The Strongest Devil King

South American Battlefield

Deep in the Andes Mountains, Shadow Legion Commander Alex Wolfe had just crushed a man's throat with his bare hands.

The man was the leader of South America's largest drug cartel alliance, "Blood Skull." Even in his final moments, he believed his base was impregnable.

But the facts proved him wrong.

Alex stood atop the mountain, overlooking the Andes.

At his feet lay countless corpses in pools of blood.

These people were all members of "Blood Skull" - South America's largest drug cartel alliance and one of the underworld's three major powers.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

"Three days. Pay us back one million dollars, or your daughter at Tranquil Hospital..."

A text message with no signature, no prefix, just a few brief lines.

Alex Wolfe, with his hands still covered in blood, saw this cryptic message and chose to ignore it.

He'd never been married. How could he have a wife?

Just as he was about to delete the message, another text popped up:

"Hospitals aren't very safe at night. Something might happen if no one's watching over her."

"As for your wife, Erica Smith, she won't be so lucky! I'll send her to a brothel to work. Might even make some money off her."

Seeing the name "Erica Smith," Alex's eyes turned cold.

"Commander!"

The countless Shadow Legion warriors around him, drenched in blood, were shaken by this aura, dropping to one knee in unison.

Everyone was deeply shocked, their facial muscles twitching.

What happened to the Commander?

Why was he erupting with such earth-shattering fury?

"Erica's in danger!"

Alex tried calling back.

The other party hung up directly, only replying with a text: [We're in Boston. No phone calls!]

Alex struggled to suppress his rage and typed: [Wait for me. I'll be there today!]

Then he turned and gave a cold command, "Prepare the plane!"

"Destination Boston. Take off now. Anyone who tries to stop us, whether in the air or on the ground, will be treated as an enemy."

Before his words faded, his figure had already become a black lightning bolt, heading straight for the military airfield through the emergency passage.

Inside the private jet.

Alex sat in the cabin, unable to calm his emotions.

Seven years ago, he was betrayed by his organization and hunted to near death.

Shot three times, he fled from an assassination scene in New York all the way to Boston, bleeding the entire way, his consciousness gradually fading.

When he collapsed by a garbage pile in an alley, he was ready to die.

Erica found him.

That twenty-year-old medical school intern, getting off work at 2 AM and passing through that alley, should have looked away.

In Boston's West End at night, such things weren't uncommon.

But she didn't.

She dragged him back to her tiny apartment and used her limited medical knowledge to clean and stitch his wounds.

For three days and nights, she barely slept, repeatedly stopping his hand from reaching for his gun, saying, "Here, you're safe."

That period was the darkest time in Alex's life.

He wanted to die.

But Erica made him different meals every day, though they didn't taste great. She forced him to bathe, saying, "You stink so bad my flowers are wilting." When he had nightmares, she sat by his bed, softly humming an unknown lullaby.

A month later, his wounds healed.

That girl was the only light that shone into his dark life.

To gain the power to protect that light, after recovering, he joined America's most classified special forces unit, "Iron Claw."

Four years ago, after a brutal mission, only six members of his "Iron Claw" First Squad survived.

He received secret orders from the highest level: leave military service, lead the five surviving comrades, and form "Shadow Legion" - operating outside all national systems, becoming a hidden blade protecting national interests.

From then on, he would remain unknown.

In the darkness, he would build America's first line of defense beyond its borders.

Even if he fell into the darkness, he could only become a ghost known to no one.

All of this.

Alex accepted willingly.

Because protecting America also meant protecting the light that illuminated his life.

And he, Alex Wolfe, was Shadow Legion's supreme commander.

More importantly, he was currently ranked first on the global top 100 warriors list and the most mysterious "God of Punishment"!

The other four were Shadow Legion's four infamous generals.

Shadow Legion didn't belong to any country or organization - it existed independently from all parties.

Neither righteous nor evil.

But all core members of superpowers knew clearly: if you want to mess with America, better not let Shadow Legion find out.

"Erica Smith..."

Alex's thoughts returned to that farewell night seven years ago.

To avoid dragging her down, he decided to leave without saying goodbye.

But Erica seemed to sense it and threw him a farewell party.

That night, they both drank heavily. Alcohol mixed with sorrow, and they couldn't help themselves...

He thought it was just drunken foolishness, thought she would later meet someone better, marry a clean man, and have a complete family.

"A six-year-old daughter..."

That night seven years ago... a six-year-old daughter!

Could it be that night...

That child might be his blood.

At this thought, Alex's lips began to tremble.

Even though he was the cold and ruthless Shadow Legion Commander, the spiritual leader of a hundred thousand subordinates, his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Thinking that the person he fought so hard to protect hadn't found peace.

Thinking that the little girl who might share his blood could be harmed at any moment, his heart felt as if it were being stabbed by knives.

"Ahhh!!!"

Guilt, remorse, and heartbreak swept over him. Alex could no longer suppress it and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Whoever dared harm them!

He would crush them to dust, grind their bones to ashes, make them regret ever being born!

"Commander, approaching U.S. airspace."

"But American Air Force fighters are here, saying we didn't file a flight plan and demanding we turn back immediately!"

A crew member urgently reported the situation.

Alex stood up abruptly and strode to the communications station behind the cockpit, personally connecting to the U.S. military's highest command channel.

Without wasting words, he said directly, "This is Shadow Legion Commander Alex Wolfe, heading to Boston for urgent business. Anyone who delays me will face the consequences."

The channel fell instantly silent.

"My people are in danger in Boston!"

Alex's voice carried no emotion. "Anyone who stops me for even a second will make the U.S. mainland my primary target."

With that, he unilaterally cut the communication.

If they continued blocking him, he would force his way through.

He didn't mind disobeying orders and making all of America his enemy!