In a military base in Nanyang.
A military helicopter descended from the sky, equipped with machine guns and missiles—true instruments of destruction!
Then, a middle-aged man of Chinese descent, clad in military garb with yellow skin, black hair, and black pupils, stepped out, eyes full of rage. Incredibly, he directly drew his pistol and aimed at a military target not far away.
BANG! BANG! BANG!!
He fired repeatedly, hitting the target every time, not a single miss, with ninety percent hitting the bullseye.
"Damn it! AAH!!" The middle-aged officer roared, flinging the pistol to the ground, and shouted, "I'm going to China! I'm going to kill this Qin Xuantian to avenge my father!!"
"General! General, calm down." A female officer hurried over, grabbed his hand, and said, "This Qin Xuantian is like an Immortal; we're no match for him! Unless we could mobilize helicopters and heavy weaponry, but that's impossible. That's China!"
