Start with America's Military Contractors

2016, Rumailan, Syria. All of Captain Harrison's possessions: a tent, a dirt track of more than 700 meters, and a newly obtained base reconstruction contract. Three months ago he had been a star officer in the 1st Infantry Division, until the senator's son missed a cannonball and three soldiers were killed, putting the blame on him. He suffered a heart attack the night he retired and died. When he opened his eyes again, his soul became that of Yang Jingxing, and a war contractor system that settled on a weekly basis - how much work was done, how much equipment was issued. He sold his farm and house, scraped together 5.85 Million, called a few old men who had been pushed into a corner by life, and set up camp in the desert. Dig wells, build runways, build communication networks, and take on black missions. The C-130 shuttled between Erbil and Rumailan, and the intelligence network was spread inch by inch. Over in Washington, the man who ruined his career is still rising. Don't worry, the road to revenge has already begun.