At the Peak of One's Power

At Jinsa Air Force Base, MiG-29 already in service with the Air Force are ready to take off.

In the distance, surrounded by soldiers, Zhang Yang strode in with an imposing presence.

"Mr. Zhang, here's your anti-G suit." The officers at the air force base quickly presented him with a custom-made anti-G suit.

"Hmm." Zhang Yang simply opened his arms, and someone helped him put on the anti-G suit.

Logically speaking, given his current physical strength, it wouldn't matter if he didn't wear an anti-G suit. However, since he is a pilot, he still needs to go through the proper procedures.

Moments later, the anti-G suit and helmet were in place.

The hatch of the MiG-29 next to it was also open.

Zhang Yang boarded the MiG-29 with unparalleled grace, closed the cabin door, and the entire process was smooth and effortless, without the slightest hesitation.

A moment later, everything was ready, and the control tower gave the signal that takeoff was permitted.

The MiG-29's twin turbofan engines start.

With flames shooting from the engine tail, this classic aircraft, which once dominated the scene in the 1980s and 90s, took off and soared into the sky amidst the watchful eyes of everyone!

High in the sky, inside the cockpit of MiG-29.

Zhang Yang felt nothing but pure joy.

The thrill of piloting an airplane is something you can't experience just by flying. And the thrill of piloting a supersonic fighter jet completely surpasses any other driving experience in the world.

All those supercars seem utterly pathetic compared to the MiG-29 soaring through the skies at this moment, like a child's toy.

"Faster, faster!"

As it accelerates, the ground continues to recede into the distance, while the sky looms ever closer.

The clouds parted under the influence of powerful air currents.

In the midst of infinite acceleration, the layers of gravitational acceleration arrive in an instant.

Zhang Yang smiled, feeling completely relaxed, as if he couldn't feel anything at all.

In the blink of an eye, the sound barrier was within reach.

For a fighter jet with a maximum speed of Mach 2.3, breaking the sound barrier is naturally a given.

In an instant, Zhang Yang felt the plane encounter a tremendous resistance.

The next second, the ultimate power surged forth, the engine ran at full power, and the Mach rings spewed out. At the nose of the aircraft, a cone-shaped sonic boom cloud instantly appeared, and everything in the world fell silent, all sounds were left behind.

A sonic boom cloud has appeared.

The sound barrier was thus broken naturally.

Looking out at the endless clouds through the cockpit canopy, Zhang Yang felt a complex and indescribable emotion.

In this way, he has completed his journey through the world in another form.

Not a deity, but resembling one.

Although the MiG-29 is old, its performance is still excellent.

Zhang Yang piloted this renowned fighter jet, effortlessly performing maneuvers such as the Cobra, afterburner turns, nose-down maneuvers, and short vertical climbs in the sky...

On the ground, everyone in the air force base looked up, almost in awe, at the fighter jets that were making various maneuvers in the sky with fluid grace.

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Learning to fly a fighter jet is certainly not something to be taken lightly, nor is it for showing off.

Zhang Yang naturally had his own considerations.

That is to achieve results openly and in our own way, silencing all dissent.

As for the opportunity... it will come soon.

Just one week after Zabol took office as president of the Gangge Republic, an armed group that had seized control of a region in a neighboring country repeatedly harassed the border, threatening the national security of the Gangge Republic and greatly impacting the daily lives of many border residents.

If you've made a profit, keep quiet and make a fortune.

If you suffer a loss, you should write about it extensively and let everyone know.

Zhang Yang instructed Zabol to repeatedly issue public warnings on this matter, and to have the television station repeatedly amplify and build up the narrative, thus inciting public outrage.

When domestic sentiment reaches its peak, everything will naturally fall into place.

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Ten thousand meters above the ground, Zhang Yang, alone in his aircraft, arrived at his target location.

On the screen, targets are scattered like stars, occupying the area.

At first glance, the estimated number of people is in the dozens or even hundreds.

One missile was fired.

Let alone dozens or hundreds of people, even hundreds of people would be annihilated in an instant.

This is the power of firearms.

Zhang Yang sighed inwardly, pressed the launch button, and fired an air-to-ground missile without hesitation.

In an instant, amidst a thunderous roar, flames and smoke scattered across the ground.

One stronghold, dozens or even hundreds of lives were annihilated between Zhang Yang's fingers.

Do you feel anything?

Of course not.

On the battlefield, once a shell is fired, who cares how many enemy soldiers will die?

Moreover, with the use of the intermediate-level gene serum, Zhang Yang is now a perfect human at the genetic level, and he increasingly feels a sense of looking down on all living beings, regarding them as ants.

This feeling is not deliberate, but rather a sense of superiority that originates from the genetic level.

After the stronghold was destroyed, Zhang Yang did not end the operation. Instead, he continued to penetrate deeper into enemy territory, preparing to strike at the enemy's lair and completely annihilate them in one fell swoop.

The achievements he wants must be earth-shattering.

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On the border, in a territory controlled by armed groups, in a camp where thousands of people are stationed.

At this moment, cries of sorrow are everywhere, and the air is thick with the smoke of battle.

"Damn it! The machine gun, where's the machine gun?!"

"Set up the gun! Shoot it down! Shoot it down!"

A burly soldier, dressed in dark uniform, roared as he watched the smoke rising in the distance, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets!

On the ground, a group of militants futilely fired machine guns at the fighter jets circling overhead, and some even used man-portable missiles in an attempt to shoot down their targets.

But it didn't work...

All they got in return was another missile.

Boom!

A massive shockwave spread out instantly, blasting the figures who had just been standing into pieces.

The entire camp was instantly devastated, leaving only deathly silence.

High in the sky, Zhang Yang smiled and decisively turned back.

They're just a mob.

No wonder there's a saying that a fifth-generation fighter jet, based on its combat radius, can deter a small country.

This fourth-generation MiG-29 fighter jet easily wiped out a force of several thousand people without breaking a sweat.

Of course, for Zhang Yang, it was effortless. To anyone else, such an achievement—one person, one machine, single-handedly, penetrating deep into enemy territory and annihilating them all—would be considered earth-shattering.

As Zhang Yang piloted his fighter jet back to base, the Gangge Republic erupted in jubilation.

With such great achievements, he naturally received various honors.

Yes.

On the surface, the various honors and awards were presented by Zabol, but in reality, Zhang Yang was rewarding himself.

However, these awards came fairly and squarely this time, and are truly well-deserved.

Zhang Yang's prestige and influence within the Gangge Republic soared after this incident, reaching an unprecedented peak.

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Gangge Republic, conferment ceremony.

Amidst the music and ceremony, Zhang Yang, dressed in military uniform, received his rank from Zabol.

He was promoted to the rank of Major General.

Under the lights, he was dressed in the uniform of a major general of the Gangge National Defense Forces, his figure incredibly tall and imposing, almost dazzling.

The gazes around them were filled with Yangwang and amazement. They had never realized that their country's military uniforms could be so beautiful. But the uniforms weren't the point; the point was the person, the aura surrounding that person.

Under the light, it was simply dazzling.

"Congratulations, General Zhang." Zabol, the current president, shook hands with Zhang Yang.

In public, the two naturally played their respective roles well.

"Thank you, Mr. President." Zhang Yang smiled, stepped forward to shake hands with Zabol, then stood in front of the camera, under the flash, allowing the photographer to capture the moment.

It's funny to think back on it. In the past, when I read novels, the protagonists were either military commanders or major generals, and I just read them for fun.

Time flies, and I never dreamed...

I've really become a major general?

Although the rank of Major General was awarded by the Gangge Republic and is mostly honorary, a Major General is still a Major General, especially at the age of twenty-six.

Reality is indeed always more advanced than fiction.

Given his current experience, identity, and status, even the protagonists of ordinary Dragon King novels would have to admit defeat in the face of his experiences.

Life is truly wondrous.

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Having risen to such a high position and status in the Gangge Republic, Zhang Yang could practically do whatever he wanted. In a sense, it wouldn't be difficult for him to be above the law.

What is true freedom and ease? This is true freedom and ease.

However, the sight of so many black faces on the streets, and the streetscape that resembled a rural-urban fringe area, made him feel somewhat out of place. It felt like a low-budget version, and the experience was worlds apart from what he had in China.

Only the escort of military and police vehicles before and after his trip, along with various security soldiers surrounding him, offered him a sliver of comfort.

Of course, although the city's construction exudes poverty, the Gangge Republic is actually a land of gold, with mines everywhere; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's incredibly wealthy.

This is, to say the least, absurd.

It would be a sin to sit idly by and watch such a treasure trove remain untapped.

Therefore, Zhang Yang had another idea.

Previously, seeking stability, he had exercised considerable restraint regarding the large mines in the Gangge Republic, acquiring only a few medium-sized mines and numerous small gold mines. However, these were clearly no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.

He wanted more; he wanted to take over more mines.

He wants more gold mines... more copper mines, more non-ferrous metal mines...

His desires were uncontrollable, and now that he was in the Gangge Republic, he was like a wild horse, untamed and unrestrained.

Therefore, in the following short period of time, Zhang Yang used various means to acquire another super-large copper Kaiwei Mining in the Gangge Republic, with an annual net profit of over 10 billion yuan, and two medium-sized metal mines with an annual net profit of around 2 to 3 billion yuan.

There are also countless small gold mines.

These mineral deposits are expected to increase his annual income by another 20 billion.

What was originally just an ordinary mining company, Kaiwei Mining, has grown rapidly in strength since it came under Zhang Yang's control, step by step, making it almost a behemoth within the Republic of Gango. It is a giant with tens of thousands of employees, countless armed personnel, and the ability to command the military and police at will.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's security company, backed by him, expanded from the three provinces to the entire Gangge Republic.

Security orders from all kinds of large, medium and small enterprises are pouring in, making it hard to keep up with the demand.

The security company has grown larger and larger, constantly updating and iterating its various high-tech equipment. As for personnel, it has begun to recruit talents from all over the world, receiving many former members from elite special forces units around the globe. The overall size of the personnel has expanded to more than a thousand.

Zhang Yang specifically chose a large building in Jinsa, the capital of the Gangge Republic, to serve as the headquarters of his security company.

The building is ten stories high, with a huge training ground attached to the back, and government troops are stationed around it. Every day, various armored vehicles and off-road vehicles with machine guns come and go, and armed helicopters take off and land on the top floor from time to time.

On the exterior wall of the building, a huge and fierce honey badger head is quite eye-catching.

This is the logo of Zhang Yang Security Company, inspired by the most ferocious animal on the Africa continent: the honey badger.

This guy fears no one; he dares to mess with wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards. He's known in the underworld as "Honey Badger."

When Zhang Yang heard the logo, he immediately liked the honey badger. It was much more thoughtful than anything like a wolf or tiger, and it also conveyed a company philosophy of fearlessness, tenacity, and ruthlessness.

In the afternoon, a military vehicle drove into the security company's training ground.

A moment later, two figures walked side by side on the sidelines.

"Chris, the security company has grown to this point; you've worked hard." Zhang Yang, dressed in military uniform, looked at the security personnel, who were composed of people of various races, in the arena.

"Master, I'm afraid I haven't done enough," Chris said, bowing slightly before Zhang Yang. "To receive a single word of praise from you, I would die happy."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang looked at Chris in surprise.

Look at her slightly lowered head, her long blonde hair, and her great figure wrapped in combat clothing.

"Lift your head up a bit," Zhang Yang said, stopping in his tracks.

Upon hearing this, Chris obediently raised her head, straightened her chest, and met Zhang Yang's gaze.

A beautiful, wheat-colored face with perfectly applied makeup.

"You've become more beautiful, are you wearing makeup?" Zhang Yang casually lifted Chris's chin.

Chris blushed slightly.

"Are you free tonight? Let's grab a drink and chat for a bit?" Zhang Yang put down his hand and asked with a smile. "And have a nice evening together?"

"As you wish, master."

In the distance, a faint, low chuckle could be heard.

Zhang Yang squinted and saw two white security guards whispering to each other in the distance, glancing this way with somewhat amused expressions.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and kicked the tire on the ground in front of him.

Instantly, a deafening explosion occurred.

The 200-pound tire twisted and deformed instantly, shooting through the air with tremendous force and crashing straight into the two men.

Then, with the remaining force, they dragged the two of them and violently overturned the training equipment in the distance.

With a loud crash, a pile of equipment was overturned.

The two struggled to get up, but couldn't. They opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious. It was unclear whether the bleeding was from internal organs or from their mouths.

"Someone come and take it away." Zhang Yang raised his hand.

Whispering and gossiping about him in front of him? They'd be dead without even knowing how they died!

That kick he just delivered was only when he was holding back his strength.

If you kick it out with all your might.

The 200-pound tire would explode under the immense force, and if the two people were hit by it, they would die instantly.