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

The atmosphere at the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade's private airport was tense and tense.

On the vast tarmac, a brand-new transport plane, painted in low-visibility camouflage, lay silently like a lurking steel behemoth. Its four high-powered turbofan engines were already warming up, emitting a deep roar and whipping up gusts of hot air that made the combat suits of the crew flutter loudly.

Only eight minutes had passed since the order was given.

Fifty figures, like fifty black lightning bolts, silently converged from different directions beneath the belly of the transport plane.

They wore the latest black combat uniforms, the close-fitting cuts highlighting their perfectly sculpted muscles, reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures.

Each person's face was covered with thick paint, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with a terrifying light in the night.

They made no sound, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they landed silently, like fifty ghosts crawling out of the depths of hell.

Fifty people, fifty streams of murderous intent, converged, making the surrounding air thick and oppressive.

One of the ground crew members responsible for guiding them didn't even dare to look them in the eye, keeping his head down and feeling the almost tangible pressure, his palms sweating profusely. He felt as if he were facing not fifty people, but fifty prehistoric beasts about to be released from their cages.

The leader was a special forces captain codenamed "King of Hell".

He was the first to stand to the end in this chaotic battle, overwhelming all opponents. He was also the first to be injected with "Dragon Blood No. 1".

At this moment, he simply stood quietly at the front of the line, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. Yet, he resembled a peerless, deadly sword sheathed in its sheath; if he remained still, he would be unstoppable, but if he did move, it would be earth-shattering.

He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei appeared at the cabin door.

They too had changed into combat uniforms, but without the camouflage paint. He Zhijun's gaze slowly swept over the fifty young faces below, faces filled with determination and ruthlessness, and an indescribable sense of pride welled up within him.

These are his soldiers!

These are his wolf fangs, the sharpest fangs!

"Comrades!"

His voice, though not amplified, clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a metallic quality.

"Just now, I received orders from the military region's highest command!"

"On the southwestern border of our country, there is an armed drug trafficking group codenamed 'Horse Caravan,' which is extremely vicious and ruthless! They not only smuggle large quantities of drugs into the country, poisoning our compatriots, but also cruelly murder our armed police brothers who guard the border!"

"A blood debt must be repaid with blood!"

"The military region commander has entrusted this mission to our Wolf Fang! This is a sign of their trust in us, and it is also our Wolf Fang's inescapable responsibility!"

"And you!" He Zhijun's voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder, "You fifty men are the first batch of warriors in our Wolf Fang, and even the entire Southeast Military Region, to have received the baptism of 'Dragon Blood'! The most powerful force of this era flows in your veins!"

"This operation is not only about avenging our fallen comrades, but also a real-world test for you and for 'Dragon Blood'!"

"I want you to use the fastest speed and the most ruthless methods to uproot these scum who are entrenched outside the country's borders! Slaughter them without leaving a single one alive!"

"I want to show everyone just how powerful our new Wolf Fang unit really is!"

"Comrades! Do you have the confidence to complete this mission?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Fifty synchronized roars, like crashing waves, exploded across the tarmac! The overwhelming fighting spirit and killing intent even caused the massive transport plane to resonate slightly!

"good!"

He Zhijun nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, Chief of Staff Fan will explain the specific intelligence to you."

Fan Tianlei stepped forward, and the military tablet in his hand had already transmitted all the intelligence data to the tactical terminals on the wrists of each team member via wireless signal.

"The intelligence is simple: the enemy is stupid, but also a bit troublesome." Fan Tianlei's tone was as calm as ever, yet it revealed a sense of composure and strategic planning.

"The 'caravan's' hideout is located deep in a primeval jungle with extremely complex terrain, just outside the border. Their main leaders are a father and son, Ma Shichang and Ma Yunfei. They are ruthless and cunning."

"Under his command, there is a private armed force of about three hundred people, as well as an elite mercenary squad of thirty retired special forces soldiers. These thirty people are the ones you need to be a little careful with, don't mess things up."

"Their weaponry is mainly based on standard US equipment, ranging from individual rifles to large-caliber machine guns, and even rocket launchers and mortars, making them extremely powerful. In other words, they are a group of well-equipped fat pigs waiting for you to harvest them."

Fan Tianlei paused, then looked up and scanned the crowd.

"Your mission has two objectives."

"First, capture Ma Shichang and his son Ma Yunfei alive! They possess the core secrets of the entire drug trafficking network, and I need them alive, able to speak!"

"Second, annihilate all remaining armed personnel on the spot! Leave no one alive!"

When Fan Tianlei uttered the last four words, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

"Upon arrival in the mission area, you will liaise with the local border police to obtain more detailed intelligence. 'King Yama' will be the overall commander for this operation; all decisions are yours to make! The military region and brigade headquarters will not hinder you in any way! I have only one request!"

Fan Tianlei raised his head, and his eyes, which always gleamed with shrewd calculation, now held only cold resolve.

"Let's show the might of our Wolf Fang! Let's make our 'Dragon Blood' warriors renowned for their fearsome reputation!"

"yes!"

"Alright, time is of the essence, board the plane immediately!" He Zhijun gave the final order.

"King Yama" solemnly saluted He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei, then suddenly turned around, faced his team members, and swung his right hand forward fiercely!

"Boarding!"

Fifty figures, without any unnecessary movements, like fifty precisely programmed killing machines, silently boarded the transport plane one by one.

The massive hatch slowly closed.

With a deafening roar, this steel behemoth, carrying the future and hope of Wolf Fang, soared into the night, piercing the clouds, and roared toward the blood-stained southwestern border.

Inside the cabin, the red combat lights cast a cold, hard glow on everyone's face.

No one spoke; only the faint metallic scraping of weapons clashing filled the air. Everyone kept their eyes closed, seizing this precious time to conserve their energy.

"King Yama" opened the tactical terminal on his wrist, and a photo of a middle-aged man was clearly displayed on the screen.

Ma Shichang.

The man in the photo is smiling and looks like a kind-hearted small-town entrepreneur.

The "King of Hell" gently traced his finger across the face on the screen, as if touching the portrait of a dead person.

A one-sided, predictable, and overwhelming defeat is about to unfold.