24 Hearts - Chapter 60

Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.

“Abused and disowned by her family after she was found heavily pregnant, Ji Weixi was forced to leave her hometown with nothing to her name. She returns four years later, only to be caught in a job with Li Shaoling, her stepsister’s fiancé-to-be as her boss.

Military technology is an important criterion for measuring the strength of a country’s national defense.

Powerful weapons and equipment can kill thousands of troops, kill thousands of miles away, and redefine war.

Powerful weapons and equipment can defend the territory, resist foreign enemies, protect Guotai and Min’an, and protect the prosperity of the world.

I am willing to forge a sword for the rejuvenation of this great country, and I am willing to forge the Great Wall for the peace of this country.

Holding on to my sword, I will smash the thorns and defeat the enemy.

If you guard my Great Wall, you will be able to defeat the enemy and make good news.

Let’s see how a young man creates an era of military domination 2.0.

- Description from Qidian

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”