A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Stop!"

The bodyguard's gruff shout startled the family members who were chatting idly on the lawn of the manor.

The group of people, dressed in glamorous formal attire and holding champagne glasses, were gossiping about whose yacht was bigger and whose party was more extravagant. When interrupted by this noise, they all turned around with surprised expressions.

It would have been better if we hadn't looked, because once we did, we were all in stitches. Bruce was standing outside the main building's entrance like a balloon with thorns stuck in it, his face flushed red, looking like he was about to explode.

"Hey, isn't this our Bruce family's precious heir?" A blonde cousin covered her mouth and laughed, her voice just loud enough for everyone around to hear. "What's he doing going in there? With a brain like his, can he even understand the numbers in the family ledger?"

The tall cousin next to him chimed in, "Could it be that Aunt Eva is really planning to hand over the family business to him? That's a huge joke! I think he should just stay in a mental hospital and retire, so he won't embarrass himself. If this guy takes over the Bruce family, we'll be starving in less than three years!"

Laughter rose and fell, but no one dared to say anything definitively.

After all, there's a painful truth to be told: no matter how useless Bruce is, he is still the legitimate eldest son of the family and the only bloodline heir.

These cousins ​​from the collateral branches of the family, to put it bluntly, only live a good life because of the Bruce family.

The inheritance rules of this large family are similar to those of ancient Chinese dynasties, emphasizing the priority of the eldest legitimate son.

The empire that our fathers worked so hard to build should naturally be left to their own sons and grandsons; there's no room for collateral relatives to interfere.
The taunts on the lawn pierced Bruce's ears like needles. His face instantly turned from red to purple, and he trembled with rage, pointing at those who were mocking him, his lips turning white from being bitten.

The next second, this guy rushed forward like a madman and started punching and kicking the bodyguard who was blocking him.

As expected, his strength was no match for the bodyguard who was trained in martial arts; it was like tickling him.

The bodyguard didn't even flinch, simply taking a step back to avoid the danger. The other bodyguards immediately surrounded the door, blocking it completely, so that not even a fly could get in.

“Young Master Bruce, for Madam’s safety, you must undergo a body search.”

The bodyguard who stopped him spoke in a flat tone, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Fuck you! Fuck your mother!"

Bruce flew into a rage, jumping up and down and cursing, spitting as he went, "You son of a bitch! I am the sole heir of the Bruce family! Why are those maggots allowed to go in without being searched, but stopped from entering?"

"You wait for me!"

He was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot. "If the Bruce family ever comes back under my control, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs! God is my witness, I'll turn you into mincemeat!"

Despite his hysterical screams, the bodyguard maintained his cold, expressionless face.

Not to mention the bodyguards, everyone in the Bruce Manor, even the cleaning lady, knew that this young master Bruce would never be able to turn his life around.

Given his current status, let alone challenging the bodyguards, it's uncertain whether he can even walk out of this main building alive.

Once inside and meeting Chief Eva, no one can say for sure whether he will live or die.

In the United States, the official claim is that everyone is equal before the law, but in reality? It's all just empty talk.

To put it bluntly, it's the same principle as managing a farm: if the farm's guard dog kills poultry, the farm owner will definitely grab a stick and give it a good beating; if the dog kills too many, it'll only cause trouble if left alive, so the farm owner will just grab a sickle, chop it a few times, and kill it.

After all, he was counting on selling these poultry to make a fortune, and he couldn't let a mad dog break the rules.

But if the farmer's daughter kills poultry, that's a different story. The farmer might even laugh and praise her, saying, "My daughter is really amazing."

This is the rule of top-tier wealthy families like the Bruce family: rules are for managing subordinates, not for restraining superiors.

Killing a few people is nothing. It's like stepping on a few ants; it's not worth mentioning at all.

So even though so many people died in the manor recently, none of the Bruce family members panicked.

So what if a few poultry died? What's the big deal? Maybe it can serve as a warning to others and make them behave.

Eva was willing to meet Bruce for one simple reason: she wanted to know where the hundreds of security personnel she had sent out recently had gone.
Hundreds of people, not like cats or dogs that can just disappear.

If this gets out, the public pressure will be immense.

Especially now that George W. Bush is vying for approval ratings for the next presidential election, such a scandal, if seized upon by the opposing party, would be a deadly weapon.

At this critical juncture, if Bruce, the least prominent heir of the family, were to cause any more trouble, the public wouldn't care whether he was a good-for-nothing or not.

As long as he remains the heir to the Bruce family, the entire family will have to bear the blame.

Their centuries-old family business, built up over hundreds of years, could collapse in an instant.

At that time, Bush will definitely not let them off the hook.

In the partisan struggles of America, you're a partner when you're useful, but trash when you're not. If you're caught red-handed, you'll be ruthlessly discarded and pushed step by step into the abyss, with no chance of ever rising again.

No matter how much Bruce struggled, it was no use. In the end, he was pinned to the ground and searched by two bodyguards like a chicken.

The family scions on the lawn laughed heartily, their sarcastic remarks piercing his ears one after another. Amidst the humiliating laughter, he was pushed into the main building by his bodyguards.

Feng Yuxiu, who was following behind him, naturally could not escape being searched either.

"Wait, what's this thing?" A bodyguard holding a metal detector looked at the frantically flashing red dot on it and immediately became alert, his hand resting on the holster on his waist.

The other bodyguards also surrounded him instantly, staring fiercely at Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu remained calm, smiled at them, and slowly took out several bags from his pocket, all containing flying needles and a palm-sized dagger.

Upon seeing these cold weapons, the bodyguards who had been nervously preparing to draw their guns instantly burst into laughter. They put down their guns, crossed their arms, and looked at Feng Yuxiu with mocking expressions.

"Seriously? Is this guy trying to be funny?"

"Young Master Bruce is a coward, and his bodyguard is a lunatic? What era are we living in? Still using embroidery needles and knives as weapons?"

"In this day and age, guns are the only true power. One shot and even a god would be lying flat on his back!"

The bodyguards laughed as they searched Yu Xiu's body and found all the flying needles and daggers, piling them up like trash.

After searching him, they waved for Feng Yuxiu to follow Bruce inside.

As for why they allowed him in, these people knew the answer: either they wanted him to collect Bruce's body as he was about to die, or they felt that Bruce was, after all, an heir, and bringing a bodyguard in to maintain appearances was a way to give him some final dignity.

After all, there are far too many people in the Bruce family who want him dead.

Upon entering the main building, Feng Yuxiu frowned. The stairwell was packed with bodyguards, leaving almost no room for people to walk.

He and Bruce walked upstairs step by step, as if they were walking through a tunnel of bodyguards.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at them and saw that the bodyguards were all carrying the most advanced American assault rifles and had grenades hanging from their waists. Their equipment was incredibly sophisticated.

On the second floor, it was even more outrageous; there were chemical defense troops and mine-clearing soldiers. If you didn't know better, you'd think a war was about to break out there.

The bodyguards on the third floor were even more unusual; they were all bald, dressed in black suits, and wearing sunglasses, each with a stern face, like secret agents in a movie.

Feng Yuxiu knew perfectly well that these people weren't wearing sunglasses to look cool, but to prevent their identities from being identified by their pupils.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, the bodyguards disappeared, replaced by five tall, burly men.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at their posture and aura, and knew that these men were all ruthless veterans of the US Special Forces, their hands undoubtedly stained with blood. Further up, he saw no more bodyguards.

Bruce and Feng Yuxiu continued upstairs until they reached the imposing solid wood door on the top floor.

"Crench."

The door slowly opened, and a secretary dressed in a business suit and with impeccable makeup stood in the doorway, wearing a warm smile: "Gentlemen, please come in."

The smile was so sweet it looked fake, and Feng Yuxiu instantly became wary.

Eva knew perfectly well that all the people she sent out were gone, most likely taken care of by Bruce, yet she was still being so polite in letting them in, clearly showing that she didn't take them seriously.

To put it bluntly, she looked down on Bruce, her good-for-nothing son, and by extension, she didn't take herself seriously either.

The two followed the secretary inside. This time, Bruce didn't forbid Feng Yuxiu from following, unlike before.

Feng Yuxiu didn't stand on ceremony and followed Bruce directly to the center of the hall.

The hall had been transformed to resemble the White House conference hall, and the red carpet on the floor was brand new, seemingly laid recently.

The area was surrounded by armed bodyguards, all of whose guns were discreetly pointed towards the entrance.

Eva sat in the large conference chair at the very top, like a queen. She was surrounded by a circle of bodyguards and commandos. The leaders were burly men with fierce eyes and brown scars on their arms, clearly not to be trifled with.

Interestingly, as soon as Bruce saw Eva, he immediately knelt down, his movements so fast it was as if someone had pressed a spring on his knees.

Just as Feng Yuxiu was about to follow him inside, he was stopped by the bodyguard next to him.

Eva kept her eyes closed, leaning back in her chair, as if she hadn't seen Bruce kneeling on the ground at all. She didn't even lift her eyelids, as if the ground wasn't her son, but a pile of trash.

Bruce knelt on the ground, his back ramrod straight, his voice trembling slightly: "Mother... how have you been lately?"

"good?"

Eva finally opened her eyes, her voice sharp and sarcastic, completely at odds with her seemingly kind face. "You piece of trash, you bastard! I knew you were a good-for-nothing! You've been violent since you were a child. You secretly steamed and ate the family's pets. I should have known then that you were just like your bastard father!"

She paused, her tone full of disdain: "The Bruce family absolutely cannot be handed over to someone like you; that would be a misfortune for the entire family!"

“Mother, I did nothing wrong!” Bruce suddenly raised his head. “I am the heir of the Bruce family…you cannot take away my right! All these years, my cousins ​​have tried to kill me! God, don’t forget, the reason the Bruce family is called Bruce is because my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather were all named Bruce!”

"Mother, the Bruce family can only be in my hands!"

Eva was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that her good-for-nothing son would dare to speak to her like that.

She slowly stood up, looking down at Bruce with a mocking smile: "What you said today has surprised me a bit... What? Has this mentally ill bastard finally seen the light?"

Bruce completely lost his temper, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "God, how are you going to explain this to Grandpa and the others if you die? You'll go to hell!"

Eva didn't waste any words with him and started yelling like a shrew. Her aged face wrinkled up with anger, looking like a walnut: "Let me tell you, I will never hand over the Bruce family to you! I would rather hand this family over to your cousin! He is a hundred times more capable than you and can lead the family to glory!"

After finishing her tirade, she changed the subject, her eyes turning cold: "I'm asking you, where are all those people we sent out before?"

Bruce's look of frustration vanished instantly, replaced by an eerie calm.

He slowly stood up and stared at Eva: "Mother, don't forget, I'm the only one left of the Bruce family bloodline."

"The younger sister you had your eye on is dead. You know how she died. She was even harder to manage than me. She risked her life to show off on the hunt."

“And now!” he suddenly raised his voice, “I am the sole heir of the Bruce family! You want to emulate Empress Wu Zetian of ancient China and seize the family business for yourself? Too bad, I am not Li Xian, and I will not let you manipulate me!”

Feng Yuxiu stood at the door, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Something's not right. Bruce's reaction is a bit unusual.

Sure enough, the next second, Bruce walked step by step toward Eva, his voice becoming sharp and eerie: "Didn't you want to know who killed your sister?"

He whirled around, pointed at Feng Yuxiu, and screamed, "It was him! He killed my sister!"

Feng Yuxiu tensed up instantly, his eyes turning cold.

But Eva suddenly laughed, a knowing laugh on her face: "You think I don't know? I watched the live surveillance video of your sister's death over and over again."

She shoved Bruce aside, who was blocking her way, and stared intently at Feng Yuxiu, her tone playful: "In fact, from the moment you stepped into America, your whereabouts have been under my control. The reason I haven't taken action against you is that I want to see what such a capable agent as you is up to."

“Child, you still underestimate America.” She shook her head, her tone full of arrogance. “As the most developed country in the world, do you think you can challenge the entire country by yourself? But to be honest, I was a little surprised that you were able to sneak into the manor without making a sound.”

Feng Yuxiu glanced around and saw that all the fully armed bodyguards had their guns pointed at him.

He was now unarmed, all his weapons had been confiscated, so his bodyguards were naturally not worried that he could cause any trouble.

Moreover, he was standing at least ten meters away from Eva. With so many guns aimed at him, he wouldn't have a chance to get even one meter away, let alone ten.

If he makes the slightest movement, he'll be riddled with bullets.

"Bring her in," Eva said, waving her hand dismissively.

Another large door behind her slowly opened, and Feng Yuxiu subconsciously turned around to see two people dragging something in and casually throwing it on the ground.

That wasn't a corpse, because Feng Yuxiu could hear faint groans.

But its appearance was no better than that of a corpse; there wasn't a single undamaged spot on its body, and it was no longer recognizable as human.

In less than half an hour, Wang Yadong was harassed and turned into this state by the manor's bodyguards.

His hands were broken, his wrists twisted at bizarre angles, and the joints of his legs were shattered. He lay limply on the ground, groaning in pain, too weak to even lift his head.

Eva looked at Feng Yuxiu's gloomy face and a smug smile appeared on her lips: "I think he should be your biggest asset, right? Now, what right do you have to challenge me?"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly closed his eyes. "I was really stupid, trying to reason with a white person. Bruce..."

"Bruce!"

Feng Yuxiu's body began to tremble.

boom!
Suddenly a gunshot rang out, and Feng Yuxiu stared in surprise.

Beside Bruce and Eva, Bruce, looking pained, pulled a miniature pistol from his bleeding abdomen; white smoke was still rising from the muzzle.

Bruce Eva touched her forehead in disbelief. The bullet had pierced her skull, and white fluid was flowing from the hole.

Everyone in the hall stared in disbelief at this scene.

No one expected that Bruce would have hidden a miniature pistol in his abdomen that could evade metal detectors.

Matricide occurred in one of the largest families in America.

"Hahaha... Damn bitch, die!" (End of Chapter)