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

When more than 300 brand-new F-22, F-35 and other top-of-the-line fighter jets from the United States were displayed like trophies, densely packed on the deck of the "Donghai Longwang" aircraft carrier, the entire North Sea Fleet was in an uproar.

Those "legendary" equipment that they could only see in military magazines and intelligence briefings, and even dream of touching, were now vividly and tangibly right in front of them.

A group of naval aviators, no longer caring about the navy's restraint and discipline, pounced on the bone like wolf cubs that hadn't eaten for three days.

"My God! It really is the 'Raptor'! That stealth coating, that aerodynamic design, it's a million times more impressive than it looks in the photos!"

A young pilot, his hands trembling, carefully stroked the cold fuselage of the F-22. His expression was more excited than when he saw his first love; his eyes were practically glued to the fuselage.

"Look over here! 'Fat Lightning'! It's a vertical takeoff and landing F-35B! If this thing could be equipped on our amphibious assault ships, the combat power would be... wow..."

Another veteran pilot circled an F-35B, exclaiming in amazement, his mouth practically watering.

They were like a bunch of mice that had entered a rice granary, tapping here and looking there, their faces flushed with excitement.

The more than 1,000 captured M country technicians and pilots, like a flock of plucked quails, squatted dejectedly in the corner of the deck, not daring to even breathe under the cold gaze of the Kunlun warriors.

Their eyes were filled with fear, confusion, and a blank stare that came from a worldview that had been completely overturned. It wasn't because of pain or humiliation, but because they had spent the entire night trying to come up with any logical explanation. Yesterday, they were the pilots of the world's most powerful fighter jets, standing at the top of the food chain. Today, they had become part of the spoils of war, neatly lifted down from the sky by that golden hand.

An American pilot looked up at his F-22 parked ten meters away, then looked down again. His eyes were empty, devoid of anything.

The admiral strode up to Su Chen, his face still brimming with excitement.

He looked at the excessively young man in front of him, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

"Commander Su, on behalf of all officers and soldiers of the North Sea Fleet, I extend my highest respect to you and to the heroes of the Kunlun Division!"

He saluted Su Chen again.

"You have made unparalleled contributions to the country and the nation!"

Su Chen calmly returned the salute. His gaze swept over the excited naval pilots and the dejected prisoners, and he said indifferently, "These planes and these prisoners are yours to handle."

"Make those American people tell you everything they know, without holding back."

"I believe our researchers would be happy to have some 'in-depth' exchanges with them."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!" The admiral's voice was firm and powerful.

He turned around and looked at the densely packed fighter jets, silently shining in the slanting rays of the setting sun. Something was churning in his chest. He had been in the army for thirty years and had seen the most difficult times for the Chinese army—outdated equipment, tight budgets, and barely holding on. He had also seen the Chinese army gradually narrow the gap, but he had never imagined that catching up could be done in this way.

Looking at these advanced fighter jets, he knew what these aircraft and the technicians meant to China's aviation industry.

That would be an unprecedented technological leap forward!

This is enough to allow China's air force to catch up with or even surpass that of the United States in just a few years!

All of this was won back for the Dragon Kingdom by this man and his troops overnight!

……

When the North Sea Fleet, escorting the soldiers of the Kunlun Division and the aircraft carrier laden with glorious victories, returned to the Dalian military base in a grand procession.

The whole world is in complete chaos.

Country M, the White House.

The president and his cabinet members have been holding an emergency meeting for more than twelve hours.

The meeting room was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Exhaustion and fear were etched on everyone's face.

The complete annihilation of the Hirasawa base and the US forces stationed in Japan was like a resounding slap in the face of the United States, shattering their pride and dignity as a world superpower.

What terrifies them even more is that they still haven't figured out how the enemy managed to do it.

There was no declaration of war, no warning.

They didn't even leave any clues that could be traced.

It was as if God himself had intervened and brought down divine punishment.

"Mr. President, we must respond!" a hawkish general slammed his fist on the table and roared, "We must make the Dragon Nation pay for their actions!"

"A response? What can we possibly give in response?" The Secretary of State slumped back in his chair, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Our carrier strike groups are nothing but vulnerable toys in their eyes. Our fifth-generation fighter jets have become their spoils of war."

"Are we really going to have to fight a...nuclear war with them?"

Nuclear war...

These three words were like a curse, instantly plunging the entire conference room into a deathly silence.

Everyone fell silent.

They knew that once that button was pressed, it would be the end of humanity.

They were even more uncertain whether nuclear weapons could truly defeat those Eastern warriors who were like gods and demons.

……

Meanwhile, at the distant Kunlun base, Miao Zhiyuan was nervously staring at the screen in front of him.

On the screen, breaking news reports from major news media around the world are playing in real time.

"According to the latest news from this station, the two major military hubs of the United States in East Asia, Pyeongtaek Naval Base and Kadena Air Base, were simultaneously attacked and destroyed by unidentified armed forces last night, resulting in the annihilation of tens of thousands of troops stationed there..."

"A massive explosion occurred last night in Tokyo, the capital of Japan, leveling the landmark Yasukuni Shrine. The USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group has mysteriously disappeared in Tokyo Bay..."

"The White House in the United States has held an emergency meeting for over twelve hours, but has yet to issue any official statement on the incident. Global financial markets have experienced severe turmoil as a result..."

Miao Zhiyuan looked at these reports and a pleased smile appeared on his face.

He knew that his division commander's plan had succeeded.

The Kunlun Army, in the most direct and violent way, announced to the world the powerful rise of the Dragon Kingdom.

And this is just the beginning.

When the head of the Dalian base reported the reactions from various countries around the world to Su Chen.

Su Chen simply nodded calmly.

Everything was exactly as he had expected.

He looked at the Kunlun warriors cheering for their victory, and his voice rang out again.

"All combat personnel, board the aircraft."

"We're going back to Kunlun."

"Take a month off."

"Then, prepare for our final expedition."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the vast sky and land on the distant other side of the Pacific Ocean.

That land, which calls itself the "City on the Mountain Top".

There, one last target awaits them.

Zone 5I.

Project Pandora.

This time, he will uproot the last and deepest fear in the United States!