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

After hanging up the phone, Caesar quickly packed his passport, ID, and cash.

His apprentice Richie asked, "It's the FBI that's caught onto us, do you think we'll be able to get away from here, Master?"

"I don't know, but we'll try to stall as much time as we can," Caesar replied.

"Do you trust that Boss can save us?" Richie asked as he was packing his things.

"There's nothing we can do even if we don't believe it. We've done crazy things, if it comes to a point that he can't bail us out, we'll exchange the information with other countries to get protection."

A Land Rover roared down the highway.

Chekhov was using his ultrasonic ability to accurately measure the spacings between cars as he raced down the highway at over 200 MPH. Every time a car came close, his ability would alarm him, and he could then avoid them like how bats never hit obstacles as they flew, even in the dark.

Maybe Things Won’t Turn Out Too Hopeless