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

When the large forces of local troops and armed police surged into the "Devil's Jaw" like a tidal wave, every veteran who was used to seeing such scenes was so shocked by the sight before him that he stopped in his tracks.

The entire canyon fortress could no longer be called a fortress; it was more like a slaughterhouse ravaged by behemoths. Twisted steel, shattered concrete, and mangled corpses that could not be pieced together were everywhere.

The thick, foul stench in the air, a mixture of blood, gunpowder, and burnt protein, made people's throats tighten. A young armed police officer couldn't hold it in any longer, covered his mouth, ran to the side, and vomited with a "whoosh."

The climax of all the shock was that secret room door.

It was completely "pulled" out of the wall, like a crumpled piece of waste paper, carelessly discarded on the ground. The door was covered with vicious scratches and protruding finger marks, and the torn edges of the metal gleamed with a chilling light.

"How...how did they manage to open this?" A technical investigator squatted by the door, his gloved fingers gesturing over the exaggerated tears, his voice dry and bewildered.

The armed police colonel beside him, a tough guy who had been fighting on the border for twenty years, also looked solemn. He had considered countless possibilities: directional blasting, large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, even laser cutting... but the traces at the scene overturned all known methods of breaching the door.

This door looks as if it was torn open by four prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex using brute force!

"Colonel, Li Weiguo has been brought back."

A guard jogged over to report.

The colonel took a deep breath of the polluted air and turned to walk towards the makeshift command post. Li Weiguo and his three soldiers were the only four survivors of their own side in this battle, and the only witnesses.

Inside the tent, Li Weiguo's face was deathly pale, his eyes still unfocused, as if his soul hadn't fully recovered from the hellish twenty minutes that had just passed. He gripped a water bottle tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

"Comrade Li Weiguo," the colonel said, his voice softening as much as possible, "tell me everything you know and everything you've seen. Don't leave out a single detail."

Li Weiguo raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at the colonel. His lips moved a few times before he could utter a hoarse voice. His description was illogical and incoherent, more like a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

"...They climbed up the cliff like that, without using any tools..."

"...Heavy machine gun...that skinny guy, he charged straight at the bullets, and they couldn't hit him. Then he pulled out the machine gun..."

"...The sniper, my spotter spotted him just as he died, hit by a rock...a rock smashed through the scope and into his head..."

The colonel listened quietly, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. The staff officer beside him was already looking at Li Weiguo with the eyes of someone who had gone mad.

These words are utterly absurd!

This is not a military report at all; it's a ghost story!

The colonel interrupted him: "Wait a minute. Go back to that door, the door to that secret room. How did they open it?"

Li Weiguo seemed to be provoked by the question, and suddenly shuddered, his eyes almost overflowing with fear.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and said, in an almost dreamlike tone, word by word, "With...hands. Four...no, four mountains, just like that, with his hands, he tore them off."

Inside the tent, there was a deathly silence.

The staff officer opened his mouth, wanting to say "absurd," but when he recalled the clear fingerprints on the door outside, he swallowed the words back.

If Li Weiguo and his soldiers' testimonies hadn't been completely consistent, and if the evidence at the scene hadn't defied scientific explanation, the colonel would have immediately called in a military doctor to conduct a comprehensive psychiatric evaluation.

The Dragonblood Squad didn't give them much time to investigate.

After the initial handover of prisoners and supplies, several unmarked black armed helicopters landed like ghosts outside the canyon. Fifty soldiers boarded the helicopters in silence, not uttering a single word from beginning to end. The lingering killing intent emanating from them made the surrounding regular troops afraid to even breathe.

They arrived like a thunderclap and left like a gentle breeze, leaving behind an invincible myth on this southwestern border that was destined to be sealed in the highest-secret archives, yet would circulate in private for decades.

……

A battle report, encrypted to the highest level, was sent directly to the desk of the commander of the Southeast Military Region via satellite.

The old general, with his gleaming star on his shoulder and graying temples, held the thin report in his slightly trembling hand.

The report was short, but packed with useful information.

Mission Name: Sharp Blade.

"Unit in operation: Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade, 'Dragon Blood' Special Operations Team"

Our casualties: zero.

When the old general saw the word "zero," his breath caught in his throat.

"Results: 357 enemy soldiers were annihilated, including 30 top mercenaries from the US. The ringleaders, Ma Shichang and Ma Yunfei, were captured alive. A quantity of drugs, weapons, and funds were seized..."

"good!"

The old general let out a suppressed growl, and then, he could no longer contain his emotions.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He slammed his fist on the heavy mahogany desk, making the military-style water cup on it vibrate. His usually imposing face was now filled with barely suppressed elation and excitement.

Zero casualties, complete annihilation!

What does this mean? This is a miracle!

He grabbed the red phone on the table, his hand trembling with excitement, and dialed directly to the headquarters of the Central Military Commission in Beijing.

"Commander! It's me! From the Southeast! We won! We won a tremendous victory! The Wolf Fang's 'Dragon Blood' squad... they're monsters in human skin!"

During the report, the old general's voice was somewhat incoherent due to excitement, but he emphasized the "Dragon Blood" warriors' terrifying, utterly unreasonable, and overwhelming combat power displayed in this battle.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a calm voice, equally powerful, finally came through: "Send the detailed report immediately."

Meanwhile, at the Wolf Fang Special Operations Brigade base.

He Zhijun and Fan Tianlei received encrypted telegrams from Yan Zhong at almost the same time.

He Zhijun read it word by word, and when he saw the last three words, "zero casualties," the lines on his usually tense square face softened instantly, and he let out a long, long sigh of relief.

He turned to look out the window, as if he could see the young man who had brought him such a wonderful surprise.

Su Chen.

He made the right bet! He won!

These fifty doses of gene serum not only brought about a perfect victory, but also gave Wolf Fang, and even the entire Southeast Military Region, the confidence and trump card for the next few decades!

Fan Tianlei sidled up, his signature smile impossible to hide, chuckling, "Brigade Commander, I told you! Brigade Commander Su Chen is a gem! Look at this record, who would believe it? Over three hundred armed drug traffickers, plus thirty top mercenaries, and our fifty men, wiped them all out in less than half an hour with zero casualties. This isn't warfare, it's like descending to earth!"

"Ring ring—"

The red telephone in the office suddenly rang, interrupting their excitement.

He Zhijun took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and answered the phone.

The commander's signature, booming laughter came through the receiver, making his ears ring.

"He Zhijun! You little rascal! Well done!"

This was the first time He Zhijun had heard his old commander "lose his composure" like this.

"Your Wolf Fang unit has rendered an immense service to our entire Southeast Military Region—no, to our entire army! You've set a brand new benchmark!"

"I've already reported to the Central Military Commission! The Central Military Commission leaders personally instructed that, from today onwards, the 'Dragon Blood' squad is the most valuable asset of our Southeast Military Region! Our trump card! Keep it hidden and use it well! From now on, they will be a sharp dagger that will only be plunged into the enemy's heart at the most critical moment!"

The "Dragon Blood Squad" achieved legendary status in one battle.

Although the news was tightly covered up by the top leadership with the highest authority, the briefing, which had all sensitive information removed, was still delivered to the desks of the commanders of several brother military regions and top special operations units through special encrypted channels.

The location of the Iron Fist Regiment, Northern Military Region.

Battalion Commander Kang Lei, a man known for his fiery temper, stared intently at the battle report, especially at the words "zero casualties," his eyes turning red with rage.

silence.

After a long silence.

"Bang!"

He slammed his hand on the table and roared at the door.

"Guards! Get all fifty of my precious bastards to the training ground! Starting today, double the training volume! No! Triple it! Tell them that the wolves from the Southeast Military Region are practically shitting on our necks! Anyone who dares to complain again can go back to raising pigs!"

In Beijing, at the even more mysterious Old A Special Operations Base.

The man codenamed "Railway" looked at the same battle report, and for the first time, his usually expressionless face showed an extremely solemn expression.

He didn't roar like Conley.

He simply picked up the internal communicator and calmly issued an order in a voice colder than the Siberian cold front.

"Pass down the order: 'Fang' squad, assemble!"

He paused, seemingly considering his words, and finally spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"The simulated combat assessment, originally scheduled for next month, has been moved up. The assessment objective is... to paralyze the command system of a full-strength heavy armored division within three days without being detected."

Once the order was given, the entire Old A base instantly transformed into a high-speed war machine.

A more frenzied, even somewhat morbid, competitive flame was ignited among the three top super aces of the Dragon Kingdom because of Wolf Fang's battle report!

Nobody wants to be the one left behind!