Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 142 White Flag
Yang Feng's image, with his wings spread wide, golden armor, halberd, and drone at his feet, could be said to have thrown the entire world's belief system into disarray.

Atheism, of course, cannot explain this.

After all, he really was like a god descended to earth.

But theism is even more chaotic. After all, the identity he claims to have is very niche in this world, while the mainstream now has to face the fact that this niche system has produced a man who is closest to God. Everyone is just talking, but you suddenly pull out a gun.

It's very awkward.

How do we explain Him to believers?

To say he's a demon?
Then why don't you come up with one that isn't a demon?
He has already invaded your territory and is even running rampant in Europe. This is tantamount to coming to your doorstep to cause trouble, and theoretically, he's even in your core area. After all, he was once a devoted follower of God, and he's even started to gain followers through witchcraft. So you must quickly take action to suppress him! Slay the demon! Send angels down and send this provocative devil back to hell!
Why aren't you up yet?

Don't you dare?

Of course, I really wouldn't dare.

Above the cleared bridge, Yang Feng, clad in golden armor with wings on his back, watched the convoy speeding past below.

Meanwhile, a group of clergymen were silently watching from the sidelines at the bridgehead.

Meanwhile, in the distant sky, pilots and soldiers in helicopters were also watching silently.

This was a newly arrived reinforcement who witnessed Yang Feng's massacre of the defending troops. So they wisely stopped and just watched from a distance. Several fighter jets were also circling high in the sky, but they didn't even dare to descend.

Yang Feng glanced at them arrogantly, then landed next to his car, and removed his divine armor, returning to his normal attire.

Two young girls opened the car door for him like divine servants, and then the three of them got into the car.

The cars sped past the convoy.

A dozen minutes later, when they arrived at the next small town, the chameleon's special envoy was already waiting.

But Yang Feng drove straight past him.

"white flag!"

Yang Feng shouted from inside the car.

The envoy stood there awkwardly, watching their car drive away.

Then he walked to the helicopter next to him, but after thinking for a moment, he took a tricolor flag from the front of a shop as he went in. What he was going to do with it was not for outsiders to know. But then his helicopter flew over the convoy and landed in the next town they were about to pass through. The envoy who stepped out of the helicopter again was holding a white flag.

Yang Feng's car stopped in front of him, but the convoy continued forward because the reinforcements had not yet arrived, so no one stopped them.

In fact, it's already very difficult for them to stop them.

At this point, it's no longer just a matter of impulsiveness.

There is clearly someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Politicians, huh!
Chameleon's approval rating is a paltry ten percent. He's only managed to hold on this long because other factions don't want the right wing to come to power, so they've had to grit their teeth and endure it. But this time, the right wing is actually on Chameleon's side, supporting his hardline stance. Chameleon also wants to boost his approval rating through this incident. Although the Plain White Banner is famous, at least they'll still play the White Feather card until the enemy is at the gates. In this situation, the left wing is not having it, because most of their supporters support Yang Feng's slogans. After all, his theories essentially give the new citizens, who were originally just considered to have been promoted, a natural sense of justice.

It is our right to enjoy the benefits here. We are not here to enjoy your benefits, but to give you a chance to atone for your sins and a chance to return to the civilized world.

You should say thank you.

This theory hits the nail on the head for both the Black and Green factions.

What refugees?
I'm here to give you a chance to atone for your sins.

And these people are basically tied to the rainbow flag. In fact, which woman in this country who is holding up the rainbow flag doesn't have a black and green man standing next to her?
The NGOs that were also trying to destabilize the country were overjoyed. No matter how clownish the chameleon's performance was, it was still true that this country could be considered the last bastion of old Europe. The country's unique characteristics meant that old Europe still had something to rely on...

Even just a little bit.

But there are also some.

Therefore, superpowers are also trying to disrupt them.

After all, this isn't a dog.

They are not fully tamed yet.

Now this is clearly a good opportunity, so in addition to Yang Feng's side, other cities have also seen people chanting slogans for the chameleon to step down. Even in major cities, the black and green groups have started their habitual acts: street vandalism, clashes between slums and police, and arson.

All sorts of things that inevitably happen whenever there is an unusual event in this country have occurred.

As for what Yang Feng wanted...

What do those have to do with the lower classes?
Do you think that those at the bottom of society, looking at mummies from North Africa in museums, can still be full of enthusiasm and work even harder for capitalists?

Or are those sophisticated egoists who would abandon even their own country truly courageous enough to fight to the death at the sight of what's about to be taken away? No, they'd be quite happy to take advantage of the chaos. The native white conservatives will indeed be enraged by Yang Feng's evil deeds; they want to protect national honor. Of course, they'd rather not go to war, but they will certainly be angry. But the new citizens only want to take advantage of the situation. The true leftists even believe that Yang Feng is helping them atone for their colonial past—the fake leftists…

Fake leftists don't play when they're behind.

In this situation, the chameleon really has no choice but to surrender.

After all, he only has the ability to get angry.

If he truly had the courage to fight to the bitter end, he wouldn't be a chameleon.

"Your Excellency, we can send some of the government-owned artifacts to your destination. The reason is that we also pursue justice and fairness and are willing to work with the victimized countries to resolve these issues left over from the colonial era. As for private collectors who voluntarily donate their collections, we will certainly support them, but we hope that Your Excellency will not do it yourself. At the same time, we will arrange transportation of your choice to take you to your desired destination."

The envoy, waving a white flag, spoke with some embarrassment.

They negotiated in Yang Feng's car.

So the special envoy is now sitting in the passenger seat, turning around to negotiate with Yang Feng in the back seat.

"Does that also include those you're secretly sending to various places to hide?"

Yang Feng sneered.

At the same time, the virtual Earth appeared in front of him.

Then, in his zoom-in, cars transporting these treasures appeared in the frame next to the picture, and as he zoomed in further, even the treasures inside appeared in the frame.

The chameleon, of course, wouldn't give it all away.

He actually just wanted to take out a small amount, and in the name of their government, although in reality it was handed over to Yang Feng for disposal. It sounded better that way, but they assumed that Yang Feng couldn't possibly know where it all was, so they hid the ones they really couldn't bear to part with. As for the private collections, that was even more beyond the chameleon's control; there were many private collectors he couldn't afford to offend.

but……

The envoy looked at the virtual Earth with a melancholy expression.

“Go back and tell your president that he has no other choice but to take these things, whether he accepts it or not.”

He can resist.

But I can also kill anyone who dares to oppose me.

Yang Feng said, turning the virtual globe.

“Your Excellency, I hope you understand that we are not without the ability to stop you,” the envoy said.

"What would he use, a nuclear bomb? Does he even have the guts?"

Yang Feng said.

The special envoy was speechless.

This really doesn't exist.

This demon is right here on their own soil. If this chameleon dares to drop a nuclear bomb, he's betting not only his own future, but also the future of the political group he belongs to. Whether or not they can kill this guy, they will lose their future.

"Your Mightiness……"

He said it almost in a pleading tone.

But at that moment, Yang Feng suddenly revealed his jade axe. Before they could react, he slashed it overhead with incredible speed. Almost simultaneously, flames exploded in the sky above them, followed by a whistling sound as a dense barrage of explosions engulfed their car. Even the roof was shattered, and several small bombs smashed through the windows and exploded inside the car, instantly turning the envoy into a bloody mess. Only Yang Feng remained calmly seated, watching shrapnel and small bombs ripple through his body.

Meanwhile, explosions continued to occur all around the car.

Not very powerful.

But the coverage area is huge.

And this was just the beginning, because immediately afterward, the same flames exploded above their heads, and then countless bright flames fell like a rain of fire.

But there are still others.

Just as flames engulfed the car, and even the thermite inside burned through the body, the third rocket, which should have been a long-range rocket, exploded. This one was much simpler, exploding directly in the air and then continuing to ravage the car like a torrential rain of steel balls. The unfortunate envoy was almost reduced to a tattered rag.

The entire car was filled with his rotten flesh.

"This doesn't look like a chameleon!"

Yang Feng sat there, sighing with emotion.

This is clearly a long-range rocket. They have a domestic version of the M270, but the rockets they launch are no different; they are still the same guided rockets. They do not have tactical missiles.

It existed in the past.

But he has already retired.

Of course, that one was garbage too.

They only have strategic submarine-launched missiles now, which are not suitable for attacking him.

This is the only type of rocket launcher that we can use.

However, negotiating while simultaneously launching a long-range rocket attack on him was certainly not the style of a chameleon; he wasn't exactly daring. Of course, this had nothing to do with Yang Feng; whether he was a chameleon or not was no longer important. What mattered was that his car was destroyed. As soon as the steel rain ended, Yang Feng smashed through the completely wrecked car, and amidst the rushing followers, he shot straight into the sky, transforming into a golden streak. Just minutes later, he appeared above their presidential palace, looking down at the magnificent palace amidst the chaotic screams below.

Soon, a large number of people poured out of the palace.

Yang Feng, like a deity descending from heaven, looked down upon all living beings with a majestic gaze.

Immediately afterwards, Chameleon, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, ran out in a panic.

"Your Excellency, I did not give the order. Someone attacked you without my permission. I am investigating. Please give me some time."

He shouted anxiously.

"That has nothing to do with me, because your negotiators have been killed. So now I am here to formally inform you that the negotiations have broken down and the war continues. Tell your fleet commander that if he does not want too many innocent soldiers to die, he should immediately withdraw from your aircraft carrier."

I'm going to destroy it.

Yang Feng spoke like a general from the Spring and Autumn Period issuing a challenge.

Then he flew away.

A few minutes later, he had already flown to their naval port.

"Is sinking this wrecked ship actually helping the chameleons? After all, it must be quite a burden for them to keep this thing, and it's not very useful. They wanted to go to Asia to show off, but they were so scared that they only dared to stay close to the edge."

Yang Feng looked at the aircraft carrier in chaos below and couldn't help but sigh.

It was clear that Chameleon had already ordered the evacuation of the aircraft carrier, but the atmosphere on board wasn't too tense. Many soldiers were still carrying large bags and seemed quite relaxed. Although it wasn't a large aircraft carrier, there were still quite a few people on board. Cars were still crowding the shore as they drove away, their horns blaring haphazardly, and some were even with their girlfriends.

relaxation.

Absolute relaxation.

"If you dare destroy my car, then I'll destroy your aircraft carrier instead!"

He said it with a somewhat ferocious expression.

He then soared into the sky.

By this time, some people below had already seen him; the soldiers in Squad A were all looking up at him.

then……

Ten thousand meters in the air, a steel ball weighing hundreds of tons hurtles down.

Yang Feng stood on the steel ball.

He calmly watched the aircraft carrier below shrink to a mere dot, but the latter was gradually growing larger as the steel ball rapidly descended. At the same time, on a warship not far from the aircraft carrier, the flash of a missile launch illuminated the sky, and a missile streaked into the sky with a spectacular trail.

Then came the second one, the third one...

Just like the Patriot Interceptor's thirty-odd consecutive shots, missiles on this warship shot straight into the sky one after another. The first one arrived in the blink of an eye and exploded with a bang next to the steel ball. The steel ball was slightly deviated, but Yang Feng calmly kicked it, and the steel ball returned to its original trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, the second missile exploded.

The steel ball deviated again.

Then Yang Feng kicked it back onto its original track.

As the missiles continued to explode, he kept kicking the steel ball, trying to get it back onto its trajectory towards the aircraft carrier.

Soon the view below became clear again.

The previous relaxed atmosphere was gone. The crew was filled with terrified sailors fleeing for their lives. Those who had been queuing to drive away on shore abandoned their vehicles and ran for their lives, and even a helicopter took off urgently despite the surrounding soldiers' escape. Those below could also see the steel ball in the sky. The close-in weapon systems were spraying flames wildly, and the tracer rays of the shells were directed at and even hit the steel ball, but their power had almost no effect on it.

It can't even be made to deviate.

With a terrifying roar, it carried Yang Feng, who was standing on it, and crashed into the center of the aircraft carrier with the kinetic energy of a fall of ten thousand meters, amidst the desperate gazes of those below.

One by one, the fighter jets that were knocked away flashed past Yang Feng's field of vision.

His figure also flashed past the sailors' sight...

(End of this chapter)