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

boom!
Bang bang bang!
The sound of a silenced sniper rifle firing in bursts was like the crack of a whip, whistling through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the bodyguards who had just been swaggering around on the lawn, protecting the Bruce family members like royalty, were all lying on the ground like harvested wheat, without even uttering a sound.

Feng Yuxiu shook the sniper rifle barrel, glanced at the mountaintop, and curled his lips.

The remaining Bruce family security personnel were just there to make up the numbers.

Their positions were sparse, like they hadn't woken up yet, and the weapons they held were pitifully shabby.

After all, in the United States, while gun ownership is nothing new, the government can't turn a blind eye if you're openly engaged in the arms trade.

Previously, when Democratic lawmakers came to meetings, these armed forces would come out and parade around with federal agents, using the government's name to put on a show.

But now that the senator is gone, Bruce Eva is, frankly, just a wealthy capitalist, not a government official. The federal government has no reason to risk its life for her.

So apart from those inside the building, most of the bodyguards outside didn't carry guns; even if they did, they were only small handguns.

In many states in the US, owning a heavy weapon like an assault rifle is practically suicidal.

Half an hour later, the entire manor was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the wind through the grass, and there wasn't even a bird chirping.

Feng Yuxiu threw the assault rifle in his hand to the ground, walked to the water pipe next to him, turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. The icy water flowed down his cheeks, washing away the bloodstains that had splattered on his face.

He wiped his face, looked up at the sun in the sky, and squinted.

"This isn't over yet..." he muttered to himself, then chuckled, "No, I feel like this is just the beginning."

you do not say.

As soon as he stepped onto campus, he knew he was being watched by American satellites.

But he knew perfectly well that this was definitely something Bruce Eva and certain members of Congress were up to behind the scenes.

Otherwise, with George W. Bush about to run for president, if Bruce Eva, as his supporter, dared to openly commit such a heinous act of murder and silencing, and also interfere in the Rwandan civil war, once the American people found out, George W. Bush's presidential dream would be completely ruined.

Even if Bruce Eva were crazy, she wouldn't gamble that much.

So he had to find the senator who was working with Bruce Eva and kill everyone who knew about or was involved in the affair, leaving no one alive.

He knew all too well how terrifying it was to be targeted by a government, but he was certain that Bush hadn't gotten involved.

Otherwise, if the US government were to take action, the people sent to Wangdu Village would not be just a few amateurs who couldn't even hold a gun properly.

He had countless chances to be killed back then, but he always managed to survive.

This is their Achilles' heel—Bruce Eva, working with that congressman, has limited resources to mobilize and simply cannot extend her reach completely into Chinese territory.

Feng Yuxiu began inspecting each building one by one, and anyone still breathing was immediately killed with a single blow, showing no mercy.

He even strolled around the estate at a leisurely pace, as if he were visiting his own backyard.

As for the family doctor, he never believed him in the first place.

So he also dealt with the nurses who had been reassigned earlier.

Throughout the entire building, not a single servant or maid brought by the family members escaped; they were all eliminated by him.

Feng Yuxiu roughly calculated in his mind that, including those who had died before, there were about five hundred people in total.

That's equivalent to the number of five companies.

After dealing with all the survivors, Feng Yuxiu stepped over the blood and bits of flesh scattered on the ground and made his way to the top floor. The stairwell was filled with a strong stench of blood, making one's throat tighten.

In the corner of the top floor, the family doctor was huddled there, staring blankly out the window, trembling all over.

He could hear the gunshots outside clearly. He had just been silently praying that the bodyguards outside would kill Feng Yuxiu.

But now, seeing Feng Yuxiu walking towards him covered in blood and with indifferent eyes, his last hope was completely shattered, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Live...alive! He's still alive!!" The doctor suddenly seemed to have grasped at a straw, pointing at Wang Yadong on the ground, his voice trembling.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down and stared at Wang Yadong for a long time, his eyes showing no emotion.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice eerily calm: "Wang Yadong, I can't possibly take you to the hospital. You're unlikely to survive here."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, turned around, picked up a dagger from the side, and weighed it in his hand.

"He can live!! I can save him!! You have to believe me!!" The doctor rushed over and grabbed Feng Yuxiu's trouser leg tightly. "The Bruce family has the most advanced medical equipment in the world. He really can live!!"

"God! I have a newborn daughter! Please, I can cure her! Please don't kill me!" The doctor cried with tears streaming down his face, having long since thrown all notions of dignity to the winds.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at him, put away the dagger, and then bent down to unlock the doctor's handcuffs.

"Carry him on your back and take him to the operating room."

"Okay, okay! Thank you! Thank God! Thank you, sir!" The doctor felt like he had been granted a pardon, quickly got up, carried Wang Yadong on his back, and ran to the operating room.

The operating room is on the left side of the top floor.

The doctor struggled to carry Wang Yadong inside, carefully placed him on the operating table, and then hurriedly began disinfecting and preparing for the surgery, his palms sweating profusely.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at him at the door, but didn't go in. He turned around and went downstairs to search for information on Bruce family members in the central system.

Not long after, he found the doctor's information, glanced at it, memorized it, and then turned back to the operating room.

"Mike George, home address is 38 Pennsylvania Street, wife's name is Susan, daughter is three days old and her name is Lily, right?" Feng Yuxiu leaned against the door frame and slowly recited the doctor's information.

Mike George paused, his whole body stiffened, and he turned to look at Feng Yuxiu, his eyes filled with fear.

He never expected that the person in front of him would know so much about him.

"Focus on the surgery," Feng Yuxiu's voice remained calm. "If he dies, your entire family will be executed. Do you understand?"

"God..." Mike George's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. He nodded hurriedly, "I understand! I will do my best! I will save him!"

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out.

Whether Wang Yadong can survive depends on his own fate.

He has more important things to do now—find the senator who is working with Bruce Eva.

He walked to where Bruce Eva had fallen, picked up her phone from the floor, and carefully examined the messages inside. After about ten minutes, his gaze settled on a text message, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a faint groan came from nearby: "Help...help me..."

Feng Yuxiu turned his head and saw that Bruce Eva, who had just been shot, was still alive and was lying on the ground, groaning weakly.

He raised an eyebrow, walked over, squatted down, reached out and touched her forehead, his tone slightly mocking: "I didn't expect to encounter this kind of near-death experience twice... It seems that the guns in your Bruce family are made of toys, right? This didn't even kill you completely."

He had already realized that the bullet that hit Bruce Eva was lodged in a bone crevice.

This is different from Li Xuanxuan a few years ago. Li Xuanxuan's bullet was hit only in the skull because the distance was too far and the kinetic energy of the bullet was weakened.

Bruce Eva, on the other hand, was purely upset because the gun was so rubbish.

The miniature pistol hidden in the abdomen was made of extremely poor materials and had pitifully little power.

If Bruce could have built a gun that could kill with a single shot, he wouldn't be imprisoned in this manor.

"Help me..." Bruce Eva struggled to open her eyes, her face filled with a desperate will to live. "I want to live!! I don't want to die!!"

Her body trembled uncontrollably with fear, her crotch was already soaked, and a fishy stench filled the air.

"What's the rush?" Feng Yuxiu stood up, dusting off his hands. "I've killed everyone in your family, one more won't make a difference. Just wait a little longer."

He turned and walked into the room next door. Less than two minutes later, he came out carrying a black, spherical object and threw it in front of Bruce Eva with a thud.

Bruce Eva blinked laboriously, then stared intently, her mouth agape in shock, but she couldn't utter a sound.

That wasn't a black ball at all; it was clearly her son's head!
The son's pale face, the jagged stubble on his neck, and the exposed blood vessels were all clearly visible.

Extreme fear caused a hissing sound to come from her throat, like a broken bellows.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down, looked at her terrified expression, and said slowly, "The richer people are, the more afraid they are of death. That's absolutely true. You live like gods every day, experiencing the most beautiful things in the world, so naturally you're reluctant to die. Unlike those poor people, who feel that life is meaningless and are therefore not afraid of death."

Overwhelmed by the shock, Bruce Eva finally broke down in tears, her voice hoarse as she cried out, "God! What do you want?!"

“It’s very simple,” Feng Yuxiu picked up the dagger beside him and played with it in his hand. “Tell me, who is the congressman you’re cooperating with? Otherwise, I’ll boil your son’s head and feed it to you. By the way, there are many of your nephews and nieces on the lawn outside. Their heads can make up a table, enough to fill your stomach.”

“You’re a devil!!” Bruce Eva screamed hysterically.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Feng Yuxiu chopped off one of Bruce Eva's fingers with his dagger, and blood gushed out instantly.

He pressed the dagger against Bruce Eva's lips, slowly prying at her teeth, his voice icy: "This stab is for Captain Gao; this stab is for Mada; this stab is for Li Xuanxuan from the beginning; and this stab is for that child who never had a chance to grow up..."

"Fuck you!" Feng Yuxiu suddenly flew into a rage, grabbed Bruce Eva's hair, and slammed her head hard against the center console. With a loud crash, several buttons on the center console were broken.

He picked up the dagger with both hands and began to slowly and painstakingly torture the victim, one cut at a time.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!! It was Congressman Smith!! I worked with him!! There really isn’t anyone else!! I swear! Oh God! Please, let me live!!” Bruce Eva was in excruciating pain and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, crying out the truth.

“You won’t live,” Feng Yuxiu said without pausing, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial. “You’ll be begging me to kill you later.”

"No! No! I want to live!! No matter what, I want to live!! Please!" Bruce Eva pleaded desperately, her voice barely audible.

Feng Yuxiu ignored her completely and continued what he was doing.

He cut very slowly, like slicing sashimi, carefully removing Bruce Eva's withered old skin bit by bit and arranging it neatly on the center console.

Bruce Eva's screams grew fainter, but she was still alive.

When a person loses their skin, they do not die immediately, but they suffer extreme pain.

When Feng Yuxiu peeled Bruce Eva's entire skin off, her body turned blood red, and the veins on her body were clearly visible, making her look like a frog that had been boiled in boiling water.

"Please...kill me...please..." Bruce Eva managed to utter a weak voice, filled with horrifying despair.

Feng Yuxiu stopped what he was doing, glanced at her, and showed no pity in his eyes.

He stood up, wiped the blood from the dagger, and said in a low voice, "Next, it's time to go and have a talk with Congressman Smith..."

Just then, Mike George cautiously emerged from the operating room, his face pale and his voice trembling, and said, "Sir... the surgery is over... he... he survived."

"Oh my God!!"

Mike collapsed to the ground upon seeing the horrific scene before him. Even though he was used to seeing human organs, what he was seeing now was a shock to his worldview.

A pile of old leather items sat on the center console, while on the glass screen in the middle, a humanoid creature whose identity was indistinguishable was breathing weakly.

"Doctor, is there any chance he can survive?"

Having lost all of his skin, and with such a massive infection, he wondered if he could survive.

"God! God!"

Mike was completely terrified. He swallowed hard when he saw Feng Yuxiu's eyes, then turned and slammed his head against the wall.

He, who valued his life so much, died without hesitation at this moment.

As a doctor, he knew all too well the horror of the torture methods Feng Yuxiu had demonstrated.

That was truly worse than death.

"It seems we won't survive."

Feng Yuxiu walked up to the operating room and carefully examined Wang Yadong.

"Whether you can leave alive is up to your luck. The Bruce family is all dead, so unless their partner contacts you, this place won't be discovered anytime soon."

"I've done everything I could. Now I'm going to find the last person..."

Feng Yuxiu took out a cigarette from the dead bodyguard and lit it, disregarding the fact that Wang Yadong, who had just undergone surgery, needed to refrain from smoking.

She let out a soft breath and gazed out the window, "Finally, it can end... Why is this life even more tiring than the last..." (End of Chapter)