"Bastard!!!"
Steel Turner's face turned pale as he watched the soldier gradually fall outside the car window, but he remained slightly calm.
After all, as a battle-hardened soldier who experienced life and death on the battlefield, despite his confinement to a wheelchair, Steel Turner never forfeited his military discipline.
At this moment, he maintained clarity, and his hand slowly moved under his seat.
There, armed with a gun, lied his only chance of survival.
"Heh... So this is the famous Instructor Steel of the White War Department? I thought you'd be more impressive." With a slam, the door of the car Steel Turner was riding in was forcefully removed. Following that, a disheveled middle-aged man sneered at him.
"You're Greedy Wolf from the Deathz organization?" Steel Turner clutched the gun under his seat, his face ice-cold.
Within the Deathz organization, everyone had different identities and were often hidden in various part of the Dragon Realm.