Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Beijing was shrouded in the darkness of late autumn in 1958. The gray bricks and tiles of the west wing of courtyard house number 95 gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Wang Huanbo suddenly opened his eyes, a ghostly golden light flashing in his pupils—the light energy of the Ultra race flowing within them.

"Xiao'e?" he called softly. Lou Xiao'e, who was beside him, was breathing evenly, holding Yan Yan's little pillow in her arms. Ever since the baby turned one month old, the childcare worker, Aunt Zhang, had offered to let Yan Yan sleep in the west wing at night so as not to disturb the couple's rest.

Wang Huanbo rose quietly, his bare feet touching the cold floor tiles. He glanced at the clock on the wall—2:15 a.m., the dead of night. Through the window, he could see the shadow of the old locust tree in the courtyard swaying in the moonlight, like a menacing monster.

"Huanbo, are you going out again?" Lou Xiao'e suddenly spoke, startling Wang Huanbo.

"Did I wake you up?" Wang Huanbo turned around and saw his wife with her eyes half-open and a worried look on her face.

Lou Xiao'e sat up: "You've been sneaking out late at night lately, have you been going to... again?"

"Shh—" Wang Huanbo put his index finger to his lips, glanced out the window, and said, "Lin Zhan and the others might not be fast asleep yet."

Lou Xiao'e sighed and pulled a purse embroidered with a red star from under her pillow: "Take this with you; I got a good luck charm from it."

Wang Huanbo felt a warmth in his heart and took the purse, carefully putting it away. Ever since he returned from causing a ruckus in America, Japan, and the islands using the Decade Driver to avenge the enemy agents who attacked him and his wife, Lou Xiao'e had noticed his unusual behavior and was always worried about his safety.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." He bent down and kissed his wife's forehead. "You can go back to sleep."

After confirming that his wife had fallen asleep again, Wang Huanbo stood in the center of the room, his inner energy of light surging. He crossed his arms over his chest and whispered, "Ultra Flash!"

"Whoosh—"

A flash of white and golden light, and his figure vanished from the room in an instant. This move was Ultraman's teleportation ability; although the distance was limited, its advantage lay in its silence.

On the desolate land outside the capital, the night wind howled. Wang Huanbo's figure appeared out of thin air, the withered grass beneath his feet rustling softly. The occasional bark of a dog in the distance only emphasized the desolation of the place.

"This place should be safe now." Wang Huanbo looked around and, after confirming that no one was there, took out the treasure that the system had rewarded him with after his interdimensional adventure—the Decade Driver—from his personal space.

The silver-black belt gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the gem in the center shimmered with a scarlet light as if it were alive. It not only allowed him to transform into Kamen Rider Decade, but also granted him the ability to travel through time and space via the Aurora Veil.

"Unfortunately, the fusion with the driver isn't enough yet." Wang Huanbo stroked the surface of the driver. Like Tsukasa Kadoya, he can't use the Aurora Veil without transforming, but he can only use it when he's transformed into Kamen Rider Decade.

"Transform!"

Wang Huanbo suddenly fastened the driver to his waist, and the mechanical lock clicked shut automatically.

"Kamen Ride! Decade!"

As electronic sound effects exploded, a pinkish-black energy storm erupted instantly. A violent tornado of light enveloped him, and the armor components materialized one by one within the light—

First, the black main armor covered the entire body, as deep as an abyss; then, magenta stripes intertwined on the chest, like burning flames; finally, the green compound eyes on the helmet lit up, emitting a cold light.

"boom--!"

The shockwave from the transformation bent all the surrounding withered grass. Kamen Rider Decade - Wang Huanbo, officially debuts!

He flexed his wrists, feeling the surging power within him. This transformation was much smoother than the last one; it seemed his compatibility with the Driver was improving.

"Aurora Curtain, open!"

Wang Huanbo raised his hand and waved it, instantly distorting the space in front of him, and a magnificent aurora gate appeared out of thin air. The gate was filled with dazzling light, as if leading to another dimension.

Without hesitation, he stepped inside!

Secret Service Headquarters, Li Keqin's office.

The office was empty late at night, with only the ticking of the wall clock. On the desk sat a half-cold cup of tea, next to which was an open copy of the People's Daily, reporting on the Dragon Soar II computer, the latest development of the Red Star United Industrial Corporation.

The aurora curtain unfolded silently, and the figure of the Imperial Knight stepped out from within.

"This is it."

After looking around and confirming that it was safe, Wang Huanbo began to take things out of his personal space—or rather, to empty things out.

"Splash—"

First came the CIA's top-secret files: a half-meter-thick "List of Agents Undercover in China" slammed to the ground with a dull thud. Next came the Japanese Special Higher Police's "North China Sabotage Plan," three large volumes, each page stamped with a red "Top Secret" seal.

"This should keep Li Keqin busy for a while," Wang Huanbo muttered as he continued to rummage through the pile.

The Taiwanese Secret Service's "Assassination Orders"... These classified documents, which should have been hidden deep within the core of intelligence agencies in various countries, are now being dumped in offices as if they were free.

The files quickly piled up on his desk, filled the bookshelves, and eventually even flooded the floor. Wang Huanbo stood in this "sea of ​​files" and nodded in satisfaction.

"Done."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of paper from his spatial storage, and wrote on it with a fountain pen:

"Director Li, please handle these materials properly. Also, the newly developed CAD software at Hongxing Factory is very useful; I suggest its wider adoption. —A comrade who wishes to remain anonymous"

After writing it, he placed the note in the most conspicuous position on Hacken Lee's desk, then opened the Aurora Curtain again, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The following morning, at the Secret Service headquarters.

As usual, Hacken Lee walked towards his office with half a fried dough stick in his mouth and an enamel mug in his hand, humming a little tune.

"Good morning, Director Li!" A passing guard stood at attention and saluted.

"Good morning." Li Keqin nodded casually and took out his keys to open the door.

As soon as he inserted the key into the lock, he sensed something was wrong—it seemed like something was stuck in the crack of the door. He pushed hard—

"Splash!!!"

The mountain of documents poured out like an avalanche, instantly engulfing Li Keqin!

"Holy crap! What's going on?!"

Li Keqin scrambled out of the pile of documents, his fried dough sticks nowhere to be seen, and water from his teacup spilled all over him. He grabbed a document at random and took a closer look—

List of CIA Agents in China (Top Secret)

Grab another one—

"Japan's Special Higher Police's North China Sabotage Plan (Encrypted)"

Another one—

"Taiwanese Secret Service Assassination Target Files (Top Secret)"

"This...this..."

Li Keqin's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Any one of these documents, if leaked, would be enough to cause an international uproar!

"Guards! Guards!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The security guard on duty, Xiao Wang, rushed over in a panic: "Director Li, what happened?"

"Did anyone come into my office last night?" Li Keqin stared intently at him.

Xiao Wang looked bewildered: "No, we've been working in three shifts, and we haven't let a single fly in!"

Are you sure?

"Absolutely true! Last night, Lao Zhang and I were on duty. We stood guard at both ends of the corridor the whole time, and we didn't even dare to go to the toilet!"

Hacken Lee: "......"

He slowly turned around and looked at the office that was overflowing with documents, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"What the hell... is this?!"

At the same time, at courtyard house number 95.

Morning light streamed through the window into the bedroom in the west courtyard. Wang Huanbo stretched and got up feeling refreshed.

"Brother Bo, why are you up so early today?" Lou Xiao'e was combing her hair and looked at him in the mirror.

"A good night's sleep naturally leads to an early awakening." Wang Huanbo smiled, walked behind his wife, took the comb, and began to brush her long hair. "How did you sleep last night?"

Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes at him: "What do you think? Sneaking out in the middle of the night, do you think I wouldn't know?"

Wang Huanbo paused in his work, then smiled and said, "Isn't that why I'm back?"

"If you do this again, I'll have Lin Zhan and the others follow you," Lou Xiao'e said seriously as she turned around.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say." Wang Huanbo raised his hands in surrender, but in his heart he was thinking, how can I transform into Kamen Rider Decade with bodyguards around?

After washing up, Wang Huanbo pushed open the door. In the courtyard, his personal driver, Xiao Zhao, had already cleaned the Hongqi Xingyao S600L Guard bulletproof sedan, and the guards, brothers Lin Zhan and Lin Wei, were doing their morning exercises; the childcare worker, Aunt Zhang, was holding little Yan Yan, who had just woken up, basking in the sun in the courtyard.

"Good morning, Chief Engineer Wang!" everyone greeted him in unison.

"Good morning." Wang Huanbo smiled and nodded, then went over to tease his daughter, "Little Yan Yan, did you miss Daddy?"

The little girl babbled and reached out for a hug. Just as Wang Huanbo took the child, he heard a familiar, loud voice behind him:

"Huanbo! Are you up yet? I brought you breakfast!"

Sha Zhu, carrying a bamboo food box, burst into the west courtyard. He was no longer the eighth-grade chef of yesteryear, but the director of the canteen at the Red Star United Industrial Corporation's main factory, a deputy-department-level cadre!

"Brother Zhu, thank you for troubling me again." Wang Huanbo greeted him with a smile.

"No trouble at all, we're brothers!" Sha Zhu placed the food box on the stone table, lifted the lid, and the aroma of steaming hot buns immediately filled the air. "Freshly steamed beef and scallion filling, I knew you liked it, so I specially saved it for you."

Wang Huanbo felt a warmth in his heart. He and Sha Zhu had grown up together since childhood, their bond even stronger than that of blood brothers. Even now, one was the chief engineer and the other the canteen manager, they still treated each other like children.

Secret Service Headquarters, Li Keqin's office.

After three hours of sorting, the documents were finally categorized and stacked. Li Keqin wiped the sweat from his brow and picked up the mysterious note on his desk.

"CAD software? Red Star Factory?"

He frowned, then suddenly remembered something, quickly walked to the window, and looked at the Red Star United Industrial Corporation building in the distance.

"Could it be him?"

Previously, an attack by enemy agents occurred at the wedding of Sha Zhu and Yu Li. At that time, the enemy agents had already stormed into the west courtyard where Lou Xiao'e lived. This forced Wang Huanbo, who was worried about his pregnant wife, to show his skills to the outside world. This aroused Li Keqin's suspicion when he investigated the enemy agent attack and attempted to kidnap Chief Engineer Wang's family.

As a veteran revolutionary who spent his life in counter-espionage work and was revered by the enemy as the King of Red Agents, he began to suspect Wang Huanbo after witnessing his superhuman skills firsthand. However, after Wang Huanbo returned from studying in the United States, he first donated 5000 million US dollars in foreign exchange to the country. Later, after becoming the chief engineer of what was then called the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, he successively developed world-leading three-axis CNC machine tools, electronic computers, and various automobiles that could earn foreign exchange for the country's exports. He also presided over the development of the Ark Reactor in the Northwest, which ensured that the Northwest region would never run out of power!

Li Keqin could never doubt such a selfless person who was constantly working to break through the technological blockade imposed by Western imperialism.

Afterwards, Li Keqin reported the investigation process and his suspicions about Wang Huanbo to the instructor. The instructor laughed at Li Keqin's suspicions and said to Li Keqin in a thick Hunan accent, "It's normal for an outstanding comrade like Wang Huanbo to have some little secrets that we don't know!"

Li Keqin shook his head, finding the idea absurd. Wang Huanbo was indeed a rare genius in the fields of mechanical engineering, electrification, and electronics, but to say he could infiltrate intelligence agencies of various countries undetected and steal secrets...

"Director Li!" The secretary rushed in, flustered. "The minister wants you to go to the conference room immediately!"

"What's wrong?"

"We just received urgent messages from the CIA headquarters, the Japanese Special Higher Police, and the Taiwanese Security Service, stating that their most confidential archives have been stolen!"

Li Keqin's hand trembled, and the note fluttered to the ground. He slowly turned around, looked at the room full of documents, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Who the hell did this?!"