He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

The group rushed off into the distance, as if afraid that Zhang Beixing might suddenly change his mind.

As the patrol team disappeared from sight, Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief; things had gone surprisingly smoothly.

After observing that there were no more spies around, Zhang Beixing took out his key and went straight to the warehouse door.

Zhang Beixing's mission is simple: after confirming the location of the yellowcake, send the coordinates to the Ivia government forces.

Zhang Beixing had no interest in these yellowcakes, since the system didn't recycle them...

Looking down to check the door lock, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Damn it, that bastard Zaka should have known this would happen."

In addition to the ordinary locks, a fingerprint lock was installed on the warehouse door, which should only be able to be opened by Zaka himself.

But Zhang Beixing is no ordinary man like that pitiful Zamaru.

"You think a mere fingerprint lock can stop me?"

Zhang Beixing chuckled lightly, his face full of disdain.

"Hmph, I'm the man who's been crowned the King of Thieves! There's no lock in this world that I, the King of Thieves, can't open!"

The town of Basem is poorly equipped with outdated facilities and a weak internet network. All the surveillance equipment was recently installed by the Zarqa organization and is riddled with vulnerabilities.

For Zhang Beixing, breaking into the surveillance network was almost effortless.

He slipped into a blind spot of the surveillance cameras and took out Zhuang Yu's miniature handheld computer.

After a series of smooth operations, they swiftly infiltrated the camp's surveillance network.

Zhang Beixing's mind raced like lightning, his fingers flying like butterflies, and he immediately blocked the monitoring signal for ten seconds!

Taking advantage of this precious break, Zhang Beixing immediately set about cracking the fingerprint lock.

A mere fingerprint lock, how could it possibly stump the title of Master Thief?
Zhang Beixing deftly disassembled the fingerprint lock casing, connected to the control system via a micro-terminal, and then implanted a decoding virus, which rapidly filled the progress bar.

Three seconds later, the combination lock opened!

Insert the key into the spool, and the door lock will open!
Zhang Beixing smiled calmly, his mission accomplished.

Actually, you can simply cancel the original fingerprint permission, which is even more convenient.

The problem is that tomorrow is the day Xhaka and Sharaf's yellowcake deal is scheduled.

Zaka will definitely be there to open the warehouse. Although he may not be exposed, the entire infiltration process will not be perfect.

Stealing can be an art, and Zhang Beixing would not tolerate such a flaw.

Ten seconds is a fleeting moment, gone in an instant.

During this period, even if the personnel in the monitoring room check the exterior of the warehouse, they will only see it as normal video lag and will find it difficult to detect any abnormalities.

The moment the surveillance stopped at the last second, Zhang Beixing flashed in.

Zhang Beixing swiftly infiltrated the warehouse.

The warehouse was not completely dark; several embedded LED lights emitted a faint glow.

Perhaps due to concerns about electrical fires causing yellowcake accidents, no surveillance cameras were installed in the warehouse, which greatly relaxed Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing moved like a ghost lurking in the night, his figure swift and silent as he roamed the warehouse.

Using the dim light, Zhang Beixing easily found his destination.

A truck covered with a tarpaulin came into view.

"It really was the same truck from earlier in the day."

Zhang Beixing whispered, then swiftly moved to the front of the car and lifted the canvas to inspect it.

Twelve bright red iron barrels, each painted with a yellow skull and crossbones warning sign, were tightly secured in a row of six, exuding an aura of danger.

Once the target was confirmed, Zhang Beixing quickly edited the coordinates and sent them along with a battlefield message.

—The next morning at 10:00 AM, the transaction, Sharaf, and the hostage camp urgently need to be rescued!

Having accomplished all this, Zhang Beixing clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Alright, mission accomplished. The next step is to handle matters concerning Ivia itself.

As for how the Ivia government forces respond, that's no longer his concern, and Zhang Beixing has no intention of getting involved in this mess.

Zhang Beixing made his graceful exit, using the same method he had employed to leave as he had entered. The moment he stepped out of the warehouse, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have vanished, revealing a clear sky with bright moonlight and sparse stars.

However, before leaving, Zhang Beixing had already decided to prepare a generous gift for Zaka's organization and Sharaf's army!

Strolling under the melancholic moonlight in a foreign land, Zhang Beixing occasionally lowered his head to read "The Art of Ventriloquism" with great interest.

Happy times are fleeting, and for Zhang Beixing, the happiest thing is reading.

The night was deep and the moon was bright. All was quiet except for the low chirping of insects. Zhang Beixing quietly enjoyed this unique pleasure of reading.

Soon, the night passed in the blink of an eye, and the eastern sky began to lighten with the pale glow of dawn.

The rooster crows to signal the dawn!

……

The town of Basem, 10 a.m. the following morning!

Outside the city, an armed transport plane kicked up a cloud of sand and slowly landed on the Gobi Desert.

A group of Sharaf soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms operated forklifts to transport cans of yellowcake to transport planes.

A Sharaf officer walked up to Zaka, the two looked at each other, smiled, and embraced warmly.

"I never expected it to be you."

"Everything is going well." The officer smiled. "It's been a long time, Chief. How is my brother Zamaru?"

“He is doing well and has now been promoted to captain,” Zaka said in a friendly greeting. “But you haven’t been back to your hometown for many years.”

The officer solemnly said, "This battle is for a better life in the future. Only with victory can we return home with dignity."

"Let's work together," the leader chuckled. "But understand this: this battle is not for you."

The officer suppressed his smile and nodded.

"Alright, Chief, now that I have the yellowcake, I'll take my leave. The payment will be transferred to your organization's account later."

"You won't renege on your debt, will you?"

"How could that be?" the officer chuckled. "We absolutely cannot afford to offend the financial backers behind your organization."

The leader waved his hand: "No need to see me out."

There are less than a thousand cups of wine every confidant, but a few words are not speculative.

The officer turned and walked toward the transport plane, escorted by two soldiers.

Just then, the officer's cell phone rang.

The officer looked down at the familiar caller ID on the screen, took a few steps back, answered the call, and, with a ferocious expression, lowered his voice and angrily rebuked:

"Are you crazy! A call at this hour might expose your undercover identity!"

"Brother, I...I have something important to tell you."

Zhang Beixing perfectly imitated Zamaru's voice, speaking with a tone of panic.

Sensing the panic in his younger brother's voice, the officer frowned.

"Don't rush, little brother, tell me slowly."

Zhang Beixing, displaying his mastery of ventriloquism once again, spoke rapidly: "The leader has realized General Sharaf's intention to swallow them up. They're going to double-cross us. Let's go!"

Upon hearing this news, the officer trembled violently.

"What do you mean by double-crossing? When did General Sharaf devise this plan? I had no idea!"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly and decisively hung up the phone.

No further explanation is needed; the desired effect of sowing discord between Sharaf's army and Zarqa's organization has been achieved. After a brief pause, Zhang Beixing immediately made another phone call.

The receiver went dead, and the officer glanced suspiciously toward Zaka's location.

Although puzzled by the intelligence his younger brother sent back, he sensed an extreme urgency, as if the officer was in grave danger to deliver it! The officer whispered an urgent order to the soldiers around him: "Speed ​​up! Load the yellowcake onto the plane! Be wary of these bastards! Shoot them down if they do anything wrong!"

The soldiers immediately tensed as if facing a formidable enemy: "Yes, sir!"

A tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing, suddenly enveloped the open space outside the city.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing's call to the leader was also connected.

"Leader, we have important intelligence to report," Zhang Beixing said in a hoarse voice, as if he had just experienced a major setback.

The chieftain asked with a leisurely smile, "Oh? Zamaru, now that your brother has arrived, don't you intend to meet him?"

Zhang Beixing shouted angrily, "No, that man is not my brother! He is unworthy; he has betrayed the ideals we fought for together!"

This statement slightly surprised the leader, who quickly asked, "Zhamalu, what do you mean by this?"

Zhang Beixing smiled, but his voice was filled with sorrow and indignation:
"That man is not worthy to be my brother. He promised to create a better life for the people of Ivia, but he betrayed our ideals!"

Betray our ideals?
What does this mean?

Hearing "Zhamalu's" desperate roar, the leader became anxious, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the microphone tightly, and he unconsciously questioned in an angry voice:

"What exactly are you trying to say? What do you mean by his betrayal of us?"

Seeing that he had successfully provoked Zhang Beixing, he said no more and went straight to the point:
"Chief, I just learned from him that Sharaf's army intends to annihilate us. We must not let them take the yellowcake!"

Upon hearing this intelligence, Chief Zaka frowned deeply and trembled with rage.

"Those sons of bitches, I knew they'd betray us after they've served their purpose!"

The moment the call ended, leader Zaka subtly winked at several armed terrorists beside him.

"From this moment on, the war belongs to us!"

The terrorists immediately understood and turned their guns on their former allies.

"Destroy them!"...

Just as the officer and his men were about to board the transport plane, the leader suddenly issued an order.

The order had barely been given when a hail of bullets erupted, shell casings flying everywhere. After a burst of fire, the Sharaf soldiers closest to them were instantly killed.

The well-prepared officer narrowly escaped the attack and immediately ordered his soldiers to launch a counterattack.

"Da da da da...!"

"Bang bang bang bang...!"

Sharaf's forces and Zarqa's terrorist organization suddenly clashed, and the two sides engaged in fierce combat.

Inside the city of Basem, atop a tall, earthen-yellow mud-brick building, Zhang Beixing held up binoculars to observe the battle situation outside the city, a smile of anticipation on his face.

He put down his binoculars and sighed softly, "Ugh, dogs fighting, all this fuss, what a hassle."

At that moment, the communication equipment transmitted the latest news about the warship.

—Zhang Beixing, the Ivia government forces have amassed a large force of three legions and are about to completely encircle the town of Basem. To avoid friendly fire, please evacuate immediately!

After putting away his computer, Zhang Beixing glanced at the battlefield with great interest.

The fighting between the two sides intensified, with Zaka even deploying armed helicopters, which were quickly shot down by Sharaf's army using Stinger missiles!

The helicopter crashed on the battlefield and exploded with a deafening roar. The towering flames instantly engulfed a large number of soldiers, indiscriminately killing friend and foe.

Let the fighting rage on, every one that dies counts!
Having received the order to retreat, Zhang Beixing naturally did not want to stay there any longer.

But just as he turned to jump off the building, a sharp eagle's cry suddenly reached his ears.

Zhang Beixing looked up at the sound and saw the eagle he had tamed flapping its wings and soaring away from Bassam Town.

He suddenly woke up, as if remembering something important.

Quickly open the dimensional space and pour out all kinds of parts.

With swift fingers, in less than ten seconds, an 85-type sniper rifle was assembled and held firmly in his hand.

Zhang Beixing abandoned the evacuation and, using the high ground buildings for cover, set up a sniper rifle.

Adjust the lens, press your eye close to the scope, and follow the eagle slowly descending in the air.

The red crosshairs of the sniper scope fell to the ground, and when a figure was clearly locked on, Zhang Beixing's lips curled up slightly.

"Heh, you've killed so many innocent people and committed so many crimes, and you still want to escape? Did you even ask the sniper rifle in my hand?"

The figure that appeared in the scope was Zaka, the leader who was being escorted away by a large number of terrorists.

An armored vehicle was waiting to provide support a mile away.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, he attempted to escape unscathed!

Seeing that Zaka was about to escape the sniper's range under tight protection, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but frown slightly.

This guy was extremely wary, always hiding in the crowd and never showing his face, making it almost impossible to kill him with a single shot.

Although Zhang Beixing was confident that the second shot would end his life!

But even if it were just a second off, Zaka could have been out of the effective range of the sniper rifle.

At the critical moment, Zhang Beixing had a flash of inspiration and suddenly blew a loud whistle.

Upon hearing the sound, the eagle circling in the air cried out and swooped down like an arrow!

The eagle swooped into the crowd, its black feathers fluttering as its sharp claws slashed Zaka's face, leaving it covered in blood.

Zaka screamed and fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

At that moment, Zhang Beixing's eyes sharpened, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Flames erupted from the muzzle as the sniper bullet pierced the air, carrying a swirling current of air as it hurtled toward its maximum range.

The head of terrorist leader Zarqa exploded like a ripe watermelon, his brains and blood splattering everywhere, blooming like a blood-red firework on the Gobi Desert.

The soldiers who escorted Zaka in his retreat were the same ones who wore skull masks from yesterday.

After the gunshot, Zaka was shot in the head, leaving the skeleton warriors dumbfounded.

The leader was sniped from a distance!

Suddenly someone roared sharply.

"Sniper! Take him out!"

The skeleton warriors immediately scattered and took cover behind the armored vehicles. Their snipers quickly set up their weapons and searched for targets in the direction of the city.

The Zaka members' walkie-talkies crackled with a piercing electrical sound.

"Leader killed! Attention all personnel! Sniper in the city, coordinates sent. Locate and eliminate the target!"

"Someone killed the leader; this is to avenge him!"

"Kill!"

Upon learning of their leader's death, countless Zaka terrorists went into a frenzy, swarming towards the city's high-rise buildings.

Standing on the rooftop, Zhang Beixing looked down at the dark mass of terrorists surging towards him, couldn't help but swear, and then jumped off the building.

He moved swiftly through the town streets with a sniper rifle in hand.

He frequently exchanged fire with the terrorists who were trying to intercept him. His pistol magazine was completely emptied and his grenades were all used up. He ended up using this long-range weapon as a sniper rifle.

The face-to-face battle resulted in countless deaths and rivers of blood!
Faced with the overwhelming hail of bullets, Zhang Beixing used his spider sense to the fullest, dodging as many as possible, and using his bulletproof vest to withstand the attacks when he couldn't avoid them.

However, there were simply too many enemies, and bullets coming from all directions were impossible to defend against. Even the most perfect dodges could not prevent being hit.

Zhang Beixing's left arm was grazed by a bullet. Although the bone was not damaged, the pulsating blood vessels under the skin were visible.

Fortunately, the super soldier serum took effect in time, rapidly regenerating cells and stopping the bleeding quickly. Although he couldn't recover immediately, Zhang Beixing's fighting style remained swift and decisive.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Although Zhang Beixing was confident that he could wipe out all the terrorists, he was also bound to get hurt.

As the number of enemy enemies killed increased, the rate at which merit points accumulated gradually slowed down. After much deliberation, Zhang Beixing decided to stop doing this thankless task. (End of Chapter)