No one would ever underestimate any battlefield marauder crowned with the title "King of War," but when seven Kings of War were rescued and fled with Edward Baldwin and Miss Cat, they were ignored—completely ignored.

Denmark, at the foot of the Greenland glacier.

This was a tactical assault squad composed of members from multiple countries, seven people in total. You could not find any trace of identity from their unmarked clothing, nor could you see their true faces beneath the camouflage paint covering their faces.

The only thing visible was their eyes: calm as ice, sharp as a falcon, composed like the ancient, eternally silent surface of the glacial lake that has existed here for millions of years.

They would complete the assassination of Edward Baldwin and the others deep within the Greenland glacier—or be killed themselves.

Sniper Storm, the world record holder for sniper legends; The Hunter, the king of assassins; Evil Tooth, the most notorious war beast on the planet, bar none; The Precisionist, who can create sniper legends and also end them; The Pope, the irreplaceable king among professional soldiers; Blood Coral, the flower of death, a woman deeply feared by the entire squad; War Ready, a madman whose presence means war is inevitable.

“Our target is the Crimson Butcher. Remember, under any circumstances, our primary objective is only one—the Crimson Butcher!” The acting squad leader, The Precisionist, reminded them once again.

This could not be ignored—their only target was Edward Baldwin. Even if he was surrounded by Kings of War, they were only secondary objectives.

“I’ll stab my knife into his skull and taste the Crimson Butcher’s fresh brain matter.” Evil Tooth licked his lips forcefully, a red gleam in his eyes.

“Either let the Crimson Butcher become a legend in the world of snipers, or let my legend continue.” Sniper Storm gently stroked the cold body of his gun.

“I like the Crimson Butcher.” Blood Coral revealed an incredibly seductive smile, playing with her pinky as she spoke: “Because he excites me—truly excites me.”

The Precisionist ignored the other team members and fixed his gaze on War Ready: “Ready, I know you once worked with the Crimson Butcher at the multinational intelligence sharing office. I don’t know why the higher-ups sent you, but since you’re here, you have to tell your teammates everything you know.”

Six pairs of eyes all turned to Ready, waiting for him to reveal everything he knew. For a tactical squad united by a common goal, trust and intelligence sharing are the primary prerequisites, whether the team is newly formed or has worked together for a long time. When you are part of a team, you are an indispensable part of it—you are a whole.

“Damn!” War Ready cursed, pulled out a worn notebook, and threw it on the ground: “This is everything about Edward Baldwin. For the so-called bullshit justice, I betrayed him. Don’t worry, I won’t have mercy on your lives, and I won’t have mercy on my own. Guys, what awaits you is either life or death. As for me, only death.”

What was about to unfold was a world-class showdown between kings—no victory or defeat, only life and death.

The Precisionist opened the first page of the notebook and began to read.

To survive, he had to learn everything about Edward Baldwin; to survive, he had to calculate every detail to perfection.

The notebook recorded everything about Edward Baldwin, the handwriting was Edward Baldwin’s—it was Edward Baldwin’s diary. There was no more detailed information than this.

As he read, The Precisionist let out a long sigh and uttered two words: A legend!

A legend—this is a word worthy of anyone’s reverence; a legend—this is the most typical hymn to a hero; a legend represents a milestone, an unsurpassable existence.

In The Precisionist’s eyes, only the word “legend” could summarize Edward Baldwin’s growth. And now, they were about to fight to the death with a legend...

Chapter 0003: Four Martyrs in One Family

1993, autumn.

Dabie Mountains, Xiake Ridge.

This was a mountain ridge almost forgotten by people—craggy rocks, dense trees, overgrown weeds. Although not far from the city, almost no one set foot here, except for a small quarry.

If there was anything special about this ridge, it was its name—rumored to be named after Xu Xiake.

But at ten o’clock this morning, this nearly untouched ridge was surrounded by thousands of fully armed soldiers. One military vehicle after another caused a commotion throughout the city, with everyone speculating about what had happened at Xiake Ridge.

“Listen up! This is not just a hostage rescue mission—it’s an extremely serious political task!” At the foot of the mountain, an officer with a colonel’s insignia on his shoulder glared sharply, swinging his right hand down with a low roar: “I don’t care what methods you use, you must rescue that child unharmed.”

Standing before the colonel was a special forces unit famous throughout the country: the Black Berets.

The Black Berets were few in number, just over a hundred. But each one was battle-hardened, skilled in all kinds of combat environments, and had completed countless missions—truly a force of tigers and wolves.

“We guarantee to complete the mission!” Over a hundred powerful voices rang out in unison, carrying a fierce and chilling determination.