He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

That's his attitude.

However, Zhang Yingying and Rachel, who were standing to the side, looked a little nervous and were very worried about Zhang Beixing's current situation.

Old He walked into the workshop from outside and saw that some workers had been stirred up by Secretary Lin and were indignant. He couldn't help but shout angrily.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you even tell the difference between enemies and friends?!"

Zhuo Yi, who rushed over upon hearing the news, was still wearing the same camouflage training uniform he wore the night before, which was a high imitation of the Navy SEALs' uniform, and his body and face were covered in dirt.

Gone was the glamour of the past; instead, a man's spirit, forged in the fires of war, emanated from within.

Zhuo Yi took a few steps to Secretary Lin and grabbed him by the collar.

"Damn it! Old Lin, what the hell are you saying?"

"Didn't you see what happened last night? If Zhang Beixing hadn't saved us, would anyone still be alive in this factory?"

"I don't care what others do, and I don't care what your ulterior motives are, but I can tell you, he saved my life. From now on, Zhang Beixing is my brother, closer than blood brothers. You're not allowed to slander him like this!"

Faced with her boss's questioning, Secretary Lin had no choice but to suppress her explosive temper and offered a helpless explanation.

"Young Master, haven't you all noticed? We were living peacefully and well, but ever since he came, people have been dying every day. Maybe he's the one who led the Red Turban Army here!"

Hearing Secretary Lin smear Zhang Beixing, Rachel couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily to defend Zhang Beixing.

"Don't talk nonsense! Zhang Beixing is not with those armed men. Just the day before yesterday, he saved me and Pasha at the hospital. The shop owner, Mr. Qian, can also testify for him!"

Secretary Lin, disregarding everything else, launched into a long, impatient monologue.

"So, I can understand it this way: he appeared precisely when your friend Dr. Chen died!"

"Wherever he appears, there are mercenaries or Red Turban Army soldiers. There's fighting everywhere. How can you say there's no connection?"

"So many people have died, yet he's the only one who's completely unharmed. Don't you have any doubts? Am I doing this for myself? I'm doing this for all the workers!"

Rachel was speechless for a moment, but still stubbornly shook her head, her gaze unwavering.

"I trust my judgment; he's definitely not a bad person!"

"enough!"

Secretary Lin has repeatedly disrupted the morale of the troops, prompting Zhuo Yi to angrily rebuke him.

"Old Lin, shut up. I still consider you family. Don't say anything more. No matter what, I will save everyone."

"How can you save him?"

Faced with the threat of death, Secretary Lin's pretense completely crumbled, and he retorted with spittle flying.

"Tell me, with so many people, how are you going to save them?"

Secretary Lin retorted without hesitation, her face full of impatience.

"Brother Fan, what time is it? Stop showing off, you bastard!"

That hurts! Dude...!
Zhuo Yi was stunned, but he couldn't refute it at all.

Secretary Lin's words were harsh, but they were flawless, leaving no room for rebuttal.

In the face of real war, he really knew nothing but how to talk tough. If it weren't for Lao He fighting alongside him last night, he probably would have been dead long ago.

Looking back now, I realize how incredibly stupid I was to think that the sound of gunfire was the most beautiful sound in the world. I was such a fucking idiot!
Zhuo Yi fell silent, because he didn't know how to answer Lao Lin's question.

Zhang Beixing, however, seemed unconcerned, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What the hell is 'Brother Fan'? What's your real name anyway?"

Zhuo Shao curled his lip and said confidently.

"When you're out in the game, everyone has a nickname!"

"I don't change my name, I don't change my surname, my surname is Zhuo, my given name is Yi, and my courtesy name is Yifan. Is there a problem?"

Zhang Beixing shook his head, clenching his fists so tightly they cracked. "No problem, it's just that you seem to be itching for a beating."

Zhuo Shao was startled and instinctively shrank his head, managing a wry smile.

"No, no, no, Brother Yu, what time is it? I'm speaking up for you, why aren't you worried at all?"

Zhang Beixing shrugged innocently, with a completely nonchalant expression.

Zhuo Yi suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

Why do I always feel like I'm the one who's more worried than the emperor?

At this moment, Lao He also stepped forward. He tried to say something to salvage the unfriendly situation, but he hesitated to speak.

He was a soldier, and so was Zhang Beixing. The mutual respect between soldiers made Lao He believe in Zhang Beixing's character from the bottom of his heart.

A soldier's sense of honor would never allow him to become a traitor, but some things just get worse the more you try to explain them. Old He, who wasn't good with words, didn't know how to help Zhang Beixing out of his predicament.

Secretary Lin, taking advantage of the situation, turned to look at Zhang Beixing, who remained silent as if watching a show, and raised her voice to question him.

"Zhang Beixing, aren't you going to say anything?"

Say?
……say what?
What's the point of talking to an idiot like you!

Seeing Secretary Lin jumping around hysterically in front of him, Zhang Beixing didn't even bother to roll his eyes.

You've been rambling on and on, making yourself seem so righteous and self-righteous, and all you've said is that you're thinking about the workers' safety.
Haha, that was practically a series of fancy farts!

With such petty thoughts, why waste so much breath? In the end, isn't it all just to satisfy his own selfish desires and want to save his own life?

It's no wonder that this self-proclaimed clever Secretary Lin wouldn't care about the life or death of others!
But there are just too many fools in this world. They are easily swayed by a few words and are willing to be used as pawns by others. Zhang Beixing has no interest in trying to enlighten their minds.

Zhang Beixing blinked, spread his hands innocently, and revealed his usual casualness between his brows.

"No matter what you want to hear, I only have one sentence."

The workers quieted down and all looked at Zhang Beixing, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "I'm a man of my word. Like I said, if you want to live, come with me. If you don't believe me, then get lost and don't get in my way."

hiss……!
Is it really that tough?

Everyone originally thought Zhang Beixing would say something to appease them and defend himself, but to everyone's surprise, he immediately confronted them head-on, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

The workers couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Qing and Rachel exchanged a glance and gave each other a helpless, bitter smile.

Sigh, I knew my brother was like that all along. He never bows his head to anyone. He's decisive, efficient, and never hesitant or wishy-washy!

Mr. Qian, who was mingling with the group of black men, quietly gave Zhang Beixing a thumbs up.

Wow, brother, that was a brilliant move to turn the tables! A true masterstroke, Yan Xiaoliu!
After a long while, Secretary Lin, who was stunned and speechless, finally came to her senses and waved her hands in frustration.

"Look at this guy, everyone! How arrogant is he?"

"Go with you? How the hell are we supposed to go? We fought all night, we're out of bullets, and a bunch of guns are broken. How are we going to break through their lines? Are you expecting us to use our bodies to block bullets?"

Zhang Beixing sighed helplessly, opened his mouth slightly, and was about to say that he had plenty of weapons.

At this point, most of the system's functions have restarted, and the dimensional space has been opened.

Although there weren't many weapons and ammunition in the space, he had books. As the saying goes, "In books, you'll find beauty and wealth." You could say that books contain everything.

The system can extract not only skills, but also some items from the book.

For example, Zhang Beixing could readily recall the high-tech weapons described in military books.

The reason he never extracted them before was that extracting these weapons and equipment into reality would consume a lot of merit points.

For Zhang Beixing, he already possessed formidable strength, so these weapons were rather useless and not particularly necessary.

Moreover, the military region would naturally prepare all the special equipment he needed for each mission, so he wouldn't have to waste his merit points. However, at this time, this equipment could come in quite useful.

Besides weapons and equipment that already exist in reality, futuristic weapons in science fiction works, and even magical artifacts in fantasy novels, can, in principle, be realized.

The merit points required to withdraw cash are an astronomical sum!
After last night's great battle, the system has now completed the settlement of merits.

Zhang Beixing has accumulated another 3,500 merit points. It's a piece of cake to replace the worn-out AK47s in the workers' hands with a batch of new equipment.

Even heavy weapons such as main battle tanks and armored vehicles are not a big problem.

But the premise is that Zhang Beixing is not some kind-hearted philanthropist, and as for being a spendthrift, well, let's just say he's not.

These people had to obey his orders to survive; otherwise, Zhang Beixing didn't care about their lives at all.

But before Zhang Beixing could speak and reassure him, the factory workshop door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A security guard's surprised voice came from outside.

"Everyone, come quick! A helicopter! Look, a helicopter is coming!"

what?
The helicopter has arrived!
This is truly fantastic news.

For the workers trapped in the factory at this time, this news was like handing a lifeline to a drowning person!
Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look, and all their attention was drawn to it.

The workshop doors opened, and countless people surged forward, crowding towards the outside and peering curiously at the sky.

The sky was so clear that there wasn't a single cloud, and the view was clear and expansive.

In mid-air, a Soviet-made Mi-17 transport helicopter, its rotors spinning rapidly, hurtled down from the distant sky, whipping up a gust of wind above the heads of the people on the ground.

"Great! We're saved!"

"The helicopter is here! My God, the suffering is finally over."

"Honey, we can survive!"

The workers cheered and threw everything they could find, excitedly welcoming the arrival of the helicopter.

The helicopter's rotor speed gradually decreased, and it slowly descended to a smooth stop on the factory's open ground.

Everyone who witnessed this scene wore a blissful smile, as if they had survived a disaster.

Zhuo Yi put his hands on his hips, let out a sigh of relief, and smiled at Zhang Beixing standing beside him.

But Zhang Beixing looked serious, his brows furrowed slightly.

Old Zhang noticed Zhang Beixing's unusual behavior and blurted out, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the helicopter?"

Zhang Beixing shook his head and said bluntly, "The helicopter is fine, but the other side may not let us leave easily. Although we won the battle last night and the enemy seems to have retreated, the security around the factory has not been lifted, and they could come back at any time."

Zhuo Yi listened and laughed dismissively, saying, "Is it really that serious? Is it really that exaggerated?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the large helicopter on the open ground in the distance, boasting, "This is a UN rescue helicopter. Do the rebels have a death wish to attack this helicopter?"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly and remained silent.

Although he didn't answer Zhuo Yi's question, the meaning was clear.

Believe it or not, they actually dared to do it.

The Red Turban Army didn't have the guts, but the mercenaries would do anything.

Seeing Zhang Beixing's serious expression, Zhuo Yi unconsciously stopped talking, looking embarrassed, and muttered something uneasy.

"Holy crap, don't scare me. If this really happens, isn't that pushing us all to our doom?"

The helicopter slowly hovered, and the pilot gave a thumbs-up to indicate that everything was normal and boarding was permitted.

Under the supervision of Captain Zhang, the workers boarded the plane in an orderly manner, with women and children boarding first according to the pre-arranged list. Fortunately, there was no disturbance, which relieved Zhuo Yi and the others.

The workers and their spouses said goodbye to each other. The men watched their wives board the plane, reluctant to part, and gave each other words of advice.

"Okay, we'll catch up right away. Just be careful."

"Call me when you get on the warship."

"..."

This is a large Soviet-made transport helicopter that can carry more than 20 people. Compared to a factory with hundreds of employees, it is just a drop in the ocean, but it is better than nothing.

As for whether the helicopter will be shot down by the criminals after it takes off, since this has not happened yet, no one knows what will happen.

It must be said that, given the current predicament of the factory, leaving by helicopter is indeed the best option.

Zhang Beixing had already made his point; he had no need to expect unconditional trust from others, nor could he arbitrarily deprive them of their chance to escape. Moreover, he himself naturally hoped the helicopter would leave safely.

As the number of seats on the helicopter dwindled, Zhuo Yi approached and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Beixing, this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you let Rachel and Qingqing come on the plane too?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at him: "You dare call me Qingqing?"

"Hehe, well, it just came out of my head, didn't it?" Zhuo Yi chuckled awkwardly. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just thinking that there's only one helicopter coming, and if we miss it, we'll lose our chance to escape." (End of Chapter)