Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

Mario was sitting behind the gate feeling a bit sleepy as he muttered, "What a bunch of softies they are. There's only a few of us at the top of this hill, and they're coming up so carefully. I've been waiting for them for so long that I feel itchy."

He looked to Chekhov and asked, "You fired 48 shots, so how many men did you take out?"

Chekhov kept on speaking as he said, "I'm not as powerful as Boss; my accuracy and prediction is not professional enough. 41 died, so over 80 percent."

Mario was distraught, "So there are 100 people left? You have to save some for me."

Li Wei's Ultimate Lightning Tactic