National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"My name is Dos Anthony."

"He is the successor of the Anthony family."

"Perhaps my fate has been determined since the moment I was born."

"Like a spinning coin, you can only wait in vain for the moment when it falls."

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The surging inky black sea water was like a dormant beast, roaring and beating against the rugged rocks on the shore, splashing layers of white foam that shattered into nothingness in the darkness.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and astringent smell, was like a pair of cold hands, tearing everything apart wantonly. A magnificent beachfront villa stood alone on the shore.

The villa was filled with a salty and fishy smell. The sea breeze poured in through the half-open windows, making the heavy curtains rustle like two black wings.

The dim light flickered under the disturbance of the sea breeze, cutting the spacious living room into countless mottled shadows.

Old Anthony sat on a carved walnut chair, his body slumped in as if it had been stripped of its bones and muscles. His skin was as loose as dehydrated old bark, and his face was full of wrinkles, with a pair of cloudy eyes that revealed the last bit of shrewdness.

His hands were bony, and every vein looked like a protruding earthworm. In his left hand he held a handmade gold coin, and in his right hand he held a golden Desert Eagle.

Doss stood in front of him, his posture erect, his eyes burning with ambition. His face was grim, and the stubble on his chin was like a patch of black thorns, faintly emitting a dangerous aura.

"Doss, you have to remember that the family's glory and power were earned with blood and iron fist." Old Anthony spoke, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

He slowly raised his hand and handed Doss the gold coin that symbolized the succession of the family, including the weapon.

The gold coins sparkled with a cold luster under the light, and the gold shell of the Desert Eagle also exuded a cold and hard texture.

Doss took the gold coins and the golden Desert Eagle. He knew what these two items meant.

He gently stroked the texture of the gold coin with his palm, feeling the rough touch. His seemingly calm expression was hiding the unprecedented excitement in his heart.

It is said that this gold coin was the first thing that made the Anthony family rich, and later it became a family heirloom.

"Don't worry, father. The power of our family will spread to every corner of Carmona like the boundless ocean."

Doss's voice was low and firm, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Around them, other family members stood quietly, their faces hidden in the darkness. One could only see their eyes flashing with complex lights, showing awe, jealousy, and unwillingness.

No one spoke, only the sound of the whistling sea breeze, like an eerie background music, added a solemn atmosphere to the power transfer ceremony.

"Yeah." Old Anthony leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had given up his soul as well.

Doss held the gold coins and the Desert Eagle in his hands and glanced at the people around him. Wherever his eyes went, those people lowered their heads unconsciously, as if he had become the absolute master of this family.

Doss knew that his time had come.

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Beach house.

The afternoon sun shines softly on the villa courtyard, contrasting beautifully with the endless blue sea in the distance.

The carefully trimmed lawn is like a soft green carpet, surrounded by blooming flowers, and the rich fragrance of flowers floats in the air.

The black European iron gate is covered with tender green vines and dotted with delicate flowers.

The guests were dressed in fine clothes, with neat suits and exquisite ties. They held champagne and chatted happily.

"I heard that the bride is beautiful and kind, and she is a perfect match for our new head of the family." A gray-haired gentleman nodded slightly, his eyes full of smiles.

"Yes, this wedding is really grand. He is worthy of being the heir of the Anthony family." The lady next to him echoed, with envy in her eyes.

The wedding march played with the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore, and the beautiful bride entered from the end of the corridor.

She was wearing a floor-length white wedding dress with a veil hanging down, faintly revealing her crescent-shaped eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes were shining like a clear spring.

Her skin was whiter than snow, glowing softly in the sunlight, her lips were as beautiful as roses, and her slightly upturned mouth corners could not hide her happiness.

She held her father's arm and walked slowly towards the red carpet. Every step was light and firm, as if she was walking towards a new life full of hope.

The groom Doss stood in front of the stage decorated with flowers, his posture straight, his deep eyes fixed on the bride, his eyes full of affection and attachment.

He was wearing a black suit with a bright red rose pinned to his collar, revealing an innate nobility and majesty.

Behind him, the family confidants were also wearing black suits, but their eyes behind the sunglasses were alert and they were guarding silently.

"Dear guests, on this beautiful day, we gather in the villa to witness the groom Dos and the bride Lisa entering the marriage hall!"

The host stepped forward with a warm smile on his face and a clear, powerful voice.

"Love is a wonderful journey. They met, got to know each other, and fell in love in the vast sea of ​​people. Today, they will join hands to open a new chapter of life."

The sea breeze blows gently, lifting the bride's veil, carrying a faint scent of the sea.

"Lisa is so beautiful!"

"Of course not. If the bride isn't beautiful, then how can you be beautiful?"

The guests sat around the table in the yard, their eyes focused on the white stage that was converted from the helipad.

"Love is the red thread woven by fate, tightly connecting two hearts. They met on the journey of life, and every glance and every conversation was like a foreshadowing of fate, bringing them closer and closer, until they decided that they were the ones to accompany each other for life."

The host turned slightly and looked at the groom: "Groom Dos, please hold the hand of the bride Lisa and look into her eyes."

"From today on, no matter good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will never leave her and accompany her through every stage of her life. Are you willing?"

The host's voice was clear and magnetic, spreading steadily in the sea breeze.

Doss's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was firm: "I do!"

The host turned to the bride and said, "Bride Lisa, are you willing to spend your life with Doss, comfort him when he is tired, light the way when he is lost, and accompany him with love through the years?"