The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Midsummer, a shanty town in Yancheng.

A young man wearing an army green camouflage backpack glanced at the piece of paper with the address written on it with a complicated expression, and knocked on the wooden door of the shed.

"Uncle, is this Dillon's house?"

The old man was haggard and coughed violently before he could speak.

The man glanced at the scene in the shed, and his sword-shaped eyebrows could not help but tightly knit together.

Low ceilings, dilapidated furniture, a simple dining table with more than a dozen medicine bottles and leftovers from last night.

The old man finally stopped coughing, and asked weakly, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

The man gritted his teeth, "My name is Yang Chen, and I'm Di Long's comrade-in-arms."

When the old man heard the name Dillon, his obscure eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in surprise, "Are you Aaron's comrade-in-arms? What about others? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Looking at the old man's eager eyes, Yang Chen's eyes flickered, he swallowed the words that came to his lips, and forced a smile: "He went to perform a mission abroad and can't come back for the time being, so he entrusted me to come and see you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed, and he turned around and entered the room dejectedly.

"Son, come in and sit if you don't mind being dirty!"

Yang Chen stepped in and followed, found the dilapidated Maza and sat down.

With his back to Yang Chen, the old man started to clean up the leftovers on the table, and asked while cleaning up: "Child, did it hurt when Aaron left?"

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, "Uncle——"

"Don't lie to me, the army that Aaron serves is the God of War in the Eastern Territory, and the Blood Eagle Special Forces team founded by Yang Yuzuo, not to mention in the Xia Kingdom, even if you look at the whole world, it is definitely the peak combat power, and it will not be easily defeated by outsiders. sent to carry out the mission."

Yang Chen secretly sighed, and couldn't help secretly admiring the old man's insight.

"Gou benefit the country's life and death, why avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune, I am a veteran, I understand."

The old man's slightly hunched back slowly straightened, slowly raised his right hand, and saluted a standard military salute in the direction of the Eastern Territory with a snap, and did not put it down for a long time.

Yang Chen's nose was sore, "Three months ago, the border crisis, we went deep into the enemy's hinterland to carry out the beheading mission. In order to protect Yang Yuzuo, Aaron was pierced by a bullet in the heart, walking very peacefully..."

"it is good!"

The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, the enemy commanders who violated the border of Xia Kingdom were collectively beheaded. My son is credited with being able to block bullets for Emperor Yang. Aaron died well and deservedly!"

The old man turned around and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to Yang Chen with relief: "Children, you are amazing, this battle of yours caused a sensation all over the world, and made the enemy army full of ambitions retreat without a fight. At least ten years later, they dare not do it again. On our frontier, Yang Yuzuo is worthy of being the protector of our Xia Kingdom, worthy of the title of 'Eagle Commander'!"

Yang Chen lowered his head slightly, "Uncle, Emperor Yang asked me to convey his apology to you. He didn't fulfill the responsibility of an officer and elder brother, and let Aaron die in a foreign land..."

The old man laughed twice, "Eight years ago, my country was in a precarious situation due to domestic and foreign troubles. If it hadn't been for the birth of Yang Yuzuo and the creation of the Blood Eagle Special Forces to turn the tide, it took five years to block the east and west and kill all over the world. How can there be peace and prosperity in my Xia Kingdom today? To hear his apology, my old man's life is worth it!"

Yang Chen didn't speak, he opened the camouflage bag, took out a precious golden nanmu urn from inside, slowly handed it to the old man, and said sonorously:

"Uncle, although Aaron is gone, you have 1200 more sons! All the brothers of the Blood Eagle Special Forces, including Yang Yuzuo himself, are your sons from today on!"

"well……"

The old man took the urn with trembling hands and held it tightly in his arms. Two lines of dirty tears fell silently, dripping on the urn, soaking the young smiling face in the photo.

"Uncle, this is Yang Yuzuo's kindness, please accept it." Yang Chen held a black card in front of the old man with both hands, "Yang Yuzuo saved a little money in the card, so that you don't have to work so hard in the future gone."

Di Lao glanced at the black card in Yang Chen's hand, but snorted coldly, "Is Emperor Yang looking down on my old man? I have hands and feet, can I still starve to death? Besides, Aaron has been a soldier for so many years, Send me some money, you can take this money back to Emperor Yang, I don’t want it!”

"This--"

boom--

Before Yang Chen finished speaking, the door of the shed made a loud noise, fell off the door frame, and hit the ground.

"Fuck, what the hell does it smell like? Pigsty, is this?"

A bald man with big arms and round waist, fanning the wind with his hands, walked in cursingly, followed by a dozen gangsters holding sticks, looking at Old Di with ill intentions.

A trace of anger flashed in Di Lao's eyes: "Zhang Biao, what are you doing here again?"

Zhang Biao exaggeratedly widened his eyes and asked, "Hey, old man Di, what's the matter today? Are you so angry? I'm sending you money!"

As he said that, Zhang Biao took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and waved them in front of Di Lao's eyes.

"This is your demolition compensation, sign the agreement, and the 5000 yuan will belong to you!"

"5000 yuan?" Di Lao looked at Zhang Biao angrily: "Zhang Biao, according to your own standards, you should give me at least 30 yuan in compensation. Why do you only give me 5000 yuan?!"

Zhang Biao said with a smile: "I said, old man Di, you see that you are already old, and you might burp someday. What's the use of leaving so much money? Why don't you give it to our brothers to go out drinking and pick up girls? We miss you when we're having a good time, don't we?"

"How to spend the money is my business, you don't need to worry about it!"

Zhang Biao clicked his tongue twice: "I know, you want to donate money to the poor in the mountains again, right? You say you don't have enough to eat, and you pretend to be a philanthropist. What are you trying to do?"

"You don't have to worry about it, you give me the money that should be given to me, and I will move out!"

The smile on Zhang Biao's face gradually disappeared, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "Old man Di, you are so fucking shameless, right? Let me tell you, if you can't get a real estate certificate for this broken kennel, even if it is illegally built, I will You don’t need to give me a dime, but I can dismantle it for you, believe it or not?”

"How dare you!" Di Lao shouted angrily, "If you want to demolish my house, kill me first!"

"You have guts!" Zhang Biao nodded, gave Di Lao a thumbs up, and then waved his hand: "Smash me!"

Following Zhang Biao's order, a group of gangsters behind him immediately swung their sticks and smashed at the dilapidated furniture in the house.

Just as Yang Chen was about to move, Di Lao grabbed his wrist and shook his head lightly.

More than a dozen people pounded and smashed, and didn't stop until they smashed everything that could be smashed.

Di Lao turned a blind eye to the mess in the room, stared at Zhang Biao coldly and said, "Is it over? Get out of here!"

"Get out?" Zhang Biao sneered, "Let me get out, and return the 10 yuan compensation I just gave you!"

Di Lao was taken aback, and said angrily: "When did I take your compensation?"

"Oh, I just gave you 10 yuan in compensation with my own hands. So many people are watching. You are an old man who wants to renege on your debt, don't you? Are you still shameless?"

Di Lao was trembling with anger from Zhang Biao: "Zhang Biao, you..."

"But it doesn't matter if you don't have any money. That wooden box is in good condition and can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars. Just treat it like Brother Biao and I pity you. Let's pay for it!"

Di Lao hugged the urn in his arms and shouted angrily, "Don't even think about it! This... this is my son's ashes!"

"Hey, it's quite particular. If a handful of rotten ashes use such precious wood, it's better to just pour them down the drain, which is environmentally friendly and saves money!"

"Ha ha--"

A group of Zhang Biao's subordinates burst into laughter.

"Bring it to me!"

Zhang Biao suddenly took a step forward and grabbed the urn in Di Lao's arms.

Old Di was caught off guard, and the urn slipped from his hand.

Snapped--

A hand suddenly appeared, firmly holding the urn that was about to fall to the ground.

Yang Chen's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he stared at Zhang Biao coldly.

"Do you know who is inside?"

"A handful of rotten ashes, I don't care who the hell it is!"

"This is pretending to be my brother, a martyr who died for the country!"

"Martyr?" Zhang Biao sneered, "That's what you say."

As soon as Zhang Biao finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill emanating from the man in front of him. It seemed that the air in the entire shed dropped several degrees.

"Do you dare to say it again!"

Zhang Biao felt a sudden chill in his heart, he didn't dare to look into Yang Chen's eyes.

Yang Chen turned around and put the urn in his hand upright on the bed, then stared at Zhang Biao coldly and asked, "Who are you? Why did you come here to make trouble?"

Zhang Biao took courage, raised his face and looked at Yang Chen with contempt, and said, "Jinling Shen, King Hong'an, a century-old Linhai giant Yang, have you heard of it?"

"Are you from the Yang family?"

Yang Chen's eyes narrowed instantly, and a trace of invisible murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Biao looked Yang Chen up and down, and when he found that the man in front of him was wearing a faded dark green military uniform, he let out a laugh from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know you're afraid now?"

Looking at the silent Yang Chen, Zhang Biao continued proudly: "That's right, the Yang family in Yancheng is the main family of the 'Linhai Yang family', although it is only a side branch, but even if Yang Lin, the head of the Linhai Yang family, comes, he has to call Our old man calls out uncle, what kind of person are you, dare to fight against the Yang family?"