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

The white house, inside the oval office.

As the head of state of M looked at the terrifying monster called "Tyrant" on the holographic screen, and at the laboratory in complete disarray, his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Those eyes, which were always full of shrewdness and calculation, were now filled with pure shock and ecstasy.

The military advisors and cabinet members behind him were dumbfounded, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

Is this the result of the "God's Forbidden Zone" project?

Is this the "god" they created by exhausting the power of the entire Western world?

Although it looks more like a demon from hell, the pure, destructive power that overflows from the screen sends a chill down the spine of everyone who sees it.

"Dr. Kane, are you sure... it's controllable?"

A five-star general couldn't help but ask.

The scene of the monster indiscriminately tearing its own people to pieces was so bloody that even this veteran, who was used to seeing death, felt uncomfortable.

"Of course, General."

Dr. Kay adjusted his glasses, a hint of scientist's arrogance on his face.

"We implanted a high-level control chip in its spinal cord. With just one command, we can instantly cause it to suffer brain death."

"Furthermore, according to our calculations, as long as it is equipped with a 'guide' to input commands in real time on the battlefield, the occurrence of friendly fire can be minimized."

"Although it's just a soulless killing machine right now, it's a blank slate with limitless potential! Give me enough time and resources, and I can even teach it to drive tanks and fly airplanes!"

Dr. Kane's words caused everyone present to gasp in shock.

A monster that can learn to fly a plane?

The thought of that scene is enough to send chills down your spine.

"Very good, excellent!"

The top leader of country M slammed his hand on the table, unable to suppress the smile on his face any longer.

"Doctor, you and your team are heroes of the United States, no, of the entire free world!"

"I order the immediate activation of Phase Two! At all costs, I want to see a super legion of one hundred 'Tyrants' in the shortest possible time!"

In his eyes, a flame called "ambition" flickered.

One hundred!

One hundred of these invulnerable, incredibly strong, tireless monsters who only know how to kill!

Such a legion is enough to sweep away the conventional forces of any country on Earth!

What aircraft carrier fleets, what fifth-generation fighters—they will all become incredibly fragile in the face of these monsters that are comparable to land tanks!

He seemed to already see the scene in the near future where this tyrannical army would trample the land of that great Eastern country and trample the so-called "national guardian dragon" under its feet!

"Yes, Mr. President!" Dr. Kane stood at attention excitedly.

Just then, another advisor in charge of intelligence stepped forward.

"Mr. President, we have a preliminary plan for the practical testing of the tyrant."

"explain."

"We need a battlefield, a tough enough adversary, to test the limits of a tyrant. And right now, the most suitable choice is that country that keeps us up at night."

The advisor's words drew nods from everyone.

"However, sending troops directly in is too risky and would inevitably trigger a full-scale military conflict. Therefore, we need a 'proxy'."

As the advisor spoke, he pulled up a document on the tactical tablet.

The first page of the document features a photo of a man with a burly face and fierce eyes.

"This man, codenamed 'Old Cat,' is the leader of 'Blood Wolf,' the most notorious mercenary organization in the world. He is ruthless, experienced, and commands a well-equipped squad of 100 men who are active in the Golden Triangle and Africa year-round."

"Most importantly, he and the drug lord Buji, who was killed by the Chinese special forces some time ago, were sworn brothers. Buji's brother, Minden, has given him a death order, requiring him to enter China and avenge his brother. The target is the Chinese soldier who killed Buji."

"We can use this to provide him with 'a tiny bit' of help in his revenge campaign."

A cold smile curled at the corners of the consultant's mouth.

"We will provide him with five 'tyrants,' as well as a full range of logistical and intelligence support. Let him, this 'spear of vengeance,' knock open the hard shell of the Dragon Kingdom for us and see what's hidden inside."

"Even if the operation fails, it's just a personal feud between a group of mercenaries, and it has nothing to do with us. We can not only obtain valuable combat data, but also use it to show the world, especially our allies, our latest 'muscle'."

"Kill two birds with one stone".

This insidious and vicious plan drew approving expressions from everyone present.

"That's what we'll do!"

The top leader made a decisive decision.

"Immediately contact 'Blood Wolf' and tell them that Country M is willing to provide the most generous assistance for their 'just cause'!"

……

Night, the Golden Triangle, a secret camp hidden deep in the rainforest.

The campfire crackled as a group of mercenaries, their bodies radiating the stench of blood and the aura of bandits, sat together, drinking strong liquor and devouring chunks of roasted meat.

Seated in the main seat was Old Cat, the leader of the "Blood Wolves".

He was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique covered in scars and grotesque tattoos, as he downed glass after glass of spicy whiskey.

His face was expressionless, but his bloodshot eyes held a suppressed rage and sorrow.

Bukit's death was a heavy blow to him.

"Boss, Mr. Minden is pressing us again. He's asking when we're going to make our move."

An adjutant cautiously approached him.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! All the bastards do is rush!"

Old Cat suddenly smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground. The sound of shattering glass instantly silenced the surrounding noise.

"What does he think China is? Some small African country that we can just come and go as we please? It's a military no-go zone for the whole world! With just a hundred or so of us and a gun, what's the difference between us going in and throwing our lives away?!"

The old cat hissed like a wounded wild beast.

He wanted revenge; he dreamed about it constantly.

But reason told him that this was simply impossible.

Just when the atmosphere in the camp was deathly silent.

A strange buzzing sound came from the sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A completely black, unmarked, futuristic-looking drone was hovering above the camp.

A cold, emotionless, synthesized electronic voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Old Cat, leader of the Blood Wolves. We're here to help you."

Old Cat suddenly stood up, and the mercenaries beside him also grabbed their weapons, warily aiming at the uninvited guests in the sky.

"Who are you?" the old cat asked in a deep voice.

Who we are is not important.

The electronic voice continued to play.

"The important thing is that we can give you the power of revenge."

"We will provide you with five god-like teammates. They will help you conquer the borders of the Dragon Kingdom, kill your enemies, and obtain everything you desire."

As soon as he finished speaking, a holographic image was projected onto the underside of the drone.

The video shows the horrific scene of "Tyrant One" tearing scientists apart with its bare hands and enduring high-voltage electric shocks in the laboratory!

When you see that three-meter-tall monster easily tear a person in half.

All the mercenaries in the camp couldn't help but gasp.

In an instant, the old cat's eyes, which were originally filled with violence and despair, were filled with a flame called "greed" and "hope"!

He looked at the monster in the picture, and his breathing became heavy.

If... if I could possess such power...

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this gift?"

The electronic sounds were incredibly alluring.

The old cat licked his dry lips; he knew this was the devil's deal.

But he couldn't refuse.

"I accept!"