The retired soldier king lives in the city
On the day Liu Jinhu was expelled from the military, the entire special forces brigade thought he was useless.
Five years later, the daughter of a multinational consortium knelt in front of the dilapidated martial arts gym he invested in, begging him to teach him a lost ancient martial art.
Business rivals mocked him: "A waste who was eliminated by the army, is he worthy of competing with me?"
That night, the rival company's black material was exposed all over the Internet, and the operator behind the scenes was signed "Long Yan."
Former comrades from the special forces came to join him one after another, only to discover that the business empire he built hid even more shocking secrets.
Until foreign enemies invaded, he tore his suit to pieces to reveal scars all over his body:
"Code name 'Zhulong', please return to the team!"
At four o'clock in the morning, in the border jungle, it rained heavily.
The rain poured down like a river from the sky, hitting the dense banana leaves and vines, making a deafening roar. The air was filled with the smell of earth, blood, and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.
Liu Jinhu was half-kneeling in the mud, the cold rainwater flowing down the edge of his tactical helmet into his neck, but he didn't feel anything. He was like a stone sculpture, only the fingers holding the assault rifle were slightly white from excessive exertion. In the night vision device, the whole world was a strange green color. Not far ahead, the simple and temporary shack was looming in the rain.
"Scorpion" Aaron, the leader of Southeast Asia's largest drug trafficking armed force, is there. Intelligence shows that this person is extremely dangerous, is surrounded by elite guards, and may have a large number of weapons and explosives hidden in the shack.
The captain's deep and clear voice came from the earphones, penetrating the rain curtain: "Zhulong, report the situation."
"Zhulong received it. The target is confirmed to be in the shack and can be protected
