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

"Oh God! Please, don't kill me! Please don't kill my child!"

The white woman huddled in the corner like a leaf, tightly clutching a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms.

The little boy turned pale with fright, his eyes tightly shut, his little hands clutching the woman's clothes. He didn't even dare to cry out loud, only letting out soft sobs.

Feng Yuxiu acted as if he hadn't heard anything, staring intently at the street below.

The bodies they had thrown down earlier had indeed frightened the group of federal police officers so much that they dared not make any rash moves.

He leaned against the window, his fingertips lightly tapping the wall, with only one thought in his mind: wait until it gets dark. When it gets dark, the real show will begin.

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Meanwhile, three black armored vehicles sped through the streets of Washington, heading straight for the suburbs.

The sound of tires rolling over the road was particularly jarring in the quiet night, causing several stray dogs on the roadside to bark incessantly.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of Bruce Manor. The door opened, and a bloated, middle-aged white man stepped out.

This guy's belly was so big it looked like he was carrying a ball, and he had to lean back slightly when he walked. He adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. You know, it was late at night, and wearing sunglasses would make him look blind. Wasn't he afraid of tripping and falling flat on his face?

He wore sunglasses not to look cool, but to hide his pupils for easier scanning and identification.

In any country, the military's technology is always five or six years ahead of that of the civilian sector.

Take now, for example. It is 2005, but the military's technical level has already reached the level of 2010. Pupil scanning and personal information recognition are commonplace in the eyes of the military and are not new at all.

This fat man is none other than Smith, the instigator of the whole incident. Ever since Scorpion, all the trouble has been inextricably linked to him.

Back then, that bastard Scorpion stood defiantly outside the border and fired that shot at Li Xuanxuan.

This single shot dragged Feng Yuxiu and Polar Bear Company into this mess, from which they could never escape.

A tall, well-built U.S. federal agent in a black suit approached, his eyes scanning the dark manor warily. He whispered, "Mr. Smith, something's not right here. Isn't it too dangerous? Should we wait for backup?"

Smith's face remained expressionless. "Everyone inside is dead. What's there to worry about?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding agents all changed their expressions, looking at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

They knew better than anyone else who owned this Bruce Manor.

That was a powerful family that fully supported President George W. Bush; they were influential figures in American politics. How could such a large family be wiped out entirely?

Moreover... how much skill does it take to wipe out such a prominent family?

Before they could think further, Smith had already strode inside, coldly ordering as he went, "Go in and take a look."

He paused, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Since that madman wants to play, then I'll play a big game with him."

The agents didn't dare to delay and quickly followed.

But as soon as they entered the first building, they came running out one by one, their faces pale, muttering things like "God, this is terrible."

Smith ignored them and walked straight to the building where the meeting had been held during the day.

When I got to the top floor, I found the door was tightly closed.

He didn't know that Feng Yuxiu had deliberately closed the door when he came out to protect Wang Yadong.

This door can only be opened from the inside, and it has excellent bulletproof protection; ordinary weapons simply cannot penetrate it.

But when Smith saw the door, he didn't get angry; instead, he smiled. He slowly took out an identification card from his pocket and inserted it into the card slot by the door.

"Click."

The door emitted a muffled thud, and then slowly opened with the help of an electronic lever.

Smith swaggered in, but after only a couple of steps, he froze, his smile vanishing instantly, replaced by deep horror.

Bruce's head was thrown at the bottom of the steps, his eyes still wide open, looking as if he had died with his eyes open in disbelief.

His severed body lay on the other side, the ground stained crimson with blood.

However, these were not enough to frighten this congressman who had seen it all.

What truly terrified him and made his legs go weak was the scene on the other side.

On the control panel, a skeleton, devoid of any flesh or blood, was neatly arranged, while her flesh and blood had turned into a puddle of mud, carelessly tossed on the ground.

Beside the skeleton, there was a neat pile of dried old skin, which was obviously peeled off a human body.

Smith was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

The scene before me is an act of terrifying revenge that is so extreme and perverse that no normal person could do such a thing!
"Damn it! That madman!"

He quickly closed his eyes, abruptly turned his head, and felt a churning in his stomach.

Bruce Eva gave him $30 million in funding and used resources from the U.S. federal government to help him find the killer of her daughter.

Therefore, from the moment Feng Yuxiu entered the United States and mingled with those two homeless men, his whereabouts were already being monitored.

It's important to know that most homeless people in the United States are under police surveillance, especially those two guys, Pierre and Jill.

These two are repeat offenders who have committed numerous petty thefts and other illegal activities. The police have long since listed them as key targets for surveillance.

Feng Yuxiu, a Chinese man, was living a perfectly good life, yet he chose to hang out with these two homeless men. This in itself was suspicious, and it was no wonder he was being watched.

That's why, when Bruce Eva found him that day, he immediately came up with a plan to lure her into a trap.

The moment Feng Yuxiu entered Bruce Manor, the American Skynet satellites had already locked onto him.

No matter how he sneaked in silently, under satellite surveillance, he was completely exposed, as if he were naked.

No matter how fast a person runs, can they outrun a high-speed surveillance camera that can slow down the motion by thousands of times? That's just wishful thinking.

"Thorn."

Suddenly, the central control screen lit up without warning, emitting a piercing electrical sound.

Smith was startled and quickly covered his mouth and nose, taking a few steps back to avoid having his face recognized.

The screen displayed surveillance footage from several hours earlier.

In the footage, Feng Yuxiu stands with his back to the camera, his feet resting on Bruce's head, and he is slowly dissecting Bruce Eva.

Under the clear lens of the high-powered camera, Smith could even clearly see the despair on Bruce Eva's face, her convulsing body, and every piece of skin, every piece of flesh, and every tendon on her body, which were being systematically peeled and processed by Feng Yuxiu.

After the entire video finished playing, Smith couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited.

His legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, vomiting profusely until he had emptied his stomach completely.

Even a fool could tell that the video was recorded specifically for him by that madman.

But then, an absurd and terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind: How did this madman know he would come here?
"Oh no! God!!!"

Smith suddenly screamed and ran outside like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He was so caught up in his fear that he forgot the most crucial point.

This madman is an officer from that country! How could he have infiltrated the United States so smoothly without the support of that country?
If that's the case, then this madman must have already found out exactly where his family is!

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Smith ran and roared furiously, his mind replaying the horrific images of Bruce Eva being dissected.

He couldn't imagine what he would find when he got home—his family members also lying on the table in such a miserable state.

In this life, he fears nothing but the possibility of his family getting into trouble.

He is a typical familyist; his family is his weakness, his softest spot.

Smith had come here to clean up the mess, but thinking of this, he suddenly stopped and turned around, rushing back to the top floor.

He skillfully operated the central nervous system, his fingers flying across the keyboard, and finally pressed a red button without hesitation.

The security system at Bruce Manor was designed by him personally.

Just in case, he had added a self-destruct system, a fact that even Bruce Eva was unaware of. After pressing the button, Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief and went back downstairs.

Everything here must be destroyed; absolutely no trace must be left.

Once these things are exposed to the public, President Bush will certainly be impeached, which would be a devastating blow to his entire faction.

He instructed the agents around him, "You stay here and go in to carefully examine those bodies and make a thorough record. Remember, this involves top American secrets. Anyone who dares to leak even a word will face the consequences."

Several agents nodded hurriedly and quickly walked into the building.

They had no idea that they had become Smith's pawns and were about to be blown up here.

After getting into the car, Smith instructed the driver to drive without hesitation and left the manor without looking back.

Not long after he left, Wang Yadong on the top floor slowly woke up.

He moved his arm and felt sore and weak all over, as if he had been taken apart and put back together.

He quickly got up and walked out of the operating room, panting.

Just as I reached the top floor entrance, I bumped into several U.S. federal agents walking in.

Wang Yadong's heart skipped a beat. He was so weak that he could barely stand and was no match for these well-trained agents.

His mind raced, trying to find a way to escape, but before he could come up with anything, the agents quickly came up and supported him on either side.

"Be careful, don't fall!" one of the agents said urgently, then shouted to those around him, "Keep searching here, there might be other survivors! Let's get him to the hospital first!"

Another agent quickly chimed in, "Hang in there, sir! We'll get you to the hospital right away. You'll be fine soon!"

Wang Yadong was stunned, a little confused. This was different from what he had expected. However, he didn't ask any more questions and obediently shut his mouth, letting the two agents help him downstairs.

After getting into the car, Wang Yadong turned his head to look at the manor that was getting further and further away behind him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He could tell that Feng Yuxiu had avenged him, and his lifelong wish had finally been fulfilled.

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On the other side, in a residential building by the street, Feng Yuxiu sat leisurely on the sofa, playing with a mobile phone in his hand.

Under the sofa and in the corner, more than a dozen Americans were tied up, their faces ashen with fear, their bodies trembling, and they didn't dare to even breathe.

The cell phone in Feng Yuxiu's hand belonged to Bruce Eva.

On the phone screen, a red monitoring dot is flashing continuously.

In truth, Smith underestimated Bruce Eva.

Bruce Eva has absolutely no trust in systems like this that are controlled by the U.S. federal government.

So she secretly had someone modify the system, but to avoid being discovered by the government, she only modified a portion of the functions, which happened to be the location system and the all-around monitoring function.

It was precisely because of this that Feng Yuxiu was able to clearly see Smith's true colors through his mobile phone, see the way he pressed the self-destruct button when he left, and finally see the scene of Wang Yadong being rescued by the agents.

The red dot on the phone screen started from Bruce Manor, traveled through the city center, and finally stopped in an area where government officials lived.

Feng Yuxiu carefully examined the address above, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "I didn't expect this kid to hide his family here. He's quite good at choosing locations."

He looked up at the window; it was completely dark now, and the night was like a huge black cloth, enveloping the entire city of Washington.

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath, stood up, dusted himself off, and then turned to look at the Americans tied up on the ground.

There were more than thirty people in this building.

He cracked his knuckles. "Are you guys ready?"

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The street below the residential building was already completely surrounded by SWAT officers and U.S. federal agents.

The snipers lay prone on various high points, their guns locked on every window of the building, not daring to even blink.

Several helicopters circled incessantly in the sky, their enormous roars making one's ears ring.

Feng Yuxiu grabbed an American by the arm, lifted him up like a chick, and threw him out the window.

"boom!"

The man fell from the second floor, landing on the ground with a dull thud. He grimaced in pain but dared not cry out.

Immediately afterwards, more people were thrown out of the windows of the upper floors by Feng Yuxiu.

From the first floor to the fifth floor, figures fell down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Falling from the first or second floor is less serious; at most, you'll break an arm or a leg.

Those falling from the fourth floor or above landed directly on the concrete ground and were instantly silenced.

"My God!! What is he doing? Has he gone mad?"

The Washington police chief and the head of the federal agents in charge were both stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Throwing all the hostages down, are they trying to hasten their own demise?

You have to understand that once there are no more hostages in the building, he'll be trapped like a fish in a barrel, with no chance of surviving!

Some hostages fell onto the street, while others landed on parked cars, shattering the windows.

Some were thrown directly onto the lawn in the distance, where they were smashed to pieces.

The American police and secret agents were dumbfounded, standing there at a loss for what to do.

They can only wait for Feng Yuxiu's next move before they can formulate a response.

If they rashly attack now and anger the madmen inside, who might kill all the remaining hostages, they'll become the target of everyone's ire. Forget about promotions and raises; even keeping their jobs will be a problem.

But after waiting for half an hour, there was still no movement from inside the building.

Another half hour passed, but there was still no movement.

The hostages on the ground had been lying there for an hour.

The police chief finally lost his temper and roared into the walkie-talkie, "Take action! Take action now! Don't wait!"

Upon receiving the order, the SWAT officers immediately raised their shields and cautiously rushed into the building.

Immediately afterwards, more police officers rushed forward.

The helicopter's lights were on full blast, illuminating the building as if it were daytime. Not even a mouse, let alone a person, could escape from inside.

"Report! No target found on the first floor!"

"Report! No target found on the second floor either!"

"Report! The entire building has been searched, but the target has not been found!"

Reports came in one after another, and the faces of the police chief and the special agent leader grew increasingly grim, eventually turning deathly pale.

Feng Yuxiu has disappeared?
"Oh no!" the special agent team leader suddenly realized and shouted, "He must have taken advantage of the chaos when the hostages were thrown to blend into the crowd and escape!"

"Impossible!" the police chief immediately retorted. "We're surrounded by our men, all the roads are blocked! Even if it was chaotic just now, there's no way he could have escaped from so many eyes! It's simply impossible!"

The team leader was also getting anxious and shouted at the director, "Then tell me, where is he? We've searched the entire building, and there's not a trace of him! He couldn't have just vanished into thin air, could he?"

The bureau chief was speechless when questioned, and could only roar into the walkie-talkie: "Keep searching! Search carefully! He's definitely still in this building! Absolutely!"

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Meanwhile, in the area of ​​downtown Washington where government officials reside, Feng Yuxiu stood in the backyard of the Smith family's house, staring expressionlessly at a dead dog on the ground.

Through the living room window, one could see figures bustling about inside, and faintly hear Smith's anxious voice: "I've already applied for protection. Pack your things and go stay at the military base for a while! God, I hope that madman has been killed and doesn't find his way here!"

Listening to the sounds inside, Feng Yuxiu gently pushed open the back gate and walked step by step towards the house. (End of Chapter)