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

Su Chen led Du Feifei and Long Xiaoyun out of the conference room slowly.

He didn't turn around, but simply closed the heavy alloy door gently, leaving the battlefield inside—a battlefield brimming with desire and anxiety—completely to those high-ranking bigwigs.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the highland wind was crisp and clean, refreshing one's spirits as it blew on their face.

Inside the door, however, was a completely different scene.

As Su Chen's figure disappeared, the calm and order that his aura had forcibly maintained instantly collapsed.

The scene, as if paused, resumed playing at ten times the speed, in a frenzied manner.

"cough!"

Commander Wang of the North China Military Region was the first to break the brief silence.

He coughed heavily, and his tiger-like eyes, as big as copper bells, began to scan back and forth on the illusory images of the five hundred "miracle drugs" without any attempt to conceal them. The light in his eyes was so intense that it could almost ignite the air.

Like a tiger that has smelled blood, he slowly rose from his seat, the shadow cast by his imposing figure covering almost half of the conference table.

"Gentlemen, since Lieutenant General Su Chen has passed this ball to us, let's not hold back anymore."

Commander Wang's voice was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, rough and full of pressure.

"To be frank, of these five hundred 'Dragon Blood No. 1' vials, my North China Military Region wants two hundred!"

These words were like a thunderbolt!

The air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze instantly, and the temperature plummeted.

"Bullshit!"

Without a second thought, Commander Li of the coastal military region slammed his hand on the table. The specially made ceramic teacup bounced three inches into the air with a loud bang, shattering into several pieces as it fell. The scalding tea splashed all over his hand, but he was completely unaware.

"Old Wang! Have you no shame? There are only five hundred in total, and you're already asking for almost half of them. Do you think the rest of us are here just to make noise?!"

"How am I shameless?"

Commander Wang stiffened his neck, and that savage spirit he had forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood came out, his spittle flying more fiercely than a machine gun.

"What is our North China Military Region facing? Thousands of kilometers of plains! The iron torrent of that old Russian bear to the north! If there's even the slightest disturbance, and thousands of their tanks push in, what will we use to hold them off? Human lives to fill the gaps?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, slamming his large, fan-like hands on the table with a loud "bang."

"Give me two hundred 'Dragon Blood One' rifles, and I'll build two invincible super-elite battalions! Forget tanks, even if an aircraft carrier comes to our doorstep, I can make sure they never return! This is for the country! For the greater good!"

"Don't you dare try to flatter me!"

Commander Li also stood up, refusing to budge an inch.

"How many years has it been peaceful over there? The old Russian bear is barely scraping by; how can they have the time to wage war with you? Our coastline is the real battleground! Those sons of bitches from the US are constantly sending carrier strike groups to patrol our doorstep! Those monsters created by 'God's Forbidden Zone,' aren't they always trying to infiltrate our area? Don't give me that nonsense! Who has vicious dogs lurking around their doorstep every day? In terms of urgency, don't our Marines need this miracle drug more than your tank-driving brutes?!"

"That's right! Old Li is right!"

Commander Ma, from the Northwest, also joined the battle. His face was full of bitterness and hatred, and his deeply lined face was full of worry.

"Our place may be poor, it's a godforsaken place, but where are our nation's energy arteries? Several oil and gas pipelines, tens of thousands of kilometers long, are exposed in the Gobi Desert like naked women! If the enemy were to take them down, who could bear the consequences? I won't ask for more, just give me 150! I guarantee I'll make those pipelines safer than any of your home safes!"

"Why? You army and navy have already divided them up, what about us paratroopers?" A general with an air force general's star on his shoulder suddenly stood up, his voice shrill. "Our soldiers are the first wave to jump down from the sky, the knives plunged into the enemy's heart! Without the physique, jumping down is suicide!"

"Stop arguing! Our Second Artillery Corps' strategic deterrence is the foundation of the nation!" Another general, who had been silent until now, spoke up, his tone steady yet undeniable. "The garrison troops protecting the missile silos have the highest psychological pressure and combat readiness intensity in the country! Don't they deserve to be mentioned?"

In an instant, the entire conference room was in complete chaos.

The bigwigs were all puffing out their beards, glaring, and blushing. Each of them exaggerated the difficulties of their military region to the skies and praised the strategic importance of their troops to the highest level.

The way they acted made it seem as if the Dragon Kingdom would perish the next day if they took one less dose of medicine.

In the corner, the two old men, Du Bangguo and Long Zhenbang, calmly held their teacups, watching the group of old friends bickering with smiles.

Du Bangguo gently skimmed the foam off the surface of the glass with the lid and whispered to Long Zhenbang beside him, "Old Long, look at these kids, decades later, their tempers haven't changed at all."

Long Zhenbang curled his lip and took a sip of tea: "Changed, his skin has gotten thicker."

The two weren't speaking loudly, but everyone present had sharp ears and could hear a mosquito's buzzing. This only added fuel to the fire, making the others even more furious.

The argument quickly escalated into blatant threats.

"Old Wang! Let me tell you, our Southeast Military Region needs at least a hundred doses of this medicine! If you dare disagree, believe me, I'll confiscate the new drones your military region applied for this year!"

"You, surnamed Zhang! You dare! Those drones are the lifeblood of our army group! You dare touch them and see what happens? Believe me, I'll make sure your son-in-law, that deputy division commander, won't be promoted to full division commander until next year!"

"Stop arguing!"

Commander Wang was getting a headache from the noise. He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud bang, and forcibly suppressed all the noise.

He looked around, his tiger-like eyes already showing signs of impatience and bloodshot veins.

"Since neither of us can convince the other, let's stick to the old rules!"

He suddenly ripped open the collar of his military uniform, revealing his muscular, bronze-colored chest covered in scars.

"Anyone who disagrees, come out and have a go! Whoever has the harder fist gets more points! If the fuck loses, shut the hell up! You dare?!"

The meeting room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, a hint of hesitation on their faces.

Are they really going to take action?

On this Kunlun territory?

Although everyone here was a tough guy who crawled out of piles of corpses in his youth, he is now old and in a high position. If he were to act like a street thug and put on a full-blown fight here, it would be too outrageous if word got out.

But Commander Wang's posture didn't seem like he was joking; he looked like he was really ready to fight.

For a moment, the whole situation was at a standstill, with neither side able to move forward or backward.

More than an hour has passed.

In the meeting room, apart from the heavy breathing that rose and fell and the occasional argument that was instantly ignited by a suggestion, there was no further progress.

Five hundred vials of medicine were like a piece of fat meat surrounded by hungry wolves. Everyone wanted to take a bite, but no one dared to make the first move, for fear of being attacked by the group.

Everyone stared intently at the other, refusing to give an inch.

Just when this stalemate seemed destined to last forever.

"Creak—"

The heavy alloy door to the conference room was slowly pushed open from the outside.