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

Xu Cheng and his party were sitting at the back of the pickup as Lin Dong drove. This brat did a crap ton of car-racing back in the days, and now it was his time to shine. Tonight, he would also be responsible for picking them up, as well as leading the fleet of drivers to transfer the engineers over to the new territory after they conquered it.

The world of mercenaries was quite complex.

On the surface, in fact, this was no less than the battlefield of the Third World War, because every year, many countries would airdrop their special forces here for military drills, doing mass-scale war training with live rounds. In the process, for one, they could kill the outlaws that escaped to this place from their former countries, and secondly, they could show off their nation's current level of military.

They would never treat the lives of the mercenaries that dwell here as actual human lives.

Night Attack