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

In fact, while Benjamin was heading back, Xu Cheng was already preparing for a massacre.

He went invisible, climbed up above a tank cover, and knocked on it with a rhythm.

The soldier inside driving the tank thought it was some bird above, but it wasn't long before there was another sound of someone tapping.

He picked up the microphone and asked, "No.5, do you see anyone above my tank? Who the f*ck is playing a prank? It's not funny at all in the middle of the night."

No. 5 was another tank on patrol, and from the view of its crew, it was clear that there was no one above tank No. 1.

He picked up the interphone and replied to No.1, "All clear, I don't see anyone."

That was when the knocking sounded again.

"No. 5, I told you and Mir Khan to not f*cking play with me. I'll open up the cover, drag him in, and give him a beating."

Fear