He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"What are you saying, Instructor? I'd love for you to stay," Zhang Beixing said with a laugh.

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing's gaze slowly returned to Fan Tianlei, and the two looked at each other calmly.

Fan Tianlei nodded slightly with a serious expression: "Let's go to the conference room. Lei Zhan and the others are still waiting for us."

Zhang Beixing didn't waste any words. To understand the full picture of their formidable opponent, obtaining firsthand intelligence was essential, and battle planning was also urgent; this wasn't the best time for pleasantries.

Zhang Beixing nodded and said succinctly, "Okay."

In the Wolf Fang Operations Conference Room, the projector projected a huge slideshow onto the screen, with the light and shadow constantly changing, and one by one, the most realistic battle photos flashed on the screen.

In the crackdown on drug trafficking on the southern border, a joint operation by the military and police resulted in heavy losses on both sides. Although the drug-smuggling caravans gained nothing, the seriousness and severity of the incident have escalated to a point where everyone must be highly vigilant.

The objective of this operational meeting is very clear: to retaliate in kind and ensure that those treacherous individuals who seize any opportunity to exploit China will never return!

When Zhang Beixing, Fan Tianlei, and others entered the conference room, Brigade Commander He Zhijun had been waiting for some time, and Gao Shiwei was also present. Clearly, the military attached great importance to this operation.

Lei Zhan, commander of the Thunder Commando Team, and Tan Xiaolin, commander of the Fire Phoenix Special Forces Team, also took their seats, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Beixing.

Gao Shiwei didn't say much when he saw Zhang Beixing. In this battle, the entire Wolf Fang army was united in their hatred of the enemy, and everything else had to be put aside.

"Please sit down."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The meeting officially began. Each person had a chair that could have been more comfortable, but all the special forces soldiers remained ramrod straight; no one made any effort to be comfortable, and their expressions were all serious.

The strength of special forces lies not only in their physical abilities, but more importantly in their unwavering mental fortitude. This tenacious will binds them together as a unified whole.

Gao Shi glanced at everyone's resolute faces, a hint of pride showing on his own.

But when he opened the folder beside him and began to announce the meeting's contents, the smile on his face instantly vanished, and his expression turned ashen.

“Everyone here has at least a high school education. I think you are all very clear about the history of the Opium Wars in modern times. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Western powers used opium and cannons to force open the door of China and poisoned the people with drugs for a whole century. This is a disgrace and a bloody and painful lesson.”

"Since China entered the new era, in order to combat drug trafficking, we have also paid countless blood and lives to keep those harmful things out of our country."

"But now, someone is trying to smuggle drugs into our country. This is a blatant provocation, and it will absolutely not be allowed. We must defend our dignity with an iron fist!"

"You've been training for a thousand days, but you're only here for one. Over the past two years, you've been through countless battles and are the most elite special forces in our Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade. Your daily expenses, weapons, equipment, and allowances are higher than those of a full-strength regiment. Now is the time for you to prove your worth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Shiwei's voice suddenly paused, then rose sharply again.

"Zhangbei Trip!"

Zhang Beixing sprang to his feet and stood at attention: "Present!"

Gao Shiwei said in a deep voice, "Our informants have received intelligence that in three days, that audacious drug traffickers will once again attempt to break through the border blockade and try to open a new drug trafficking route in southern my country. I am now appointing you as the on-site commander of this operation. Can you give me a satisfactory answer?"

Gao Shiwei's gaze was sharp and piercing, like a knife. Zhang Beixing didn't look at him directly, and his reply was firm and resolute.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"I will make those bastards pay tenfold for the blood shed by our brother units!"

Gao Shiwei nodded slowly, his voice still solemn.

"According to our intelligence, these smuggling caravans are equipped with very sophisticated weaponry, comparable to special forces. Local armed police will be assisting you in this operation. Are you confident?"

Zhang Beixing nodded decisively and said, "I will eliminate them."

“Okay, I believe you!” Gao Shiwei continued, “Now, let’s give you a detailed introduction to the specifics of this gang of bandits…”

Zhang Beixing sat down again, his gaze fixed on the photos flashing on the big screen, vaguely sensing an unusual atmosphere of impending storm.

After Gao Shiwei gave a brief opening speech, He Zhijun took the microphone and began to explain in detail all the details and key points required for this operation.

A solemn voice slowly echoed in the conference room, reverberating in Zhang Beixing's ears.

Suddenly, Zhang Beixing's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at a photograph flashing across the large screen.

It was a photo taken during a firefight in a tropical jungle. The lens was stained with blood, and the bodies of drug dealers lay scattered haphazardly on the ground covered with withered branches and leaves.

On the back of one of their necks was a black tattoo—a black tattoo of a large tree, with a two-winged black dragon coiled around the trunk, baring its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to devour the world!

Zhang Beixing was startled, vaguely sensing that he had grasped something extraordinary.

He had seen this tattoo on both of them.

One of them was Old Cat, and the other was "Old Man" who had recently died in battle at Zhuo's Heavy Industry. And the identities of these two men...

Zhang Beixing frowned, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp and piercing like a sword.

It's dusk!
It's like a persistent ghost.

It seems that this drug trafficking operation is far more complex than the information suggests.

How could a behemoth possessing global strategic resources possibly provoke China's prestige over a mere drug trafficking route? This is clearly a conspiracy.

But what exactly was this conspiracy, and who was it targeting? Zhang Beixing couldn't figure it out for the time being. A gloomy thought crept onto his brow.

At 3 a.m., the operational deployment meeting finally ended, and everyone began to leave.

He Chenguang, Li Erniu, and the others hadn't seen Zhang Beixing for a long time, so they all huddled together, making all sorts of raunchy jokes.

“Teacher Anran comes to see you every day. But on the 5th, she told us not to say where you went, saying it was a confidential matter. I guess Teacher Anran is angry.”

"Brother Beixing, how's life on the farm? Are there any female soldiers?"

"I think you're dreaming. Do you think female soldiers can go to a farm to raise pigs?"

At this moment, Yuan Lang, who had been waiting outside the conference room, emerged from the shadows and quickly approached.

"Captain Zhang, please wait."

"Old Yuan, it's been a long time."

Zhang Beixing stopped, turned around and smiled in response, while waving to He Chenguang and the others.

"You guys go back first."

“Okay, Captain, I’ll go back and make your bed first. It’s been a while since I cleaned it, it’s probably covered in dust.” Li Erniu volunteered.

Wang Yanbing joked, "You little rascal, Erniu, you usually seem so honest, but now you're quite the flatterer!"

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the captain's excellent teaching."

Xu Tianlong said thoughtfully, "The movie is right. Not only can you not trust what beautiful women say, but you can't trust men with honest-looking faces either."

Song Kaifei chimed in, "That's exactly the kind of honest guy Erniu is talking about!" "I...you're framing me. I'm just flattering the captain. You guys don't even have a chance to flatter him."

The red blood cell team members chatted and laughed as they left.

"Captain, it's been a long time. Welcome back."

"Old Yuan, have you been keeping up with the JF-17's training lately?"

"Of course not, with me here, you can't slack off."

"That's true, I feel at ease with you here."

Zhang Beixing and Yuan Lang strolled along, exchanging a few words every now and then.

Besides the Red Cell Special Operations Group, the Xiaolong Brigade also embodies a lot of Zhang Beixing's efforts, and necessary care is still essential.

After chatting about everyday matters for a while, the two finally got down to business.

"In the past two months, adhering to the principle of training troops, the JF-17 has frequently cooperated with the local armed police in anti-drug jungle operations, and has also made a considerable name for itself on some drug trafficking routes."

Yuan Lang slowly recounted the recent situation of the Xiaolong Squadron. His words were true; the Xiaolong Squadron, with unprecedented decisiveness and courage, had consistently fought on the front lines, winning one hard-fought battle after another with their fierce bravery and tenacity. Although only two months had passed, in this very month, the amount of drugs smuggled overseas had decreased by at least forty percent!

The Xiaolong Squad demonstrated their resolve to the drug traffickers through their repeated bloody victories.

Anyone who dares to smuggle drugs into China had better prepare to die here!

It is precisely because of these remarkable victories that some drug dealers still turn pale at the mere mention of the name of the Xiaolong Squadron.

“So…” Yuan Lang argued, “I think the JF-17 should also be qualified to participate in this mission.”

After listening, Zhang Beixing nodded, indicating that he understood Yuan Lang's purpose.

To put it bluntly, he came here to volunteer for the mission.

After a slight pause, Yuan Lang continued, "Captain Zhang, you are the de facto commander of the JF-17 Squadron. This matter, regardless of the circumstances, naturally requires your approval. The JF-17 Squadron also needs to fight a tough battle this time..."

"Okay, I see."

Before Yuan Lang could continue, Zhang Beixing raised his hand to interrupt him.

Zhang Beixing looked at Yuan Lang and said seriously, "This mission is different from the past. I feel that even if special forces are mobilized together, there will probably be many casualties. Our current strength is not safe. Even if you don't say it, I will ask the battalion commander to send the JF-17 Thunder into battle."

Yuan Lang's face lit up with joy: "So you agree?"

“Yes, I agree,” Zhang Beixing pondered, “but not the entire JF-17 squadron. Rather than calling this anti-drug operation a mission, it’s more like a war where people will die. I only need one JF-17 squadron.”

"understand!"

Yuan Lang was well aware that this mission was extraordinary; it was not a training exercise, but a real war.

It's important to know that the weapons those drug dealers carried were all American-made, comparable to those used by special forces. They were highly trained and should not be underestimated.

Zhang Beixing issued the order: "Go back and make preparations. One day later, have a team set off with us to southern Xinjiang."

Yuan Lang stood at attention.

"Yes!"

……

Zhang Beixing wandered alone to the foot of the instructors' dormitory building of the Military Games Office. Because it was a single-person cadre dormitory, there were no other sentries besides the soldiers on duty at the gate of the compound.

After showing their identification, the guards at the compound saluted and let them pass without any hindrance.

Since An Ran returned to the military games office, she simply moved out of the female soldiers' dormitory and lived here with Tang Xinyi.

Zhang Beixing strolled through the night, the streetlights on both sides of the road casting long shadows at his feet.

He took out his phone and dialed Anran's number.

"Hey……"

Before Zhang Beixing could speak, a torrent of coquettish whining and reproaches erupted from the other end of the phone.

"You stinking Zhang Beixing! You big jerk! Where have you been? Why haven't you even called me once?"

Zhang Beixing covered his ears, his face full of conflicted and bitter smiles.

"Hey, stop, stop, stop! You're practically blowing my ears out. It's not that I didn't want to call you, but have you forgotten the special forces' secrecy regulations? See, I called you as soon as I got back, didn't I?"

"Zhang Beixing, you've changed!" An Ran sneered. "Why wasn't I included in the group photos this afternoon?"

"What's so interesting about something so dirty?" Zhang Beixing had learned his lesson; you can't reason with women. He retorted directly, "Am I not enough for you to look at? Why do you want to look at other men?"

An Ran was taken aback: "Uh..."

What you said makes a lot of sense.

But something still feels off!
An Ran's voice trembled slightly as she asked, "Bastard, where are you?"

Zhang Beixing glanced at the brightly lit cadre dormitory building in front of him and said with a smile, "It's right downstairs from you."

"Huh? Now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Ah! Wait a minute, I'll be right down!" Anran said in frustration. "Oh dear... the gate is closed now. Wait, I'll find somewhere downstairs to jump!"

"Hey, no, no!"

Upon hearing that An Ran was going to jump off the building to see him, Zhang Beixing quickly stopped.

"You stay put, I'm coming up to find you."

"How did you get up here if the door was closed?"

Zhang Beixing curled his lip: "It's just a building, what's the big deal? A piece of cake, just you wait!"

"Oh, oh." An Ran's voice became cheerful. "My room is on the sixth floor, 601."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beixing craned his neck to look at the building in front of him, then lightly leaped forward in a few quick steps.

With a "whoosh!", Zhang Beixing grabbed the security window of the first-floor balcony and leaped up.

After checking his surroundings and finding no one checking, Zhang Beixing nimbly leaped and bounded across the balcony, using its support points as if walking on flat ground. In just a few silent seconds, he reached the sixth floor and slipped through a half-open window.

As soon as his feet touched the ground lightly, An Ran hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing them together affectionately.

"Zhang Beixing, I miss you so much." (End of Chapter)