Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Black Continent, the command center of the Universal Group.

On the huge holographic projection screen, a vast region stretching from Africa to Southeast Asia is displayed in real time.

A dozen or so points of light are moving at high speed across the map, heading east from the heart of Africa, across the Indian Ocean, and straight towards northern Myanmar.

Qin Feng sat in the command chair, with dozens of sub-screens in front of him displaying satellite images, flight data, team members' vital signs, and other information.

Qin Weidong stood behind him, ready to carry out orders at any time.

"Commander, the formation has entered Myanmar airspace, altitude 35,000 meters, speed Mach 3," an operator reported. "Myanmar radar systems have not detected any anomalies."

"Very good." Qin Feng nodded. "Proceed according to plan."

On the screen, the green dots representing the two "Kunpeng" transport planes began to decelerate and decrease altitude.

They swooped down from an altitude of 30,000 meters and opened their hatches when they were 5,000 meters above the ground.

"Falcon Squadron, prepare for airdrop." A calm voice came through the communication channel.

"Airdrop permitted," Qin Feng ordered.

The next second, 108 black dots leaped out of the transport plane, drawing graceful arcs in the night sky.

They use state-of-the-art wingsuit flying systems that can glide for tens of kilometers in the air and land precisely at a predetermined location.

Twelve F-22 modified fighter jets circled in higher airspace, ready to provide air support at any time.

Four Lancer-converted bombers were on standby at high altitude, their bomb bays filled with precision-guided bombs, enough to raze the entire Wabang region to the ground.

"Airdrop successful, all team members have landed safely," the communications channel reported. "Assembling is underway."

Qin Feng looked at the green dots on the screen that were spreading out and then quickly gathering again, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

These cyborg special forces are far more efficient and professional than any other special forces unit on Earth.

"We'll proceed in three groups as planned," Qin Feng ordered. "Group A will capture target Wu Tian, ​​Group B will rescue target Lin Xiaoyu, and Group C will eliminate the main force of the Wa Gang's combined army. Operation commence."

"receive!"

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A small town in northern Myanmar.

Wu Tian, ​​also known as "Little Eight from Northern Myanmar" in the live stream, was lying on a simple bed with two scantily clad young girls beside him.

The room was filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and some other indescribable odor.

"Damn it..." Wu Tian took a drag of his cigarette and cursed, "That Qin Feng, what's he acting all high and mighty for... 24/7... I'll just wait here and see what he can do to me..."

Despite saying that, his hands were trembling slightly.

Qin Feng's cold eyes left a deep impression on him during the live stream.

That look in his eyes... didn't seem like he was bluffing.

"Brother Ba, don't think so much," a girl snuggled up to him and said sweetly, "In northern Myanmar, no one can do anything. You have the Wa Bang United Army backing you up, what are you afraid of?"

"Exactly, exactly." Another girl chimed in, "Besides, Africa is thousands of kilometers away, and they can't possibly get their armored vehicles and helicopters over here..."

After being comforted by the two girls, Wu Tian felt much more at ease.

Yes, what kind of place is northern Myanmar? It's a no-man's-land!

The area is characterized by warlordism and numerous armed groups, making it difficult even for the Burmese government army to control.

How could a Chinese person from Africa, based in the African continent, extend his influence here?

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt; he had made a fool of himself in the live stream.

They should stand their ground in front of millions of viewers; that might even gain them more fans.

"Damn it, next time we connect, I'll definitely..." Wu Tian was uttering a harsh threat when he suddenly heard a few soft thuds coming from outside.

The sound was very faint, like something falling to the ground, or perhaps... the sound of a gun with a silencer?

"What's that sound?" Wu Tian sat up alertly.

"It's probably a rat..." one girl said dismissively.

"No..." Wu Tian had been living in northern Myanmar for many years and had an instinctive sense of danger.

He quickly pulled a pistol from under his pillow, jumped out of bed naked, walked to the door, and pressed his ear against it to listen.

It was completely silent outside. Too quiet, unnaturally quiet.

At this hour, his men should still be downstairs playing cards and drinking, so why is it so quiet?

Wu Tian's heart began to race. He slowly turned the doorknob, opened the door a crack, and looked out.

The corridor was deserted. In the dim light, only a few dark figures could be seen on the floor...

Wait, a shadowy figure?

Wu Tian looked closely and felt his blood run cold—it was his subordinate!

The three people lay sprawled in the corridor, their necks twisted at an abnormal angle, clearly broken.

"Damn it!" Wu Tian exclaimed, slamming the door shut and frantically trying to lock it.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden door was kicked open, and the entire door detached from the frame, crashing heavily to the ground.

Amidst the swirling dust, three dark figures rushed in like ghosts.

Wu Tian didn't even see the person's face clearly; he only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen—someone had kicked him in the stomach.

The force of that kick was astonishing. Wu Tian felt as if he had been hit by a car. He flew more than three meters away, crashed heavily into the wall, and then slid to the ground.

"Ugh..." He curled up in a ball, dry heaving painfully, feeling as if his intestines were twisted together, making it difficult to even breathe.

The two girls screamed, but were immediately covered up and knocked unconscious.

Wu Tian barely managed to lift his head, and through his blurry vision, he saw three people dressed in black combat uniforms and wearing full-face helmets.

Their equipment was extremely sophisticated; they carried high-quality firearms and were completely covered up, with only their eyes showing a faint blue light.

"Who...who are you..." Wu Tian asked with difficulty, "I want money...I have money...please don't kill me..."

A special forces soldier walked over and lifted him up with one hand, as easily as lifting a chick.

Another person took out a tablet, on which Wu Tian's photo and information were displayed.

"Target confirmed, Wu Tian, ​​nicknamed Xiao Ba," the man said in a cold, electronic voice.

"You...you're Qin Feng's men?" Wu Tian finally realized what was happening, his eyes filled with terror. "Impossible...how could it be so fast..."

"Take them away," the lead special forces soldier ordered.

Wu Tian tried to struggle, but was punched in the abdomen again.

This time he couldn't even make a sound and could only be dragged out like a dead dog.

As he walked down the corridor, he saw all six of his men lying on the ground, their deaths bizarre; they had all been killed instantly, without even a chance to fire.

Who are these people? Special forces? But where would you find such a powerful special forces unit?

Wu Tian was dragged downstairs and shoved into a black van. The van started and silently drove into the night.

The whole process took less than three minutes, was clean and efficient, and went unnoticed.