He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

This is an unforgivable sin!

The whispers and unspoken fears within the ranks all reached the ears of Commander Daddy.

His slightly twitching Adam's apple betrayed a well-hidden hint of fear in his heart.

The old man stared wide-eyed at Zhang Beixing with a hesitant look.

He didn't believe there were any creatures in the world that couldn't be killed by guns, but Zhang Beixing in front of him did indeed give him an unprecedented sense of strangeness, which forced him to treat him with caution.

Taking advantage of the moment of hesitation, Zhang Beixing breathed heavily. He had just exhausted most of his strength and needed time to recover. If he collapsed here, the lives of everyone else would be in danger.

Zhang Beixing asked himself honestly, he could indeed disregard the safety of everyone else, and in a desperate situation, it would be understandable to escape with only his sister. However, even so, his current physical condition probably couldn't protect Zhang Yingying from harm.

Faced with these behemoths of modern weaponry, one person's strength is ultimately too weak.

After a moment of silence, the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had made up his mind. He pulled out his Desert Eagle from his waist and shouted.

"I must kill this brat today!"

After saying that, the old man leaped off the car and onto the ground, striding forward.

Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and a silver scalpel slowly slid from his sleeve into his palm.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing's peak acting skills were on full display. Although he had no injuries, he gave these people the feeling of being extremely weak, as if they were just one step away from crushing him to death.

Of course, this is just a misleading illusion of feigning weakness to the enemy.

Anyone who believes him, and even relaxes their guard in the slightest, will be killed by Zhang Beixing immediately.

Zhang Beixing's muscles were subtly tensing. Killing a commander wasn't difficult, but breaking out unscathed afterward would be tricky.

A cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he strode forward.

Zhang Beixing remained expressionless, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and kill him instantly.

However, at that moment, suddenly, the northern half of the sky was illuminated by two red magnesium-aluminum signal flares.

—Whoosh! Whoosh!

Everyone looked up at the sky without prior arrangement.

A commotion broke out in the Red Turban Army ranks; this was General Audu's order to retreat.

The old man frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and then continued forward.

—Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three more signal flares immediately burst into the night sky, their fiery red tails drawing several huge arcs of light in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, General Audu's tirade filled everyone's communication channels.

"WTF! What are you doing? Retreat, everyone! Don't kill any Chinese people!"

Upon receiving the order, the Red Turban Army immediately began to withdraw without hesitation.

The Red Turban Army was merely assisting the mercenaries in combat; they were not the actual fighting force of Dane Strategic Resources. Their true commander was General Audu. Moreover, they were no longer willing to engage Zhang Beixing, as he had become a source of fear for them. Upon receiving orders, they immediately fled the factory war zone as if fleeing.

Seeing the main force of the Red Turban Army retreat, the angry old man couldn't help but start cursing.

"What the hell is this pig trying to do? It's ruined my plans again! Idiot!"

Even if he could successfully kill the enemy, this was their home turf, and he didn't want to lead his team alone to be surrounded by the factory's armed forces; that would be a complete disaster.

Several mercenaries looked at their father and asked, "Boss, what do we do?"

The old man spat angrily on the ground, glared at Zhang Beixing, and roared resentfully, "Retreat!"

The mercenaries turned and dispersed like a receding tide.

The old man gave Zhang Beixing a cold laugh.

"Kid, you're lucky to have escaped with your life today. But don't worry, I'll be back soon to kill you again."

After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Did he escape with his life?
Hehe, very good.

Actually, this was a sentence that Zhang Beixing wanted to give to him.

At this moment, both Zhang Beixing himself and everyone else in the factory needed ample time to recuperate after this major battle. To avoid unnecessary retaliation from the enemy, Zhang Beixing temporarily spared his father Dai En's life.

But that wasn't Zhang Beixing's primary concern at the moment. Because just as the signal flare exploded in the sky, the system's long-absent, sweet notification tone suddenly rang in Zhang Beixing's mind.

"Ding! System upgrade 70%, some functions have been reactivated!"

"Some functions have been reactivated!"

Upon hearing this notification, Zhang Beixing was momentarily stunned.

He then instinctively gave the system the instruction: "Report the details of the function recovery."

The system responded swiftly: "Book extraction function has been restored, dimensional space has been opened, and the super-god-level reading function is under construction..."

Zhang Beixing was already used to the system's tendency to frequently malfunction.

However, humans are creatures with a strong tendency to rely on inertia. If it were something that had never happened before, it would be fine, but once you get used to the existence of a system, suddenly losing that support will inevitably make you feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Beixing was naturally delighted when the system beeped again after a long absence.

As for the mercenaries and Red Turban Army retreating rapidly like a tide, Zhang Beixing didn't care about them at all.

Now that he has a system in place, a small company like Dane Strategic Resources is nothing to Zhang Beixing.

Those little hidden worries and concerns that I had before have now vanished.

As the ancients said, "Don't pursue a defeated enemy." Zhang Beixing had his own plans for what to do next.

Zhang Beixing reached out and brushed off the rubble that had fallen on him. He slowly stood up from the ruins, stretched his arms and muscles, and in the blink of an eye, the injuries he had sustained from the hail of bullets gradually healed.

"Open your personal panel."

Name: Zhang Beixing
Physical fitness: A+
Strength: B+
Speed: C+
Skills: Proficiency in all firearms, disguise, hacking, spider-sense, bomb disposal, medical skills, the Golden Chest technique, persuasion, acting skills, the Nine Swords of Dugu, and archery (new).
Backpack: Super Soldier Serum, the Everlasting Golden Eyes! (New)

Titles: King of Dogs, Master Thief, King of Birds, King of Land Warfare, Master of Ventriloquism, Master of Jade Gambling, Master of Hypnosis (New)
Dimensional Space: 100 cubic meters (Activated)
Merit Points Balance: 635 (-20000 New feature build in progress...)
Evaluation: A new kind of human who has broken free from the shackles of primary genes!
A pale blue light screen appeared in front of Zhang Beixing's eyes, and he quickly scanned it.

Both strength and speed have been increased, and 20,000 merit points have been deducted. Other than that, there are not many other changes.

Looking at the familiar interface in front of him, Zhang Beixing felt completely relaxed.

"Ah, it's time to enjoy the wonderful time of reading again!"

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing conjured a book out of thin air as if by magic. He then began reading with great interest, pulling his feet out of the dirt mound and leisurely turning to leave. ...

Some were happy while others were sad. Zhang Beixing was overjoyed, but his father was furious.

General Audu's foolish order made him feel that he had missed a good opportunity to kill Zhang Beixing.

With each instance of General Audu's arrogance and domineering attitude, Father's patience with him had been completely worn away.

The old man was followed by a squad of fully armed mercenaries, who strode confidently into the Red Turban Army's headquarters.

Pushing open the door to the command center, Audu, who was deploying the latest strategy, turned around and saw him. He immediately flew into a rage and turned to walk over.

Without saying a word, he immediately started swearing as usual.

"Idiot! Do you even know what you're doing?"

"I've had enough! You idiot, how many times have I told you not to kill Chinese people! Have you been ignoring me?"

"After I seize power in Tria, I need their recognition, otherwise I will never be a legitimate government. Do you even understand that, you fucking idiot?!"

General Audu, like a raging lion, spat and pointed at his father's nose, unleashing a torrent of abuse.

His father, standing opposite him, put his hands on his hips, sighed helplessly, and his eyes were full of impatience.

This idiot, haven't you put up with him long enough?
This trip to the continent didn't earn me much money; instead, it cost me two of my most elite mercenary squads. It was a complete waste of time and money.
Now we actually have to keep putting up with that idiot Audu's spittle?
Ha ha.

He'd had enough; his patience had run out.

The company headquarters' message was clear: this coup in Tria, Azerbaijan, was not merely about a paltry sum of commission; what the company truly desired was power within the country.

Originally, I intended to support this idiot Audu, but now... I just can't stand it anymore.

In short, as long as the power of this country is in the hands of the company, is that enough?

Wouldn't it be the same to just use a different puppet?
Even if someone is useless, an obedient puppet is far better than an arrogant and ambitious schemer.

Having figured this out, the old man calmed down and looked at Audu with a forced smile.

Audu frowned, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"What the hell are you laughing at? Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"You! And your men, you've all been fired!"

"Get out of Tria! You ruined my plans. I'm going to file a complaint with Twilight Corporation. You'll be kicked out like a dog!"

Faced with Audu's incessant roar, the old man smiled slightly with interest.

"you……"

Audu was about to speak again, but he was interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain before he could utter a single word.

Without warning, the smiling old man suddenly attacked, drawing a military knife in a flash and stabbing it into Audu's jaw with lightning speed!
"--puff!"

Flesh and blood were instantly pierced by the sharp blade, and blood splattered everywhere.

Audu stared in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

How can it be?

How could this be?
This bastard actually dared to kill his own employer!

However, it was too late. His father severed his brain nerves with a single stroke, killing him instantly.

The change came too suddenly; the Red Turban Army guards and cadres in the command room hadn't even had time to react to what had happened.

The elite mercenaries under the old man's command worked in perfect unison. The instant the old man made his move, they instinctively raised their guns, aimed at the surrounding guards, and pulled the triggers.

Before the guards who tried to resist could even draw their guns, they were all shot dead, their blood staining the floor of the command hall.

In the blink of an eye, the mercenaries used overwhelming force to completely control the entire Red Turban Army command post, and no officer dared to make a move.

Audu collapsed to the ground in anger and resentment, his eyes wide and bloodshot, staring intently at his father.

The old man let out a contemptuous sneer at the corpse on the ground.

"Pooh!"

With a cold laugh, the old man asked the surviving staff officer in the middle with great interest.

Do you want to be the new master of this country?

The Red Turban Army operations officer, who was in a state of shock and fear, suddenly snapped out of his daze. Looking at the miserable General Audu on the ground, he shuddered and snapped to attention, saluting.

"Yes! I am at your service... my master..."

In Zhang Beixing's original plan, the dark and windy night was the perfect time to kill. Tonight's mission was not only to counter the arrogant mercenaries, but also to take the crucial step of leading everyone in the factory out of the encirclement.

……

Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes.

The enemy had just retreated, and before the dawn of victory could be seen, the people within the ranks were already restless, and all sorts of rumors were spreading. As the saying goes, you can't see into someone's heart.

The darkest hour has passed, and a pale dawn breaks in the eastern sky, accompanied by the brilliant light of the rising sun.

When Lao He returned to the assembly workshop after setting up a minefield around the factory, the workshop was already tense and noisy.

Secretary Lin, who usually keeps her hair neatly combed and is always full of energy, is now in a state of hysterical madness.

He stood among the workers, waving his arms vigorously and shouting loudly.

"Can't you see it? Since this man came to our factory, how many of our brothers and sisters have died!"

"We were perfectly safe before, and he brought us so much disaster!"

"You actually want to break through with him? Go ahead and die if you want, but I'm not going!"

Under Secretary Lin's impassioned incitement, some workers who were unaware of the truth also showed expressions of grief and indignation.

Many people have already blamed Zhang Beixing, this outsider, for their misfortune and bad luck. Even if they don't say anything, they have already been left with a shadow of fear in their hearts.

Human nature is unpredictable, and Zhang Beixing did not wish to comment on this matter.

These people are completely unrelated to him; let them think whatever they want. What does it have to do with him?
Those who are willing to come with me can come together; those who are not can stay here and wait to die.

Zhang Beixing never liked wasting his breath on fools. (End of Chapter)