If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Southeast Military Region, Headquarters Building.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor, and the air was filled with a solemnity and majesty unique to the center of power.

The staff officers came and went, their steps hurried, their expressions serious, and each of their uniforms was so straight that not a single wrinkle could be found.

However, this solemn atmosphere was completely shattered today by two uninvited guests.

He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei, the two absolute commanders who had the final say in the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade, were now like two country bumpkins who had just come to the city from the countryside and found everything fascinating.

They walked with their heads held high and chests out, their smugness emanating from their very bones could be smelled from a hundred meters away.

"Hey, isn't this Staff Officer Zhang from the Operations Department? You've gotten even more handsome in just a few days!" Fan Tianlei slapped a passing young major on the shoulder, the force almost making him stumble.

The major was taken aback by the camera, but when he turned around and saw these two gentlemen, he quickly stood at attention and saluted: "Greetings, sirs!"

"Good, good, all good! We're even better!" Fan Tianlei grinned so wide his eyes disappeared, revealing a set of big white teeth. His expression was like that of someone who had won the lottery.

He Zhijun, on the other hand, was relatively more "reserved." He simply walked with his hands behind his back, taking an official's gait. When he saw familiar officers, he would slowly nod, a profound smile on his lips, his eyes carrying three parts kindness and seven parts condescension, as if he were looking at a group of eagerly awaiting juniors.

The unusual behavior of these two people left everyone in the headquarters building completely baffled.

"What's wrong with the brigade commander and chief of staff? They went to Kunlun for a selection process, and they seem like completely different people now?"

"Who knows? Judging from their behavior, you'd think they bought Kunlun."

"Why do I feel like the way they're looking at me is like they're looking at... an ant?"

"You feel that way too? I thought it was just my imagination! That look in his eyes, it's fucking infuriating!"

Whispers and murmurs filled the offices.

Everyone was incredibly curious and...annoyed by the changes in these two gentlemen.

Soon, the two of them swaggered through the city and arrived at the office of Gao Shiwei, the commander of the military region.

"Report!" Fan Tianlei roared at the top of his lungs, his voice so powerful that dust in the corridor fluttered down.

"Come in!" A dignified voice came from inside the office.

The two pushed open the door and entered, only to see Gao Shiwei sitting behind his desk, looking at a document with a furrowed brow.

"Commander!" The two men snapped to attention and saluted, their movements so precise they looked like textbook examples.

Gao Shiwei looked up and saw that it was the two of them, and his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Shouldn't you two be continuing your training in Kunlun? Why did you come back? Were you eliminated?" His tone carried a hint of displeasure.

These two are his precious darlings, whom he went through so much trouble to get into the program. If they were to be eliminated, he would be heartbroken.

"Eliminated?" Upon hearing this, Fan Tianlei immediately put on a wronged expression, almost bursting into tears. "Commander, your words are so hurtful! We suffered so much to bring glory to our Southeast Military Region, barely surviving by the skin of our teeth. How can you say we've been eliminated?"

"Then why did you come back?" Gao Shiwei's expression softened slightly.

"Well, this is a long story," He Zhijun took over the conversation. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs, showing no awareness whatsoever of a subordinate meeting a superior.

He picked up the teacup on Gao Shiwei's table, blew on it, slowly took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"It's all thanks to Brigade Commander Su's consideration for us. He said that if he were to detain all the old guys from our military regions, wouldn't you commanders have to drive tanks to block his door? In that case, the special forces would be left unattended, affecting combat readiness, and that would be a huge offense."

Gao Shiwei's eyes twitched involuntarily as he listened to these sarcastic remarks.

That old fellow went to Kunlun, and putting everything else aside, his ability to show off has definitely improved.

"So," Fan Tianlei quickly added, with a "I'm doing this for your own good" expression, "Brigade Commander Su took it upon himself to make special arrangements and let us 'graduate' early! Not only did he release us, but he also passed on some astonishing skills to us! The purpose of bringing us back is to elevate the military strength of our entire military region by several levels!"

"Simply put, they came back to help alleviate poverty!"

The words "poverty alleviation" made Gao Shiwei's temples throb twice.

He barely suppressed the urge to grab the ashtray and smash it, letting out a cold laugh: "Fine, you've been gone for half a year, haven't shown any skills, but your bragging skills have certainly reached a high level. What, now you think you can kill a bull with one punch?"

"Commander, you underestimate us." He Zhijun put down his teacup and said slowly, "Awesome? What's so great about fighting those things? To be honest, with my current strength, I could take on hundreds of fully armed special forces soldiers like it's nothing."

The office fell into a deathly silence.

The staff officers behind Gao Shiwei all looked at He Zhi-jun as if he were crazy.

One against hundreds?

Do you think you're Superman?

Gao Shiwei was so angry he almost laughed. He pointed at He Zhijun, his finger trembling, "Fine, fine, He Zhijun! I've learned something new today! Men!"

He slammed his hand on the table.

"Bring the guard company over here! I want to see how you, Brigade Commander He, are going to take on hundreds of enemies today!"

"No! Commander!" Fan Tianlei quickly stepped forward to stop him. "The brothers in the guard company are all our own people. If we lose control and hurt one of them, it would be terrible."

Although he was trying to persuade her, he couldn't hide his smugness.

Gao Shiwei was trembling with anger at his appearance. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Then tell me, what do you want?"

"Commander, forget about the guard company." He Zhijun stood up, straightened his uniform, and his inscrutable smile returned. "How about you call over the commanders of several special operations brigades in our military region? Let's all go to the training ground and broaden our horizons?"

Gao Shiwei stared intently at him for a full half minute before finally squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth.

"good!"

……

Meanwhile, at the Iron Fist Regiment's base in the Northern Military Region.

Conley's return also caused quite a stir at headquarters.

He used the same method to "invite" all the leaders of his headquarters to the training ground.

"Old Kang, you'd better not be joking with me." The commander of the Northern Military Region, a burly man with a fiery temper, glared at the nonchalant Kang Lei, veins throbbing on his forehead. "If you dare to make fun of me, I'll show you today why flowers are so red!"

Kang Lei chuckled and patted his chest, which was as solid as iron. "Commander, look at what you're saying. How could I dare! I just want you, and all the other leaders, to witness the miracle of Kunlun firsthand!"

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Old A and the Beijing Military Region, the same scene was unfolding between Railway and another "Grandmaster" who had returned from Kunlun.

A "miracle demonstration" that was about to overturn everyone's worldview was being staged simultaneously in the headquarters of several core military regions of the Dragon Kingdom.

Gao Shiwei stood at the edge of the Southeast Military Region's training ground, looking at the Type 59 tank that He Zhijun had designated as a "target" not far away, which was already scrapped, with a sneer on his face.

"I'll wait and see how you manage to make something of this lump of iron today."

He Zhijun ignored his taunts, simply stretched his limbs, and then grinned at the special forces captains in the distance who were also watching the show with amusement.

"Stand back, don't get splattered with blood."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, and the internal energy in his dantian surged forth!

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar erupted from his mouth!

A golden dragon-shaped phantom, several meters long, instantly materialized, carrying a terrifying, world-destroying power, and roared towards the Type 59 tank!

Gao Shiwei's cold smile froze instantly.

The expressions on the faces of all the generals and staff behind him changed from watching a show to pure, indescribable...horror!

They watched helplessly as the golden dragon, which only existed in mythology, crashed violently into the steel behemoth weighing tens of tons!

The next second, a deafening roar!

Crashed!