Full-Time Slaughter: From the Start, I Was a Sniper in Syria

“Those 300,000 rubles are what you owe me for my life.”

In the bitter Moscow winter, retired special forces soldier Lin Dong tries to get back the money he earned through hard work. Forced to kill his crooked boss, he flees with his injured brother Erhu, who has lost a finger.

From the frozen north to the Middle East, hot with violence.

To stay alive, they take up guns.

In Lin Dong’s hands, a seventy-year-old Mosin-Nagant rifle becomes a grim reaper’s scythe, harvesting lives.

He joins the “Hell’s Kitchen” mercenary group, facing betrayal, treachery, and a hunt by the world’s top security firms.

Lin Dong works the bolt, his gaze colder than the Siberian wind.

“I’m a mercenary, not a butcher. But if you go after my brothers, I’ll show you what true hell looks like.”

That year, a legend known as “Winter” emerged from the deserts of Deir ez-Zor, making every enemy tremble.