Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 139 Giving up is the best option.
Yang Feng, who once again brought disaster to that island nation 10,000 kilometers away...

He has already caused this country to suffer many unexpected calamities.

For example, that flood back then.

In fact, after obtaining the jade axe, he had always used that place as a sewer.

Previously, the various countries of this world had been unable to find the culprit, but now they should have found him. Fortunately, Yang Feng didn't care about that. What did it matter if they found him? As long as they couldn't do anything to him, he could still do whatever he wanted. Watching the air-to-ground missile explode in the council hall, he then put away his jade axe and continued walking towards the palace ahead. But at the same time, a piercing whistling sound rang out from the sky.

He instinctively made a slash above his head.

Then the high-speed falling large-caliber shells passed through the spatial rift and exploded in the council hall.

but……

"boom!"

The earth-shattering explosion occurred just five meters to his right.

Shrapnel and blast waves violently struck his body.

It even caused him to slide sideways after being hit.

He turned his head angrily.

"Damn it, can't you guys aim properly?"

He rebuked.

Indeed, it was a miss.

The projectiles that attacked him were guided shells fired from a 155mm howitzer of an artillery battalion. So the shells that landed precisely on his head passed through the spatial rift and went to bomb the council hall, while the ones that missed exploded directly near him.

The general in command was dumbfounded.

"Keep shelling! Don't use guided shells, switch to regular shells. As long as we keep shelling him, he can't advance!"

He shouted frantically into the walkie-talkie.

Yang Feng was currently over a hundred meters from the palace. At this point, the dispersion range of large-caliber howitzers wouldn't necessarily cause friendly fire on the palace, nor would it harm those on the perimeter. However, the shells would detonate near Yang Feng, avoiding his defensive perimeter. While these shells wouldn't actually injure him, they would clearly affect him. Therefore, continued shelling would keep him pinned down. As for the purpose of this, it was none of General Guan's concern. He was there to protect the palace; if he could prevent this demon from entering, his mission would be accomplished.

But he regretted it as soon as he shouted it.

Because the devilish man opposite him was giving him an evil smile.

Then he swung the jade axe in his hand again.

Shells whistled down from the sky, but the next moment, on the roof of the palace opposite them, heavy artillery shells exploded in flames, followed by a second, a third...

The general held the walkie-talkie with trembling hands, looking at the palace that had been shelled.

"What makes you think that I can't redirect the shells to your royal palace, or even your bank, or even your prime minister's residence?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

The general's hand fell limply to his side.

"Cease fire."

He said sadly.

"Since you ordered an attack on me, you are my enemy. As my enemy, you can only die. So, do you want me to do it myself, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Yang Feng said.

General...

"If I do it myself, you will all die."

Yang Feng looked at the officers and soldiers behind him and said.

The latter immediately panicked.

They all looked at the general with pleading eyes.

The general panicked. He drew his pistol, but instead of pointing it at Yang Feng, he turned to flee, holding the pistol. An officer instinctively tried to stop him, but the general immediately pointed his pistol at him. The officer instinctively stepped back, and the general pushed him aside and moved forward. But as soon as he got there, the officer grabbed him, and at the same time, other officers and soldiers swarmed forward. One officer grabbed his pistol with lightning speed.

"General, you are the commander, please do not leave your post."

"That's what the officer said."

"General, please fulfill your duty."

"Quickly push the general to the front."

……

Amidst the chaotic shouts, the general struggled as he was pushed forward.

"I told you, if I make a move, you will all die."

Yang Feng sneered.

The officers and soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Feng slowly drew his Crimson Sky Sword from its sheath...

"You, what are you going to do?"

The general's terrified scream rang out.

Then, amidst the dense crowd of officers and soldiers, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

"The general committed suicide!"

A soldier shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Quickly, save him!"

An officer was also shouting at the top of his lungs.

The general, squeezed in the middle, raised one hand, pointing tremblingly at an officer. But in the chaos, a hand held his chin, and he was unable to say anything. He just held up one hand, which quickly turned into an attempt to grab something, but eventually it fell limply down.

Only then did the officers and soldiers hurriedly disperse, and then the medics rushed forward to save the general who had been shot in the heart.

Of course, it was impossible to save him.

They've already breathed their last.

The officers and soldiers who had scattered all stood there awkwardly looking at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng returned the Crimson Sky Sword, which he had not yet fully drawn, to its sheath.

The officers and soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they watched as Yang Feng proudly turned and walked towards the palace.

The onlookers behind remained silent.

Although no one had high expectations for the army's performance, everyone knew what level the army was at that time, especially the army. While it wasn't to the point where several people died from heatstroke while lightly equipped for off-road driving at 28 degrees Celsius, the obesity rate was already a serious problem, with some soldiers weighing nearly 200 kilograms. There were even unbelievable cases of needing to perform liposuction on soldiers. Not to mention, there were fewer tanks than generals, and there were more than enough to form a full-fledged general's vehicle crew.

The problem is that this kind of behavior—preferring to kill the commander himself rather than provoke the enemy—is still a bit morally reprehensible.

Where is your dignity? Where is your honor?
Where is the courage to be shot in the face while being executed in a line?
Of course, the officers and soldiers didn't care what dignity and honor were.
Living is the most important thing.

courage?

Those who died on the battlefield were all courageous.

They just watched helplessly as Yang Feng walked into their palace.

As for His Majesty the King, he had already evacuated the palace. A few soldiers remained symbolically guarding it, but they fled after Yang Feng entered. Yang Feng, like their ancestors entering a garden over a hundred years ago, entered the palace and began ruthlessly emptying it. He not only took the bronze artifacts he needed, but also all the other treasures. These would need to be examined later, and once identified, those not obtained through looting or other immoral means would be returned to them.

Of course, this is on the premise that it exists.

In fact, the vast majority of the treasures here are probably not clean, strictly speaking.

A large diamond?
The Indians have been demanding the return of their Mount Khoshut!
Similarly, an African country has been demanding the return of the Star of Africa.

While these items might not necessarily be among those Yang Feng cleared out, the fact is that if he were to present them and let the various countries claim them, the vast majority would likely make demands. Even if these items couldn't be converted into cash, why wouldn't they take what's free? Besides, they might not actually want them back; they could use the demand for their return to blackmail others!
Yang Feng meticulously emptied the palace, even removing some obviously modern items.

The palace wasn't very large, and his clearing was quick and easy, so he completely emptied the palace in just over an hour.

Nothing was left except the building itself.

Even the tableware has been cleared out.

Tableware could also be plundered treasures, and the tableware used by the king was certainly not ordinary.

After admiring the empty scenery inside, he walked out of the palace with satisfaction. Outside, there were still the same people as before, and even the fighter jets circling in the sky were no longer visible. It was clear that Xiao Ying had given up resisting. They couldn't figure out how to deal with this demon, and they didn't care anymore, because the country 10,000 kilometers away had already come knocking on their door.

The attack on the latter's parliament building resulted in the deaths of more than 30 members of parliament, injuries to hundreds of members of parliament, and casualties among hundreds of staff members.

but……

This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Xiaoying!
What evidence do you have to prove that we caused this?
Of course, the authorities cannot admit it.

These things were irrelevant to Yang Feng. He continued his clearing out of other museums, even private collectors' mansions and other royal palaces in the city, without stopping even at night. During this time, the Xiaoying government completely abandoned the project, utterly neglecting its duties. They were incapable of managing it, and besides, how could they manage it? Even artillery shells couldn't destroy it; were they supposed to replace them with heavy aerial bombs?
What if he teleports me to another place?
Moreover, this is a city.

What if civilians are killed? What if other buildings are destroyed?
Politicians are indeed greedy and shameless, but they are also sensible.

Yang Feng was merely looting some treasures, and these treasures had nothing to do with the government. Even if they belonged to the government, they couldn't be converted into cash. For politicians, the financial loss wasn't unacceptable. No matter how many treasures the royal family lost, it had no real financial impact on the government. When the government was short of money, would the royal family sell these treasures to maintain the government? As for the losses to those museums, they would indeed seriously affect the future tourism industry, but that's a matter for the future, and future politicians would need to solve it. However, if there were too many deaths and injuries, the current politicians would have to take the blame.

Stand up bravely?
That's very bold!
Therefore, for politicians today, giving up is precisely the best option.

As for face...

That's about the nation's reputation; if we lose it, so be it!

At this point, Xiao Ying didn't care about losing face!

Of course, it's not that we're really ignoring it. This is a criminal case; it's just a robbery in the city. Even if he robbed the royal palace, it would still be a criminal case. So, it can be handled by the police. His Excellency the Prime Minister has solemnly instructed the police department to immediately arrest this robber and bring him to justice to quell the public outcry.

Criminal cases should be handled by specialized agencies.

Surely the prime minister can't personally mobilize the military to resolve criminal cases?

Everyone should do their job, okay?

In the end, Yang Feng completely robbed Xiao Ying...

Clean up.

This term is already used in most countries.

Those countries that had already shown interest all chose to use the word "looting," while only a few used "plundering." Similarly, the vast majority referred to Yang Feng as a person with supernatural abilities, with only a few calling him a robber. This was the official stance. As for the general public, the vast majority were actually cheering for him, especially those countries that had suffered under colonial rule; the majority of their citizens supported him.

Although some people condemned him.

What a cheapskate!

There will always be some.

He spent five whole days cleaning up Xiaoying, all while being watched by the world.

He would come to any collection of bronze artifacts, whether from royalty, museums, or private collectors, and clear them out along with the rest. He had the location coordinates, so even moving them overnight wouldn't help.

This even includes other cities.

Five days later, he returned to the museum.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will now select a location to authenticate these treasures and invite experts from various countries to go there. Of course, if the United Nations is willing, a special committee can be established to participate in resolving legal procedural issues. If the United Nations is unwilling, then I can only invite experts from various countries to be responsible for the authentication. All those identified as truly belonging to their respective countries can be taken away directly."

He addressed the assembled reporters.

Of course, those who were invited by him were actually there to participate in a humiliating frenzy for Xiao Ying.

But I won't go...

Only a fool wouldn't go!

Humiliating Xiaoying is something that can make everyone happy.

"Sir, where would you like to conduct this work?"

A reporter, clearly Indian, asked with barely suppressed excitement.

You should know that most of these treasures probably belonged to them and their mortal enemy.

A windfall from heaven!
In fact, their old Prime Minister had already stated that if this supernatural being did this, they wouldn't mind accepting what originally belonged to them. Their arch-enemies followed suit, even starting to make a list; if any of the treasures Yang Feng offered were on that list, they would accept them.

"This kind of thing should be done in a neutral country, preferably a permanently neutral country, so I chose a country that is known for this."

Moreover, as far as I know, their bank vaults also contain many treasures that represent the evils of the colonial era.

I hope they will hand it over together.

Of course, I also hope they can be more rational; they should understand the consequences of being irrational.

Okay, I'm leaving now!

Yang Feng said.

After he finished speaking, he pointed with his nine-section staff, and a car from a certain Eastern country appeared directly in front of him.

Even the license plate belongs to the latter.

Of course, this was actually his own car. Then, to everyone's bewilderment, he opened the car door and got in. He then stepped on the gas of the small family SUV and drove forward like a tourist on a road trip.

The style of his art left everyone somewhat bewildered, after all, he had been a surrealist ever since he arrived in this country.

Your art style has become really confusing!

and……

Whose license plate is this?
Wasn't Yang Feng a missing person?

You can't be confirmed as the missing person Yang Feng, right?

Of course, this was no longer Yang Feng's concern. He drove through the dense crowds, straight out of the city, onto the highway leading directly to the undersea tunnel, and began his European journey.

He still has many countries to clean up!
(End of this chapter)