Commander Tian's mind buzzed.
How many years had it been? From the day he enlisted until now, from an ordinary soldier climbing step by step to his current position, what kind of soldier had he not seen?
Yet he had never seen this kind—someone who had just wiped out the enemy's secret base on their own turf, captured their director alive, withstood their nuclear missile head-on, and then turned around and wanted to cause even more trouble!
By now, Bald Eagle had probably plastered that superpowered person's photo across every wall, with all military, police, intelligence, and special forces searching the entire world for him.
And this guy wanted to deliver himself right to their doorstep? What was this supposed to be? Was he tired of living?
"This brat!" Commander Tian slammed his palm onto the table, making the teacup jump. The nearby staff officers startled, not daring to even breathe loudly.
He drew several deep breaths, but his chest still heaved violently. After swallowing hard several times, he forced his voice to steady and activated his communicator.
The screen lit up, the signal dialing that familiar codename.
No one answered. The other side had declined the call—or rather, had never intended to answer at all.
Commander Tian's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He straightened up, fell silent for a moment, then grabbed the military cap off the table and strode out.
"Commander Tian, where are you going?" his adjutant called from behind him.
"To Upper Capital!" Commander Tian did not look back. His voice was hard, as though it had been chipped from stone.
"Get the helicopter ready for me."
The helicopter's rotors tore through the night sky, their massive roar filling the entire cabin.
Commander Tian leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed,