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Prologue: The Final Judgment Under the Curtain of Aurora

At 3:17 a.m. on October 3, 1958, the winter night in Taipei was shrouded in thick fog. The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics building in the Bo'ai Special District resembled a giant beast lurking in the darkness, its top flashing red dot the radio antenna used to monitor the entire country. At this moment, the building was deathly silent, except for the sound of patrolling guards' footsteps echoing across the empty streets.

Suddenly, a silent, intense light tore through the night.

This colorful aurora curtain, over 300 meters in diameter, unfolded without warning over the Taipei Basin, like a scroll unfurled by a god in mythology. The soft yet dazzling light instantly outlined the city's contours in exquisite detail. Chen Afu, a soldier from the 9th Military Police Regiment patrolling near Zhongshan Hall, was so startled by this sudden sight that he nearly dropped his M1 Garand rifle.

"What the hell is this? ...A ghost!!!" He screamed, his voice distorted with fear.

"Idiot! Look closely!" The experienced squad leader grabbed him, squinting his bloodshot eyes to examine him closely. "What ghost has such beautiful colors? This...this looks like some kind of weapon we've never seen before!"

At the center of the rainbow light, a three-meter-tall figure slowly materialized. The pink, white, and black armor shimmered with a liquid metallic sheen, and the enormous "∞" symbol on its chest flickered with a ghostly blue light. Its unique X-shaped compound eyes, like two high-precision scanners, coldly locked onto the Secret Service building below.

As the electronic eyes locked onto the gate, the two armed guards felt the barrels of their Thompson submachine guns suddenly heat up, almost too hot to hold. Before they could even sound an alarm, a cold, emotionless synthesized voice exploded in their minds:

"ATTACK RIDE! SLASH!"

With that battle cry, the Imperial Knight flicked his right hand, transforming his Cardcaptor Slayer into a streak of silver lightning. The sharp whistling of the blade cutting through the air perfectly drowned out the terrified gasps of the two guards. After a perfect cross slash, two heads wearing the Kuomintang crest flew high into the air, gushing blood splattering across the Imperial Knight's armor in a flamboyant red plum blossom pattern.

Wang Huanbo flicked the sticky blood off his sword, his electronic eye calmly scanning the building's interior: "Security level B+, annihilation mode recommended." His voice had a metallic quality, and the ground beneath his feet was no longer cold cement, but a hexagonal grid made of light energy, each step leaving a faint trace of light.

Act One: The Secret Service's Purgatory - Bloodbath in the Demon's Lair

Section 1: The Corridor of Death

Inside the hall, after receiving news of the enemy invasion, more than thirty plainclothes agents were busy around a large incinerator, attempting to destroy a batch of top-secret documents that could not be moved in time. Before they could even press the start button for the incinerator, Imperial Knight appeared at the doorway.

"Kamen Ride! Kabuto!"

The moment the insect compound eyes popped out from the back of the armor, the flow of time in the entire space suddenly slowed down. Wang Huanbo's figure turned into a pink afterimage, and Clock Up mode was activated! In the agents' terrified slow-motion reaction, the Decade's card-shaped sword drew deadly arcs.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The blades precisely severed everyone's ankles. Screams were drawn out, and blood gushed forth like fountains, forming winding streams on the marble floor. The entire hall instantly transformed into a living hell.

"Report... Chief! The gate... the gate has been breached by monsters!" A secret agent who was lucky enough to avoid having his Achilles tendons severed immediately struggled to crawl toward the telephone, his voice distorted by excruciating pain.

The desperate screams coming from the radio sent a shiver down the spine of Zhang Yanyuan, the director of the Security Bureau, who was hiding in his bulletproof office on the third floor. The thin director, less than 1.6 meters tall, was nervously counting the cyanide capsules in his drawer. He couldn't understand why the American-made M3 submachine guns and Browning pistols issued to the security forces were ineffective against this shimmering, shadowy monster.

"Bang--!!!"

The office's thirty-centimeter-thick oak door, along with the two armed guards behind it, was violently blasted apart! Splinters of wood and blood flew everywhere. The Imperial Knight grabbed one of the agents who was trying to raise his gun by the throat with one hand, slamming him against the wall like a sandbag; the muffled sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

"Where did you hide the formula for conducting live experiments on bacteriological weapons using Chinese People's Volunteer Army prisoners of war on the Korean battlefield?" Wang Huanbo, transformed into the Decade, asked coldly, his electronic eyes flashing red.

As blood flowed down the wall onto the expensive Persian carpet, Zhang Yanyuan finally saw the attacker's true face through the billowing dust—the armor on the chest was not engraved with the Kuomintang party emblem, but with a five-pointed star entwined with a dragon pattern!

Section Two: The Trial in the Archives

When Wang Huanbo, transformed into Kamen Rider Decade, kicked open the door to the third-floor archive, hundreds of agents were frantically stuffing brown paper bags labeled "Top Secret" and "Limited Access" into the incinerator. The acrid smell of flames licking at the paper mingled with the terrifying stench of human skin being burned by the intense heat.

"Kamen Ride! GUN!"

The card-shaped gun instantly transformed into a uniquely shaped silver pistol. Decade unleashed a 12-round burst, the diamond-shaped energy bullets precisely striking the core of each incinerator. The violent explosions turned the entire archive into an inferno.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wang Huanbo's electronic eye pierced through the flames, scanning the mountain of file boxes. X-rays revealed that one of the boxes, labeled "Northwest Bureau Action Division," contained a list of 387 assassination plots and detailed action plans for mainland military and political officials, orchestrated by the Kuomintang intelligence agencies between 1950 and 1958.

"Interesting..." Wang Huanbo sneered, extending his left hand, a pale blue vortex appearing in his palm. "These things should see the light of day again."

A flash of blue light, and all the file boxes vanished into his personal space as if swallowed by a black hole. A notification popped up on the space interface: [Collection complete: 387 top-secret files, totaling 127GB, including personnel lists, contact information, and action plans].

"You can't take these! That's the president..."

A hysterical scream came from behind Zhang Yanyuan. The Imperial Knight slowly turned around, his X-shaped compound eyes locking onto the pale-faced, short bureau chief.

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

Accompanied by rousing electronic music, countless knight cards converged above Zhang Yanyuan's head like a blood-red avalanche. The Emperor Knight's leg muscles tensed, and phantom energy wings composed of data particles unfurled behind him.

"DECADE KICK!"

With a roar, he swooped down like a meteor! The golden blade of light that condensed on his right leg struck Zhang Yanyuan precisely in the chest.

"boom--!!!"

An energy storm severed the entire building in half. When the smoke cleared, only the twisted steel skeleton stood forlornly amidst the ruins, its fractured surface shimmering with an eerie blue light. The once invincible headquarters of the Secret Service was now nothing but a pile of rubble billowing black smoke.

Act Two: Steel Graveyard - Destroying the War Machines

Section 1: The Funeral of the U2 at Taoyuan Air Force Base

An eerie silence hung over Taoyuan Airport before dawn. Four U-2 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, like giant silver birds, were neatly parked on the runway, as ground crew conducted final pre-flight checks. These "Black Widows" from the United States are a sword of Damocles hanging over the mainland, having repeatedly ventured deep into the interior for strategic reconnaissance.

"Report! Unidentified high-altitude heat source detected! Bearing 120 degrees! Altitude... cannot be determined!" The radar station's alarm suddenly sounded shrilly.

At this moment, Wang Huanbo had already appeared in the center of the tarmac. He raised his arm, and the energy ball that condensed in his palm melted several high-powered searchlights into molten iron, which dripped onto the ground with a "sizzling" sound.

"These eyes that spy on our motherland should go blind."

He took out the "Dragon Rider" card and inserted it into the riding manual.

"FINAL VENT!"

A crimson spear descended from the sky, carrying intense plasma heat, instantly melting through the nearest hangar. He then repeated the process, unleashing a series of flaming spears that precisely struck all four U-2 reconnaissance aircraft.

"Boom!"

The series of explosions unleashed a fireball tens of meters high. The U-2's prized titanium alloy fuselage twisted and deformed in the intense heat, tossing it into the air like a toy. The pilots watched in horror as their comrades, along with their seats, were torn apart by the shockwave, with no chance to eject.

(Equipment parameters)

摧毁装备：U-2高空侦察机×4、F-86战斗机×12、P-51野马战斗机×8

Collateral damage: Radar station x2, oil depot x1, ammunition depot x1

Personnel killed: 42, including ground crew and pilots.

Section Two: Zuoying Naval Port - The End of the Warships

As dawn broke, a large slick of black oil floated on the sea off Zuoying Naval Base in Kaohsiung. The once invincible destroyer "Danyang" (formerly the Japanese destroyer "Yukikaze") now lay listlessly on the dock like a dead fish, its hull riddled with honeycomb-like bullet holes. This warship, once considered a symbol of good fortune, was stained with the blood of Allied forces and Chinese soldiers and civilians, and now it faced its end.

"Is this the 'Yukikaze,' which transported Japanese troops during the Nanjing Massacre?" Wang Huanbo's fingertips traced the cold bridge railing, the rusty metal making a teeth-grinding sound. "Today, I'll send you, the culprits of war, back to the bottom of the sea to feed the sharks."

He switched to Decade Basic Form and removed the Predator Shoulder Cannon from his back.

"Faiz! BLAST!"

Golden energy flowed from the Decade Knight's right arm into the cannon barrel, and the Big Dipper pattern on the muzzle lit up one by one. The moment the charging was complete, a high-energy particle beam shot out like a laser, precisely piercing through the waterline of the "Danyang".

The gurgling sound of seawater rushing into the ship's cabin lasted for a full ten minutes. This warship, riddled with crimes, along with its full load of ammunition and fuel, completely disintegrated in the violent secondary explosion and finally disappeared beneath the undulating sea surface.

Sunken List:

Destroyer "Danyang" (formerly Yukikaze) x1

3 frigates

5 landing craft

Transport ship x2

Act III: The Return of Civilization - Gold and Treasures

Section 1: The Central Bank Treasury - The Final Plunder

The Taiwan Bank vault, thirty meters underground, had its half-meter-thick reinforced concrete door easily blasted open by the Imperial Knights' kick. The guard captain realized this was no ordinary robber. When he saw the five-pointed star emblem flashing on the intruder's chest, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"In 1948, 217 tons of gold were transported from Shanghai to Taiwan..." Wang Huanbo's electronic eye projected a holographic image, clearly showing the serial number and origin of the gold bars. "Adding the wealth plundered from the people over the years, it just adds up to 13000 tons."

"Ultra Telekinesis: Matter Traction!"

Like a golden torrent, the gold bars flew out of the safe on their own, converging in the air to form a dazzling ribbon of light before being absorbed into the user's personal space by a pale blue light shield. The gurgling sound of the flowing gold bars continued until sunrise.

When the last box of gold bricks disappeared into the interlayer of space, the old-fashioned clock on the wall stopped forever at 4:28—the moment in 1949 when the diarist announced the "Provisional Clauses for the Period of Mobilization for the Suppression of Rebellion" in Nanjing, a symbol of dictatorship and darkness.

Gold Details:

Shipments out of Shanghai in 1948: 217 tons

Looted between 1949 and 1958: Approximately 12783 tons

Total value: Approximately US$4.5 million (1958 exchange rate)

Note: Contains gold reserves plundered from China by various foreign powers.

Section 2: The Road Home for Cultural Relics Moved from the Palace Museum

In the bronze exhibition hall of the National Palace Museum in Taipei, emergency lights cast a cold, eerie glow on the inscription on the Mao Gong Ding. This important vessel from the late Western Zhou Dynasty, with its inscription inside being a crucial document for the study of Zhou Dynasty history, should rightfully be enjoying a prestigious position in the Palace Museum in Beijing.

"These things belong to all the Chinese people and should not be tarnished on this small island." Wang Huanbo took off his helmet, revealing a face no different from that of a tourist, but the sharpness in his eyes made any disguise seem superfluous.

The moment the blue light swept across the surface, the crackle patterns on the Ru ware celadon lotus-shaped warming bowl seemed to come alive, spreading and expanding. Only when he turned to leave, clutching the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" scroll, did the exhibition hall's high-tech alarm system beep belatedly.

List of cultural relics:

Bronze artifacts: 68 pieces including the Mao Gong Ding and the San Shi Pan.

Calligraphy and painting: 124 works including Wang Xizhi's "Letter After Snowfall" and Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Porcelain: 253 pieces including Ru ware lotus bowls and Guan ware tubular-ear vases.

Rare and valuable ancient books: thousands of volumes including rare editions of the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries).

Final Act: The Journey Home and the Vow of Rebirth

The curtains in the VIP ward of the military hospital were gently lifted by the morning breeze. Wang Huanbo had deactivated his Decade transformation and changed into a clean Zhongshan suit. He gazed quietly at his daughter, Yan Yan, in the incubator. The instruments next to the incubator displayed perfect physiological indicators. The little one seemed to sense her father's gaze, suddenly opened her bright black eyes, and grinned at him, revealing a toothless smile.

"She just... seemed to have called me 'Mom'." Lou Xiao'e's weak voice came from behind, tinged with surprise. A long-lost color returned to her pale face, and she reached out to grasp her husband's hand.

Wang Huanbo gently squeezed back, the warmth of his palm gradually warming her icy skin. The 13000 tons of gold inside his personal space would be Wang Huanbo's future confidence. He would find an opportunity to send the classified files from the CIA, the Special Higher Police, and the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to them later. As for the Japanese car manufacturing equipment and industrial blueprints, he planned to leave them to the Red Star United Industrial Corporation, which would give the Red Star Automobile Factory wings to take off in the future.

Overall, tonight was very fruitful!

The bugle call for morning exercises from the guard battalion drifted in from outside the window, signaling the start of a new day. Wang Huanbo gazed at the vast northern sky, where a new star was quietly rising—proof that he had torn through the darkness with his Imperial Knight armor, and an eternal vow to protect his small family and the great motherland behind him, a vow that would never change.