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

    Zhang Xiu was also busy killing people and was a little overwhelmed. He said to blue tooth in his ear,""Call me brother Xiu."


  Chekhov: "do you believe I can blow your head off in a crowd?"


  "I'm serious," Chekhov said through gritted teeth.


  "Then call me brother Xiu seriously."


  Mali breathlessly called out,""Little brother Xiu, if you don't come over, I'll go to your room tonight."


  Then, Zhang Xiu threw four or five sealed special glass jars to Chekhov and Zakum.


  Chekhov picked one up and frowned.""What the hell is this?"


  "I invented a poison gas bottle. As long as you throw it with a little force, it will explode on the ground. The design of the bottle is very eye-catching. Whether it's night or day, you can see it at a glance. This way, it can stimulate the enemy to hit 100%. I'm just afraid that they won't fight. You try one."


This time, he was really stimulated