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

Academician Chen Jing felt that his brain, a sophisticated world built from countless formulas and physical laws, was collapsing violently in an unprecedented way.

He watched helplessly as a 7.62mm rifle bullet, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, struck the young soldier in front of him on the forehead.

There was no bloodshed, not even a single wound.

The high-speed spinning warhead seemed to have collided with an invisible mountain made of the world's hardest material. With a piercing "clang," it was instantly squeezed and deformed into a harmless iron disc, which then fell limply to the ground.

The young soldier, Lei Kaihua, merely shook his head slightly, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

He stretched out his finger and touched the spot on his forehead where he had just been hit, seemingly without feeling any pain or itching. Then he blew away non-existent dust from his fingertip, grinned, and revealed a set of dazzlingly white teeth.

"Oh dear, these monkeys' marksmanship is really terrible."

This scene was transmitted in real time to Xishan, Beijing, thousands of miles away, through the battlefield recorder he wore on his chest, in the clearest first-person perspective.

"..."

Inside the highest command center, there was a deathly silence.

The general in charge of the development of equipment for the entire army subconsciously picked up his teacup, but because his hand was shaking so badly, the scalding tea spilled all over him, but he was completely unaware.

He just stared intently at the slow-motion close-up of the warhead deforming on the screen, his lips trembling as he muttered to himself.

"What... what level of alloy material is this? No... no, that's flesh and blood... Damn it, this isn't scientific!"

"Good heavens..." The naval commander took off his military cap, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt like a lowly soldier on his first voyage who had encountered a legendary sea monster.

General Su Hongjun stood ramrod straight. He looked at the flamboyant Lei Kaihua on the screen, then at the group of old comrades beside him who had lost their composure, and a surge of indescribable arrogance welled up in his heart.

These are the soldiers my grandson trained!

At the scene, a young assistant researcher next to Academician Chen Jing fainted from fright after witnessing Lei Kaihua's inhuman behavior.

Academician Chen Jing truly lived up to his reputation as a towering figure. He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart, leaned against the wall, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Who...who are you people?"

"Reporting to Academician Chen!" Lei Kaihua dropped his joking demeanor, stood at attention, saluted, and said in a loud voice, "We are the Kunlun Special Operations Team of the People's Liberation Army of China! We have been ordered to rescue you!"

The voice just fell.

Boom!!!

The entire building shook violently, as if it had been struck by a prehistoric beast.

It's the battle outside.

Lei Kaihua gestured to the two team members behind him: "Protect the academicians and the others, I'm going to deal with the flies at the door!"

He rushed to the window in one stride, and without even looking, jumped straight from the seventh floor!

"Ah!" A female researcher in Academician Chen Jing's team screamed in terror.

But what happened next completely shut down their cognitive system once again.

Lei Kaihua's body drew a strange arc in the air, his feet lightly touching the rough wall of the opposite building a few times, like a dragonfly skimming the water. The momentum of his fall was instantly neutralized, and he landed silently on the street below like a weightless leaf.

On the streets, a one-sided massacre is unfolding.

Gao Dazhuang is practically a demon god who crawled out of hell.

He ignored all the bullets fired at him, his massive body charging wildly.

A rebel soldier hid behind a pickup truck and opened fire wildly with an AK47. The bullets hit Gao Dazhuang, sending sparks flying, but they couldn't even graze his skin.

A ferocious smile appeared on Gao Dazhuang's face. He stomped his foot on the ground and shot out like a cannonball.

boom!

The pickup truck, along with the rebels hiding behind it, was slammed into by his shoulder and sent flying more than ten meters, tumbling through the air and turning into a pile of twisted scrap metal.

He didn't even bother to use his fists; he simply swung his arm casually, and from several meters away, an invisible force blasted a rebel soldier into the air, sending blood mist flying everywhere.

Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai were like two killing gods, one on the left and one on the right, working together seamlessly.

Liang Sanxi's playing style is steady and ruthless. He calculates every move with extreme precision and always appears in the most crucial position.

With a single, seemingly effortless strike, he shattered a concrete wall along with the enemy behind it.

Jin Kailai's movements were even more unpredictable. He was like a ghost dancing on the battlefield, his figure flashing left and right, each flash accompanied by the fall of a rebel soldier.

The military dagger in his hand, enhanced by his internal energy, became sharper than a laser cutter, cutting through human bones and tank armor with ease, as if slicing tofu.

"No! Don't come any closer! You're a devil! A devil!"

A rebel leader watched as his men were slaughtered in a way he couldn't comprehend, and his mental defenses completely collapsed.

He roared and pulled a large-caliber Desert Eagle from his waist, aiming it at the tall, strong man who was wreaking havoc.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a specially made Magnum bullet, carrying a spiraling force, shot towards Gao Dazhuang's heart.

Gao Dazhuang didn't even glance at him.

clang!

The bullet struck his chest with a loud clang, then bounced off weakly.

Gao Dazhuang then turned his head and grinned.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The rebel leader only felt a blur before his eyes, and a fist the size of a clay pot had already filled his entire field of vision.

And then, that was the end of it.

The entire battle in the block, from start to finish, lasted no more than three minutes.

When Su Chen calmly walked into this street that had been baptized by blood and fire, nearly two hundred Kunlun team members had already finished cleaning up the battlefield.

All the rebels were reduced to mutilated corpses.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

Gao Dazhuang and the others stood in the center of the corpses, their chests rising and falling slightly, their eyes flashing with barely suppressed excitement and fervor after the battle.

Inside the Beijing Command Center.

"Gulp."

Someone made a sound of swallowing hard again.

All the generals were like old country folk watching a 3D movie for the first time, their bodies stiff, mouths slightly open, unable to utter a single word.

What did they see?

They saw a humanoid creature smash a car with its body.

They saw that the bullets, when hitting flesh and blood, had no effect other than creating sparks.

They saw that a punch from a distance could turn a living person into a shower of blood.

They even witnessed a T-54 tank attempting to turn its gun around at the end of the battle, only to be leaped onto by Jin Kailai, who used a small dagger to slice off the heavy turret!

"This...this is...Kunlun?" The general from the Equipment Department spoke in a dry voice, like a rusty gear turning.

His prized new armor, developed with countless hours of effort and money, proved as fragile as paper in the face of these "humanoid monsters."

"I take back what I just said," the naval commander muttered. "Putting them on an aircraft carrier isn't a threat, it's a disaster! A catastrophe capable of completely paralyzing any carrier strike group within five minutes... an apocalyptic catastrophe!"

Su Hongjun took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He forcibly suppressed the overwhelming joy and pride that almost made him want to roar to the heavens, but still maintained a calm and indifferent expression on his face, glancing at everyone indifferently.

The meaning was clear: Sit down, it's standard procedure, don't make a fuss, it'll damage my grandson's image.

Just then, Lei Kaihua, along with Academician Chen Jing and others, came out of the residential building.

When Academician Chen Jing saw the horrific scene on the street, resembling a hellish landscape, and those "heavenly soldiers and generals" standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet whose clothes were barely soiled, his legs went weak. Had Lei Kaihua not caught him in time, he would have collapsed to the ground.

"Evacuate."

Su Chen's voice pulled everyone back to reality from their shock.

However, he had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, a sharp, tearing sound came from the distant horizon!

Several streaks of fire, trailing long flames, shot into the sky from the direction of the rebels' rear positions, drawing a deadly arc in the air, and hurtling precisely toward the block where they were located!