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

Liu Wenbin was blindfolded and taken into a closed room.

After they took off his head cover, he saw several interrogators looking at him with a serious expression across the dimly lit room.

"We only check on our own people," they said. "I hope you'll cooperate."

"Cooperate with what?" Liu Wenbin did not understand. "What law did I break? The ones who arrested me just now are the Flying Tiger unit, right? I was also from there before, we are brothers. Is there a misunderstanding? I am Liu Wenbin, Bureau Director Liu Wenbin."

"You don't have to tell us, we all know who you are and I'll tell you that your position will not help you in any way. All you have to do now is to cooperate with us."

"Half an hour ago at 20:08, you logged in with your account in the public security system, right? Is this your personal operation?"

The poor and pitiful Liu Wenbin