Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Prologue: Death Above Langley

Langley, Virginia, USA.

In October 1958, the sun pierced through the clouds, casting a blinding white light on the glass curtain wall of the CIA headquarters. This seven-story reinforced concrete building was surrounded by heavily armed guards—outside the three-meter-high barbed wire, the bayonets of M1 Garand rifles gleamed coldly in the sunlight; at the building entrance, two Marines, armed with Thompson submachine guns, wore silver eagle badges on their collars that emphasized the authority of a "top secret" organization; on the rooftop, the barrels of Browning M2 heavy machine guns gleamed a deep blue in the shadows from the rotary machine gun emplacement.

This is the heart of the CIA, the nerve center for planning global espionage activities. But at this moment, this impregnable fortress is about to welcome an uninvited guest—a "strange person" dressed in pink, white, and black armor with a pink cape spreading out behind him.

Wang Huanbo (Decade Mode) stood on the hillside opposite the CIA headquarters. His X-shaped compound eyes pierced through a kilometer, taking in every detail of the building: the direction of the ventilation ducts, the guards' shift change times, the snipers' positions... The bloody memories of Sha Zhu's wedding three months ago surged back like a tide: Huang Haijun's back as he lunged at the grenade, Lin Wei's sunken chest wound, Lou Xiao'e's pale face during her premature birth... All these images became fuel, igniting the icy flames in his eyes.

"The game has begun." Decade's voice, a blend of electronic and metallic tones, slammed his right hand onto the Decade Driver at his waist. "Open the gate! Aurora Curtain!"

A seven-colored aurora gate rose from the ground behind him, within which nebulae swirled and countless bizarre and fantastical scenes flashed by. He did not choose to hide, but instead stepped openly out of the aurora gate, his silver-black armor reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, and his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

"What is that thing?!"

"Monster! A monster has broken in!"

The guards at CIA headquarters were the first to spot him. A Marine had just raised his binoculars when he saw the "strange man" walking step by step toward the barbed wire, leaving charred footprints on the ground with each step.

Wang Huanbo stopped and looked up at the top floor of the building—the CIA director's office, and also the site where the plot to attack Sha Zhu's wedding and kidnap him and Lou Xiao'e had been staged a few days earlier. He raised his right hand, a blue light shield emanating from his palm: "Ultraman Ability - Absolute Defense!"

An invisible energy shield instantly enveloped his entire body, distorting even sunlight into spots of light. This was an innate ability he gained when traversing dimensions, capable of completely nullifying physical attacks such as bullets and cannonballs.

"Fire!"

The machine gun emplacements behind the barbed wire opened fire first, raining down 12.7mm bullets upon the Imperial Knight. But all the bullets were deflected by the light shield a meter away from him, scattering dense sparks and producing a clanging metallic clang.

"Impossible! What the hell is this?!"

The machine gunners retreated in terror, unaware that the Imperial Knight had already moved. He moved like a ghost through the barbed wire, the bullets from his Type 54 pistol grazing his shoulder armor and sparking, but leaving not even a scratch.

"ATTACK RIDE! BLAST!"

The Decade Driver emitted an electronic sound, and Wang Huanbo pulled the "Blast" card from the card box and inserted it into the belt slot. His right fist was instantly enveloped in high-temperature flames, and he smashed it towards the nearest Marine Corps member with a whistling sound.

"boom!"

The Flame Fist struck its target squarely. The team member didn't even have time to scream before he was vaporized by the intense heat, leaving only a charred ring on the spot.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

The remaining guards finally reacted and raised their weapons to fire. But the Imperial Knight was too fast—he would sometimes dodge bullets by sidestepping, sometimes use his shoulder armor to withstand attacks, and sometimes leap up and kick enemies away with a spinning kick. His silver-black armor weaved through the hail of bullets like a black lightning bolt, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in his wake.

"KAMEN RIDE! DECADE!"

The Decade Driver started beeping again, and Wang Huanbo pulled out the "Decade" card and inserted it into his belt. His body instantly merged into the data stream, becoming a blur as he passed through the encirclement of the three guards and appeared behind them.

"FINISH RIDE! SLASH!"

His right leg transformed into a blade of light, sweeping out with a piercing shriek that tore through the air. The rifles of the three guards were instantly severed, and their bodies were cleaved in two at the waist, blood gushing out and staining the lawn red.

The battle lasted only three minutes. By the time the last Marine was pinned to the building by the flaming spear summoned by Decade's "Dragon Knight Card," the area surrounding the CIA headquarters was a scene of utter devastation. Twenty-three guards were either dead or wounded, their bodies lying haphazardly inside and outside the barbed wire, their blood forming streams that seeped into the soil.

Wang Huanbo stood amidst the pile of corpses, his X-shaped compound eyes scanning the building entrance. The automatic doors there were closed, but the glass was riddled with bullet holes. He raised his right hand, a ball of energy coalescing at his fingertips: "Break down!"

"Boom!"

The ball of light struck the glass door, instantly shattering it into dust. Decade strode into the building, his black cloak billowing behind him like a grim reaper spreading his wings.

Act One: Bloodbath Against the CIA - Dracula's Dance of Revenge

Section 1: Hall Melee - Clash of Cards and Steel

The CIA headquarters lobby was spacious and bright, with a gleaming marble floor and portraits of past directors hanging on the walls. At this moment, the lobby was brightly lit, and more than twenty CIA agents, armed with M1911 pistols, rushed out from various offices and surrounded the Imperial Knights.

"Fire! Fire! Don't let him get near the archives!"

A middle-aged agent wearing gold-rimmed glasses (Howard, the CIA's operations director) roared, his pistol spitting fire. Bullets rained down on Decade like locusts, but were all deflected by his Ultraman powers, scattering countless sparks on the marble floor.

Instead of launching an attack, Decade stood in the center of the hall, his right hand resting on the Decade Driver: "RIDE BOOKER! OPEN!"

The riding manual at his waist automatically opened, revealing a collection of knight cards. His gaze swept over the surrounding agents, a cold smile playing on his lips: "All of you, come at me together."

"court death!"

A burly agent (nicknamed "Giant") charged forward, his shotgun blasting bullets. Decade remained unmoved, raising his left arm, the "1"-shaped energy rune on his shoulder armor lighting up: "DEFENSE RIDE! SHIELD!"

A silver shield made of energy appeared out of thin air, blocking his way. Shotgun pellets struck the shield with a crackling sound, but left not a single scratch.

"ATTACK RIDE! DRAGON!"

Decade drew the "Dragon Knight" card and inserted it into his Ridebook. His right fist was instantly engulfed in flames, and he slammed it towards the "Giant" with a roar like a dragon's cry.

"boom!"

The Flame Fist struck the "Giant" squarely in the chest, sending him flying through the glass curtain wall three meters away before crashing onto the lawn outside the building, killing him instantly.

"Knight RIDE! SWORD!"

Immediately afterward, Decade drew the "Knight" card, and a silver lightsaber shot out from the Ridebook at his waist, hovering in front of him. He gripped the lightsaber, and the blade instantly extended to two meters in length, with blue energy patterns flowing along its edge.

"Take this!"

The Imperial Knight flashed into the group of agents like a ghost. His lightsaber flashed, unleashing streaks of blue sword energy that sent blood and flesh flying wherever it passed. One agent had just raised his pistol when his wrist was severed by the sword energy, the pistol clattering to the ground; another agent tried to use a chair to defend himself, but was cleaved in two by the sword energy, splinters of wood and blood flying everywhere.

"Zolda RIDE! GUN!"

Decade drew the "Zolda" card again, and the Ridebook fired a silver pistol with intricate patterns engraved on its barrel. He caught the pistol with one hand and fired three shots at the group of agents in the distance. The bullets whistled through the air, and each shot hit the target's forehead precisely. Three agents fell to the ground.

The agents finally panicked. They had never encountered an opponent like this—lightning fast, possessing devastating strength, and able to summon all sorts of strange weapons. Howard, his face ashen, yelled into the walkie-talkie, "All units, attention! Target possesses supernatural abilities! Requesting backup!"

"it's useless. "

Suddenly, Decade's voice rang in their ears. He had appeared behind Howard without them noticing, his lightsaber pressed against the back of Howard's neck, the cold metallic touch making Howard stiffen.

"Tell me, where is the archives?"

"You...you mustn't do anything rash..." Howard's voice trembled. "The archives are on the seventh floor, in the innermost room..."

"very good. "

A red light flashed in the X-shaped compound eyes of the Decade Knight, and the lightsaber plunged into Howard's neck. Blood gushed out, staining his white shirt crimson. Howard stared wide-eyed at the hilt of the sword in his chest in disbelief, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Next. "

Decade drew the "Faiz" card, unleashing a golden energy wave from his riding book that sent the remaining agents flying. He sheathed his lightsaber and pistol, strode towards the elevator, his black cloak billowing behind him like an eagle poised to hunt.

Section Two: Knight's Kick - The Final Chapter of Destruction

The moment the elevator doors opened, six elite CIA agents rushed out, armed with guns. They were Howard's last trump card—each wearing a Kevlar body armor vest and carrying an M16 rifle with a silencer attached to the muzzle.

"Target in the elevator! Open fire!"

Just as an agent was about to pull the trigger, Decade suddenly rushed out of the elevator, moving so fast that the agent couldn't keep up with his eyes.

"ATTACK RIDE! DECADE!"

The Decade Driver emitted a rousing electronic sound, and Wang Huanbo's entire body was enveloped in golden energy, the "1" pattern on his shoulder armor shining as brightly as day. He charged towards the group of agents, using both fists and feet, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound, knocking the agents off balance.

"Kick RIDE! AXEL!"

His right leg transformed into a blade of light, spiraling with blue energy, sweeping outwards. The rifles of three agents were instantly severed, and their bodies were kicked away, crashing against the wall and sliding to the ground, spitting blood.

"Gun RIDE! METAL!"

Decade drew the "Metal" card, and his Ridebook fired a metal shield that blocked a bullet from an agent. Immediately afterward, he grabbed the shield with his left hand, gathered an energy sphere in his right, and slammed it down on the agent.

"boom!"

The orb of light exploded, blasting the agent to pieces, his blood and flesh splattering all over the walls.

The remaining three agents finally realized something was wrong. They stood back to back and threw grenades at Decade.

"A trivial skill."

Decade sneered, his figure vanishing from his spot in an instant. The next second, he appeared behind the three agents, his right hand resting on the Decade Driver: "FINAL ATTACK RIDE! KA MEN RIDE! DECADE! FINAL FORM RIDE! DECADE!"

【Knight Kick - Ultimate Special Effects】

Card Descent: Countless Rider cards appeared above the Decade Driver—Ryuki, Knight, Zolda, Faiz, Blast… The cards fell like snowflakes, each shimmering with a different light, and finally all converged in front of Decade, forming a huge energy vortex.

Leaping Sprint: Emperor Knight bent his legs, unfurled phantom energy wings behind him, and leaped into the air! His body spun rapidly in the air, passing through layers of cards, each card sparking and crackling as it was struck by his armor.

Fatal Strike: Decade's right leg gathered earth-shattering energy, transforming into a golden blade of light, accompanied by a furious roar of "DECADE KICK!", and kicked fiercely towards the three agents.

Violent Explosion: The moment the light blade struck its target, the energy vortex exploded! Golden light illuminated the entire floor, and the scorching shockwave cracked the walls. The three agents were completely vaporized before they could even scream, leaving only three charred craters in their wake.

Before the aftershocks of the explosion had even subsided, Decade had already landed on the ground. He shook his head, his X-shaped compound eyes scanning the empty corridor. After confirming there were no survivors, he strode towards the stairwell.

"Archives, here I come."

Act Two: Archives and Ruins - Decade's Declaration of Revenge

Section 1: The Archives - Dust of History

The archives room on the seventh floor had a heavy iron door tightly shut, secured with three brass padlocks. Decade walked to the door, placed his right hand on the doorknob, and an energy wave instantly melted the brass padlocks into molten iron. He pushed the door open, and a musty smell hit him—the room was filled with metal filing cabinets, each labeled: "1950-1955," "1956-1958," "Soviet Intelligence," "China Project Team," and so on.

Wang Huanbo's gaze fell on the filing cabinet of the "China Project Team." He walked over, opened a drawer, and inside were stacks of yellowed file folders, the covers of which were labeled "Ark Energy Project," "Wang Huanbo's Monitoring Report," and "Red Star Factory Infiltration Plan"...

"Found it."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Decade's lips. He extended his right hand, his palm glowing with blue light—this was the entrance to his personal space. With a flash of light, all the file folders were sucked into the space and disappeared.

"It's time to end this."

He turned and headed for the door, but stopped as he passed a mirror. In the mirror, the knight in silver and black armor had cold eyes, his X-shaped compound eyes flashing with a scarlet light, and the black cloak that spread out behind him fluttered like blood-red wings.

"For Xiao'e, for Yan Yan, for the sacrificed Huang Haijun and the seriously wounded Lin Wei..."

Wang Huanbo (Decade Mode) clenched his right fist, his knuckles scraping together. "I will collect every single debt you owe me!"

He strode out of the archives and returned to the lobby on the first floor via the stairs. In the lobby, the bodies of Howard and the others still lay in pools of blood, the blood already congealed and dark red. Decade didn't glance at them again, heading straight out of the building.

Section 2: Shoulder-to-Shoulder Bombing of the Building - The CIA's Doomsday

Outside the CIA headquarters building, Wang Huanbo took out a metal cylinder from his personal space—this was a "shoulder cannon" he had captured in the Predator dimension. The cannon was engraved with strange biological patterns, and the muzzle still had traces of alien blood.

"Charge with the energy of light!"

The light energy within his body flowed into the shoulder cannon through his right arm, instantly illuminating the patterns on the cannon's body with a golden glow and emitting a buzzing charging sound. Three minutes later, the charging was complete, and a golden sphere of light with a diameter of half a meter condensed at the muzzle of the shoulder cannon, exuding an aura of world-destroying power.

"CIA, disappear!"

Decade slung the shoulder cannon over his shoulder, aiming it at the CIA headquarters building. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger—

"BOOM—!!!"

A golden beam of light, over a meter in diameter, shot out from the shoulder cannon and instantly struck the top floor of the CIA headquarters building. The building's exterior walls crumbled layer by layer under the impact of the beam, the glass curtain wall turned to dust, and the steel frame twisted and deformed in the intense heat.

"ah--! "

The remaining agents inside screamed in despair, but the power of the beam of light showed no sign of diminishing. Like a giant lightsaber, it sliced ​​through the entire building from the top floor downwards, cleaving it in two.

"Boom—!"

The CIA headquarters building collapsed with a deafening explosion, reinforced concrete blocks crashing to the ground like meteorites, kicking up clouds of dust. Seconds later, as the smoke cleared, only a huge crater remained where the building had once stood, with golden flames still burning at the bottom.

"This is what happens when you anger me!"

The Imperial Knight lowered his shoulder cannon, his X-shaped compound eyes scanning the distant hillside—where American armored vehicles and police cars were roaring towards them, their rooftop machine guns gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"They came so quickly."

He sneered, hoisted the shoulder cannon again, and aimed the muzzle at the oncoming troops.

Act III: Reinforcements Arrive - The Second Trial of the Imperial Knight

Chapter 1: Armored Onslaught - A Clash of Metal and Flame

The armored convoy from the U.S. Army's 82nd Airborne Division arrived first. Three M113 armored personnel carriers formed a triangular formation, with M2 machine guns on their roofs firing continuously, attempting to suppress the Cavalry. Following closely behind were two M41 light tanks, their 105mm main guns occasionally spitting fire, shells exploding around the Cavalry and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Fire! Fire! Don't let him get away!"

A U.S. military officer was yelling inside an armored vehicle, his radio constantly calling for backup.

Decade stood at the edge of the crater, his shoulder cannon recharging. A golden sphere of light condensed at the muzzle, emitting a buzzing sound. He seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger—

"BOOM—!!!"

A second beam of light shot out, this time targeting the armored convoy. Like a sharp sword, the beam instantly pierced through the foremost M113 armored personnel carrier. The vehicle's outer shell melted into molten iron under the impact of the beam, and the soldiers inside were vaporized by the intense heat before they could even scream.

"careful! "

Just as the tank commander was about to turn the turret, the second beam of light struck another M113. The armored vehicle exploded violently, sending debris flying like rain, denting a nearby M41 light tank.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The American officer shouted in terror, but it was too late. The Imperial Knights' third shoulder-mounted cannon shot had already been fired, the beam of light hitting the junction of the two M41 light tanks precisely. Under the beam of light, the tank armor was like paper, instantly melted through, and the internal ammunition detonated, turning both tanks into scrap metal.

"ah--! "

The surviving soldiers crawled out of the armored vehicles and scattered in all directions. But the Imperial Knight did not let them go—he drew the "Dragon Knight" card, summoned a flaming spear, and hurled it at the fleeing soldiers. The flaming spear streaked across the sky like a meteor, tearing flesh and blood apart wherever it passed, accompanied by endless screams.

Section Two: Police and Survivors - Desperate Cries

When the police arrived, the scene was a scene of utter devastation. The wreckage of the M113 armored personnel carrier was still burning, and the turrets of the M41 light tanks had been blown off and were scattered along the roadside; the soldiers' bodies were mangled, some burned to a crisp, others blown to pieces, with blood and entrails smeared all over the ground.

"My God... what kind of monster is that?!"

As soon as a policeman got out of his car, he saw Decade walking towards him. His pink, white, and black armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, his cape fluttered like blood-red wings, and the flaming spear in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"police? "

Decade's X-shaped compound eyes swept over the police, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "You think you're worthy to stop me?"

He raised his flaming spear and hurled it at the group of police. The spear arced through the air, whistling as it pierced the crowd. A policeman, who had just raised his pistol, was struck through the chest by the spear and pinned to his police car; blood streamed down the shaft, staining his badge crimson.

"Help!"

The remaining police officers scattered and fled, but Decade was faster. He caught up with one of the officers like a ghost and delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck. The officer collapsed to the ground without even a scream.

"The last one."

Decade walked up to a terrified policewoman, his X-shaped compound eyes flashing crimson. The policewoman's legs went weak; she knelt on the ground, her hands trembling as she raised them: "Don't...don't kill me..."

"You shouldn't have come here."

Decade's tone was icy as he condensed an energy ball in his right fist and slammed it down on the policewoman's head.

"Boom!"

The orb of light exploded, blasting the policewoman's body into pieces, splattering blood and brain matter all over the police car.

All that remained at the scene were wreckage, scattered weapons, and a few mangled corpses. The surviving soldiers hid behind the wreckage of an armored vehicle, staring in terror at the Imperial Knights, too afraid to even breathe.

"Remember, my name is Kamen Rider Decade!"

The Imperial's voice rang in their ears, echoing with a metallic quality, "The next time we meet will be the day you die."

Act IV: The Aurora's Escape - The Prologue to Revenge

Imperial Knight turned and walked towards the edge of the pit, taking out the Aurora Veil Generator from his personal space. He pressed the button, and the Seven-Colored Aurora Gate rose from the ground once more. Nebulae swirled within the gate, and countless bizarre and dazzling scenes flashed by.

"It's time to go."

He stepped into the aurora gate and his figure disappeared into the rainbow light.

Behind them, a few surviving soldiers crawled out from behind the wreckage of the armored vehicle. Looking at the empty scene and then at the ruins of the CIA headquarters, their faces were filled with terror. They pulled out their radios and, their voices trembling, called for backup: "Headquarters...headquarters...the CIA building...was destroyed...by a monster..."

On a distant hillside, several high-ranking American generals were observing the scene through binoculars. Their faces were ashen as they looked at the wreckage and the terrified expressions of the survivors.

"Investigate! Find out exactly where that monster came from!"

A general roared into the radio, "Whoever he is, whoever he comes from, I will make him pay!"

But their roars were drowned out by the wind. The moment the Aurora Gate closed, only a few wisps of smoke drifted in the wind over the ruins of the CIA headquarters, as if telling the story of the end of an era and the beginning of a legend of revenge.