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

"Daddy, Daddy... Waaaaah..."

Smith lay sprawled on the floor like a lump of mud, trembling violently. The Christmas tree in the living room was still lit with colorful lights, flashing and glaringly illuminating the mess on the floor.

Those little flowers hanging on the tree were hung up one by one by his six-year-old daughter on tiptoe yesterday, and the petals still have the child's tender fingerprints on them.

But now, under the Christmas tree, his wife lies stiffly, her neck twisted at an odd angle, her eyes wide open, staring intently at her daughter who is crying uncontrollably, her eyes filled with resentment and despair.

On the other side of the stairs, the family's nanny and two bodyguards were also dead, lying haphazardly on the steps, with blood flowing down the cracks and pooling on the floor.

Feng Yuxiu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing with a dagger in his hand, casually looking around the luxurious villa.

He frowned slightly. This place looked impressive, but it was actually full of loopholes, and the eyes of the government's armed forces could easily sweep in.

No wonder, there aren't many lunatics in this world who would dare to storm the residence of a U.S. congressman. Who would have thought they'd run into such a tough nut to crack?

Next to Smith's desk, a Thompson submachine gun sat forlornly.

He had placed this thing here specifically for self-defense, but just as he reached out to grab it, Feng Yuxiu kicked him to the ground, and he didn't even touch the trigger.

There's no way around it; for a martial arts master at the half-step grandmaster level to make a move in this kind of place is simply a matter of overwhelming them with superior skill, and there's no suspense whatsoever.

Feng Yuxiu has never liked idle talk and is quick and efficient in his actions.

Just now, Smith's wife only glanced at him twice, and he snapped her neck without even hesitating.

Now, besides Smith, the only other people alive in this house are his crying six-year-old daughter and his three-year-old son sleeping in the bedroom upstairs.

A crisp cracking sound still echoed in the room; it was the sound of Smith's leg bone being broken.

At that moment, Smith was writhing on the ground like a maggot, each movement causing excruciating pain, and cold sweat mixed with tears streamed down his forehead.

Feng Yuxiu finally got tired of playing with the dagger, stood up, squatted down in front of Smith, and stared at him with icy eyes: "Do you remember who I am?"

Smith opened his mouth, his throat parched, and cried out, "I...I remember! But you wiped out the entire Bruce family, so why are you coming to me? What do I care about your feud with the Bruce family? I have no grudge against you, so leave me alone!"

He shouted and tried to pull back, but his broken leg wouldn't allow it, and he grimaced in pain: "Let me go! I'm an American senator, kill me and you won't escape!"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Smith's spine: "The way you're talking makes it sound like everyone knows about my coming to America and settling scores with the Bruce family. Let me tell you the truth, only you and Bruce Eva knew. Now that she's dead, as long as you shut up, who can trace it back to me?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the desk. "I'm guessing this is your private matter, and you certainly didn't report it to the government. So... my file should be hidden in some encrypted folder within the U.S. federal system, right?"

Smith stared blankly at Feng Yuxiu, as if he were an idiot: "Brother, killing someone is nothing, why do we need to check the US federal archives? Although you're skilled, you overestimate yourself. You're neither a scientist nor an important figure, at most just someone the Bruce family got their revenge on. Is it worth us creating a special file for you?"

Despite this, Smith was terrified, but as a U.S. congressman, he had an inherent sense of superiority that made him feel above 99 percent of the world's population.

He took a few deep breaths, forcibly calmed himself, and straightened his back.

Since we're going to die anyway, we can't afford to lose face for the United States of America.

Seeing his stubborn pride, Feng Yuxiu frowned: "Look, I'm not some heartless person. I didn't wipe out your whole family; I still spared your son and daughter. Now their lives are in your hands. Where are my files? Are you going to tell me or not?"

“I told you, I really didn’t!” Smith stiffened his neck, staggered to his feet while holding onto the table, glanced at his wife on the ground, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes, then stared fiercely at Feng Yuxiu, “I don’t know why you’re going after me so relentlessly. Your feud with Bruce Eva has nothing to do with me! At most, I helped him out a little in the United States, is it really necessary for you to kill my whole family?”

Smith felt increasingly frustrated.

He had already planned to destroy Bruce Manor and then frame Feng Yuxiu for it.

If a foreign agent infiltrates the United States and massacres a century-old prominent family, it would be huge news internationally, and the public pressure would be enough to crush the enemy.

Moreover, this is a crucial time for President Bush's re-election campaign, and this incident can also help him gain public sympathy, making it a win-win situation.

But to his utter surprise, Feng Yuxiu didn't play by the rules at all.

Most agents, once discovered, would have fled in terror, but this guy, through some unknown means, managed to break through the heavy encirclement of the US federal government and even counter-surveillance located his residence.

Smith then realized that he had really underestimated his opponent.

With so many people at Bruce Manor, including numerous bodyguards, how could this kid possibly kill them all by himself?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Smith became increasingly suspicious. This was definitely a premeditated assassination mission. To accomplish such a mission, at least a hundred professional agents would be needed.

A sense of conspiracy washed over him. Smith's pupils constricted, and suddenly, as if he had realized something, he pointed at Feng Yuxiu, his voice trembling: "You...your target is George W. Bush? No, that's not right. Even if you kill him, what good will it do you? If he's out, there's still John waiting to be re-elected!"

He stared at Feng Yuxiu for a long time, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God! You're one of Bin Laden's men!"

The attacks on the Twin Towers in the United States in 2001 are still fresh in our minds. More than 3,000 people died, but Osama bin Laden seemed to have vanished into thin air. We have been searching for him for so long but have not been able to find him.

This incident caused a great uproar at the time, and many people said it was a show staged by the United States.

After all, the United States will come up with all sorts of underhanded tricks to get involved in the mess in the Middle East, and it loves to use self-inflicted suffering as an excuse.

The Pearl Harbor attack on December 7, 1941, was clearly a trap set by the United States in order to legitimately join World War II and gain a share of the spoils, deliberately luring Japan into the trap.

In 1962, the United States planned to intervene militarily in Cuba and even plotted a fake terrorist attack near the US Guantanamo Bay base in Cuba. Fortunately, Kennedy rejected the plan, and it didn't happen.

Because of these dark histories, many people suspect that the 9/11 attacks were also orchestrated by the United States, either to seize energy resources in the Middle East or to flaunt its hegemony in the region.

It's important to understand that the United States boasts the world's best security and screening systems. How could it possibly allow 19 hijackers to easily board several planes and cause trouble?

What's even more suspicious is that the United States acted immediately after the attack, quickly sending troops into Afghanistan and later invading Iraq. This series of actions seemed to be exactly as if it had been rehearsed in advance.

However, Smith was completely unaware of these speculations. His authority wasn't high enough to access core secrets of the US high command; such matters were typically known only to the White House secretaries.

But the current situation is too similar to the 9/11 attacks in 01, attacks targeting high-ranking U.S. officials.

Smith belatedly realized: How could Bruce Eva's affair allow her to infiltrate the United States so openly and commit murder?
Moreover, China today simply does not have the strength to challenge the United States.

Thinking about it this way, there's only one answer.

Bin Laden!
That madman must be planning another attack on the US. The investigation traced him back to the Bruce family. And Bush even had a meeting at the Bruce Estate the day before yesterday—what a coincidence!
Feng Yuxiu was almost amused by his bizarre guess. He narrowed his eyes, didn't waste any words with him, stood up and grabbed Smith's daughter who was still crying beside him. He twirled the dagger in his left hand between his fingers, its cold light flashing: "Where is my file? If you don't tell me, believe me, I'll modify your daughter's knife into a decorative one?"

Smith stared intently at the dagger in Feng Yuxiu's hand, becoming even more certain of his guess.

Only a bunch of Middle Eastern lunatics like Bin Laden would be so cruel as to not even spare children.

"Daddy, save me... Waaaaah..."

The daughter's cries pierced Smith's heart like a knife.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze and roared at Feng Yuxiu, "I really don't have your file! American files only record important people, you're not qualified!"

"Oh? So you have access to the file authorization?" Feng Yuxiu raised an eyebrow, seizing the loophole in his words.

Smith paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Even if I could authorize you, it wouldn't matter! You can't get into the U.S. Federal Building! This is the most powerful country in the world. If you could get in so easily, the United States would have collapsed long ago! Even if I authorized your identity, you still wouldn't be able to get through those security checks!"

"You don't need to worry about that." Feng Yuxiu chuckled. "I'm a legitimate avenger. Don't you Americans love making revenge movies? This kind of plot shouldn't be unfamiliar to you, right?"

Smith gritted his teeth, staring intently at his daughter, torn between his own emotions and his inner turmoil.

Just then, Feng Yuxiu's gaze suddenly swept towards the stairwell.

A little boy wearing Dalmatian pajamas, clutching a teddy bear, stood sleepily on the steps, rubbing his eyes and calling out in a clear voice, "Daddy, Mommy... I want some water..."

"No! Don't touch him!" Smith completely broke down, and his previous toughness vanished without a trace.

He crawled over on all fours, pulled out his ID card from his pocket, and shoved it into Feng Yuxiu's hands. He also told him the computer password and how to use it, afraid that if he was a second late, something would happen to the two children.

Feng Yuxiu took the identity token, weighed it in his hand, and looking at his panicked appearance, asked, "You're not lying to me, are you? If you dare to play any tricks, you know the consequences."

“No! I swear! God is my witness, if I’m lying to you, may I go to hell!” Smith rushed over and hugged his daughter and son, holding them tightly in his arms, trembling and crying as he pleaded, “Please, let us go, we won’t get in your way anymore…”

Looking at him like this, Feng Yuxiu sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible loneliness: "I could have lived a peaceful life. If Li Xuanxuan hadn't been shot back then, I might have stayed in the Old A and wouldn't have ended up like this today."

“Look at these past few years, I’ve been wandering around, experiencing all sorts of messy things, and so many people around me have died…” He paused, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused, “Actually, Bai Tiejun shouldn’t have died. That kid was a bit simple-minded, but he was a really honest person, and I liked him quite a bit. And what happened? He was blown to smithereens by one of your people’s shells.”

"And then there's Captain Gao. Although that guy has a foul mouth and curses at people all the time, he's genuinely upright at heart. He'll definitely become a good officer in the future..."

Smith became increasingly uneasy as he listened. He had never heard of these names before, and Feng Yuxiu's accent and tone were neither Middle Eastern nor like those of anti-American militants.

He looked up in disbelief, his mouth agape: "God...who are you?"

"It doesn't matter anymore."

For a mere minute, the villa was eerily quiet.

-

With a clang, the back door of the villa was gently closed.

Feng Yuxiu quickly left the area under the cover of night.

He was never a saint, nor did he intend to truly let the Smith family off the hook.

He has only one principle when it comes to people who want to kill him, regardless of gender, age, height, or weight.

kill.

This is his nature, cultivated over more than thirty years of his life—thirty years in his previous life and seven years in this one—and he simply cannot change it.

However, compared to his previous life, he has changed a lot. At least when facing his comrades from the Old A, he will restrain his hostility and become more amiable.

His goal is clear: go to the U.S. Federal Building. Finding his own file would be ideal; if not, he'll just meet up with Yuan Lang and the others.

After resolving matters in the United States, he is really going to Hong Kong.

At twenty-five, he was at the perfect age to make a name for himself in the martial arts world.

No matter how high his resume is, he is only at the level of senior colonel, and he may be stuck at the level of lieutenant colonel for life. Two years ago, Feng Yuxiu's goal was to keep moving up.

Since seeing Zhou Xiyu, Feng Yuxiu's mindset has completely changed.

He was a complete martial arts fanatic; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed such strong martial arts skills to join the army.

After enlisting in the Grassland Fifth Platoon, he trained his body tirelessly, and after arriving at the Steel Seventh Company, he almost recklessly overdrawn all of his body's potential.

This was his long-cherished wish.

More importantly, if he goes to Hong Kong, wouldn't Li Xuanxuan and Mao Xiaofei be able to have two lovers?

He will gain nothing by staying here, and he will continue to be transferred and rehearsed endlessly.

To be honest, after seven years, he's tired of it.

Using the Ape Strike Technique, Feng Yuxiu quickly approached the vicinity of the Pentagon in the United States.

"arrive."

"Enter!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Yuxiu's body blurred into afterimages as he rushed diagonally up the building.

His incredible speed allowed him to climb to the third floor in a single second. Then, with a powerful surge of energy from the combined Nine Dragons technique, he shattered the glass near the toilet and burst inside. (End of Chapter)