He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Deng Mei was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking, her voice trembling with a hint of wariness: "You... how can you prove you're a Chinese soldier? If this is your conspiracy, I won't fall for it."

Zhang Beixing sighed inwardly: sometimes, a perfect disguise isn't a good thing. Not only did it completely fool the enemy, but even the hostages he was supposed to rescue didn't believe him. This was truly a troublesome matter. He pondered for a moment, then began to consider how to convince Deng Mei of his identity. Directly revealing the mission details was definitely out of the question; if someone outside overheard, the entire plan would be exposed. Providing identification was also unrealistic; his current identity was "Chief Zaka," and he couldn't possibly carry any Chinese military identification.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Beixing suddenly thought of a popular internet meme that he might want to try. He tentatively said to Deng Mei, "You're so beautiful, chicken?"

Deng Mei: "???" Her confusion deepened. She didn't understand what the sentence meant at all. Her eyes were full of bewilderment, as if she were looking at a lunatic.

Zhang Beixing frowned, inwardly sighing: "It's definitely not going to work. Looks like there's a generation gap; she simply doesn't understand this joke. This is troublesome. I need to come up with a code that every Chinese person knows..."

Just as he was at his wit's end, a sudden inspiration struck him, and a catchy advertising meme instantly popped into his head. He raised his head, looked firmly at Deng Mei, and said, word by word, "No gifts this holiday season!"

Deng Mei blinked, paused for a few seconds, then seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up instantly, and an advertising slogan etched into her DNA blurted out: "If you're going to give a gift, give Brain Gold?"

After saying this, the two looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they couldn't help but smile knowingly. The wariness and suspicion in Deng Mei's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by excitement and relief—she was finally certain that the person before her was indeed a Chinese soldier who had come to rescue her!
Who would have thought that advertising jokes that usually seem a bit quirky could become a secret code for identification in a crucial moment? This is a unique understanding only the Chinese people can comprehend, a cultural memory etched into their very bones. In a pinch, Brain Gold really can actually save lives!

"call……"

After confirming each other's identities, Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease. He first glanced warily towards the door, and seeing that Li Erniu and Xu Tianlong were guarding it closely, he gestured for Deng Mei to be quiet. Then, he swiftly stepped forward and began to untie her. The rough hemp rope slipped quickly from his hands, coiling and falling to the ground with a soft scraping sound.

After the ropes were untied, Deng Mei swayed slightly before she numbly stood up from the chair. Because she had been bound for so long, her arms and legs were stiff and her blood circulation was poor; she almost fell when she stood up. Zhang Beixing quickly steadied her and said softly, "Walk around the room a couple of times to loosen up your muscles. We'll move around once you feel your limbs again. No rush."

Deng Mei nodded and, following Zhang Beixing's suggestion, slowly paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. At first, her steps were stiff, each one accompanied by a slight ache, but after a couple of laps, her stiff limbs gradually warmed up, and her movements became much more agile. Suddenly, she stopped, coughed softly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of embarrassment crept into her expression, her eyes darting away.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Deng Mei stammered, "No...it's nothing serious. Actually...actually, when I heard 'You're so beautiful,' I already believed you. There's a girl in my company who likes playing basketball and is a fan of Cai Xukun. She always hums this song in the office. I've heard it so many times that I naturally know the reference."

Zhang Beixing: "..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing's face immediately darkened, his lips twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: Why didn't you say so sooner? I even came up with a secret code for Brain Gold, and ended up giving them free advertising for no reason, without getting a single penny in return. This is a huge loss! He glared at Deng Mei, his eyes full of helplessness, almost unable to hold back his complaints.

Just then, Xu Tianlong's cautious voice came from outside the house, tinged with urgency: "Captain Zhang, what's the situation inside? Is it alright yet?" "I don't know what's happening outside, but a lot of terrorists are gathering in the square. It looks like they're about to do something. We need to hurry!"

Hearing Xu Tianlong's shout, Zhang Beixing shook his head sharply, banishing those chaotic thoughts from his mind—now was not the time to dwell on advertising jokes; the most urgent task was to get Deng Mei to safety. He quickly analyzed the situation: he hadn't been exposed yet, and there wasn't any heavy gunfire in the town. The terrorists' sudden gathering most likely meant they had discovered Falcon and his team setting up the satellite dish. The situation was extremely urgent; they had to act immediately, or they might be surrounded.

He turned to Deng Mei and solemnly instructed her, "Deng Mei, you will stay behind me. Er Niu will pretend to be escorting you. Don't say a word the whole time. No matter what happens, don't panic. Just follow us, understand?"

Deng Mei nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute as she replied, "I understand! Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble!"

"Okay, let's set off now."

After giving his instructions, Zhang Beixing walked to the door first, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual outside, he signaled Deng Mei and Li Erniu, who arrived later, to follow. Once outside, he instructed Li Erniu: "Erniu, pretend to be escorting Deng Mei and follow behind me. Be vigilant and don't panic. Follow the drill we practiced."

Li Erniu straightened his back and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Captain Zhang, I know what I'm doing, I'm definitely not flustered!"

Zhang Beixing then looked at Xu Tianlong and continued to give instructions: "Longlong, go to the square and find a drivable car, preferably an SUV, so it will be easier for us to evacuate. Once you find one, wait near the square entrance and be responsible for picking us up. Remember, be quick and don't attract attention."

"Roger that!" Upon receiving the order, Xu Tianlong immediately lowered his body and ran quickly towards the square, his steps light, quickly disappearing around the street corner. After arranging everything, Zhang Beixing, along with Li Erniu and Deng Mei, disguised as "escorts," headed towards the camp gate. Along the way, they encountered many Zaka members hurriedly assembling. These terrorists, seeing their "leader" personally leading the team, all stopped and respectfully saluted and greeted him. Not one of them stepped forward to ask questions or obstruct them—after all, with their leader personally escorting hostages, who dared to ask any questions? Angering their leader would mean losing their head.

The three of them made their way smoothly and quickly reached the edge of the square. From a distance, Zhang Beixing saw Xu Tianlong sitting in the driver's seat of a green Jeep, waving at them. The car was parked not far from the square entrance, in a concealed position that wouldn't easily attract attention.

"Get in the car quickly!" Xu Tianlong saw them coming and immediately opened the car door, urging them in a low voice.

Li Erniu escorted Deng Mei to the back seat, while Zhang Beixing opened the passenger door and got in. So far, everything had gone smoothly; no terrorists had realized that this "leader" was an imposter. Zhang Beixing even thought that they might be able to drive out of the town quietly.

Xu Tianlong quickly started the jeep, and the engine roared as it slowly drove towards the plaza gate. But just as the jeep was about to exit the gate, a truck loaded with goods suddenly drove in from outside. The truck was very wide and almost blocked the entire gate passage, making it impossible for the jeep to pass. It was forced to stop and reverse to make way.

Xu Tianlong sat in the driver's seat, watching the truck stuck at the gate, unable to move for what seemed like an eternity. The driver appeared unfamiliar with the terrain, constantly struggling to find the right angle when turning, the wheels nearly scraping against the walls on either side of the gate several times. He was sweating profusely, his palms drenched, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the steering wheel. He was inwardly anxious: armed terrorists surrounded them. If they were exposed, they wouldn't have anywhere to hide in this open square; they could be riddled with bullets in a second!

"Stay calm, don't panic." Zhang Beixing noticed Xu Tianlong's tension and turned his head to reassure him softly, "Wait a little longer, the truck will be there soon. We can't rush things now, or we'll make mistakes."

Xu Tianlong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the truck ahead, waiting patiently. To give the truck more room to turn, he had to engage reverse gear and back up little by little.

But no one expected that as the Jeep was reversing, a sharp nail on the ground would pierce the rear tire. With a muffled thud, the tire immediately began to leak air, the vehicle tilted slightly, and the rear tire was clearly flat.

Xu Tianlong's expression instantly became even more anxious. He turned to look at Zhang Beixing, his brows furrowed, and his voice filled with worry: "Team Leader Zhang, the tire is leaking air. If we can't get out soon, all the air will leak out, and then we won't be able to leave at all!"

"Don't rush, just wait a little longer, the truck will be in soon." Zhang Beixing's eyes were fixed on the truck in front of him. Although his tone was calm, he was secretly sweating. He knew very well that a flat tire meant that their evacuation time was greatly reduced, and they had to drive out of the town as soon as possible.

Finally, after repeated adjustments by the driver, the truck kicked up a cloud of dust, made a sharp turn, and although it crashed into the wooden railing on one side of the gate, it managed to successfully drive into the square. The sound of the railing falling attracted the attention of many terrorists, and one of Zaka's members shouted at the truck driver: "Are you blind? Driving so carelessly! If even a little bit of the stuff on the truck spills, we're all doomed!"

Zhang Beixing keenly caught the remark, his brow furrowing slightly—the truck driver was being so cautious, yet the contents of the truck could still cause everyone's demise; there must be an unusual secret hidden inside. He subconsciously looked up at the tarpaulin-covered cargo box, wondering to himself: what exactly was in that truck? Weapons and ammunition, or other dangerous items?

There was no time to think about that now. The jeep had already started up again and was heading towards the gate. As it approached the gate, the two armed guards saw the "leader's" car and immediately stood at attention, saluting with expressions of awe. Zhang Beixing nodded slightly to them expressionlessly, indicating that the car could pass, while he was already planning his escape route after leaving the gate.

Just then, the walkie-talkie on the guard's desk suddenly rang, and an angry voice came through: "Zhamalu, we're from the same hometown! I gave you the position of captain, not so you could just sit around doing nothing! The goods have been delivered successfully, why didn't you report to me immediately? Have you forgotten your responsibilities?"

Upon hearing the questioning on the walkie-talkie, the gatekeeper, Zamaru, hurriedly picked it up and explained in a flustered tone, "I'm sorry, Chief! I was on patrol all night last night and accidentally fell asleep just now. It was my oversight, and I will definitely not make the same mistake again!"

"Hmph, I don't want to see it happen again." The voice on the walkie-talkie snorted coldly, its tone still tinged with dissatisfaction.

While repeatedly agreeing with "Yes, yes, yes," Zamaru suddenly froze—he had clearly seen the leader sitting in the jeep, so how could he still hear the leader's voice on the walkie-talkie? Could there be two leaders? Which one is real, and which one is fake? One of them must be an imposter!
He glanced hesitantly at Zhang Beixing inside the jeep, his eyes filled with doubt. Then, he quietly picked up the walkie-talkie, his eyes darting around, and switched to a difficult-to-understand regional dialect, asking in a low voice: "(Translated: "Chief, are you in the car now? I saw you in the jeep, what's going on?")
"What?!"

A surprised exclamation came through the walkie-talkie, the voice filled with shock and confusion—clearly, the real Zaka leader was not in the jeep at all, and had not expected that someone would see "himself" at the gate.

Upon hearing the exclamation, Zamaru instantly realized something was wrong. His gaze toward Zhang Beixing immediately turned wary and hostile. At the same time, he subtly gave his companion a wink, tightened his grip on the AK-47's handle, and placed his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Zhang Beixing, with his keen senses, instantly noticed Zamaru's change in expression and subtle movements, and immediately realized something was wrong—his disguise had been exposed! He shouted sharply to Xu Tianlong, "Longlong! Quick, rush over there!"

Now, not only is their disguise exposed, but their tires are also almost flat. There is no time to hesitate. If they wait any longer, they will be surrounded by the terrorists, and then they will have no way to escape.

"Yes! Everyone hold on tight!" Xu Tianlong roared, slamming the accelerator to the floor without hesitation!
—Buzz! (End of Chapter)