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

Jerry smoked his cigarette as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and paced back and forth looking at the scenery outside.

The conference table behind him was seated with officers and core members of the Socialist Party; those who were attending the meeting were the ones with certain connections and backgrounds in the M Nation.

Stenson represented Xu Cheng and was the biggest sponsor in the Socialist Party at the moment, so he was entitled to have a seat at the table.

He looked around at the members and they all looked bad, so he broke the silence and asked curiously, "Don't tell me that the Socialist Party is planning to withdraw from this election? Senator Jerry, I haven't seen you making speeches around the states lately; it seems that your initiative has gone down. Are you not confident?"

The man who can manipulate the war?