He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The Type 96 tank can quickly and automatically load ammunition, so Zhuo Yi basically has nothing to do. He can only stare wide-eyed and occasionally shout out.

"Holy crap, another one's coming from behind!"

Old He calmed down and recalled the operation of the tank's main gun, his hands moving non-stop.

Lower the altitude by three increments, and the fire control system will assist in locking onto the target at any time.

"Annihilate them!"

With a furious shout, Old He forcefully pressed the activation button.

--boom!

The vehicle shook violently, kicking up countless clouds of dust that billowed into the sky.

Flames ignited in the dark barrel of the main gun, and an armor-piercing shell whistled out.

The unsuspecting tanks in front, with no armor covering the area behind them, were easily penetrated by armor-piercing shells!

Immediately afterwards, the tracks of the M-type tank came to an abrupt halt, followed by an explosion. It was blown to pieces on the spot, with countless burning metal pieces flying into the sky.

An enemy tank following closely behind witnessed this scene, and its crew members cried out in terror.

"Tanks! They have tanks!"

"Lock them down!"

"Kill them!"

Hearing Zhuo Yi's shout, Zhang Beixing quickly turned the vehicle around: "Prepare the explosive rounds!"

At the same time, Lao He made the most correct judgment and rapidly rotated the main gun.

Zhang Beixing kept the accelerator pressed down, quickly widening the distance between himself and the enemy while searching for the earthen slope in his field of vision, making the tank's movement as irregular as possible so that the enemy could not quickly scan and lock on.

As the tank rolled over the gravel mound, its body rose, and the main gun reached its optimal firing angle in mid-air.

Zhang Beixing immediately called out, "Aim at the enemy's tracks and annihilate them!"

Before Lao He could even process what was happening, his finger had already pressed down.

"Oh!"

The shell, trailing flames, shot straight out and struck the middle of the wheel of the tank behind. The track snapped instantly, the tank broke down, came to a stop, and burst into flames.

At this moment, a group of Red Turban Army soldiers who had first discovered the old warehouse had already engaged in close combat with the factory security guards, resulting in a fierce battle with gunfire ringing out continuously.

With superior weaponry and terrain, the security forces quickly annihilated the Red Turban Army.

But at the same time, Dad, driving a tank, was also approaching the old warehouse!

"Oh no, they've found the old warehouse!"

Inside the tank, Lao He saw an M-type tank speeding towards the old warehouse through the main gun's field of vision, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Zhang Beixing smoothly shifted gears, his movements fluid and graceful, his expression calm and resolute.

"Don't panic, shake off the tail first."

The tank suddenly spun on the sandy ground of the factory area, and the heavy steel beast drove like a sports car drifting. The imposing main gun opened fire instantly.

--boom!

A Red Turban Army tank that was pursuing and surrounding the enemy from behind was hit directly by a shell, bursting into a dazzling flash of fire and overturning to the ground.

The Red Turban Army artillerymen who were lucky enough to survive the blast inside the carriage painfully lifted the roof and crawled out as if fleeing.

However, before he could even take a few deep breaths of fresh air, Zhuo Yi, who had poked his head out of the Type 96 tank, riddled it with bullets from the anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Having witnessed countless deaths and injuries over the past few days, Zhuo Yi is no longer the naive and mischievous child he once was.

He would never show any mercy when dealing with enemies.

"Well done! Speed ​​things up!"

Zhang Beixing floored the accelerator, rapidly shifting between gears without hindrance, the tank tracks screeching violently against the ground.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh…!*
Instantly, countless grains of sand were kicked up and shot backward, the tracks suddenly bursting out with a beast-like roar as they charged toward the old warehouse.

Despite Zhang Beixing's exceptional driving skills, the tank's mobility was still inferior to that of the armored vehicle. Just as the tank broke out of the factory building alley, three more enemy tanks surged up from all directions.

—Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the continuous artillery fire, Zhang Beixing abruptly changed direction, maneuvering serpentinely to evade. Three enemy shells landed precisely around the tank, the explosions deafening.

Zhuo Yi swallowed a mouthful of ash but didn't bother to spit it out. He just clutched his head in pain, feeling as if his head was about to explode.

Old He's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if his internal organs had been shaken out by the shockwave.

But that wasn't what bothered him the most. What truly terrified Lao He was that the enemy's M12 tank had slowly raised its cannon, ready to fire at the old warehouse at any moment.

"It's too late!" Zhuo Yi cried out in anguish.

"There's still time, I'm here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Beixing's position.

However, Zhang Beixing's seat was already empty!
and many more.

What about people?

With a loud bang, the roof was pushed open by Zhang Beixing. He leaped out like a sword rising from the ground, and the moment he landed, he tapped his toes, raising two plumes of dust.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Beixing transformed into a lightning-fast black shadow, shooting towards the tank like an arrow!

"Holy crap! Zhang Beixing, are you insane?!"

Zhuo Yi was taken aback by Zhang Beixing's sudden action.

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhang Beixing had already arrived gracefully, rushing to the front of the tank's main gun.

In his field of vision, Zhang Beixing put one hand on his hip and slowly raised his middle finger at the tank!
In the tank commander's view, the old man stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Zhang Beixing, who had suddenly appeared in front of the tank.

"What is this son of a bitch trying to do?"

The two Red Turban soldiers inside the tank were also stunned, hesitating to press the fire button on the main gun, their expressions somewhat bewildered.

What the hell?

Does this person intend to use his own flesh and blood to block the cannonballs?
Could a normal person really do something like this?

Crazy!
Just as Zhang Beixing jumped out of the carriage, Lao He immediately took over the driver's position and quickly maneuvered, using the surrounding buildings to avoid the shelling of the three enemy tanks.

Zhuo Yi was thrown into the carriage, stumbling and swaying wildly, almost vomiting bile.

"Xiao Fan, you fire the cannon!"

Zhuo Yi looked troubled: "But I... I don't know how!"

"It's alright, this tank has a fire control system, just like in your video games. We have plenty of shells, let's blast these bastards to smithereens!"

The two talked in the violently shaking carriage, shouting almost every word.

There's no way around it; at normal volume, neither of us can hear the other.

After his initial shock, the old man regained his senses, staring intently at Zhang Beixing standing in front of the tank, a cruel sneer curling his lips. "Very well, you little wolf cub, I've been looking for you for a long time. Today I will definitely kill you..."

"Bomb him to death!"

Gunner: "Yes, sir!"

Commander: "Lower three marks, lock angle, prepare to load ammunition!"

The main gun slowly descended, moved away from the old warehouse, and locked onto Zhang Beixing, ready to fire a roaring shell at any moment and turn Zhang Beixing into dust.

However, Zhang Beixing still wore an arrogant and indifferent smile, seemingly not taking the extremely critical situation before him to heart at all.

Enraged by that smile, the old man roared furiously, "Shoot!"

"Boom!" The gunner pressed the firing button, and the shell, propelled by the gunpowder and firing pin, shot out with a whoosh.

At this critical moment, Zhang Beixing also moved instantly, his physique mobilized to the limit, his speed subtly breaking through the limits of human capability, and the power gestating within his body reached an unparalleled and terrifying level.

The shells landed and exploded, sending countless pieces of dust and rocks flying, and billowing smoke filled the air.

However, Zhang Beixing was no longer there.

"Where is he?" The old man's eyes widened suddenly.

In the very next second.

"--boom!!!"

The tank emitted a thunderous roar.

The tank, heavy as a beast, instantly lost control. The three people inside were thrown into the air, flipped straight backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, falling head over heels!
Zhang Beixing, unleashing unprecedented power, overturned the tank with a single punch!
Old He, having finally shaken off the enemy's pursuit while driving his Type 96 tank, sped out of the alleyway and happened to witness this scene, his face filled with disbelief.

"What... what is this?"

Zhuo Yi was completely bewildered and shocked.

"Old He, are all the special forces in our country this amazing?"

"Holy crap, is this a special forces unit or a superhero team?!"

Old He looked completely bewildered, with a blank expression that said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

One punch to overturn a tank?
This is absolutely outrageous!

Nobody would believe this if I told them...

But he just saw it with his own eyes, and nobody can explain it to me scientifically!
Look at this, is this something a human being could do?!

The tank was emitting black smoke; it was completely destroyed.

A few seconds later, the old man, who had fallen and was bleeding from his head, crawled out of the overturned tank in a disheveled state. He stared blankly at the shocking scene before him, and looked at Zhang Beixing, who stood alone in the backlight. His eyes widened in astonishment, filled with shock and fear.

"What the fuck..."

It happened so suddenly, with lightning speed.

From the moment the tank roared to fire its cannon to the moment it was suddenly smashed to the ground like a broken sack, it took only a second.

In an instant, the contrast between the strong and the weak underwent a dramatic and drastic change!
The violent shockwave caused the tank tracks to break off completely, leaving more than twenty wheels suspended in mid-air, rapidly rubbing against the air and making a whooshing sound. Thick black smoke billowed from the tank, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The old man crawled out of the overturned tank, looking disheveled. The black smoke made him cough violently, and his eyes were red and tearful.

When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Zhang Beixing standing there perfectly fine.

He actually survived the artillery fire!?
and many more.

wrong!

What exactly happened?
The old man stared blankly at Zhang Beixing, his mind flashing like lightning. Suddenly, he regained a sliver of his senses and recalled the lightning-fast scene from just moments ago.

This guy...this guy just punched a tank over?

How can it be!

Am I hallucinating?

How could a human possibly do such a thing!
Is it...

The old man's breathing quickened, and his pupils contracted sharply as he looked at Zhang Beixing. Then, as if he had thought of something terrible, he couldn't help but mutter to himself in a low voice.

"Could it be that China also participated in that experiment...? You, are you a product of that experiment?!"

test?

what?
Upon hearing this seemingly random statement, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but frown slightly.

Zhang Beixing slowly stroked his chin, looking at his father whose face was becoming increasingly ferocious and terrified, and a thoughtful expression gradually appeared on his face.

This is very suspicious. It seems I've stumbled upon a major military secret!
The old man stumbled and fell into the burning fire of the tank wreckage, not even noticing the flames beneath him.

He was so engrossed in talking to himself in his sleep that he seemed oblivious to the pain.

"Yes, that must be it, that must be it!"

"They actually built it...they really built it!"

Zhang Beixing strode forward, grabbed his panicked father, and stared at him with calm and firm eyes, asking questions.

"What experiment? Have you ever seen something you shouldn't have?"

The old man stared blankly into Zhang Beixing's eyes, his brownish-green pupils filled with endless fear. Zhang Beixing could feel that the muscles all over his body were trembling slightly.

Although his body had not suffered any serious injury, his clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat, and he looked as if he had just been pulled out of a nightmare-like sea.

He looked completely dazed, a stark contrast to his earlier confident demeanor. He seemed hesitant to speak, his lips trembling, as if he didn't know where to begin.

Zhang Beixing's gaze sharpened, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and he asked directly, "Tell me everything you know. Who is conducting human experiments?"

"Twilight Company, and..."

—Da da da da…!
The old man had only finished speaking when suddenly, a burst of precise rifle fire came from afar.

The moment Zhang Beixing let go, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and nimbly leaped backward, leaving his father to fall to the ground.

--puff!

A sniper bullet ripped through the air, heading straight for Zhang Beixing's forehead!

Zhang Beixing remained unmoved and gave a cold snort, a silver throwing knife flashing from his sleeve.

"bass--!"

A metallic clang tore through the air in front of me.

A bright yellow sniper bullet was split in two by a sharp flash of light. The shell casing was incredibly smooth, and with two soft cracking sounds, it fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, before the mercenary sniper who had fired could even react to what was happening, the silver light that had cut through the sniper bullet had already arrived and pierced through his neck!

The sniper let out a muffled groan and suddenly collapsed to the ground, plunging into eternal darkness.

A dozen well-equipped mercenaries charged toward them while firing rapidly.

Several men rushed forward fearlessly, grabbed the distraught old man, and quickly retreated. The others, however, attempted to continue carrying out their orders and kill Zhang Beixing. (End of Chapter)