[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Don't touch her!

The roar that came out of his throat was so hoarse it didn't sound human.

The fingernail dug deeply into the palm, and blood immediately seeped out!

He held that position for a while, then blankly withdrew his hand.

When he saw the bright red blood on his palm, the image began to blur, slowly overlapping with the color that had splattered on her neck in his memory.

Bright red, viscous...

"what--!"

Koenig screamed in pain, grabbed his mask with both hands, and fell unconscious from the meter-high wooden box.

Luo Wei immediately took two steps back, looking at him with concern along with the others.

Koenig lay on the ground, in the same position he had been in front of her that day.

In her mind, those images washed over her like a tidal wave: her terrified pupils, the hideous gash on her neck, the military knife stained with her blood, and her gradually weakening breath.

Every detail was as sharp as a dagger, stabbing into his temple and stirring wildly!

"Calm down, Koenig!"

Luo Wei's anxious voice seemed to travel through a thick film of water to his ears.

He began to hug himself, trembling violently, cold sweat gradually soaking through his shirt and sticking to his back like python scales.

"Don't go..."

A soft sound arose; it was him muttering to himself.

"What did you say? What did you say...?"

The girl's last words, left unfinished, stuck in his throat, like bubbles rising and bursting with a "pop," amplifying infinitely deep within his eardrums, causing him internal organs to ache.

What did he forget? Forgot what? He didn't want to forget; he only wanted...

"I want yn..."

Koenig's voice gradually grew louder, then turned into a hoarse roar.

"I want yn! I want yn! I need her!"

His eyes suddenly turned red, and tears kept flowing.

The once tall and mighty man now pleaded weakly into the void:

"Please, don't touch her, kill me! Kill me!"

Then came a string of resentful curses:

"You damned dog, you scum! I'll kill you! I'll crush that disgusting hand of yours, I..."

"I...how could I be so useless? I can't protect you. I'm not good enough. I don't deserve it..."

"Princess, save me! Please say something to me..."

His frantic clutching of his mask and the fabric in front of his chest, his incoherent speech and trembling body revealing his collapse to everyone present.

Acute post-traumatic stress reaction, and a tendency toward mental confusion.

"sedative!"

Luo Wei immediately shouted.

"The tranquilizer has arrived!"

A dozen seconds later, Lina ran back with a vial of injectable sedative and handed it to Rowe.

She dared not approach.

Lowe approached Koenig with the tranquilizer, intending to inject him, but was intimidated by Koenig's violent gaze.

He then looked at the others, and immediately two male soldiers stepped forward to subdue Koenig.

But at this moment, the chaotic and irritable Koenig was beyond their ability to subdue. Not only did they fail to subdue him, but they were also pinned down by him.

Just as Koenig's fist was about to land, a figure rushed over, knocked Koenig down, and then tightly gripped his arm to prevent him from resisting.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up!"

Ghost roared, and two male soldiers immediately stepped forward to hold Koenig down, while Lowe quickly injected Koenig with a sedative.

As Koenig's body gradually went limp and his breathing began to calm, the ghost released his restraints.

"Take a break, Koenig."

After whispering a comforting remark, Ghost and Rowe together put the person back on the wooden box to lie down.

Looking at Koenig's open eyes but his dazed and quiet demeanor, Ghost lowered his gaze.

"Re-bandage him."

After saying that, he immediately turned and left.

One dose of tranquilizer was enough to keep Koenig quiet until the plane landed. In the meantime, he needed to make arrangements to avoid agitating Koenig and causing severe post-traumatic stress disorder.

In that case... he would be forced to suspend his work if he failed the psychological evaluation.

Ghost walked to the front cabin, opened the isolation door, and saw Nikoto and Kruger sitting on either side. Kruger leaned against the bulkhead, tilting his head to look at the sunlight and white clouds outside the window.

Meanwhile, Nikoto was wiping his gun with his hand and stomping on someone with his foot.

The person he was stepping on, with disheveled clothes and hair, and gunshot wounds on his shoulder and back, was Reina.

"Still not awake?"

The ghost asked in a low voice, then closed the door behind him.

Nicoto shook his head: "He's neither awake nor dead, he's like a monster."

When he pronounced the word "monster," his tone was both disgusted and excited.

Finally, there is something even stranger than him in this world.

Moreover... studying him might save Angel!

Thinking of this, Nicoto's eyes turned red with excitement, and he increased the pressure on Reina's foot, so much so that one could almost hear a slight cracking sound.

"Let him breathe a sigh of relief; we still need to pry the questions out of him."

The ghost stepped forward and kicked Nicoto's foot away.

"Didn't we put bait in the water?"

Kruger asked without turning his head.

"Waiting for a fish to bite takes time and luck, and I don't like to wait passively."

Kruger scoffed, "I hope you don't follow in his footsteps; the little squirrel will be very disappointed."

When Reina allowed the ghost to choose, he was already instilling in him the same experiences and pain he had suffered.

Having experienced the loss of his lover and companions, and facing the self-serving orders from above, the already tormented ghost felt even more powerless and resentful. These repressed emotions were like a muffled thunderbolt planted in his heart.

One day, it might explode.

The ghost paused upon hearing this, then retorted in a hoarse but firm voice:

"I won't."

Kruger raised his hand and clapped lazily and casually, as if applauding him.

"Very noble."

It's a pity...

Kruger looked up and met the pair of reddened eyes opposite him, then turned his head away again, looking out the window with boredom.

Golden light pierced through the clouds outside the window, bringing light to the darkness below—a magnificent and sacred sight.

Yet it was also false and fleeting.

ch.340: She's not dead!

You've been adrift at sea for almost three days, and you've been anxious and uneasy for those three days.

During that time, I was afraid I would suddenly disappear. You haven't even said goodbye to Koenig yet, you still...

You want to see them one more time.

Humans are greedy when they are human, and they are still greedy when they are ghosts.

The closer we got to parting, the more painful and reluctant it felt, like having my flesh torn apart.

Perhaps it was because of the pent-up anxiety that when you got off the ship and saw three familiar men in a secluded narrow passage, you immediately floated over at full speed, almost losing contact with your body.

Simon, you've come to pick me up!

You circled the ghost, your tone cheerful.

Then he stared at Nicoto for a while, and sighed with satisfaction:

Good, you look much better.

Then, you looked at Kruger behind you, who was standing with his arms crossed and eyes downcast, and hummed softly:

Since you've already come all this way, why pretend to be cool?

Unlike your excitement, the three men remained silent, creating a somber atmosphere.

As the refrigerated truck drew closer, the somber atmosphere became increasingly pronounced.

Soap parked the car on the side of the road, and Ghost quickly walked over, opened the trunk, and after checking that you were in good health, opened the passenger door of the refrigerated truck.

Soap immediately got into the driver's seat.

Seeing this, Kruger and Nicoto had no choice but to get into the SUV that had arrived, along with their two other teammates.

They are currently in a Turkish port, and to get back to their base, they would have to drive across the territories of both countries – this is the inconvenience of sea transport.

However, in order to avoid blatant special treatment and to consider the feelings of others, the regulations stipulate that the body can only be disposed of by relatives or privately.

"When we get back to base, I'll get her a set of clothes. You can help her change."