Edge

When a black-sealed document with a capital s+ printed on it was thrown heavily on the White House parliamentary table, all the senior senators looked solemn, and even dared not speak out, because this was the highest-level top-secret file belonging to the FBI in front of them. The Chinese "devil" that had been sealed in dust for fifty years came out again 28 hours ago. The news was tantamount to a shocking bomb, which hit the hearts of all the senior officials of the beautiful country and its allies. "Jiang Bian is not dead yet, how could this happen..." Chris Robert, a gray-haired admiral with badges of honor on his chest, muttered to himself in a dejected tone. In a daze, the devil fifty years ago, covered in blood-stained iron chains, harvested a large area of fresh life with every swing. Those were the most elite soldiers of the beautiful country at that time. "The devil... He is a devil." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.