He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The jeep's engine roared deafeningly, like a raging beast, as it charged violently towards the guard post. With a deafening crash, the barbed wire gate was smashed to pieces, shards flying everywhere. Zamaru and his companions in the guard post had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the jeep sped away. Then they shouted, "Enemies! Catch them! Don't let them get away!"

Chaos erupted at the gate in an instant. Hearing the shouts, the surrounding terrorists swarmed towards the jeep, some even raising their guns, but hesitated to fire due to uncertainty about the "leader's" authenticity. In the rearview mirror, a large number of armed men, armed with weapons, were hot on their heels on motorcycles or in cars, chasing relentlessly behind, dust billowing everywhere.

Zhang Beixing knew that even if he didn't order the charge, these Zaka members wouldn't dare to fire at their "leader" at first. But once the real Zaka leader arrived and the truth was revealed, they would have no way out. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, the textbooks don't even have a mention of dialects!"

At the same moment, the leader of Zaka's organization received an urgent call from the gatekeeper in the command room. He quickly pulled up the square's surveillance footage, his sharp eyes scanning the screen. When a face identical to his own appeared on the screen, he shuddered violently, his eyes widening in shock, almost leaping out of his seat.

How can this be? !
Another version of "me" appeared in the surveillance footage!
This is unbelievable!
Who on earth is this person who can master the art of disguise to such an unparalleled degree?
In that instant, even the leader himself began to doubt himself. Could this really be his long-lost twin brother? Eyes, nose, beard, lips, hairstyle… apart from the clothing, every detail was a perfect replica! This resemblance was beyond reason, chilling to the bone!
Just as the leader was lost in confusion, his gaze suddenly focused on the Chinese female hostage in the back seat of the car. This glance instantly brought him to his senses, and he realized what was going on. He lowered his voice and muttered almost maniacally, "I've long heard of the legends of the four great evil arts of Asia, this must be the miraculous art of disguise! It truly lives up to its reputation!"

The next second, the loudspeakers in the square suddenly burst forth with the leader's deafening roar: "It's Chinese soldiers! They're trying to kidnap hostages! Attention everyone! Stop that jeep immediately! Since the Chinese are breaking their promises, eliminate the hostages as well!"

As soon as the order was given, hundreds of fanatical militants swarmed out from all directions. Armed with rifles, submachine guns, rocket launchers, and other weapons, they chased after the fleeing jeep with reckless abandon, as if hypnotized!

The jeep sped through a hail of bullets, the accelerator floored. Zhang Beixing shouted, "Everyone down! Don't look up!" Everyone inside immediately ducked, bullets whizzing overhead, the sound of bullets hitting the vehicle sending shivers down their spines. Li Erniu and Xu Tianlong unconsciously swallowed, exchanging tense glances.

After driving for a while, the jeep suddenly began to shake violently, its body swaying as if it were running over countless jagged stones. Zhang Beixing's expression changed drastically—the tire had finally burst completely! Xu Tianlong shouted anxiously, "Captain! The vehicle is about to break down! What should we do?"

Zhang Beixing ripped off the cumbersome disguise mask, revealing his handsome face. He leaned out of the car window, raised his gun, and fired a burst of shots, accurately killing several terrorists blocking his path. Then, he roared in a deep voice, "What else can we do but fight to the death? Eliminate all these pursuers, and we can break through the encirclement!"

These resolute words stunned the three people in the car. While the logic was sound, facing hundreds of ruthless terrorists, they only had three fully-fledged fighters—an enemy-to-ally ratio exceeding 30:1—making their chances of victory slim. The two men muttered to themselves, yet couldn't refute this seemingly the only way out.

The deafening roar of various firearms filled the air, and bullets rained down like a storm. Fortunately, the jeep was equipped with bulletproof glass and armor plating, which temporarily protected everyone. However, the bulletproof glass finally shattered under the relentless attack, and the numerous bullet holes on the vehicle indicated that the last line of defense was about to fall.

Zhang Beixing slammed the car door open and barked, "Erniu! You're in charge of escorting Deng Mei to safety!" "Understood!" Li Erniu didn't hesitate to take off his bulletproof vest and forcefully put it on the hostage. "Stay close behind me!" Zhang Beixing turned to Xu Tianlong: "Longlong, request backup immediately!"

Xu Tianlong quickly assembled the grenade launcher and fired a signal flare into the sky. The moment the dazzling fireworks exploded in the air, the four men leaped from the vehicle. The instant their feet touched the ground, a rocket whistled through the air, turning the jeep into a towering inferno!
A deafening explosion overturned the vehicle. Li Erniu shielded Deng Mei and retreated rapidly, while Zhang Beixing and Xu Tianlong engaged in fierce firefights with the Zaka organization.

Outside Basem, Zhang Yingying, disguised as a guard, turned deathly pale upon hearing the sudden burst of gunfire from within the city. "Damn it! They've been exposed!" Shi Tou hurriedly grabbed his communicator and frantically called out, "Captain, Captain, this is Zhang Tiande! Captain Zhang and his team have been exposed and urgently need backup! We urgently need backup!"

Yang Rui's reply immediately came through the communicator: "Xu Hong and Zhang Nengliang have gone to provide backup. The four of you are responsible for assisting Captain Zhang in breaking through!" "Understood!" Yang Rui added, panting heavily: "Zhuang Yu's group is in danger. I will take Lu Chen to rescue them! Gu Shun and Li Dong, immediately seize the high ground in the square to cover Captain Zhang's retreat!" "Roger that. The sniper team will be in position in three minutes!"

Just as Yang Rui was deploying his troops, the square had completely turned into a bloody battlefield. "Rat-a-tat-tat..." "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" The dense gunfire almost tore through the air, making people's eardrums ache. Li Erniu covered Deng Mei as she hid in a room, his rifle fire taking down several terrorists, but attracting even more enemies.

There was no time to conserve ammunition. Li Erniu continued firing at the entrance, bullets shattering the walls and sending debris flying. "Grenades! Throw them now!" he roared during a reload. Deng Mei, trembling, pulled the pin and threw a grenade with all her might. "Boom!!" The explosion engulfed the entrance, filling the air with smoke and dust. Taking advantage of this brief respite, Li Erniu swiftly reloaded and continued suppressive fire. Deng Mei huddled in a corner, covering her head for cover, while Li Erniu held the entrance, refusing to yield. Bullets clashed wildly, countless trajectories grazing his cheeks, his face already stained with blood. "Pfft pfft pfft pfft—" On the high ground in the city, Gu Shun and Li Dong finally took their positions, sniping down the terrorists surrounding Li Erniu with precise shots. "Thanks!" Li Erniu lowered his body and continued his breakout attempt.

Taking advantage of the high ground, Li Dong continued to fire in short bursts. The HK14s equipped with silencers emitted soft "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds, deterring the terrorists from advancing. In the open area of ​​the square, Zhang Beixing and Xu Tianlong used wrecked vehicles as cover to engage in a desperate battle with dozens of Zaka members.

Amidst the deafening gunfire, Xu Tianlong focused intently on exchanging fire with the enemy ahead, having already killed three opponents. But the thunderous gunfire also masked the approaching footsteps—two Zaka members had already outflanked him from behind.

Taking advantage of the moment when Xu Tianlong concentrated his firepower to fire forward, the two Zaka members exchanged glances, paused briefly, and then pounced on Xu Tianlong like cheetahs!

The Xu family, a centuries-old martial arts clan, has amassed countless enemies over the years thanks to its domineering and fierce martial arts style. Why so many feuds? The reason is simple—every martial artist who challenged the Xu family, or was challenged by the Xu family, was invariably killed or maimed by Xu family members using ruthless methods. Over the years, this deep-seated hatred naturally grew stronger. But this also indirectly testifies to the terrifying power of the Xu family's martial arts, especially their inherited killing techniques, which are truly feared.

Xu Tianlong had practiced the ancient martial arts killing techniques secretly passed down by the Xu family since childhood! Although his hearing was not as acute as Zhang Beixing's, it was still far superior to that of ordinary people. In fact, he had already noticed the movements of the two people behind him. Just as they pounced, Xu Tianlong's figure suddenly turned like a dragon, and a sharp flying kick broke through the air, accurately kicking the weapons in the hands of the two people away.

Xu Tianlong blurted out angrily, "What the hell? You bastards dare to ambush me?" The two Zaka members were clearly taken aback, then burst into a tirade of curses in their local dialect. Xu Tianlong scratched his head helplessly—it was like talking to a brick wall; he couldn't understand a single word. But in this life-or-death situation, language was irrelevant; only "fight" mattered!
The two Zaka members, stripped of their rifles, showed no fear whatsoever. As if completely brainwashed, they roared and charged again. One attacked from the left, the other from the right, their coordination remarkably smooth. Xu Tianlong hadn't expected these two burly men to be so ferocious; a moment's distraction resulted in one of them knocking off his glasses. The other, seeing this, thought he had succeeded and charged forward with a strange cry.

To everyone's surprise, Xu Tianlong's movements were completely unaffected. He moved with lightning speed, shifting his feet, and a sharp "crack" rang out—the member's neck had been snapped! Seeing his comrade die instantly, the other member froze on the spot. He stared blankly at Xu Tianlong, then glanced at the glasses on the ground, his face filled with disbelief, as if silently accusing: "You, this four-eyed Chinese soldier, aren't you nearsighted? How come you're still so good at fighting even with your glasses off?!"
Regardless of whether the other party could understand, Xu Tianlong sneered: "Heh, idiot, how can I pretend to be a cultured person without wearing glasses?" Then his eyes flashed with sternness: "I hope you are reborn as sensible people in your next life!" Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and twisted the neck of the second enemy in the same manner.

At this moment, Zhang Beixing strode over, picked up the glasses from the ground, and handed them to him: "Longlong, you should put your glasses back on. You look really scary when you break the seal." Xu Tianlong chuckled sheepishly, took the glasses, and put them back on. Zhang Beixing gave him a thumbs up, shouted "Cover me!", and then dashed out of cover like a cheetah.

During the charge, Zhang Beixing threw out all the grenades he had on him. The grenades exploded one after another in the enemy positions, the deafening roar echoing through the air. Under Xu Tianlong's precise cover fire, Zaka's men scattered in panic. Zhang Beixing seized the opportunity to advance, like a blood-red blade piercing straight into the enemy ranks!
Deprived of their firepower advantage, the terrorists were forced into close combat with Zhang Beixing. Then, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded—one after another, the terrorists were thrown backward from behind the truck, tracing parabolic arcs through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Each of the thrown terrorists collapsed, foaming at the mouth and nose, with red and white filth gushing from their throats.

If Zhang Beixing didn't control himself, even a casual punch would contain at least a ton of impact force. If an ordinary person were to take a solid hit from such a punch, their internal organs would be instantly shattered! Witnessing this scene, Xu Tianlong couldn't help but shrink his neck and click his tongue, saying, "My god, this scene of people flying all over the sky, could it be that he has opened up his Ren and Du meridians and been possessed by the Tathagata Palm?"

Remembering Zhang Beixing's earlier teasing about his ferocity, Xu Tianlong couldn't help but mutter to himself: "My goodness, that punch of yours almost blew someone apart! Compared to you, I'm nothing! How dare you say that to me?" He was thankful he hadn't foolishly insisted on sparring with the captain, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died. "So, he's skilled in ancient martial arts killing techniques since childhood?" No, no, no—Xu Tianlong shook his head violently—compared to the captain, he was utterly ashamed and had to admit defeat! The captain's fighting power was too reckless…

Gunfire erupted across the square, and the battle between the two sides intensified. Terrorist soldiers fell one after another, but facing a Zaka army that outnumbered them many times over, the Red Cell team and the Sea Serpent Commando were still struggling. Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Stone and Zhang Yingying, two machine gunners wielding heavy weaponry, finally arrived in time.

The addition of two light machine guns immediately eased the tense situation. Stone roared and pulled the trigger, flames gushing out: "Aaaaah... Die, you all!" After setting up the machine gun, bullets poured out like a torrential rain, hundreds of bullets were fired in just one minute, and hot shell casings clattered and splattered all over the ground.

Zhang Yingying, machine gun in hand, darted swiftly through the car junkyard, her fierce firepower forcing several terrorists into retreat. "Team Leader Zhang, be careful, we're coming to reinforce you!" Xu Hong fired while simultaneously slipping into the fray to find cover. Under the cover of machine gun fire, Xu Hong and Zhang Nengliang also quickly stormed into the battlefield. Xu Hong immediately took command, while Zhang Nengliang crouched low and rushed to Zhang Beixing's side.

"Zhang Beixing, I'm coming to save you..." Zhang Nengliang's words were cut short when Zhang Beixing slapped him on the head, causing him to wince in pain. Almost simultaneously, a bullet grazed his scalp, striking the car beside him and emitting a puff of smoke. "Save me? Take care of yourself first!" Zhang Beixing said calmly. Zhang Nengliang stared at the still-smoking bullet hole, his face turning deathly pale—he was so close to dying!
A single bullet, costing only $0.58, can easily claim any life—this is the stark truth of the battlefield. Here, human life is the cheapest commodity. Death is like a light going out, leaving nothing but a broken body. Life, which should be precious, is less valuable here than that of pigs or dogs; this is the cruel essence of war. Gazing at the battlefield strewn with corpses, Zhang Nengliang's pupils trembled violently. (End of Chapter)