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

December 24, 2005, in the United States, on the eve of Christmas.

The streets of Washington are already adorned with colorful lights, the shadows of Christmas trees are everywhere, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of gingerbread and hot cocoa, creating a festive atmosphere.

But this lively scene had absolutely nothing to do with Bruce's family.

This family, which was a staunch supporter of George W. Bush, had just been wiped out.

When the news broke, George W. Bush's re-election campaign almost suffered a setback.

But then again, how can someone who can become a presidential candidate have just one powerful backer?

Seeing the Bruce family's dire situation, the other families who supported him became even more enthusiastic, pouring money and resources into the election like they were on steroids.

Interestingly, the massacre of the Bruce family also shattered George W. Bush's public image, turning him from a frontrunner into a nobody who no one cared about.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his campaign slogan to "Everything for the American people," which barely stabilized the situation.

Of course, these are all for later.

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Feng Yuxiu is still lurking in the Washington night.

He touched the half-smoked cigarette in his pocket, remembering what the woman named Eva from the Bruce family had said.

He had barely set foot on American soil when he was already being watched by the US government.

If that commissioner named Smith had made his file public, he would never have been able to infiltrate the Bruce family for so long, let alone take down the entire family.

Bruce Eva actually knew he had entered the manor all along. The reason she didn't stop him was that she wanted to lure him in and capture him all at once.

The manor was teeming with bodyguards, equipped with military-grade gear, and the central system on the top floor was directly connected to the Liang Federation's Sky Eye Network.

Anyone would see this as an inescapable trap, and Feng Yuxiu was doomed.

But the ancient martial arts he practiced were far beyond the comprehension of everyone in this era.

There are probably only a few people on Earth who have reached the level of a half-master.

But apart from Zhou Xiyu and Peng Qianwu, it's probably impossible to find a third person who could master ancient martial arts to such a level.

Not to mention that he also integrated the Ape Strike Technique and the Nine Dragons Combined Technique into one, plus the foundation he laid with the Demon Subduing Skill over several years.

Now, let alone a half-step grandmaster, he would dare to challenge even a true grandmaster.

No, even a grandmaster might be defeated.

This ancient martial art, which defies the common sense of physics, is simply a case of dimensional reduction.

Sometimes, at a certain distance, those colorful firearms really can't compare to his deadly move in terms of speed and ruthlessness.

Yuan Lang and his team's mission had nothing to do with him. His goal from the beginning was singular: to destroy the Bruce family and completely sever the grudge formed by Scorpion's shot a few years ago.

Now that Bruce's family matter is settled, he has also been exposed to the US's surveillance system.

If we were to head towards downtown Washington to meet up with Yuan Lang and the others at this point, it would only ruin the entire mission.

The rest of the work is up to them.

He had to find Smith quickly and destroy all information about himself; the file hidden in the federal system had to be completely deleted.

This is the final link. Once Smith is dealt with, everything will be closed, and he can get away unscathed.

This old guy lives a very down-to-earth life. He doesn't live in any high-end villa complex, nor does he hide in a heavily guarded exclusive area like other politicians. He just lives openly in an ordinary apartment building on the street.

He extracted all this information from Bruce's family's information group.

Not only did they know Smith's daily routine, but they also knew exactly how many people were in his family, which schools his children attended, and where his elderly relatives lived in his hometown.

Bribery remains rampant in the United States.

Every time Bruce Eva bribes these congressmen, their underwear is practically exposed. How can the information not be transparent?
Reaching the apartment building entrance, Feng Yu straightened his coat to make sure the dagger hidden in his trouser leg wasn't exposed, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

He knew perfectly well that Smith was a Democratic Party member, and that party's electoral mission was to serve the American people.

Bound by this dogma, these legislators have to immerse themselves among ordinary people, living closer to them to maintain their presence.

Unlike those guys from other parties, who either hide in detached villas or are protected by layers of federal agents.

"If you don't stand with the people, why should they vote for you?"

Wasn't this the same tactic that got Bush so many votes back then? To put it bluntly, it was all an act for the public.

A slightly wary voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

Feng Yuxiu lowered his voice and replied in fairly standard American English, "Congressman Mike sent me. I'm Stark Con."

These two names were the credentials he had prepared in advance. Sure enough, the hesitant footsteps inside the door suddenly became hurried, and they walked quickly toward the door.

At the street corner, a black bulletproof car was parked quietly in the shadows, its windows tinted dark, obscuring the people inside.

"Target detected, proceeding into position."

Inside the car, a deep voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Action! Remember, don't capture them alive, kill them on sight!"

Another, more authoritative voice gave the order.

"Roger! Go! Go! Go! Let's move out!"

Click!

The door was pulled open as soon as the sound of the lock turning faded.

Feng Yuxiu swallowed back the follow-up remarks he had prepared, his eyes unconsciously falling on the man's hand when he opened the door.

Those are calluses from years of holding a gun, definitely not Smith's!
In that brief moment of hesitation, Feng Yuxiu had already made his move.

He sidestepped and rammed inside, his right hand closing the door behind him, while his left hand swiftly pulled a dagger from his trouser leg and, without hesitation, slashed it towards the man's carotid artery.

Phew!

Blood spurted out instantly. The man clutched his neck in terror, his eyes wide open, and he made a hissing sound as he breathed out.

He couldn't understand until his death how this person could be so decisive, recognizing his identity with just one glance.

After eliminating the imposter, Feng Yuxiu didn't dare linger. He quickly retreated to the corner of the wall, using it for cover to prevent outside fire from penetrating.

His expression was somewhat grave. "When were we discovered? When I massacred the Bruce family, I clearly cut off all communication between the manor and the outside world. How could we still be being targeted?"

“This Smith is even more difficult to deal with than I imagined.” Feng Yuxiu gritted his teeth.

He asked himself if he had left any trace since he broke into Bruce's house.

Even if Smith and Bruce Eva had already set a trap, with so many bodyguards and heavy firepower in the manor, anyone would have been doomed. How could they be so sure they could come out alive and set up an ambush here in advance?
More importantly, his file information is top secret within the domestic military, and the US government has no way of breaking into it.

To prevent information leaks, he even discarded the name Xu Sanduo and reverted to his previous life's name. His identity information was blank, and he had no social connections whatsoever.

After much thought, there's only one possibility.

Smith was aware of his entanglement with the Bruce Eva family.

Feng Yuxiu underestimated the intelligence networks of these American politicians.

Unlike Bruce Eva, Smith was not arrogant in dealing with a special forces officer from China. He must have used all the resources of the federal government to lay a tight net, and no matter who came out of the Bruce family's estate, he would be targeted.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the small apartment. "If a US government congressman could be killed so easily by me, then the US would have perished long ago."

The apartment was deserted; apart from the imposter from before, there wasn't a soul in sight. Clearly, Smith's family had already been evacuated.

Perhaps this property was just a facade to be displayed to the public.

How could someone as close to Bush as Smith really live here?

Although the United States allows legal gun ownership, who knows when an enraged American citizen might come knocking on your door with a gun? Even the Democratic Party wouldn't gamble with lives like that.

Rumble!
Just then, the roar of helicopter rotors came from the sky, getting closer and closer, making the windows rattle.

Feng Yuxiu closed his eyes, listened carefully, and his brows furrowed more and more: "One, two... five helicopters? They're really going all out."

The sirens outside were deafening, rising and falling in waves; it seemed the entire street was surrounded by police.

Feng Yuxiu could even clearly hear the click of an assault rifle being chambered.

However, there is not without good news.

Feng Yuxiu listened to the commotion outside, a cold smile playing on his lips: "The civilians around here haven't evacuated yet? It seems Smith doesn't dare to gamble either."

In the United States, the people's votes determine the president's appointment. If Smith dares to disregard the safety of civilians and use heavy firepower to arrest him, Bush will be the first to not let him off the hook, and might even drag him out and burn him alive.

"There's an opportunity, but I absolutely cannot use the Ape Strike Technique in front of so many people." Feng Yuxiu gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

He was all too aware of the significance of his ancient martial arts skills; the higher-ups had no idea he possessed such abilities.

The consequences would be unimaginable if this extraordinary ability were exposed to the world.

At that time, leaders of all countries will reach a consensus to issue a global warrant for his arrest.

Who wouldn't want such ancient martial arts abilities that can overwhelm modern weapons? If such masters could be mass-produced, which country wouldn't be able to dominate the world? He didn't want to be used as a guinea pig, chased by forces all over the world.

Feng Yuxiu looked up at the wall clock; it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

In the United States, it gets dark early in winter; it's completely dark by 6 p.m.

But one hour was enough for the police to evacuate all the civilians in the surrounding area.

"Therefore, we must keep these civilians here within this hour."

Feng Yuxiu's eyes turned cold. "I'll use the Ape Strike Technique to break through when it gets dark. That's when I'll have a chance to survive."

boom!
A dull thud was heard, followed immediately by an urgent shout from the walkie-talkie: "Target has broken into the building next door! Repeat, target has broken into the building next door!"

"Everyone halt! Remain in place and await orders! No pursuit is permitted!"

The American SWAT officers, who had already rushed into the apartment building's corridor, abruptly stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

They didn't expect their target to react so quickly, actually rushing straight to the building next door.

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the wall of the building next door, glanced out the window, and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

The entire street was completely blocked off, with police cars and armored vehicles lined up in neat rows, and five armed helicopters circling overhead, their rotors roaring so loudly it was dizzying.

Even more critically, U.S. special forces snipers were already in position on the surrounding high ground, their dark gun barrels pointed at every window of the building.

Feng Yuxiu knew very well that if he dared to show even half a corner of his clothes, he would be riddled with bullets the next second.

These American special forces soldiers are no joke; they're on a completely different level from the ragtag Rwandan government forces and Scorpion's mule caravan.

Strictly speaking, they are among the most elite soldiers on Earth, bar none.

"who are you?"

A rough male voice rang out behind Feng Yuxiu, followed by the click of a rifle being cocked.

Feng Yuxiu slowly raised his hand and turned around. A black man was staring at him warily with a gun in his hand.

Are you living alone at home?

"Fuck, tell me who you are? I'll kill you right now!"

The black man roared in fury, straightening the rifle he was holding with both hands, and stepped forward with his right foot, shouting angrily.

Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, "I'll give you a demonstration of Chinese Kung Fu, watch carefully."

call out.

A fleeting afterimage flashed where Feng Yuxiu was standing, and the next second the black man felt a light flash on his neck.

He subconsciously touched his neck with his right hand, and began to spray a large amount of wet liquid.

"Shh...shh...be quiet, be quiet."

Feng Yuxiu swiftly severed the black man's vocal cords with his dagger, then plunged the knife into his heart.

Seeing him still struggling, he frowned and said, "This person's physique is really different. He can still jump around after being stabbed so many times."

Feng Yuxiu grabbed the black man's shoulder and sprinted forward, stopping a meter from the window. The force of the momentum sent the black man's body flying out of the window.

The body slid down from mid-air and crashed to the ground, startling the American police officers who were advancing with their shields raised.

They stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.

boom!
The next second, another body was thrown down.

After the two bodies went down, there was no further movement.

"What do you mean?"

A policeman took a step forward, and another body was thrown down.

This time, the age changed from forty to his twenties.

It is well known that in the United States, nothing is ever allowed to harm children.

Criminals who harm children are all severely punished, with the most severe sentence being life imprisonment.

"Stop!!"

A furious voice crackled across all the police radios.

"Retreat! Evacuate this building! Everyone inside, get out now!"

The police retreated and left. After the American police left, no more bodies fell from the windows upstairs.

"Damn it, now all the buildings are his hostages! Wasn't he supposed to be an officer? Why doesn't he have any moral compass? He's killing civilians! Fuck fuck!"

Clearly, these federal agents overestimated Feng Yuxiu's moral character.

Or rather, they believed that since Feng Yuxiu was also a military officer, he certainly wouldn't harm civilians.

But now the corpses on the ground tell them that it was all a mistake.

The person upstairs is ruthless; if he really throws down a child's body...

At that point, these Democratic Party members will be torn apart by the enraged American civilians.

Bush's nomination election will result in a direct defeat!
Because children are the bottom line for America.

Feng Yuxiu sat in a room, closed his eyes, and began to wait.

He has an hour; once it gets dark, he can rush out.

If they've driven themselves to a corner, then storm the White House.

His specialty is going to fight to the death! (End of Chapter)