Formation of the Special Operations Team

Death Island.

After several days, Sauron and the others had fully adapted to their dramatically increased strength.

That morning.

Led by Emma, the nine of them arrived at the camp where the more than five hundred soldiers were stationed.

By then, wooden cabins had already been built throughout the camp.

As soldiers, wilderness survival was one of the most basic skills. Besides, this hardly counted as wilderness survival—the camp had all kinds of construction machinery.

Following a sharp whistle.

All the soldiers soon lined up neatly in a huge open space at the center of the camp.

At the front of the camp stood a wooden platform raised half a meter above the ground.

Seeing that the soldiers below had all assembled, Emma stepped onto the platform.

"For the next period of time, Colonel Sauron will serve as your chief instructor and put you through half a month of special training. Soldiers who successfully pass the training will qualify to join the Special Operations Team!"

"Excuse me, ma'am. May I ask what benefits there are to joining the Special Operations Team?"

A soldier standing in the front row raised his hand after hearing this.

"Of course!"

Emma nodded.

"After joining the Special Operations Team, not only will your pay double, but you will also receive a mysterious gift. As for what that gift is, you will only find out after earning the qualification!"

The moment they heard this, hushed discussions broke out among the ranks.

The reason these people had joined a private army like this was not for lofty ideals or ambitions. They were here for money, nothing more.

And now they were being told that joining the Special Operations Team would directly double their pay.

How could they not be excited?

Colonel Harry, standing off to the side, saw the eager expressions on the soldiers' faces, and his heart sank.

He understood perfectly well that no soldier could refuse such a reward.

After all, these soldiers were all desperadoes who risked their lives for dollars. If they had any loyalty, it was to money. Compared with money, even he, their commander, had to step aside.

Besides, once the Special Operations Team was established, what would become of him, the commander of the original unit?

After pondering for a moment, he stepped forward from the side.

"May I ask who will serve as the commander of this Special Operations Team?"

At that, Emma glanced at Harry.

She naturally understood what he meant.

"The Special Operations Team is trained and organized by Mr. Sauron, so naturally, he will serve as its instructor!"

Harry's expression darkened upon hearing that.

In his view, whether in terms of seniority or ability, he was the most suitable candidate to command the Special Operations Team.

After all, he was already the commander of this force.

Baron Strucker had not told him that they were now captives, spoils of war taken by the other side.

After arriving on the island, although their weapons had not been returned to them, their freedom had not been restricted either.

Over the past few days, he had taken several walks around the island.

He had discovered that aside from the people from their base, there were hardly any outsiders.

To him, these people were merely new recruits brought in by Baron Strucker.

"May I ask which unit Mr. Sauron previously served in?"

Sauron chuckled upon hearing this and stepped out from the formation of nine.

"I never served in any unit. I was only a mercenary before this!"

After hearing Sauron's introduction, Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and spoke with renewed confidence.

"In that case, I believe I am more suitable than Sauron to serve as chief commander!"

Emma had no interest in wasting time with them here.

She turned toward Sauron.

"I'll leave it to you!"

With that, Emma turned and left.

When it came to training soldiers, Harry might have been better than Sauron.

But the Special Operations Team would mainly carry out solo assassinations or coordinated small-unit operations in the future.

In that regard, Sauron, as a mercenary, was undoubtedly far superior to Harry, who came from a conventional military background.

And in terms of individual combat ability, the two were not even in the same league.

This so-called Colonel Harry was probably no different from a toy in their hands.

She had been busy with the island's construction plans lately and had barely had time to cultivate. Rather than stay here and watch them crush weaklings, she might as well go back and spend more time practicing the Phantom Demon Secret Art.

The more she cultivated and studied it, the more she discovered the secret art's power.

And the greater her reverence for Xu Mo became.

Harry, left behind, watched Emma leave without another word, and anger appeared on his face.

This was naked contempt for him.

Sauron, standing nearby, saw the fury on his face.

"Enough. We all know exactly what you're thinking!"

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

"Halena, step out!"

As his words fell, a somewhat petite woman stepped out from the line behind him.

"As long as you can last half a minute against Halena, I'll hand over the commander's position with both hands!"

After hearing Sauron's words, the rage in Harry's eyes nearly burst forth.

This was a tremendous insult to him.

He was an instructor of the former United States Special Forces, yet he was being humiliated like this.

"You damned bastard! I'll shove your head up your ass!"

With that, the enraged Harry lunged directly at Sauron like a cheetah.

Harry's proud speed looked like slow motion to Sauron. He could clearly see even the tightened muscles in Harry's arms and the facial muscles trembling with each stride.

Since the man refused to know his place, Sauron saw no reason to go easy on him.

He raised his right leg and gave a light kick.

Harry only saw a blur flash past before an overwhelming force struck his abdomen.

Then his body flew backward out of control.

After flying more than ten meters, he slammed viciously into a tree behind him.

Only then did he feel a piercing pain shoot through his abdomen. His entire body curled into the shape of a shrimp under the agony.

The soldiers below, who had been whispering among themselves, instantly fell silent at the sight.

It was not because their former commander had been beaten.

To these soldiers, soldiering was merely a job. Harry was no more than a supervisor in the eyes of company employees.

Would employees unite in outrage after seeing their boss get beaten up?

What a joke. It would be a miracle if they did not applaud in celebration.

What shocked them was that this was the first time they had seen someone kick a person more than ten meters away in real life.

Sauron noticed the expressions on the soldiers' faces as well.

At once, he decided to raise their morale.

He walked over to a coconut tree as thick as a bowl.

His right leg lashed out swiftly. After a dull boom, the coconut tree snapped about a meter above the ground.

Watching the coconut tree slowly topple over, the soldiers' expressions became even more vivid.

"Are you all curious about the special reward for joining the Special Operations Team? I can tell you that the reward is related to improving your own strength. As long as you receive it, every one of you will have a chance to reach my level—or become even stronger!"

After hearing Sauron's words.

The soldiers all looked at him with blazing eyes.

What soldier did not long to possess great strength?

Seeing the looks in their eyes, Sauron nodded.

"Next, all of you will be divided into eight squads..."