People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 75 The Basement Alarm

Meanwhile, Chen Ping'an called Mark and asked him to cooperate when he was helping people in Fuqing.

Mark said he understood.

He then picked up the walkie-talkie in the car: "Saints, the situation has changed. The Fuqing gang may take action to snatch people at any time. The priest asked us to cooperate in rescuing those children."

"Are you sure you're okay with exchanging fire with someone on American soil?"

Saint was Andrew's code name. He was a Puritan and a rare good man among American troops stationed in Afghanistan.

This wasn't said by Mark, but by Vanessa, the Texas girl.

She once said in despair that almost everyone in the camp had violated her, and only Andrew and a few teammates did their best to protect her, like a saint in that hell.

That's why Mark and Andrew were both in this tactical group at the time, and they were frequently sent on missions.

When going on missions, they call each other by their code names. Mark is used to Andrew's code name!

"Cowboy, although I am religious, I am not old-fashioned."

Moreover, those who participate in cannibalism are undoubtedly followers of Satan.

For the glory of the Lord, I wouldn't mind sending them to hell!

Hey buddy!

Don't forget, you are now a believer in the Eastern God!

The Lord said that all gods except Him are false gods, and your faith is wavering.

Mark chuckled slightly, but his eyes remained fixed on the convoy five or six hundred meters away, where several cars were slowly approaching; they belonged to the Fuqing gang.

They're probably about to take action.

However, although it approached without leaving a trace and seemed to be driving haphazardly, it did not take action immediately.

They should all be waiting for a signal.

Mark guessed: "Both sides need to act together. If this side makes the first move, someone will notify Edward Manor."

If the priest led his men to storm in and rescue the children, the casualties would be very heavy.

"Wardfa—why did they make a move?"

"Are we just going to ignore the manor?"

Mark realized something was wrong as soon as he made his guess; the Fuqing gang had already taken action!

This section of the road is a relatively remote interstate highway, so it seems these kids are really planning to be transported to other states.

Six or seven cars that had been walking peacefully within a few hundred meters suddenly swerved together, and a shotgun barrel suddenly shot out from the already lowered car window. With a loud bang, the car window glass was completely destroyed.

Of course, the driver's head was also smashed, but it didn't explode like a watermelon, which shows that the car window glass was quite hard and blocked most of the force.

Immediately afterwards, a downgraded stun grenade was thrown in through the broken car window.

Then the two cars on either side sandwiched it together until the stun grenade exploded and the car stopped. The other three cars, each with children, were all forced to stop in the same way.

Immediately afterwards, the Fuqing gang members quickly got out of the car, used pistols to clear out the escorts inside, and quickly dragged the frightened and bewildered children off the vehicle.

The four children, the youngest probably only 9 years old and the oldest no more than 15, were all girls. They were quickly shoved into a car by the people from Fuqing and were about to leave the scene.

The convoy, which was originally leading the way in a rugged off-road vehicle, must have seen the sudden hijacking through its rearview mirror.

Of course, they couldn't possibly miss the sound of gunfire and stun grenades, so the other side reacted quickly.

The car made a sharp U-turn on the intercontinental highway and crashed into the vehicles belonging to the Fuqing gang.

Some people had already rolled down their car windows and stuck their heads out, along with the muzzles of submachine guns.

Not far away, the brakes were slammed on, but before the car had even come to a complete stop, Mark was already standing on the road, an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle already loaded and aimed at the driver's seat of the Cadillac.

Outside Edward Manor.

"They're almost here, Xiao Wu. Have the men check their weapons. Let's make sure there are no problems once we've charged in!"

Deng Chun couldn't help but give an order to his subordinates behind him.

"Brother Chun, you've given the order twice already!"

Don't worry!

"Wait a minute, those respectable medical school kids my nephew brought won't be able to get to the front lines, they won't be in any danger!"

Xiao Wu is not young anymore, a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a scar on his eyebrow.

Back when I was fighting with the Mexicans, a bullet grazed my eyebrow, leaving a bloody gash. That's how it ended up.

However, with this gunshot wound, he looked more fierce and imposing, and it was clear at a glance that he was not someone to be trifled with.

He knew perfectly well why Deng Chun was so nervous. This was his only son, and he had never let him get involved in gang affairs before. His only requirement had always been to study hard and improve every day.

Now that he's suddenly being involved in his affairs, and right off the bat in a potential gunfight, how could he, as a father, not be nervous?

At this moment, two cars sped by, but were stopped far away. One of the people who got out of the cars was Deng Chun's son.

"This is my son Jiale and his classmate."

"Jiale, say hello to the real person!"

When Deng Chun arrived with his son Deng Jiale and six other students from the East, Chen Ping'an's system panel changed.

【The Good Son of the Han Dynasty, Part Two】—>【The Good Son of the Han Dynasty, Part Six】

[Meets the task requirements.]

Ok?

Chen Ping'an had an idea. Only 6? What's going on?

Seven young men came, so only four of them are from respectable families?

Deng Jiale understood why his father was so respectful, but people in Fujian generally showed more respect to monks and Taoist priests than people in other provinces.

Moreover, before they came, his father had explained in detail over the phone why they were being asked to come this time.

At the Fuqing Gang's headquarters, someone used Fuqing Gang's knives and guns to stab himself and shoot himself.

In the end, nothing happened at all!

The Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt—this was the opportunity his father had sought for him.

This rescue of his own people's children may be a test for Deng Jiale.

"Deng Jiale sends his greetings to the Taoist priest!"

Chen Pingan nodded: "Yes, hello to you too!"

"Alright, go get ready!"

I'm sure your father has already prepared bulletproof vests and guns for you.

You guys all probably know how to handle guns, right?

"Yes, but we usually just go to the shooting range to play around; we've never actually fought a gun battle!"

Chen Pingan waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry, you can just come along at the back and participate. Your main responsibility is to comfort the children."

We are at the forefront.

Go and get ready!

Chen Ping'an was truly determined to be at the forefront. He possessed the ability to perceive auras with his keen insight, allowing him to clearly see where the enemy's red aura was located, as well as the auras of the children.

"yes!"

Although Deng Jiale and his classmates arrived in a hurry, he had already given a brief explanation of what the rescue mission was about on the way.

Attack a manor!

Moreover, this estate is located in the most populous state and the most prosperous city in the United States.

All for the sake of rescuing a group of children!

A group of Eastern children who smuggled themselves into America by boat, and who might end up on someone's dinner table.

Although his classmates didn't say anything, most of them scrutinized Chen Ping'an from head to toe.

Chen Ping'an didn't need to think to know what they were thinking: international students from the East, staunch materialists.

They probably think of themselves as charlatans!

They walked toward Deng Chun's car, which was hidden in the bushes, to put on bulletproof vests and get guns.

It should be around 200 meters. My own control panel has restored [Great Han Good Family Son II].

Ok?

Interesting, he smiled at Lin Zhiyong, who was not far away, and said, "I have a feeling that some of these people didn't come here willingly."

They might even have other motives.

You told Deng Chun that it wasn't appropriate to be so blatant in broad daylight, and that he should have those men get ready and come over one by one.

Don't crowd together, you'll attract too much attention!

Lin Zhiyong nodded and left.

He didn't ask any further questions; Chen Ping'an had his reasons for making such an arrangement.

Although it is very likely that this is just an excuse.

This was, of course, Chen Ping'an's excuse. When these international students arrived, Chen Ping'an had already used his Insightful Eyes to see them all, and each of them had a light green, friendly aura about them.

Deng Jiale's green is purer, after all, he has his father Deng Chun behind him.

The other international students, of course, weren't quite as pure, but they still maintained a friendly atmosphere.

But what Chen Ping'an was curious about was which of them wasn't from a respectable family?

After all, the standard for a respectable son of the Han Dynasty is to be proud of one's Han bloodline, to have received a good education, to have a certain level of martial arts skills, and to have no criminal record.

So let them come over one by one, and by looking at the hints in the Taiping Heavenly Book, we can tell who is not from a respectable family.

After all, of the four conditions for a good family man, the requirement of being educated can be completely disregarded. He went to study at a prestigious medical school, so it's impossible that he wasn't educated.

The same applies to criminal records; they are also checked when applying to study abroad.

As for force, once they come over with guns and bulletproof vests, who dares to say they have no force?

In ancient times, one person could fight ten or even a hundred!

Then there is only one last possibility: that they do not take pride in their Han bloodline.

Or perhaps they simply don't have Han blood!

What Chen Ping'an needs to identify is this.

Lin Zhiyong immediately went over to relay the message, and soon Deng Jiale and the others put on their bulletproof vests, took their guns, and walked over.

Once they put on their gear, it was clear that three of the international students had undergone professional training.

Wow—these three people, could they be military doctors studying abroad?

The way someone carries a gun is subconsciously different between someone who has received professional training and someone who hasn't.

Even if an ordinary person knows how to shoot, without professional tactical training, they might just grab a gun and leave.

Even those who have received professional tactical training, even the most basic ones, know which posture is the fastest way to draw a gun in combat.

But what would a military doctor study if he came here to study? Would he learn how to treat gunshot wounds?

Chen Ping'an looked at the prompts in the Taiping Heavenly Book.

[The third son of a good family of the Great Han Dynasty]——>[The fourth son of a good family of the Great Han Dynasty]——>[The fifth son of a good family of the Great Han Dynasty]——>[The sixth son of a good family of the Great Han Dynasty]

Case solved!

Besides Deng Jiale, there are three others who have clearly received professional military training, making a total of four. Adding Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong, there are a total of six people.

All the respectable young men from the Han Dynasty recognized by the Heavenly Book were present.

As for the other three, Chen Ping'an guessed that it was uncertain whether they would return after graduation.

I came here to study abroad, and of course I saw how much money doctors make in America. If I could stay, it would definitely be easier to make a living here than in China.

"What are your names?"

Chen Ping'an looked at the three international students who clearly had professional military training and asked them directly.

"Liu Yong!"

"Wang Bin!"

"Chen Mingyu!"

Chen Ping'an nodded: "When we go in later, you don't need to rush ahead. Just follow behind. Your main responsibility is to comfort and treat the child after we find him."

Because it is uncertain what the children's physical condition was during the smuggling process.

We've brought you here to do this, so you'll be going in towards the back.

Also, apart from me and that other guy, don't trust other people too much.

Those people may not be good people.

Do you understand?

Chen Pingan casually made up an excuse and gave them some instructions.

Liu Yong, Wang Bin, and Chen Mingyu were puzzled as to why this charlatan, whom the gang leader revered as a "real man," seemed so friendly to them.

The three of them exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison: "Understood!"

As the saying goes, professionals doing professional work is far better than laymen.

The Fuqing Gang is not a professional military organization, but they are not just ordinary brutes who would charge around with a gun.

In today's internet age, what can't you learn?

The most important thing is to have the awareness to learn.

Easterners, on the other hand, have an inherent war gene in their bones and are naturally gifted in warfare.

This includes learning how to fight online or receiving training from professional military instructors.

Therefore, before taking action, they had already conducted a basic reconnaissance of the manor, marking out the armed guards or areas of activity that could be seen within the manor.

The best route to sneak in has been found.

As soon as Chen Ping'an said "start," the elite members of the Fuqing Gang, who had already been assigned four directions via their mobile phones, rushed forward at an extremely fast pace, under the cover of the greenery.

Throughout his journey, Chen Ping'an had hoped that his ability to see through walls and detect hostile auras would come in handy.

Unexpectedly, without his prompting, the middle-aged man carrying a silenced pistol swiftly and decisively cleared out the gate guards of the manor.

His name was Xiao Wu, and he was Deng Chun's most trusted man. After taking care of the gatekeeper, he led several gunmen and rushed in.

There were no gunshots. After Chen Ping'an, Lin Zhiyong, and Deng Chun led the international students inside, they found that everything was taken care of.

It's not difficult at all!

The international students looked completely bewildered. What was the point of their rush to get here?

They thought it was their own compatriots suffering, so they were willing to break American law to come here.

Surprisingly, it didn't make much difference whether they came or not.

Only Deng Jiale, upon hearing from his father that these respectable young men had come as part of the Taoist priest's spiritual practice, was among them.

It might be a test!

Soon, they found the dozen or so children in the manor's vast underground space.

There were indeed seven or eight Chinese children, and others included Korean and Japanese children, but none from Southeast Asia.

After loading the child into the car, the international students began to take on their responsibilities, which included checking on the child and comforting him.

At Chen Ping'an's suggestion, Deng Jiale got into the car and dialed the phone number of the Oriental Consulate in Los Angeles.

The Great Han Dynasty stationed at the Honglu Temple in Los Angeles?

No!

However, there is still an Eastern Consulate in Los Angeles.

After they left, the signal jammers were removed, and in a hidden corner of the manor's basement, an alarm began to flash red.