Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Wendart Erebus hated outsiders.

Growing up in Blue County, Windate, under the tutelage of his football player father, harbored resentment towards various non-white groups from a young age.

Despite living in the same downtown area, a "land of exile" where the summer is filled with the pungent smell of urine and the streets are littered with frozen corpses in the winter, Wintert always felt that the illegal immigrants were taking over the living space of the natives.

The dark-skinned devil has created a chaotic and disorderly situation, while the yellow-skinned monkey has taken the job of my laid-off father. Basically, people with colored skin are all bad news.

After graduating from high school, Windat was unable to go to college because his unemployed father could not afford the high student loan amount.

Ambitious Windat was clearly not content to stop there; he set his sights on Amerigo's nominally largest institution of violence:

army.

With his mother's blessings and his father's rare praise, Windat boarded the train to his unit, bidding farewell to the land of Hills.

What's next?

The cause of justice, lasting freedom, the dawn of the Odyssey...

Like all veterans who underwent physical modifications, Windat traversed the military tunnels built by Amerigo Veterans for the Iron Curtain, plundering the resources this free land needed.

He never counted how many wars he had participated in.

He only remembered that from the first time he miraculously crawled down from the battlefield, every time he escaped death, he would add a tattoo to his left arm.

My left arm was already covered in tattoos, and my right arm had also become a mottled mess.

Like all modified warriors, Wintert suffered from numerous injuries and relied on enhancers to maintain his modified organs and keep his young body able to withstand pain.

Unlike most modified warriors, Windat had no psychological trauma.

In ten years of fighting, he had never seen a psychologist.

Over the course of ten years, Wendart lost count of how many elderly, women, and children he killed, and how many non-white Native Americans he pulled the trigger on.

Like any normal person, he would see pairs of eyes staring at him in his dreams as he lay dying.

Curses, pleas, despair, sorrow...

The difference is that Wintert will not "suddenly repent," but instead, he will have a good night's sleep because of these "wonderful memories" that come to mind.

He revels in the bloodshed of other races, a habit he has maintained for ten years.

He felt like a righteous pirate from a fairy tale, sailing on Amerigo Vessel, singing melodious ship songs, stepping into land after land, plundering more modern "gold coins".

But like pirates in fairy tales, they met a bad end.

He retired ten years ago.

Adorned with medals, Wendart returned home in glory, just as he had imagined.

But unlike his imagination, his parents did not come to greet him.

Instead, he went to the hospital in the central district and saw his father, who was on his deathbed.

Erebus Sr. suffered from numerous joint injuries during his early years as a rugby player, often experiencing sleepless nights due to pain.

While Wendart was serving in the military, Amerigo promoted a magical tranquilizer.

Once the small white pill went down his throat, old Erebus could close his eyes and enjoy a peaceful night.

The doctor was very generous when prescribing this medicine, giving a generous dosage so that old Erebus wouldn't need to come back for six months.

But that was only for the first six months.

In the second half of the year, when the doctor prescribed the same dosage, old Erebus saw the bottom of the medicine bottle after four months.

Four months, three months, two months, one month...

Until the doctor couldn't help but ask, "Hey! Erebus, did you eat this thing like candy?"

Old Erebus then shared with the doctor a different method of taking the medicine, which he had learned from a street thug.

Place the pills on the table, grab a spoon or plastic sheet, crush them into powder, and inhale the powder all at once through your nose.

"This works so much faster, doctor! My buzzing head calms down instantly!"

The doctor was speechless.

He immediately called the pharmaceutical company and reported, "That outer delay coating—yes, the one you advertise as preventing addiction—is completely useless. Licking it off with saliva is foolish enough; some people are already crushing it into powder and inhaling it through their noses!"

The first thing Wendarton did upon returning to his hometown was to take off his military uniform adorned with medals and rush to the hospital to visit his elderly father, who was suffering from kidney failure.

Fortunately, his father survived to see Windat one more time.

Unfortunately, Windat had no way to save his father except to see him one last time.

Erebus the Elder eventually passed away amidst painful spasms.

Overwhelmed with grief, the mother also passed away not long after.

With his parents gone and his retirement benefits being cut in various ways, his body, bearing hidden injuries, constantly reminds Windat that he is no longer young, especially under the sea breeze of Hills.

He became increasingly depressed day by day.

Wintert forgot how he got through that period.

Leaving the military means losing the maintenance of vital organs, causing the body's various indicators to age rapidly.

In less than five years, Wendart, burdened with numerous ailments, became old and frail.

Until a few years ago, on a rainy night.

Perhaps drowning his sorrows in alcohol, or perhaps trying to numb the pain in his body, Wendart staggered drunkenly to his doorstep. In a daze, he saw a figure approaching from the street.

He braced himself, trying to see who it was.

But a light blue syringe caught my eye first.

Wendart recognized him as a recruit he had trained in the army.

"Thank you, but I never want to touch anything ghostly again in my life."

Wintert gently pushed the syringe away.

The drug that killed his father was a corrupted oral version of a military-grade enhancement agent. He never wanted to touch such demonic drugs again in his life.

"Sir, don't you want revenge?"

The younger generation's words drifted into my ears along with the pattering rain.

Wintert raised a brow with his drunken eyes. "Revenge? Revenge against whom?"

"The whole of Amerigo."

A sinister glint flashed in Wendart's eyes.

He trembled as he took the pale blue syringe handed to him by his junior and slammed it onto the modified injection port.

That night, the Lower City lost an old soldier whose family was destroyed.

That night, a demon appeared in the lower city.

With his terrifying combat experience and merciless judgment, the Heartless Winterdart led the Sea Dragons, a war gang composed of white men and veterans, to become one of the top five organizations in the Lower City in just six months.

After establishing a foothold, the Hailong Society, through connections with former military personnel, colluded with the upper echelons of Hills and virtually monopolized the city's military enhancement agent business.

The Sea Dragon Society once became the most powerful gang in the lower city, squeezing out other smaller gangs and forcing them to find alternative paths, such as making inferior enhancement agents.

Everyone was shocked by Windat's terrifying military thinking and swift and decisive methods, but no one knew what was brewing in his mind.

This butcher, reborn with enhancement agents, seems to have no attachment to wealth, money, or status. Even at victory celebrations after conquering new territories, his subordinates rarely raise a glass.

He always liked to stand by the window, gazing at the sky, as if there were something there.

Until this winter, the Purple Light Cult suddenly announced that it would eliminate the enhancer and launch a holy war.

The Sea Dragon Society, as the leader, quickly rallied the gangs that had not been destroyed by the Purple Light Sect to form the Great Vortex War Gang.

From then on, Wintert's eyes became even more profound.

The power of the Great Vortex continues to increase. Wendart somehow acquired a destroyer named "Porter" and commissioned technicians to modify it with a missile system.

They even somehow acquired a group of rat-men with slanted jaws to serve as soldiers.

It was after that that rumors began to circulate among the servants that Wintert had kept an unknown pet in his office, and that squeaking could be heard occasionally.

Undeterred by the rumors, Windat remained out of sight, shuttling between various suppliers, and batches of arms were shipped to the Whirlpool warehouse by sea.

He received the message yesterday.

"King Squich is losing patience."

Wendart's perpetually cold eyes finally revealed a hint of excitement.

At his command, a missile was launched into the Purple Light Cult district. His scouts later reported no casualties, which did not surprise him; he continued to live a secluded life.

"Knock knock knock..."

A rapid knocking came at the door.

Frustrated, Windat put down the supplies dispatch document, got up, and opened the door.

An Asian face came into view. This made Windat, who disliked people of color, subconsciously frown.

"Wendart Erebus, nicknamed the Heartless One." The Eastern man held up a form with his photo on it. "Is that you?"

"You let a yellow-skinned monkey like you into my office? Did the security guard take too much performance-enhancing drugs last night?"

Winter frowned and reached out to grab the other person's neck.

He is indeed the top leader of the gang, but at the same time, he is also the most experienced enhanced warrior in the entire lower city.

In his eyes, ordinary people are no different from chicks, and can be easily strangled.

At the same time, a glowing green light appeared in the eyes of the Easterner, who unceremoniously reached out and grabbed Wintert's arm.

The veteran was horrified to discover that he was no match for the 1.9-meter-tall "yellow-skinned monkey" in front of him, and his arm was clamped and he couldn't move!

"King Squich is very displeased with your betrayal. Would you like to explain yourself first, or should I escort you before him?"