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

Chapter 397 Hell in the Villas of the Rich
"Hehehe..."

Inside a villa, the floor and walls were covered with tarpaulins.

On the central dining table lay a naked young girl, her eyes swollen and red, her cheekbones swollen, her head severed above her breasts by wire. Many photographs lay scattered on the table, all depicting the torture and murder of men, women, and children of various ages.

Her blue and white school uniform lay lying nearby.

She tried to open her mouth, but it had already been sealed shut with needle and thread.

Three equally naked men stood beside the naked girl, and a very handsome young man sat on a sofa behind the men.

The boy, dressed in a waterproof jacket, stared calmly at the portrait on the wall in front of him, swirling a glass of red wine in his right hand as he admired his artwork, a faint smile on his face as he wore wireless earphones.

"Hehe... Please, please let me go..." The girl choked back tears, her whole body writhing like an insect.

"Hehe, how can this be?" A man, smoking a cigarette, poured a bottle of liquor into the girl's mouth, then took out photos and started snapping pictures.

This humiliation, which penetrated to the very soul and body, made them burst into laughter.

"Damn, so tender, not bad, not bad..."

"Come on, take a picture of me too!" A boy licked his lips with a smile, leaned over the girl, tilted his head back, and stretched out his right hand. "Yay!"

The girl kept screaming and writhing, trying to escape the humiliation of these scumbags, but her limbs were nailed to the table by wires.

"What? You want to complain to your amazing older brother?" the man laughed. "I heard he practices Taekwondo, right? He won't let us off the hook."

Another person took a photo from the table and held it up in front of the girl; the photo was of her brother.

Half of his head had been cut off.

The girl broke down in tears; in this cold villa, she had become a helpless, begging prey.

This act of resistance actually caused the three thugs to burst into laughter.

Seeing that the girl's psychological defenses had not completely collapsed, another girl gritted her teeth, picked up a photo, and boasted, "You have a six-year-old sister, right? We saw her when we kidnapped you, you know? We strangled her to death by hanging her from the window."

The girl continued to wail and cry, while the three men laughed even more wildly, "What else do you want to ask? We killed your father and mother, you know? Your father tried to resist, but we ripped out his heart."

The girl wailed, helpless.

It was because she was walking on the beach in her school uniform that these beasts took a liking to her.

They broke into her house at night and killed her entire family.

The three men gang-raped her for three days and three nights.

The girl was already living a life worse than death, and struggled to look at the stunningly handsome boy who had never violated her.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop looking." The three thugs smashed the girl's chin and grinned menacingly.

"You...you...why...why did you...do this to me..." The girl could no longer speak coherently, pleading and crying for an answer.

"Because...it's fun...hahaha...don't you think it's fun?" The man laughed maniacally.

The elegant young man slowly stood up, put on plastic gloves, picked up a wire in front of him, and walked towards the girl.

Upon seeing this, the three men immediately shut up and took a few steps back, looking at him with awe.

The girl saw her fate and closed her eyes; she was originally a tourist from South Korea.

But she was targeted by these demons, and her whole family was killed. She herself was tortured and her body was mutilated. She wouldn't live much longer.

Death was the best ending for her.

She was also a precious child cherished by her parents, yet she died in hell.

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Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the villa area, squatted down to check the 40mm guns and Barrett in the sack, and had three grenades slung at his waist.

After doing all that, I walked towards the villa in front of me.

As he walked to the door, his ears suddenly twitched.

The sound insulation of this level of villa is excellent, but I don't know why a gap has appeared now.

Perhaps the people inside had rushed in without closing the door. Feng Yuxiu glanced around, squatted down, and wiped the ground with his right index finger.

A dark brown bloodstain appeared on the fingertip.

After smelling it, I realized the blood was from not long ago.

"We're finally seeing some progress."

Feng Yuxiu stood up, pushed open the door, and went inside.

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"Boss, boss, he's inside!! And I saw the bag full of firearms!! And grenades too!"

Crazy Mike was overjoyed, "I knew it, I knew this kid was a good prospect for the Cleaners. Yes, yes, he's my comrade now. Only this kind of extreme killing can save this dirty and chaotic world."

Mike closed his eyes and stretched his arms out to the sky, "What a fascinating world."

"Boss, that's the youngest son of a South Korean chaebol. He's always been a pervert, and he also has shares in our company."

Mike chuckled. "Do you want to die?"

"To be honest, boss."

“If a tycoon dares to ask me for his son, I’ll kill his whole family.”

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Feng Yuxiu felt that evil was always the business of uncouth people.

Of course, there are also those who pursue elegance to the extreme, such as extreme art.

The four people in front of me are engaging in a horrific act of amusement at the dining table.

When material things reach their peak, people will then pursue spiritual pleasures.

Humans will eventually target their own kind to achieve the ultimate adrenaline rush.

"Damn it! I told you to close the door properly, but you insisted on seeking excitement and let this kid in!" The thug on the left scratched his head and laughed.

“Perfect timing! Our art needs an audience, and isn’t he a great talent?” another person clapped in praise.

"What do you think, young master? How about we just kill him? But we're not interested in killing men."

The handsome young man smiled slightly, "You really don't know what's good for you. What should we do? You just barged into someone else's house like that..."

Feng Yuxiu turned around. He wasn't a saint; if this kind of thing had nothing to do with him, then he didn't need to care.

Moreover, judging from the accent, he was a Korean, so he was even less inclined to care.

His goal was to find the connection between the island and the Polar Bear Company, not to waste time on a damsel in distress, a woman who clearly didn't have long to live.

They had been tortured to the point of teetering on the brink of life and death.

boom!
A throwing knife flew past Feng Yuxiu's ear and landed precisely on the door. The force of the impact caused the end of the dagger to shake violently.

"Damn it! You broke into someone's house and don't even apologize before trying to run away. You little brat, today I'm going to really break you down!" The handsome young man licked his lips, as if he could see a leopard ready to fight back.

Feng Yuxiu turned around expressionlessly and threw the sack on the ground. He then pulled the dagger from the door and sized up the ruthless bandit in front of him.

"Forget it, let's just waste time. Maybe we can get some information from these people..."

Seeing Feng Yuxiu holding a knife and staring at them, the sons of several wealthy families were stunned.

He then pointed at Feng Yuxiu and burst into laughter, "Hahaha... Damn it, he actually wants to rebel against us... How funny..."

Feng Yuxiu slammed the door shut behind him. "What nonsense are you spouting? We're all made of waterproof fabric, and I've been feeling really stifled these past few days, so let's just let it be a slow, agonizing death."

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The operating room door at the provincial hospital was tightly closed, and Lin Xiaoxiao's suppressed groans could be heard from inside.

Lin Xiaoxiao's parents were already restless on the long bench at the end of the corridor.

Lin's mother covered her face with a handkerchief, her shoulders trembling, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.

Lin's father stood ramrod straight, but his hands gripped the seams of his trousers tightly, his knuckles turning white. His Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and in the end, he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

"Thump thump thump—" The sound of hurried footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Wen Guoqiang was dressed in faded casual clothes, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, clearly indicating that he had rushed over.

He stopped in front of the two elderly people, took out his identification from his pocket and handed it over: "I'm from the Provincial Public Security Bureau."

Lin's father looked up and suddenly stood up: "Commander-in-Chief... what brings you here? Wang Yadong hasn't come back, really..."

Wen Guoqiang took back his identification and tapped the cover lightly with his fingertip: "I know. I'm not here to see Wang Yadong, I'm here to see your daughter."

"Didn't your police say long ago that Xiaoxiao has nothing to do with Wang Yadong's case?" Lin's father's voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger.

"It's alright." Wen Guoqiang's tone was very calm.

"Then what are you doing here?!" Lin's father's face flushed red, and his pent-up grievances and anger exploded instantly. "If you have no connection, then stop harassing us! Do you know what the neighbors think of us? My wife and I have been teachers all our lives, and we have never been associated with the words 'family members of criminals'!"

"Yes..." Lin's mother choked up, her handkerchief already soaked with tears. "Do you know what this has done to our family? Parents avoid us like the plague, and relatives and friends are afraid to come to our door... Please, please go..."

Wen Guoqiang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, I can imagine the pressure you're under. I'm here today for two reasons: first, to see if there's anything I can do to lend a hand; and second, because there's something important I must tell you both."

"Is there anything else?" Lin's father's voice trembled. "We don't want to know anything anymore..."

Wen Guoqiang suddenly stood up straight, his gaze becoming exceptionally solemn as he swept over the two elderly men: "I know you are both veteran Party members. After organizational deliberation, I can tell you this matter—but on the condition that you, from the standpoint of Communist Party members, strictly keep this secret."

Mr. Lin was stunned, his brows furrowing deeply: "What do you mean? What does being a Party member have to do with this?"

“Wang Yadong is an informant planted by Interpol, and I directly command him.” Wen Guoqiang’s voice was not loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Lin's father opened his mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time.

The handkerchief in Lin's mother's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." She stared at Wen Guoqiang, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“Wang Yadong made huge sacrifices for the work of the public security organs,” Wen Guoqiang’s voice lowered, with a hint of barely perceptible emotion. “As his family members, you have also suffered pressure that you should not have had to bear. I am here today for two reasons: first, to explain the situation to you on behalf of the public security organs, and second, to earnestly request that you keep this confidential.”

"You mean... Wang Yadong is... a policeman?" Lin's father's voice trembled so badly that it sounded like he was asking the other person, or perhaps asking himself.

“He’s not a policeman, he’s an intelligence agent, what we commonly call an undercover agent.” Wen Guoqiang spoke slowly, each word clear and forceful. “He’s been carrying out missions under my command all along. To put it bluntly—he’s a good person.”

"Then...he's not a wanted criminal?" Lin's mother finally found her voice, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

“No.” Wen Guoqiang said firmly, “He was a special agent who risked his life to gather intelligence for the public security department.”

"Then where is he now?" Lin's father grabbed Wen Guoqiang's arm, his knuckles almost digging into the other's flesh.

Wen Guoqiang gently pulled away and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't say. But as his direct supervisor, it's my responsibility to come over at this time and see if I can help."

Lin's mother covered her mouth, sobs escaping her lips. Lin's father took a deep breath, his eyes red-rimmed: "We don't want help, we just want to know when this family can be reunited! Officer, when will he be able to come back?"

“His mission is not yet complete, so I cannot give a definite answer right now.” Wen Guoqiang looked at the two elderly people with apologetic yet unusually firm eyes. “But please believe me, he is very clever and resilient, and he will definitely come back safely.”

Lin's mother nodded, but her tears flowed even more fiercely—it was a mixture of relief and deeper concern.

Just then, a loud cry suddenly came from the operating room!

"Wow--"

The three adults were startled at the same time and rushed towards the operating room door.

Just then, the door opened, and a nurse came out carrying a bright red swaddled baby, a smile on her face: "Congratulations! It's a boy, weighing six pounds eight ounces. Mother and daughter are both safe!"

Through the half-open door, one could see Lin Xiaoxiao lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, but a weak smile appeared on her lips.

Lin's mother could no longer hold back. She covered her mouth, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears. This time, her tears were finally mixed with a hint of joy.

Wen Guoqiang's tense shoulders relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief, his voice filled with the joy of surviving a disaster: "Thank God!"

Lin's father turned around, suddenly grasped Wen Guoqiang's hand, his palm burning hot, his hand trembling uncontrollably: "Thank you, comrade! Today is truly a double celebration! I have a grandson, and I also know... I also know that my son-in-law is not a criminal, but a hero! Thank you, thank you so much..."

“Of course he is a hero, a man who ventured deep into the lion’s den.” Wen Guoqiang patted Lin’s father’s hand and took out a thick envelope from his pocket. “Please accept this.”

"No, no, no! We don't want it!" Mr. Lin hurriedly waved his hands. "Our family doesn't lack money, we really don't want it..."

"This is the reward money Wang Yadong received for solving the previous cases." Wen Guoqiang stuffed the envelope into his hand, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I know you don't care about money, but this is what he deserves. He's not here right now, so please keep it for him."

Lin's father held the envelope, his fingertips tracing the rough edges of the paper, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

He sniffed: "Then...when can we tell our relatives and friends that he's a good person?"

“Not now.” Wen Guoqiang’s voice deepened. “We have to wait until he comes home, until all the cases are closed. I’m telling you this today because I don’t want you to carry the burden of being ‘family members of criminals’ anymore, but you might still have to suffer some grievances from outsiders. For his safety, this secret must be kept. Also…” He paused, looking towards the operating room, “Don’t tell Xiaoxiao about this for now.”

Lin's mother suddenly looked up: "Why? That's her husband!"

“This is the organization’s decision.” Wen Guoqiang’s expression turned serious. “Xiaoxiao is still young and might be impulsive. If she gets emotional and lets something slip, Wang Yadong will be in danger. Wouldn’t it be better for him to come back safely and tell his wife himself?”

The corridor fell silent, save for Lin's mother's suppressed sobs and the occasional babbling of a baby in the distance.

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"Hehehe..."

A surveillance camera is watching the villa from a secluded corner.

Crazy Mike stood up, his face beaming with ecstasy as he stared at the screen.

He witnessed Feng Yuxiu gradually dismantle all four of them.

They wailed in despair, and he was even fascinated by the expressions that seemed inhuman to him.

"An artist, a true street cleaner artist! See that? That's genius... professional! He must be a professional!"

Mike took a deep breath, mesmerized. "Get the word out there, get the polar bear division moving. I want to see his ultimate artistry."

"Boss, these rich kids know about the activities in the villa area to the south... There are some important people there..."

boom!
Mike shot the distracted subordinate dead with a swift motion and continued to stare intently at the screen.

"Art……"

(End of this chapter)