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

The night in Nevada was as dark as ink.

Inside the command center of the Western Theater Command of the M Country Air Force, the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife, and every second felt suffocatingly long.

"Reporting, General! The target has entered the optimal range of our air defense missiles!"

"All F-22 fighter formations have completed the encirclement of the target in the designated airspace!"

"Give the order!"

One report after another, filled with barely suppressed excitement, echoed in the command hall.

Commander Marcus, the four gleaming gold stars on his shoulders, wore a cruel, hunter's sneer on his face. He stared at the massive radar screen, where the thirty-odd red dots representing Chinese transport planes were hurtling headlong into the heart of Area 51 in an utterly foolish straight trajectory. His gaze was filled with condescending disdain.

How did the Chinese manage to fly these pieces of junk over the US so quietly?

This question lingered in his mind for only a moment before he dismissed it.

The process is not important.

The important thing is that they came and plunged headlong into the death trap that the United States had carefully prepared for them, a trap woven from steel and flames.

Today, Marcus will use an unprecedented aerial fireworks display to declare to the world that any enemy who dares to challenge the sacred dignity of the United States will ultimately be torn to shreds!

"Fire!"

He coldly uttered two words, issuing the final attack command.

The moment the command was given, the entire Nevada desert seemed to be awakened.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Hundreds of anti-aircraft missile silos, hidden deep underground, simultaneously spewed out furious tongues of fire!

Hundreds of Patriot 3 and THAAD air defense missiles, trailing long, fiery white tails, transformed into the scythes of death, emitting piercing shrieks as they tore through the deep night sky and hurtled towards the Kunpeng transport plane formation high in the sky!

Meanwhile, in the higher, more distant night sky.

Hundreds of F-22 Raptor fighter jets, representing the strongest air superiority combat capability in human history, were launched simultaneously by their pilots.

Hundreds more AIM-120 advanced medium-range air-to-air missiles, like a swarm of killer bees emerging from a disturbed hive, formed an impenetrable fire net from all directions, frantically surrounding the thirty-odd transport planes that were already doomed on the radar!

The inescapable net was completely formed at this moment!

Inside the command center, all the M country officers wore confident smiles. On the enormous screen, hundreds of dotted lights representing missiles rapidly approached and converged with red dots representing enemy aircraft; a perfect massacre was about to unfold.

In their view, this disproportionate battle is over.

However, the next second.

On the radar screen, a bizarre scene appeared that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, huge holes appeared in the bellies of the thirty-odd transport planes.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of tiny black dots, as if scattered by a celestial maiden, leaped out from those holes!

"What are those?! Paratroopers?!"

"My God! What are they doing? Skydiving from this altitude? Without parachutes! Are they planning a mass suicide?!"

Inside the command center, an uncontrollable chorus of exclamations and uproar instantly erupted.

However, what followed was even more unbelievable and chilling.

The black dots that jumped out of the transport plane did not take any action in mid-air! They simply let their bodies fall straight down into the desert below at an alarming speed under the powerful force of gravity!

The missiles that had been locked onto the transport plane, having lost their primary, massive target, automatically activated their backup targeting programs. Like a swarm of sharks that had smelled blood, they changed course automatically and frantically chased after the rapidly falling black dots emitting faint biological heat!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of incredibly violent explosions resounded thousands of meters in the air!

The terrifying flames and shockwaves illuminated half the night sky as bright as day, making every single grain of sand in the desert visible in minute detail!

"Well done! To hell with them!"

After a brief moment of shock, thunderous cheers and whistles erupted in the command center.

In their view, those incredibly stupid Chinese paratroopers had been blown to bits by their expensive missiles.

General Marcus's smile grew even brighter, and he even picked up a cup of coffee and gave it a disdainful nod to the screen.

However, as the smoke and flames from the explosion gradually dissipated...

On the radar screen, the number of black dots representing life signals remained exactly the same after a round of frantic refreshing!

They... passed through the deadly fire net constructed by hundreds of top-of-the-line missiles unscathed!

"This...this is impossible!"

General Marcus's smile froze instantly. The coffee cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor with a crisp sound, but no one paid any attention.

He stared incredulously at the unbelievable scene on the screen, his mind completely blank.

What's going on? Is it a hallucination?

Or is it that the Chinese have mastered some kind of advanced technology that can evade missile attacks?

Just when he was filled with doubt and his worldview was being greatly impacted.

Those black dots had descended to a low altitude of only a few hundred meters above the ground.

Then, they moved.

The screen's energy monitoring module instantly emitted a piercing red alarm!

Each black dot was emanating an unprecedentedly powerful energy fluctuation!

Their terrifying descent speed decreased dramatically in an instant!

Their bodies seemed to be held up in the air by an invisible hand, gliding smoothly and gracefully toward the ground in a manner that completely defied all of Newton's laws!

They were like three thousand ghosts from hell.

They landed silently in the vast desert on the outskirts of Area 51.

It landed silently, without even leaving a clear footprint on the soft sand.

Three thousand black figures swiftly assembled in the shadows of the desert, their movements perfectly synchronized and without a single superfluous sound.

They were like a legion of death crawling out of the deepest hell.

They waited quietly for their king to deliver the final judgment.

Inside the command center, there was a deathly silence.

All the officers of the M country stared blankly at the three thousand ghostly figures on the screen, feeling as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their throats, making even breathing a luxury.

They finally realized, belatedly, what kind of terrifying being they had provoked.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, the thirty-odd Kunpeng transport planes that had completed their airdrop mission witnessed an even more bizarre scene unfold before the horrified eyes of all the pilots from Country M.

On the fuselage, the previously dim array of mysterious runes once again shone with brilliant light.

The massive fuselage, suspended in the air, resembled an ink droplet dissolving in water, slowly fading and distorting until it completely disappeared from all radar and visual observation.

They come without a trace and go without a trace.

It was as if it had never existed.

All that remained were the hundreds of ace pilots sitting in the cockpits of their F-22s, hovering in the air, bewildered, and the one-sided massacre that was about to unfold in the desert below.

In the desert.

Three thousand Kunlun warriors stood in neat rows, motionless as mountains.

Ahead of them, Su Chen's figure stood as majestic as a mountain.

He gazed into the distance at Area 51, brightly lit and futuristic in the night, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He turned around, looked into the three thousand pairs of eyes burning with fanatical flames, and gave the final battle plan.

"Gao Dazhuang, Lei Kaihua!"

"arrive!"

"You will lead 1,500 men to launch a main attack on the eastern side of Area 51, at the 'Pandora' Project base!"

"There, three thousand 'second-generation tyrants' await you."

"I want you to use your fists and your knives to dismantle those so-called 'perfect killing machines' into pieces, one by one!"

"Let the people of America see for themselves what true power really is!"

"Yes!" Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua roared in unison, their eyes flashing with bloodlust.

"Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai!"

"arrive!"

"You will lead 1,500 men to clear out all military bases and fortifications surrounding Area 51!"

"Tear apart all their resistance with the utmost ferocity, clearing all obstacles for our retreat!"

"We guarantee to complete the mission!" The two bowed and accepted the order, exuding an aura as heavy as a mountain.

"The rest of the people,"

Su Chen's gaze fell on Du Feifei, Long Xiaoyun, Leng Feng, He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and the more than two hundred core elites.

"Follow me."

"Let's go and meet that so-called 'Doomsday'."

"I want to see just how good this 'god-slaying weapon' that the American guys have created with all their national power really is."

A cold smile curved his lips.

"Operation begins!"

At a command.

The three armies, like three arrows released from a bow, drew three deadly paths in the desert night.

They launched their final assault on that forbidden land, a symbol of the pinnacle of American technology!