Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Chapter 802

"What??"

The boss glared with anger, slapped the table, and stood up.

He spent so much money to get this batch of rockets, and now you're telling me...

"Thrown away? You mean to tell me, all that money I spent was for nothing?!!"

"Who the f**k did this!"

"F**k!!"

"..."

The person who rushed in trembled under the boss's roar.

He explained, "Based on our analysis, considering the height, shape, and speed, the person who suddenly burst in could only be Zhang Beixing."

"No one else has the capability to relocate so many people in such a short time."

"But boss, it's not all bad news; although Zhang Beixing moved his team out, he didn't escape himself!"

"After throwing his last two teammates, he didn't have time to leave and directly withstood our rocket attack. Although the fire hasn't been put out, visual inspection hasn't spotted Zhang Beixing's shadow."

?

The boss turned his head, confusion morphing into joy, skipping past calmness entirely.

"You, no, all of you, go and confirm whether Zhang Beixing is dead!"

"If Zhang Beixing is dead, then it's worth it!"

"Find his body, I want to dissect him, study him, on this corpse, we'll find the secret to becoming extraordinary!"

"Go now!!"

Facing this unexpected joy, the capitalist felt like his mind was overwhelmed with happiness.

He was a bit disoriented.

The sky seemed to spin, unable to distinguish north from south, east from west.

After calming himself a bit, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Simoski, I've got some news for you."

"I might have accidentally gotten rid of Zhang Beixing. I need you to confirm the news immediately, I'm verifying on my side too. The Ninth Bureau has been operating under your nose all along, get me some intel right away."

Upon saying that, he hung up the phone.

This wasn't a discussion, it was a command!

Simoski was merely an Eastern European organization he had supported; Simoski didn't dare defy his orders!

...

...

At the ruins of a mercenary group's temporary base.

Why call it ruins?

Because now, this place was a sea of fire.

With thousands of Katyusha rockets raining down, the thick snow had melted; everything on the ground and in the buildings that could burn was now aflame.

This land had been plowed by those thousand rockets, it's not an overstatement.

Within a kilometer radius, there was not a sign of life.

Except for one place.

Zhang Beixing.

He was lying in the same place.

Feeling his breath struggling.

His clothes were burned away.

His hair was gone.

Even his nose hairs were burned off.

Every breath brought a distinct feeling of heat.

His eyes closed, he didn't need to look to know that his whole body was probably encrusted with a layer of char.

His skin had been shriveled by the fire, about to peel off.

Normally, being hit by a thousand rockets, even if not directly by four or five, there would be some.

Several exploded within a ten-meter radius.

Not being blown to pieces was impressive.

Still having a human form was because just earlier, when he thought he was about to die.

He suddenly felt like something inside him had cracked open?

Now, unless he was mistaken, he had entered the Insight Realm.

A step further on the path of the Transcendent.

Insight Realm, understanding oneself, understanding the path ahead.

Zhang Beixing was stronger!

Although breathing was extremely difficult now, each breath brought back vitality rapidly!

He had been lying there for over three hours.

The fire around was gradually dying down.

He could faintly hear, not far off, perhaps about two hundred meters away, people shoveling snow to put out the fire.

The numbers sounded numerous, likely over a hundred.

At this rate, within an hour, they could put out enough fire to reach him.

Now Zhang Beixing was resting and recovering his physical strength, as much as he could manage.

Crack!

About half an hour later, Zhang Beixing finally regained mobility.

A slight movement brought the sound of fragmented skin shedding.

After two or three minutes, Zhang Beixing sat up, looked at his hands.

Then at the skin? Shell? shed on the ground.

Is this a golden cicada shedding its shell?

Zhang Beixing could clearly feel, his battle power was significantly stronger, and his body's resilience increased.

But now the urgent task at hand was to see...

Hmm, okay, the size hadn't decreased, in fact, there seemed to be a slight increase, nice.

He was hairless.

All the hair on his body was gone.

Now he was a bare person.

Zhang Beixing stood up, twisting his body.

Still hurt.

Actually, he had injured bones, even his internal organs were affected.

But Zhang Beixing was now at the level of an Extraordinary Person; being injured wasn't fatal as long as his heart hadn't burst, his brain unharmed, it wasn't a big deal, all could be repaired in time.

After standing up, he noticed several people nearing.

Not far away.

About tens of meters.

They were focused on extinguishing the fire.

With the intention to reach Zhang Beixing soon and check his corpse.

When they saw a figure suddenly stand up amid the flames.

?

??

Dozens of eyes watched Zhang Beixing.

And Zhang Beixing? He watched them too.

Holy sh*t!

Those thugs were about to cry.

He's not dead, holy sh*t!!

They all stopped, ceased moving.

They knew how powerful Zhang Beixing was.

Even if they picked up their guns now, it wouldn't matter.

A thousand rockets didn't kill him; now they were just offering themselves?

Zhang Beixing pointed at one person, "You, come over."

Me?

The person pointed at himself, bewildered, and seeing Zhang Beixing nod, froze, then burst into tears.

This was like King Yan keeping a record! Being picked meant death!

The person, with a mournful face, pointed at the fire, speaking in the language of Wu Country, Zhang Beixing couldn't understand what was being said.

But he got the gist, that the fire was too large to cross.

Zhang Beixing understood.

You won't come to me, I'll come to you.

Thus.

They watched as Zhang Beixing walked out of the flames.

Naked, no clothes, not even a hair.

But they didn't dare laugh.

Zhang Beixing approached and started stripping the clothes off the person he had singled out.

When Zhang Beixing touched his exposed skin, the man screamed.

So hot!

Only then did Zhang Beixing realize, he had been in the fire for hours.

For a normal person, it would be a crematorium, incinerating one to ash!

Zhang Beixing had been in there for so long, unscathed, lost some hair.

Sun Wukong emerged from Tai Shang Lao Jun's Alchemy Furnace with fiery eyes, Zhang Beixing felt he gained fire immunity from Katyusha's fiery rockets, not bad at all.

Zhang Beixing ignored the man's wails, roughly stripped off his clothes.

After dressing himself, Zhang Beixing snatched his phone, disregarding the despairing lackey, opened the front camera.

Looking at the enormous bald head on the phone.

Zhang Beixing sighed, "Now I've reached the Insight Realm, indeed, I'm bald and stronger."