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

Zhuang Yan carefully put the little girl down from his arms. Her body was soft but trembling slightly, clearly indicating that she had been quite frightened. The little girl first stared blankly at the dark hood over Zhuang Yan's face, then raised her small hand and pointed to the collapsed wall and the convulsing drug dealer on the ground. Her eyes were filled with not only fear but also disbelief.

"Big brother...you...you're amazing!" the little girl whispered, her voice tender and filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and the innocence unique to children. Just moments ago, she was almost in despair, but now she had been saved by such a "god-like" figure who descended from the sky. In addition to gratitude, Zhuang Yan was also enveloped in a layer of almost blind worship.

"Thank you, big brother!" The little girl's eyes shone brightly, like twinkling stars. "Big brother, you're just like Superman on TV! I want to be as amazing as you when I grow up!" She looked up at Zhuang Yan, who was standing masked, and solemnly declared, as if she could already see her future.

Zhuang Yan didn't answer, but instead bent down to gently comfort the little girl, confirming that she hadn't suffered any real harm. He lightly touched her forehead with his fingertips, a faint but gentle stream of true energy flowing into her, instantly calming her fear and dispelling the chill deep within her body. The little girl felt a warm current flow through her, her body and mind relaxing. Her previously tense nerves relaxed, her face regained some color, and even her breathing became steady and long. She quietly leaned against Zhuang Yan, so obedient it was heartbreaking.

Having done all this, Zhuang Yan stood up and took two steps back. He silently yielded the center position to the swarming police officers, as if he were merely a bystander, not the sole protagonist of this dramatic rescue. His gaze swept over the little girl lying on the ground, a strange sense of familiarity stirring within him. It was a vague premonition, a feeling that perhaps there was a deeper entanglement between him and this child—a feeling that puzzled him yet he couldn't ignore.

The head of the criminal investigation team, a veteran police officer with over twenty years of experience, was pale-faced, his leg muscles twitching involuntarily. He first carefully checked the little girl's condition, confirming she was unharmed, before shifting his gaze to the ground, to the drug dealer who was limp as a rag doll, still twitching slightly. Then, his gaze pierced through the hole in the second floor, fixing on another drug dealer inside, whose forehead had been pierced and who was lifeless.

The scene before him completely shattered all his past experiences and understanding.

He had seen the most vicious criminals and handled the bloodiest cases, each one testing his nerves and bottom line. But what he saw today utterly shattered his understanding of reality. A wall smashed down with bare hands? A death caused from a distance? These scenarios clearly only existed in the fantastical special effects of movies on screens. The science and order he firmly believed in collapsed in an instant. A chill ran from his feet to the top of his head, and a buzzing sound echoed deep within his brain, making it difficult for him to think. His throat felt dry; he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the immense shock and fear in his heart, and to prevent his voice from trembling too much. But when he spoke, his voice betrayed him, revealing a slight unnaturalness. "Comrade... may I ask... who are you? This skill... is simply unheard of!" The criminal police captain took a step forward. He instinctively wanted to verify the other party's identity, but when he saw the dark hood on Zhuang Yan's face, and the invisible yet heavy sense of oppression emanating from the other party, his words became more hesitant, and even showed a hint of respect.

"Reporting, Captain!"

Before Zhuang Yan could respond, several agile SWAT officers rushed over and hurriedly reported to the criminal investigation captain: "Captain! The little girl is not injured, we have checked her! Of the two bandits, one is already dead, his forehead was pierced by some kind of energy, and the other is still breathing, but all his bones are shattered and his internal organs are displaced. He can no longer move, but his breathing is relatively stable, and he should be able to make it to the hospital." The SWAT officers' voices were filled with shock.

"Alright, alright." The police captain took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and turned his gaze back to Zhuang Yan. He knew that now was not the time to pursue these "supernatural" details. The most urgent task was to find out the background of this mysterious figure in front of him.

Zhuang Yan remained silent throughout. He simply raised his hand slowly and took out an ID card from the inside pocket of his coat.

The document was antique, with a dark leather cover devoid of any text or design. He flipped it open lightly; the inner page contained a metal card, also lacking the usual information like name, position, or organization. At the center of the card was a pure gold national emblem, dignified and imposing, radiating a faint yet commanding glow in the dim light of the seaside. Below the emblem, a bright red seal stood out prominently, engraved with the four powerful characters "Central Military Commission." And right in the very center of the emblem, a dark gold "SS," barely visible to the naked eye, was subtly and weightily inscribed.

It conveys a pure and absolute message without needing any words. That weight makes all doubts vanish in an instant.

The police captain stared at the identification card, momentarily stunned, then his pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face. Having served in the police force for many years, he knew all too well the strict hierarchy of officialdom. The simpler the identification card, the less conventional markings it contained, the higher the rank it represented, and the more astonishing its origins! Moreover, this metal card bore the seal of the "Central Military Commission"! And the dark gold, abyss-like, restrained "SS" made his heart pound wildly!

SS-level classified information!

What does this mean? It means that the identity of this masked, superhuman "superman" and the tasks he performs are beyond the highest level of authority that they, as members of the system, can access! It is a clear warning to everyone who sees it: this is not something you can inquire about, or even something you can imagine.

A jolt of electricity shot through his body, cold sweat poured down his back, instantly soaking his undershirt. His brain felt like it had been struck by a hammer, his ears ringing. He stretched out his trembling hands and carefully pushed the identification back in front of Zhuang Yan. His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear and profound awe.

"Commander...Commander!" He waved his hands repeatedly, his posture so humble he seemed to touch the ground. "I am so sorry! I have offended you! I have disturbed your mission, please forgive me!"

He stood ramrod straight, instinctively snapping to attention and giving Zhuang Yan a perfectly standard military salute. That gesture embodied the obedience and respect ingrained in a soldier's very being.

"Sir! Please keep your documents safe! You can leave now! We, the police, guarantee that everything that happened here will be handled properly! We will leave no loose ends!" His words were sincere, even bordering on pleading. He felt that even glancing at the person before him would be a desecration.

Zhuang Yan remained silent. He simply raised his hand, retrieved his identification, and nodded slightly, indicating to the criminal investigation captain that there was no need for such formality. Then, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of all the officers and onlookers, he strode towards Lin Xiaoying, who stood quietly not far away.

Lin Xiaoying stood there the entire time, calmly and keenly observing her surroundings. Her body was tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce at any moment, nipping any potential changes in the bud. Only when Zhuang Yan approached her did her taut nerves relax slightly.

Zhuang Yan walked to her side and naturally took her hand. Her palm was indeed covered with a layer of cool, fine sweat.

"Let's go," he said softly to Lin Xiaoying, his voice carrying a gentleness that others couldn't understand.

Lin Xiaoying gave him a gentle look, softly replied "Okay," and then nodded.

The two walked hand in hand, without exchanging any words or lingering, simply blending into the deepening night, gradually disappearing into the distance.

But the shock they left behind was like an invisible yet incredibly powerful bomb, lingering in the hearts of everyone who witnessed it, unable to subside. That power beyond the limits of human imagination, that martial arts technique that existed only in legends, vividly overturned everyone's preconceived notions of the world, leaving an indelible mark on them.

The criminal investigation captain watched Zhuang Yan's departing figure, finally letting out a long sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and besides the relief of surviving a close call, a surge of overwhelming curiosity welled up in his chest. Who exactly was that "leader"? What earth-shattering secret was hidden behind that SS-level classified document?

"Captain... this... this isn't a dream, is it?" A young SWAT officer's voice trembled, clearly still reeling from the extreme shock. He pinched himself hard; the pain was real.

"It's true!" the criminal investigation captain said in a deep voice, his tone unusually serious and solemn. "From today onwards, everything that happened here today is to be kept a secret! No one is allowed to utter a single word about it! Especially regarding that leader, that's top secret! Anyone who dares to leak even a whisper will be court-martialed!"

"Understood!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, their faces filled with awe and solemnity. They knew that after today, some things would be completely changed.

The police captain looked up again, gazing in the direction Zhuang Yan had disappeared. His eyes held a complex mix of emotions. He knew that what they were witnessing today was not a simple case, but the prelude to an era—an era where martial arts legends were brought to life.