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

Looking at Miao Zhiyuan's face, which was practically screaming "Praise me!", Su Chen simply smiled.

"For a regular reconnaissance soldier, this level is quite good."

This assessment sounds like an affirmation, but upon closer examination, the condescending and scrutinizing tone is unmistakable.

Not bad, just not bad.

They're even stingy with the word "excellent."

Miao Zhiyuan's smile froze instantly; he understood the subtext in Su Chen's words. If any other leader in the military region had dared to speak of him, the Night Tiger's King of Soldiers, in such a way, Miao Zhiyuan would have already jumped up and cursed.

But when these words came out of Su Chen's mouth, he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

He knew all too well that his vision was on a completely different level from that of the former captain.

What you see as a precious gem may, on that cloud-topped peak called "Kunlun," truly be just a rough diamond of decent quality that needs to be hammered and polished.

Su Chen stopped looking at Miao Zhiyuan and turned his gaze to Gao Dazhuang with great interest.

"Old Gao, what do you think of this kid? If he's really not up to it, how about we bring him into Kunlun and train him as a greenhorn? Is he good enough?"

He was naturally referring to Zhuang Yan, who had just finished shooting and was still sulking with a defiant look on his face.

Upon hearing this, Gao Dazhuang's deep eyes swept over Zhuang Yan from head to toe. The oppressive pressure emanating from him made Zhuang Yan feel as if he were being stared at by a giant bear just awakening from hibernation. His hair stood on end, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Immediately, Gao Dazhuang spoke in a muffled voice, not loud, but like a hammer, each word striking the hearts of everyone on the training ground.

"Brigade Commander, you set the rules yourself."

"In Kunlun, we only rely on strength; we don't tolerate backdoors."

The moment the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

awkward.

An incredibly awkward situation.

Miao Zhiyuan's face turned ashen, a purplish-black hue. "What do you mean by 'getting in through connections'? How come my Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company's top soldier is considered to have gotten in through connections in your mouth?"

Gao Dazhuang's words were not only a slap in the face to Zhuang Yan, but also a double slap, making Zhuang Yan, the company commander, look bad as well.

Zhuang Yan, at the center of the storm, almost exploded on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath.

Who is Zhuang Yan?

From childhood to adulthood, wherever he was, he was always the most eye-catching prodigy in the crowd. After joining the army, he experienced some setbacks in basic training, but with his indomitable spirit and outstanding skills, he quickly became a top performer in the Night Tiger unit, attracting everyone's attention.

He has his pride!

But now, this guy, who looks like a big, clumsy, and burly man, like an iron tower, actually said in front of the whole company that he wasn't qualified? That he was a relative?

Who the hell could tolerate this?!

A surge of anger shot straight to the top of his head. Zhuang Yan disregarded all hierarchical discipline, stiffened his neck, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth at a volume that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Tch, who cares..."

"What's so great about it?"

That mutter, like a red-hot steel needle, instantly pierced the delicate and tense atmosphere of the scene.

All the Night Tiger soldiers subconsciously held their breath, their eyes downcast, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This kid's gone mad! He's absolutely insane!

How dare he openly defy so many superiors? Or even defy the subordinate of that powerful figure?

Regiment Commander Zhang Haifeng was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He was about to open his mouth and reprimand him sternly, but Su Chen's indifferent gaze stopped him.

Su Chen's face remained calm and composed, as if he didn't take Zhuang Yan's little provocation to heart at all.

He turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan, his voice calm and without a trace of emotion.

"Soldier, what did you just say? It's windy, I didn't hear you clearly."

When Zhuang Yan was looked at like that, his heart skipped a beat, and the anger he had just felt was instantly extinguished by a strange chill.

For some reason, he felt that this excessively young major general was more terrifying than their regimental commander, even more terrifying than Miao Lian, who drilled them every day. It was a kind of pressure that emanated from his very bones, making him instinctively want to back down.

But his untamed spirit wouldn't allow him to back down so easily.

If he backs down today, how will Zhuang Yan ever be able to hold his head high in Night Tiger again?

He gritted his teeth, deciding to go all out. He suddenly raised his head, met Su Chen's gaze, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Reporting, sir! I said, it's nothing!"

After shouting that, as if afraid others would think he was scared, he mustered up the greatest courage he had ever had and added another sentence with his neck stiff.

"What I mean is... we Night Tigers have already shown our skills, and we'd like to ask the commanders to demonstrate their abilities so that we, the soldiers who have never seen anything like it, can broaden our horizons and see clearly what's so great about your Kunlun Brigade!"

boom!

These words were like a depth charge, causing a stir in everyone's hearts.

Miao Zhiyuan was so angry that his vision blurred and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He rushed forward and raised his foot to kick Zhuang Yan in the buttocks.

"Zhuang Yan! What the hell are you spouting?! Get the hell back here!"

"Old Miao."

Su Chen spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but it froze Miao Zhiyuan in mid-air.

Miao Zhiyuan's leg was still raised as he looked at Su Chen with an anxious expression: "Captain, this kid..."

"It's nothing." Su Chen waved his hand, his smile widening. "I think this young comrade makes a lot of sense."

He turned his head and looked at Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement, as if he were enjoying the spectacle.

"Look, they've specifically asked for my name. I want to see what's so special about it."

"Which of you two will do it?"

Lei Kaihua chuckled to himself, nudged Gao Dazhuang with his elbow, and winked, looking like he was watching a good show.

"I'll do it."

Gao Dazhuang responded in a deep, muffled voice and took a step forward.

His imposing figure, like a moving mountain, made the group of Night Tiger scouts opposite him, who were still somewhat unconvinced, feel suffocated just by standing there.

He glanced around, a simple, honest smile spreading across his face.

"I hope you won't be scared in a moment."

He then turned to look at his old comrade-in-arms, Miao Zhiyuan.

"Old Miao, you take a good look too."

"Look at all these years, how much have I, your comrade-in-arms, actually improved!"

After saying that, Gao Dazhuang didn't waste any more words. He simply took out the standard Type 92 pistol from the holster on his waist and slowly drew it out.

Click.

The sound of a bullet being chambered was frighteningly crisp in the training ground where you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were fixed on Gao Dazhuang and the gun in his hand.

They all wanted to see what astonishing skills this battalion commander of the Kunlun Brigade would demonstrate.

Is it incredible marksmanship? Or something else entirely?

Even Zhuang Yan, the instigator, subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes filled with vigilance and provocation.

However, the next second.

Gao Dazhuang made a move that made everyone's eyes almost pop out.

He slowly raised his right hand, which was holding the gun, and, under the watchful eyes of countless horrified people, steadily and without trembling, aimed the dark muzzle of the gun at them...

My own temples!