Chapter 881: Chapter 328: Thomas’s Grand Spin

Took a glance at Lia’s phone.

Carefully checked the mission’s requirements, Zhang Beixing shook his head.

Makely heard the commotion and woke up. Her sleep had always been light and easily disturbed.

This was also why she had been sleeping in separate beds from her husband over the years.

Zhang Beixing smiled at her, handed Lia’s phone over, and said, "Take a look yourself, see how much these people hate you."

"The most lenient outcome for you is being captured alive. If they can’t capture you, they’ll kill you. If they can’t kill you, at the very least, they want to snatch the USB drive from your hands."

After speaking, Zhang Beixing once again scanned her from head to toe, as if trying to see through her.

"Do you have some earth-shattering secret on you? Otherwise, they wouldn’t be watching you so closely?"

Makely calmly read the mission that was just sent to Lia’s phone, without any emotional fluctuation, as if these matters had nothing to do with her.

Handed the phone back, "It’s normal. I was even prepared for them to launch missiles to intercept me."

How explosive?

"Alright, up to now, I’ve dismantled several branches of your former organization, yet I’ve never been greeted by a missile baptism."

Zhang Beixing thought for a moment and said.

Honestly, he really wanted to try the feeling of catching a missile directly.

Now, his transcendent journey had advanced another step, his strength had increased further.

He didn’t know how strong a hot weapon he could withstand now.

Some small missiles should be no problem, right?

Zhang Beixing asked himself, but was certain he couldn’t withstand big ones like the Dongfeng Missile.

A slightly more powerful Dongfeng Missile might destroy half a city with one shot; if he were to take it head-on, without surprise, there’d be little left but bone fragments.

Currently, rockets like Katyusha are no problem; they do appear very formidable, but after all, they’re creations of nearly a hundred years ago.

When launched, they’re indeed dazzling, the fire illuminating half the sky.

But the real combat power, a volley might barely compare with some stronger howitzers.

And certainly no match for missiles.

Makely, of course, had no idea what Zhang Beixing was thinking; seeing him lost in thought, she assumed he might be worried.

She didn’t mind, as it’s human nature.

Even though she was involved in DE Organization’s martial artist experiments and knew extensive martial artist information.

But according to her research, even the strongest realm of martial artists now, Grandmaster, would struggle against some large-caliber bullets.

Even pistol small-caliber bullets, if not in fatal positions, a Grandmaster could only withstand a few shots.

Those large-caliber ones: a bullet should still punch a hole where it should.

Probably only Grandmaster-level martial artists could endure some large-caliber bullets.

She didn’t believe that Zhang Beixing was at a level above a Great Grandmaster, achieving some qualitative leap.

"What’s Minister Zhang planning next?"

Plans?

Facing Makely’s inquiry, he thought carefully.

"Steady as we go, the plan remains unchanged, continue heading to Wu Country; this decision was set long ago, definitely won’t change."

"Now Leng Bing is dangerously waiting for me to rescue him. Taking the train already delays time; if I don’t go, it would be excessive."

Zhang Beixing said, his tone and attitude quite serious.

Listening to Zhang Beixing’s response, Makely’s heart tightened, and her evaluation of him improved a bit.

A Great Xia agent dispatched to Wu Country, in her mind, was nothing more than a pawn.

Since it’s a pawn, there should be thoughts of it being expendable; this mental preparation is necessary.

Moreover, with so many Great Xia People, an individual’s insignificance is clear, as she learned from political classes before, sometimes sacrificing one person is for the greater benefit of the many.

This is perfectly acceptable.

Yet Zhang Beixing went the other way, knowing the task is daunting, yet insisting on pursuing it for a glimmer of hope.

Really hard to fathom.

But... not understanding, perhaps, is precisely why Zhang Beixing achieved such high accomplishments.

Just then, Zhang Beixing didn’t know that the cold as ice female researcher’s heart had already been moved.

He was still racking his brain, thinking about how to handle the pack of hungry wolves about to rush in.

At this moment, in Zhang Beixing’s perception, he could clearly feel that the number of people harboring hostility toward him was increasing.

Increasing.

In just the three carriages around them, there were already twenty or thirty people.

They gathered in ones and twos, seemingly discussing plans to strike, none rushing to act immediately.

Of course, Zhang Beixing was also not preparing to provoke them first.

He just relaxed comfortably in the compartment, waiting for them to come charging in to meet their death, taking advantage of the situation.

According to Lia’s information.

These people’s combat ability wasn’t very high; most had only one skill.

The strongest among them might be a Blacksmith, specializing in crafting various blades.