Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

In the late autumn of 1958, at the military hospital, the plane tree leaves curled their yellowed edges in the night wind, like letters scorched by fire. Wang Huanbo sat by the window of the ward, his fingertips tracing the three characters "Wang Chunyan" on his daughter Yan Yan's swaddling clothes—his name, taken from the Book of Songs, "Yanyan, yanyan," hoping for a moment of peace in this chaotic world. Lou Xiao'e leaned against the headboard, dozing lightly, her face pale and weak from childbirth in the moonlight. The little one in her arms was smacking her lips, completely unaware that the bloody storm three months earlier had nearly torn the swaddling clothes and her mother apart.

Three days ago, at Sha Zhu and Yu Li's wedding, three groups of enemy agents launched a surprise attack, attempting to kidnap the pregnant Lou Xiao'e and steal the "Ark" energy secrets. The sounds of submachine gun fire, the roar of suicide bombers, and the screams of guests mingled together, ultimately resulting in a tragedy where seven workers were killed and more than ten were seriously injured. The elite police officers of the Hongxing Police Station fought desperately, but suffered heavy losses due to the enemy agents' combined attack from both inside and outside, and their heavy firepower. That wedding banquet, which should have been joyous, became a thorn in Wang Huanbo's heart; every night, his dreams were filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Outside the window, Duan Peng's guards patrolled with guns, their searchlights sweeping across the inpatient ward every ten minutes. Wang Huanbo's gaze passed over the shadows of the sycamore trees.

"We can't let this go." Wang Huanbo withdrew his gaze, a glint of icy fire burning in his eyes. He gently kissed Lou Xiao'e's forehead, and after confirming she was fast asleep, he quietly got up and walked to a corner of the ward. Inside his personal space was the "Decade Belt Driver," a system reward he received after transmigrating from the Captain America 1 world—one of Wang Huanbo's current weapons for revenge.

I. Wrath and Purge: The Red Blade Drawn

When the news reached Hai Zili, Mr. Zou slammed his teacup down on the table, splashing tea onto the "Construction Approval for Reactor No. 2 of the 'Ark' Project." At that time, the country planned to build an Ark reactor in Miyun, Beijing, to supply electricity to the east. However, due to the limitations of technology at that time compared to the United States in the Captain America 1 universe, the electricity generated by Ark Reactor No. 1 in the northwest was only enough to supply the electricity needs of factories and residents in the west.

"A thorough investigation is necessary! Uncover all the lurking spies!" The supreme directive boomed like thunder. To track down enemy agents, General Li Keqin, known as the "King of Red Agents," was swiftly appointed as the commander-in-chief. This old man, who had single-handedly dismantled the Kuomintang's Beiping station during the Chongqing negotiations, now sat in the shadows of the Ministry of Public Security's interrogation room, his hawk-like gaze fixed on "Viper," the enemy agent leader handcuffed to an iron chair.

"Back in 1943, when you pierced the stomach of a pregnant underground party member with a bamboo skewer at No. 76 in Shanghai, did you ever think you'd end up in someone's hands today?" Li Keqin's voice was like ice, his fingertips tapping on the interrogation record. "Tell me about the contact points, supply channels, and infiltrator lists of the three evil forces."

"Viper" sneered, his fluent Mandarin honed over years of lurking in the shadows: "Li Keqin, do you think I'd confess like those spineless cowards? His Majesty the Emperor would be proud of me!"

Li Keqin remained unmoved and raised his hand to indicate, "Show him."

Two guards stepped forward and slammed a stack of photos on the table—these were archival photos of "Viper" at No. 76 in Shanghai. One of them showed him piercing a pregnant woman's stomach with a bamboo skewer, the woman's blood staining the swaddling clothes, and the baby's body being thrown in a corner.

"Do you recognize her?" Li Keqin pointed to the photo. "Her name is Chen Xiuying, an underground party courier. Before she sacrificed herself, she bit off her tongue so she wouldn't reveal your hideout."

The sneer of "Viper" froze on his face, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Hacken Lee continued to press: "And this—" He pressed the recorder on the table, and the voices of "Viper's" wife and daughter came through: "Dad, when are you coming back? Mom said you went to a very far place on a mission..."

"You think they're doing well in Japan?" Hacken Lee's voice suddenly rose. "Last month, they were in a car accident on the streets of Tokyo, and the driver fled the scene—is that a coincidence?"

"Viper" shuddered, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes.

Li Keqin pressed his advantage: "Your superior, 'Sakura' (the head of the Special Higher Police in North China), was arrested in Tianjin last week and has confessed to your entire plan. Now, I'm giving you one last chance: talk or not?"

"Viper" fell silent. He recalled the faces and voices of his wife and daughter, the underground party members he had tortured at No. 76, and the Emperor's lie of "victory in the holy war"... Finally, he lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "I'll say it... the CIA's 'Iron Hook,' the Special Higher Police's 'Cherry Blossom,' and the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics's 'Viper Fang,' their bases are in the Chaoyang Warehouse, the foreign firm in Dongjiaomin Lane, and the Chongwenmen Hotel... supplies are transported via the Tianjin Grand Canal, and the code word for rendezvous is 'Full Moon Over the West Tower'..."

Li Keqin abruptly stood up and strode towards the phone: "Notify the Ministry of State Security, the Ministry of Public Security, and the Capital Guard Division to launch a joint operation in three hours and uproot them completely!"

Three hours later, police lights were turned on simultaneously in four locations in Beijing.

[First Outpost: Sakura Outpost - Abandoned Warehouse in Chaoyang District]

At 3 a.m., outside an abandoned warehouse in Chaoyang District, National Security Special Operations Team members cut through the barbed wire fence, and smoke grenades were thrown in first. Inside the warehouse, five agents from the Special Higher Police's "Sakura Group" were busy around a radio transmitter. Just as they were about to draw their guns, flamethrower soldiers from the Guard Division were already close to the window.

"Fire Dragon!"

At a command, the flamethrower operator pulled the trigger, and a roaring inferno engulfed the entire row of shelves. The radio transmitter warped into scrap metal in the intense heat. An agent attempted to escape through the back window but was shot in the knee by a National Security Special Operations officer and fell to the ground.

"Baka! Loyal to the Great Japanese Empire!" The leading intelligence officer, Sato, drew his katana and lunged at the nearest flamethrower soldier. The soldier dodged to the side and pressed his flamethrower against Sato's chest—

"boom!"

Sato was instantly engulfed in flames, collapsing to the ground with a scream. Seeing this, some of the other agents swallowed cyanide capsules to commit suicide, while others detonated grenades hidden on their bodies.

"Watch out!" Wang Gang, the captain of the National Security Special Operations Team, shouted and lunged at an agent who was trying to detonate a grenade. The grenade exploded in his arms, and the blast wave threw Wang Gang away, severing his right arm and causing blood to gush out.

"Captain!" The team members cried out and rushed over, but Wang Gang grinned and said, "Don't worry about me... Mission accomplished..."

His gaze fell on the codebook in the corner of the warehouse, and he pointed there with difficulty with his left hand. The team members nodded tearfully, quickly collected the codebook, and dragged the remaining spy corpses out of the warehouse.

As the sun rose, the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind on the open ground outside the warehouse. Wang Gang lay on a stretcher, gazing at the national flag, and slowly closed his eyes.

[Second stronghold: Iron Hook Stronghold, Dongjiaomin Lane Foreign Firm]

At nine o'clock in the morning, on the second floor of a foreign firm on Dongjiaomin Lane, CIA liaison officer Jason was stuffing classified documents into a safe. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with blond hair and blue eyes, yet he spoke fluent Chinese—he was a third-generation spy infiltrating China, codenamed "Iron Hook".

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, and Li Ming, an undercover agent from the National Security Bureau, leaped out from behind the curtains, pressing his knee against Jason's wrist: "Don't move, your cyanide capsule was in your left pocket, we've taken it out for you."

Jason's expression changed drastically, and he reached for his Colt pistol at his waist with his other hand. Li Ming reacted quickly, smashing the butt of the pistol against Jason's wrist, and the pistol clattered to the ground.

"You Chinese have no martial ethics!" Jansen roared, suddenly pulling a sharp dagger from his sleeve and stabbing it into Li Ming's abdomen.

Li Ming dodged to the side, grabbed Jensen's wrist with his other hand, and the two began to wrestle. The trading company was small, with documents scattered all over the floor and the safe key lying in a corner.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly, and Jensen froze in his tracks—National Security Agent Zhang Lei rushed in from outside, his Type 54 pistol emitting blue smoke.

"Iron Hook, you're under arrest." Zhang Lei stepped forward and handcuffed Jansen's hands.

Jason slumped to the ground, staring at the scattered US dollar bills, encrypted maps, and the handwritten "Counterattack Vanguard" appointment letter at the bottom of the safe, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

"You can't win..." he muttered to himself, "The CIA will avenge my death..."

Zhang Lei sneered, "Then let's see." He turned to look at Zhang Lei's corpse, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes—a few minutes earlier, Li Ming had been stabbed in the chest by Jason's dagger while covering his teammates, and had died a heroic death.

[Third Stronghold: Venomous Fang Stronghold - Chongwenmen Inn]

At 2 PM, in the top-tier room of the Chongwenmen Hotel, Chen Biao, an assassin from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' "Poison Fang Group," was cleaning a US-made M1911 pistol. He was short in stature with sinister eyes and was a notorious "killing machine" within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

"Knock knock knock—"

A knock sounded at the door. Chen Biao frowned and walked to the door. "Who is it?"

"Waiter, bring me some hot water."

Chen Biao opened the door, and two plainclothes National Security officers rushed in. One grabbed him around the waist, while the other pressed a gun to his temple: "Don't move!"

Chen Biao reacted extremely quickly, striking the plainclothes officer behind him in the abdomen with his left elbow while simultaneously drawing a dagger with his right hand and stabbing another plainclothes officer in the throat. The officer dodged to the side, but the dagger sliced ​​across his cheek, drawing blood.

"You're asking for death!" Chen Biao grinned maliciously, grabbed the poison bottle on the table, and was about to swallow it.

In the nick of time, the accompanying military doctor, Liu Fang, darted forward, precisely pinning Chen Biao's chin with two fingers, while her other hand reached down his throat to pull out a pill: "Want to die? Not so easy!"

Chen Biao struggled, ramming his head into Liu Fang's chest. Liu Fang groaned, but held onto his wrist tightly until her teammates subdued him.

"Pump his stomach, don't let him die—we can catch a bigger fish with him alive." Liu Fang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and directed her assistant to lift Chen Biao into the ambulance.

However, on the way to the hospital, Chen Biao, taking advantage of a moment when the guards were not paying attention, used a razor blade hidden in his teeth to slit his wrist artery, and blood stained the carriage. By the time the medical staff arrived, he was already dead.

II. The Price of Victory, A Monument to Heroes

After three days and three nights of swift and decisive action, 17 enemy strongholds were eradicated, 43 spies were captured, and 27 submachine guns, 89 grenades, and 12 coded telegrams were seized. However, when Li Keqin presented the battle report, Wang Huanbo paused at the end in the "Enemy Background" section—all those captured were "discarded pawns," and the true command center remained in Langley, USA; Tokyo, Japan; and the Secret Service of the Island Raiders. The masterminds behind the bloody wedding were perhaps currently celebrating with champagne, "The operation failed, but the objective remained intact."

"Just a scapegoat..." Wang Huanbo crumpled the battle report into a ball, his knuckles turning white from the force. He looked at his wife and daughter sleeping soundly in the ward. Lou Xiao'e's breathing was as light as a feather, and Yan Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly in the incubator. If there were another attack, he dared not think whether this fragile peace could be preserved.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die," he muttered to himself, a glint of icy fire burning in his eyes. "We have to let those rats hiding in the gutter know what price they'll pay for messing with my family."

III. Decade Awakening: The Crimson Revenge Begins

In the dead of night, Duan Peng's guards were still patrolling the perimeter of the main hospital, their searchlights sweeping across the inpatient ward every ten minutes. Only after Lou Xiao'e had taken her medicine and fallen into a deep sleep did Wang Huanbo quietly get up and retrieve a metal box with a faint blue luster from his personal storage space.

Inside the box was the "Kamen Rider Decade Belt Driver," a reward given by the system after he traveled back from the Captain America 1 world. The silver and black main body was engraved with intricate circuit patterns, and the K-Touch crystal in the center was like solidified starlight, cool to the touch. He had watched "Kamen Rider Decade" before his transmigration and was very familiar with Tsukasa Kadoya's philosophy of "destruction and reconstruction," but for the first time, he felt that this toy-like thing weighed more than a thousand pounds.

"For them." Wang Huanbo raised the belt to his waist, and with a "click," the alloy buckle automatically tightened, fitting perfectly against his waist. He then took out a card case from the box, inside which were five cards: a blank card, a Ryuki card, a Knight card, a Zolda card, and a Faiz card. His gaze locked onto the pure black blank card—this was the core of Decade's transformation, and his only reliance at this moment.

He extended his right hand, index and middle fingers together, mimicking Tsukasa Kadoya's pose from his memory, and muttered, "Kamen Rider...Decade!"

Before the words were even finished, a golden light suddenly burst forth from the top of the blank card! The light flowed down the arm like a living thing, converging on the K-Touch crystal at the waist. The data flow patterns inside the crystal were instantly activated, transforming into countless golden threads that wrapped around the waist.

"HENSHIN!"

Wang Huanbo abruptly inserted the blank card into the crystal slot!

"KAMEN RIDE! DECADE!"

The synthesized electronic sound exploded like thunder, and the crystal burst forth with dazzling golden light! Countless data streams flowed rapidly across the crystal surface, outlining a three-dimensional relief of "DCD," and the metal edges of the belt began to extend, transforming into the prototypes of shoulder armor and leg armor.

"Set up!"

A golden cocoon of light appeared out of thin air, enveloping his entire body. The crackling sound of bones reshaping was clearly audible—armored supports extended outwards from his shoulder blades, his ribs were covered with silver and black composite armor, and the muscles in his legs bulged and swelled under the bio-metal, each step powerful enough to shatter steel plates.

"Henshin!"

The cocoon of light shattered with a deafening roar! Kamen Rider Decade stood proudly beneath the moonlight:

Head: The silver helmet has sharp lines, the X-shaped compound eyes glow with scarlet scanning rays, the red stripe on the top extends to the back of the head like a burning flame, and a flamboyant red paint on the chin is like a bloodthirsty fang.

Torso: A huge "DCD" relief is engraved in the center of the breastplate, the shoulder armor is as thick as a shield, and the edges gleam with a cold metallic luster. The black cloak that spreads out on the back moves without wind and flutters.

Limbs: The arm armor is covered with honeycomb-shaped heat dissipation holes, and the energy tubes on the inside of the forearms glow with a ghostly blue light; the power tubes on the legs are intertwined like vines, and each step leaves a charred footprint on the ground.

The moment the transformation was complete, Wang Huanbo felt his five senses amplified a hundredfold—he could hear the sound of a sycamore leaf snapping a hundred meters away, see the ants' antennae swaying in the cracks of the wall, and even smell the lingering jasmine scent in Lou Xiao'e's hair. His strength, speed, and endurance were all enhanced, and his previous fatigue and pain were swept away, replaced by a devastating fighting instinct.

"Final Attack Ride! Kamen Ride! Decade! Final Form Ride! Decade!"

The Decade Driver emitted an exciting electronic sound, and a pair of phantom wings made of energy unfolded behind it. The electric arcs on the edges of the wings crackled and emitted a suffocating sense of oppression.

Aurora Curtain: A Transoceanic Journey

Wang Huanbo (Decade Mode) thrust his right palm forward, distorting space like water: "Open the gate! Aurora Curtain!"

A seven-colored aurora gate rose from the ground! Nebulae swirled within, countless bizarre and dazzling sights flashing by—he had seen Tsukasa Kadoya use this technique to traverse the world, and now he would use it to cross the Pacific Ocean. On the other side of the aurora gate lay the night sky over Langley, Virginia, where the neon lights of the CIA headquarters were flashing.

"Gentlemen of Washington," Decade's voice, a blend of electronic and metallic tones, whispered in a blind spot of satellite surveillance, "it's time to settle the game."

He stepped through the aurora gate, his figure disappearing into the rainbow light. Behind him, the sycamore leaves of the military hospital continued to fall, the moonlight remained cold, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. Only the sleeping pill bottle beside Lou Xiao'e's pillow silently told the story of the origin of this revenge.

Wang Huanbo's path of revenge has only just begun. When he steps out of the Aurora Gate and stands atop the CIA headquarters building, what kind of hail of bullets will greet him? How will those enemies who thought they could rest easy by hiding behind the scenes face this knight from another world? The crimson embers have not yet been extinguished, and the Emperor's wrath has already condensed into a storm over the Pacific Ocean.