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

Chekhov grinned. "First time I've ever seen you not being such a coward."

Mario looked serious. "Are you kidding? Any missions could fail, but Boss said that the Deviant Corp needs these two guys. It's important! So stop joking and rush them over!"

Chekhov nodded in return. "Let me ask you, do you think the quality of the police cars from the M Nation is better, or the quality of our Land Rover?"

Mario was speechless. "Obviously the police car."

Yet Chekhov still drove the Land Rover straight toward the police van over there, knocking the police signs away, and slammed into the side of the police van head-on.

The spot they hit happened to be right where the interrogating officer was.

Two hundred horsepower upon impact.

Tragic Scene