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

The air in Leng Feng's dormitory was filled with a burning smell, like gunpowder about to explode.

Shi Sanba squatted on the ground, deftly stuffing heavy spare magazines into the slots of his tactical vest, humming an off-key tune that went around in circles, the melody of which was probably some kind of folk song from somewhere.

"Leng Feng, do you think the environment over there is good for people? If we guys stood there, wouldn't those self-proclaimed elites be so scared they'd wet their pants?"

Yu Fei ignored him, engrossed in playing with the combat dagger in his hand. The cold blade swirled between his fingertips, tracing silver rings. He didn't even lift his eyelids, coldly uttering a few words.

"Whether they'll urinate or not, we don't know, but they're definitely not going to survive. The division commander's mission was to destroy them, not to leave any survivors as specimens."

Shao Bing sat on the upper bunk, slowly and methodically wrapping his wristband with bandages. He was a late-stage Grandmaster, and his movements produced a subtle whooshing sound. With each exertion of force, the muscle lines on his arms undulated slightly like a coiled dragon.

"The suffering our ancestors endured, we, their generation, can finally reap some of the rewards." Shao Bing's voice was deep and steady, like a mountain, yet every word seemed chilling. "I've heard from the elders in my family that those days were unbearable for humans. Now it's our turn, this is what they call... a mighty dragon crossing the river."

Leng Feng stood by the window, his back to everyone. The Kunlun night outside was reflected in his pupils, and something burned in his deep eyes, almost frantically. He remembered the days in the African jungle, when he risked his life for his mission, for survival, with mercenaries. But that was different.

That time, it was about survival.

This time, it's for the "hatred" that has been buried in my heart for a hundred years.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Leng Feng suddenly turned around, and an invisible aura suddenly spread out. The air in the dormitory seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and Shi Sanba and the others were slowed down by half a beat.

"This is a top-secret operation. The division commander's meaning is very clear: we are not going there to show off our power, but to wipe out the entire family."

"Killing one isn't enough, demolishing one building isn't enough. What we want is for that entire area to disappear from the map completely."

In contrast, the atmosphere in the dormitory of Lone Wolf Group B in the original work was completely different.

Deng Zhenhua, this "ostrich," was facing the mirror, trying to straighten his hair, which had been flattened by the tactical hood, while muttering to himself.

"Medic, look at my aura, my style. When I get there tomorrow, I reckon those so-called special agents won't even have a chance to see my handsome face before they're dead."

Shi Dafan was stuffing bottles of specially made pills into his medical kit when he heard this. He didn't even look up, just curled his lip.

"Keep bragging. At your speed, you're not much faster than Li Erniu. What if they surround you and I, the medic, have to brave a hail of bullets to collect your body?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Zhenhua stiffened his neck like a fighting rooster, and his aura as a grandmaster surged so powerfully that it almost cracked the gleaming mirror opposite him.

"Who are you calling slow? I'm practicing the teleportation technique personally taught to me by my master! Teleportation, you know? It's the kind where you disappear in a flash!"

He was about to demonstrate it on the spot, but the dormitory space was too small. As soon as his figure blurred, there was a "thud" and his forehead hit the metal cabinet solidly.

"Ouch!"

Shi Dafan was overjoyed: "See that? You're the first one to teleport into a wall like that. I think you'd better just stick behind me."

Geng Jihui frowned deeply and snapped, "Enough! What time is it and you're still making noise?"

He looked around at Qiang Xiaowei, Zheng Sanpao, and Chen Guotao, his expression very serious.

"This time is different from before. That's their territory. Although we have overwhelming strength, we can't be careless. Especially that 'Pandora Project' that the division commander mentioned. Who knows what kind of evil stuff the Americans are hiding in there?"

Zheng Sanpao patted his chest armor, making a dull thud, and replied in a muffled voice.

"What's there to be afraid of! My skin is tougher than a tank's armor. Their scrap metal is like a tickle to me."

Chen Guotao pushed up his glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.

"In the past, our special operations focused on infiltration, sabotage, and then covert withdrawal. This time it's different." He paused, his tone tinged with excitement. "This time, we're talking about a physical salvation. Think about the family tree, brothers. If we pull this off, when we go back to pay respects to our ancestors, we'll be the most prestigious generation before them!"

These words seemed to give the group a shot of adrenaline, and they became more and more enthusiastic as they talked. Their energy, which was like an explosion of emotions that had been building up for half a lifetime, was so strong that it could practically lift the roof off.

Meanwhile, in the lounge next to the base command center, the four top officers were gathered together, creating a completely different scene.

Gao Dazhuang, a man whose face was usually as hard as iron, was grinning from ear to ear, his back teeth almost showing. He was holding an unopened compressed biscuit in his hand, and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. He looked like a two-hundred-pound fat man who had just found a gold ingot, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

Lei Kaihua wasn't much more composed either. He simply stood on the open ground, shook his arms, his joints cracking as he threw a series of feints into the air, each punch accompanied by a muffled sonic boom.

"A terrestrial immortal... using that level of power to deal with ordinary mortals. To be honest, Lao Gao, it feels like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. It's too unfair."

"Bullying me?" Gao Dazhuang laughed loudly, his voice making the cups on the coffee table vibrate. "What's wrong with swatting mosquitoes? If they're from that area, I wouldn't mind if you bombed me with a nuclear bomb!"

He slammed the biscuits on the table and slapped his thigh with delight.

"The division commander's move was fucking awesome! I've been leading troops for over twenty years, and I never imagined I'd have such a satisfying day!"

Liang Sanxi gripped the corner of the table, his gaze much more profound. Looking out the window, he slowly spoke, "This isn't just about us feeling good; it's about avenging the country. Look at the attitude from above—they're giving us free rein and backing us up. What does that mean? It means we've stood tall enough that we no longer need to hold back."

Jin Kailai, who had been sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, opened them at this moment, revealing a rare, somewhat simple and honest smile.

"I didn't think that much about it. I just felt that if I could tear down that shabby shrine this time, I could stand taller than anyone else when I went back to pay respects at my great-grandfather's grave."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense power.

"My great-grandfather died at the hands of the Japanese. Almost a hundred years later, his great-grandson can finally avenge this blood feud with his own hands."

The aura emanating from these four powerful beings, who were at the level of terrestrial immortals, made the guards standing outside the door feel breathless.

This excitement is not just simple agitation, but rather stems from confidence in absolute power.

There was no fear, no hesitation, only a sacred sense of mission to embark on the path of revenge.

They have waited for this day; the entire nation has waited far too long.

And now, the time has finally come.

As night deepened, the lights at the Kunlun base shone as brightly as day.

In every barracks, a similar scene was unfolding, stirring the same emotions.

This is a century-old grievance, and this is an inevitable trend.

Tomorrow, when these transformed dragons cross mountains and seas...

That foreign land will learn what it means to tremble in fear amidst the overwhelming wrath of the Dragon Kingdom.