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

The piercing scream that tore through the sky was like a red-hot iron rod, stabbing fiercely into everyone's eardrums.

An aura of destruction swept over us.

"missile!"

A former member of the air defense force let out a hoarse roar, driven by instinct.

Above the sky, six long trails of flame ripped through the night, like six deadly dragons that had broken free from the abyss of hell, drawing precise and deadly parabolas in the air and locking down the neighborhood they were in.

That's too fast.

So fast that one second it was a distant dot of light, and the next it was flying overhead, the cold metal shell of the warhead clearly visible.

"Holy crap! If you can't handle this, then flip the table!"

Lei Kaihua let out a strange cry and reacted with extreme speed. He grabbed the stunned Academician Chen Jing beside him, along with several researchers behind him, and roughly shoved them into a corner of a load-bearing wall like an eagle snatching chicks.

hum!

A solid golden light shield instantly lit up, protecting the scientists.

At the same time, Gao Dazhuang, Liang Sanxi and others also changed their expressions.

They are fearless of bullets and can even dismantle tanks, but this heavy weapon, specifically designed to destroy cities and military bases, is a completely different concept.

The Kunlun team members all knew that while the "Golden Bell Cover" could withstand the shockwave of the explosion and the scattered fragments, it absolutely could not withstand the thousands of degrees of heat in the core area of ​​the explosion, which was enough to melt steel!

That's not a matter of internal energy defense; it's a pure crushing force of physical laws!

In the corner, Academician Chen Jing and his team members looked ashen-faced.

A young researcher stared at the six ever-growing fiery spots in the sky, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself, "It's over... the data model is wrong, everything is wrong..."

This is war.

Absolute destruction without any rhyme or reason.

……

A dozen kilometers away, the rebels' rear command post.

A one-eyed man with a face full of scars was leisurely wiping a brand-new high-powered telescope with a piece of silk. He was Bachmann, the leader of the "Black Sand Brigade".

"General, the front lines... have been completely wiped out." A cunning strategist reported cautiously, his voice trembling.

Bachman paused in his wiping motion, raised his single eye, and looked at it with no anger, only a coldness that came from being offended by a lower being.

A reinforced company of soldiers, equipped with tanks and heavy machine guns, was wiped out in three minutes by a hundred or so men with their bare hands? They didn't even scratch the enemy?

This is simply humiliating to him.

"General, we've launched six Hellfire tactical missiles simultaneously, a full-scale strike," the strategist quickly added. "Even if they are gods, they'll be vaporized on this land!"

"Um."

Bachmann's response was indifferent; he raised his binoculars again and aimed them at the target area.

In his single eye, six rapidly falling fire points were reflected, flashing with a cruel and perverse light.

He could already picture the spectacular scene of that neighborhood turning into a sea of ​​fire, and the image of those Chinese soldiers who had disgraced him, along with that priceless scientist, being blown to smithereens.

"Notify the Al Jazeera reporter that they can prepare to publish their report," Bachman instructed the guard beside him, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing a football match.

"I've already thought of a title—'The Arrogance and Demise of the Chinese Special Forces'."

This will be the perfect start for Bachmann, from a local warlord to the world stage!

……

Amanda, West End.

The shadow of death has completely loomed over everyone.

The piercing whistling of the falling missile was so loud that it could rupture the eardrums of ordinary people.

All the Kunlun team members instinctively activated the "Golden Bell Shield" technique to its fullest extent, and layers of golden light shone on their bodies, converging into a golden ocean, preparing to face the almost irresistible destruction.

But they all knew in their hearts that it might all be in vain.

At this critical and desperate moment.

A calm voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"Don't move, stand behind me."

It's Su Chen!

From the moment the missiles appeared until now, he has remained standing still, as if those six death gods that fell from the sky were nothing more than a few annoying flying insects.

Only then did he slowly raise his head.

In those deep eyes, there was no solemnity, no panic, only a faint hint of displeasure, as if the tranquility had been disturbed.

These two words, like a stabilizing force, instantly calmed the restless hearts of all the Kunlun team members.

Without any hesitation, driven entirely by instinct and trust ingrained in their very bones, they quickly shrank their formation, gathering behind Su Chen like rivers flowing into the sea.

Gao Dazhuang roared and his massive body stood in front, like a mountain, trying to block even the slightest impact for his captain.

The capital city, the highest operational command center.

When all the generals saw through satellites and battlefield recorders that the six missiles were about to hit the ground, the atmosphere in the entire command room froze to freezing point.

"Damn it! How dare they!" General Lin slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Air Force! I order your planes to fight at all costs..." the Navy commander roared into the communicator, but he knew it was pointless.

"It's too late..." The general in charge of equipment development slumped back in his chair, his eyes filled with regret. "'Hellfire,' its terminal speed exceeds Mach 1.5. At this distance, no air defense system can stop it. Our most elite seed, our future hope..."

Su Hongjun's body was trembling slightly, and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists under the table. He stared intently at the screen, at his grandson who stood ramrod straight even in the shadow of missiles, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Only the big boss, though his expression was extremely solemn, did not issue any orders.

His gaze was fixed on the figure in the center of the screen.

He wanted to witness firsthand whether this young man, who had single-handedly created the Kunlun myth, could continue to create a legend when faced with the true destructive power of modern warfare.

"The assessment should be coming to an end soon."

Just one second before the missile was about to hit the ground and explode.

Su Chen moved.

He simply took a step forward.

Then, he raised his right hand.

Such a simple action triggered some ineffable law of the universe.

An extreme chill, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, swept through the entire block from him in an instant!

The temperature plummeted!

The thin water vapor in the air condensed instantly, turning into billions of ice crystals, turning everyone's breath into white mist.

The shrieking sound emitted by the six high-speed falling missiles suddenly became strangely distorted and slowed down, as if they had sunk into some kind of unseen quagmire!

In the utter silence, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Su Chen raised his right hand, his skin turning as pale as jade, and jet-black lines appeared on the back of his hand, like black lightning frozen for millennia.

He looked at the six metal lumps that seemed to be in slow motion and spoke calmly.

"Can't afford to play?"

After he finished speaking, he completed the second half of the sentence.

"Then let's not play."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and flicked it lightly towards the sky.

Ding.

A soft sound, like jade beads falling onto a plate, crisp and clear, yet carrying an absolute will that freezes everything.

In the sky, the flames at the tails of the six missiles that were about to detonate were extinguished instantly.

A layer of black frost, visible to the naked eye, spread wildly at a speed that defies the laws of physics!