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

  Dulson, Luo Yi, and the other two didn't speak, and the atmosphere was very depressing.


  They all subconsciously looked in front of them. Lin chuxue had her arms around Xu Cheng, and she put his head in her arms.


  Xu Cheng's body was covered in blood, and his skin was festering, but he couldn't feel any pain at all. All he could feel was numbness.


  Compared to this pain, the stimulation that the Duke gave him was even more obvious.


  His Dugesia genes could repair the festering wounds on the cortex, but he couldn't use them. If he used them, the blood cell bodies would consume the genes and the wounds would become more serious.


  Lin Dong had already called bei Shan.


  Bei Shan prepared a stretcher in the special tunnel of the airport and took Xu Cheng to a private hospital. The professor from the Dragon division came over to see Xu Cheng's body.


I don't dare to sleep