit Zhuo Yi in the head, causing Zhuo Yi to cover his face and scream in pain.

"Holy shit! That fucking hurts!"

crackling sounds...

The "bullet" fell off Zhuo Yi's face and rolled all over the ground.

"What the fuck!"

The thugs were completely stunned when they saw the plastic bullets on the ground.

Old He reacted quickly, raising his gun and firing a bullet that pierced the man's head.

The bullet pierced a huge hole in the mercenary's forehead. The thug glared fiercely at Zhuo Yi before collapsing to the ground, dead, filled with rage.

Damn it, who in their right mind would take a toy gun to the battlefield?
The ruthless killer was tricked to death!
Zhuo Yi let out a long breath, glanced at the mercenary who was dead beyond any doubt, mustered his courage, stepped forward, and picked up the man's weapon.

"Desert Eagle? Holy crap, it's the real thing! I've struck gold!"

Zhuo Yi looked down at the weapon in his hand and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The battle continued, with shadowy figures of the thugs swaying in the factory area and intense gunfire erupting everywhere.

Old He peeked out from behind the cover, glanced around warily, and after confirming there was no danger, turned around and nudged Zhuo Yi.

"This is not the time to play house. You'd better get out of here, or I won't be able to explain this to your dad."

Zhuo Yi said defiantly, "Uncle... uh, Uncle He, you saw it yourself, I can help!"

Old He smiled noncommittally, raised his hand and pointed to the high platform where Zhang Beixing was not far away, then suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

"We're enough for the fighting, but the workers also need protection. Comrade Zhuo Yi, can you handle this mission?"

"Yes!" Zhuo Yi instinctively stood at attention.

Old He said solemnly, "The safety of the workers is in your hands!"

"Uh……"

Zhuo Yi came to his senses. Although he knew that Lao He was just making excuses for him, his pride made him too embarrassed to change his mind, so he could only nod in agreement.

……

"Attention all units! The rioters have lost contact!"

"Sniper, report your location! Please respond!"

The mercenary "Locust," crouching behind a sandbag with an M4A1 rifle full of magazines, was shouting loudly into the communications channel, desperately calling for his teammates.

But the channel remained completely silent, with no one responding.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash!"

After a moment of silence, the locust continued to call out, trying to contact "Old Man" in the command vehicle.

"Boss! We're surrounded!"

However, there was only a crackling static on the communication channel, and no one responded to him.

This was an inevitable outcome—the moment the battle began, after making contact with Lao He, Zhang Beixing had already cut off the other side's communication signals.

From the very beginning, Zhang Beixing intended to turn the factory into an isolated island, exhausting all the mercenaries there.

The locust ripped off its headphones and slammed them to the ground.

After a brief pause, he charged out, cursing, and several factory security guards fell to the ground under his rapid-fire shooting.

Before he could even burst into wild laughter, Zhang Beixing, who was in control of the entire situation from the high platform, had already locked onto his target and pulled the trigger.

--puff!

The last member of the mercenary squad froze, then collapsed into the darkness.

The intense gunfire gradually subsided in the darkness, with a few scattered explosions echoing from the distant shadows.

With Dane's mercenary squad wiped out, the remaining Red Turban Army, numbering less than a few dozen, posed little threat. Within the encirclement commanded by Lao He, eliminating the invading enemy was only a matter of time.

But Zhang Beixing, who was lying prone on the high platform with a sniper rifle in hand, still looked on alertly, scanning the area around the factory with his scope, without relaxing for a moment.

Because he knew that this was only the first wave of "Dad's" attack, and the darkest hour before dawn had not yet arrived.

With Lao He's help, Zhuo Yi was arranging for all the workers to evacuate to a safe area. Everyone's face was filled with fear; no one knew if they would see the sun rise tomorrow. It would be a lie to say they weren't afraid.

A group of surviving Red Turban Army soldiers chased after them from behind, using the numerous abandoned vehicles parked in the factory area as cover. Bullets trailed scorching streaks in the darkness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!"

The agile Old He suddenly aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. His bursts and rapid fire were perfectly coordinated, and the bullets whistled out accurately, making the Red Turban Army almost afraid to show their faces.

Anyone who showed their head was shot dead by Lao He, puffs of blood mist blooming in the darkness, buying the workers more time to evacuate safely.

As for Zhuo Yi, he usually boasts loudly, but this is the first time he's actually fighting someone in real combat.

His hands and feet were shaking violently, and his whole body was trembling like a leaf. All the skills he had learned from shooting at the range were useless. He closed his eyes and randomly pulled the trigger. He didn't even know where the bullet ended up. At most, it had a deterrent effect.

However, for an ordinary person going to the battlefield for the first time, not wetting their pants is already quite good.

This is Old He's assessment of his young master—as for how much of it is exaggerated, that remains to be seen…

On the battlefield, bullets have no eyes. Several Red Turban soldiers emerged from a corner and opened fire indiscriminately, friend or foe. The workers immediately shoved each other, creating chaos as they fled in panic and disorder.

Zhuo Yi cursed angrily and was about to fire back when he was accidentally knocked to the ground by a panicked worker. A burst of bullets then swept over him.

Crackling sounds filled the air as bullets pierced the worker's back, staining both of their clothes with blood.

Old He leaped forward, finishing off the thugs with a single shot, and quickly reached out to pull Zhuo Yi, who was being held down on the ground. (End of Chapter)