The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Linhai County, Yancheng, Rilton Hotel.

In the presidential suite on the twentieth floor, several young men in black were gathering in the living room, communicating with each other in a strange language.

"There is an order from the headquarters that no conflicts with Yang Chen are allowed during Yang Tianzheng's funeral."

"On the 46th, are you scared to pee by Yang Chen? The Lord sent us here to find a way to deal with him. The funeral of the Yang family, this is the best time to get rid of him!"

"Number 69, don't forget that we are now agents of the Executive Department, and all our actions must follow the orders of the Executive Department. Now we are ordered not to act without authorization. Are you trying to disobey orders?"

"No. 46, although you have been appointed as the team leader of this operation, it does not mean that you are qualified to issue orders to us. We are people who even have names. Do you really think that those so-called orders can control us?" Us?"

The young man named 'No. 46' stared coldly at a purple-haired boy, and said in a cold voice: "71, you must understand that the order of the council represents the will of the Lord. If you disobey the council, you will be punished." It is tantamount to disobeying the Lord, and you should be clear about the consequences of this."

"46, don't use the Lord to suppress me! Don't think that you are really qualified to tell us what to do if you are appointed as the captain of this action team! Let me tell you, we are the most trusted people of the Lord, and this time Obviously, the Lord sent us here to test our abilities, you can shrink back and be a good baby, but you have no right to make us as cowardly as you!"

"What did you say?!"

The eyes of No. 46 suddenly became fierce, staring at No. 71 firmly.

"What, are you trying to scare me to death?"

No. 71 said with a sneer: "Yang Chen is just a saint. We have killed countless bastards like him. As long as we are willing, we can send him to hell anytime, anywhere!"

"Zhang Yu, the guardian of the royal family of country R, ​​was sent to hell by Yang Chen because of this idea. If you don't listen to my command, then I have nothing to say, but when the Lord blames me, I will never Share any responsibility for you!"

"Hehe, I'm really scared!"

No. 71 laughed coldly, and then said to the rest of the people: "I won't give you orders like No. 46, if any of you want to compete with Yang Chen like me, you can stand up to me Come here!"

After the voice fell, a dozen people automatically divided into two factions, and only four people were still standing behind No. 46.

"Hehe, it seems that everyone is not all cowards. Then, from now on, we will play our own way. You guys will be filial sons and grandsons for Yang Chen's father, and we will try our best to make this funeral happy." Master, become Yang Chen."

……

After the old man's car left the Yang family compound, the Yang family's vigilance was lifted, and the guests who came to mourn were allowed to enter the mourning hall again.

"Patriarch of the Shen family in Jinling, Elder Shen Zhifeng, present a pair of elegiac couplets..."

"The Patriarch of the Hong'an Royal Family, Mr. Wang Kedun, presents you with a wreath..."

The master of ceremonies read aloud the elegiac couplets and wreaths sent by various families in the country, because according to the inherent funeral customs of the Xia people, gift money is required for weddings and weddings, but Yang Chen has said beforehand that it is strictly forbidden to accept any gift money at Yang Tianzheng's funeral.

Yang Chen wore a white flower on his chest, and bowed to every condolence guest with a solemn expression.

At this moment, a few young men with yellow hair and strange clothes walked into the courtyard.

"Where? Where is the dead man? Let me see, what kind of old guy can give birth to such an awesome son like Yang Chen!"

Xu Jun stared, and was about to walk over immediately, but was stopped by Yang Chen's gaze.

"The fact that these few people escaped the eyes of the brothers outside and sneaked in here has already proved that they are not ordinary people. Besides, judging by their posture, they are here to cause trouble. If they go up now, it will be exactly what they want. "

"But Boss, there are so many guests watching here. If we don't give them some color, wouldn't it be a joke? Is the Yang family weak and deceitful?"

"Whether the Yang family is weak and deceitable, they know it very well in their hearts, and they won't change just because of a funeral."

As soon as Yang Chen said this, the voice of the spider came into Yang Chen's ears through the holographic glasses.

"Boss, these people are the agents of the Operation Department sent by the Presbyterian Church to Yancheng to mourn, but not all of them."

"Well, I've thought of it."

"Boss, these guys are weird. I just looked at the surveillance video of them in the hotel room these days, and found that they are communicating in a very mysterious language, and this language is currently used all over the world. I can't find it on the language list!"

Yang Chen pondered for a moment and asked, "Could it be a minority language?"

"No, this language is very logical and has a very large vocabulary. I asked more than a dozen language experts in the military to decipher it, and they all said that they had never heard of this language."

"It's nothing to worry about, is it? Perhaps, this is just a secret language used by the members of the Presbyterian Church?"

"I have also considered this situation, but then I thought about it. We have been dealing with the Presbyterian Church for so long, and it is not once or twice, but we have never discovered that there is a code word exchange between them. Take a step back, even if This is a code word for communication within the Presbyterian Church, which means that the secrecy level of these people in the Presbyterian Church is even higher than that of their council."

Yang Chen was slightly taken aback, and immediately realized this.

The spider's reasoning is correct. Yang Chen has had a lot of contact with high-level people in the Presbyterian Church, just like Yehu, Murphy Rosefield, and even the Eagle Guard No. [-] who was placed next to Yehu. Passed to myself, the council has a set of code words specially used for communication.

"Okay, I know."

After Yang Chen interrupted the connection with the spider, he walked towards several young people.

Walking in the front is a young man wearing a red suit and dyed green hair. The man has fair complexion, deep eye sockets, and brown eyes. He looks like a mixed race from Central Asia and O continent, but he speaks Chinese very fluently. , with a bit of a capital accent.

"Everyone, my lord, Yang Chen, thank you very much for coming to my father's funeral. If you have any dissatisfaction with the reception, you can tell me."

The green-haired man looked Yang Chen up and down, and then let out a disdainful sneer: "You are Yang Chen? Now the outside world is telling you that you are amazing, I thought you have three heads and six arms, but today I saw it, it's nothing more than that , nothing special!"

"If I have disappointed you all, I would like to apologize in advance. I never want others to treat me as a supercilious person. In addition, you speak Chinese fluently. It seems that you have studied it specially."

"Ho - spit!"

Suddenly, a companion behind the green-haired man, Niutou, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, unbiased, just right on Yang Tianzheng's spirit seat.

Yang Chen's brows frowned instantly, his face immediately gloomy, and he looked at the green-haired man coldly.

"Did you come to make trouble at my father's funeral?"

"Hehe, my brother is just a little loose, not to mention making trouble."

The green-haired man glanced at his companion, and said calmly, "Xiao Wu, you are disrespectful to the dead, why don't you go and wipe it clean."

"okay!"

The latter responded, then walked to Yang Tianzheng's coffin, and reached out to get the spirit tablet.

"stop!"

A young man in a black Chinese tunic suddenly yelled and walked over quickly.

This person is none other than the security supervisor of the Yang Family who was single-handedly promoted by Yang Chen——Wei Gang.

Wei Gang glared angrily at the man who was going to get the spirit card, and shouted coldly: "Don't you know that Xia Guo has a tradition of 'the dead should not be profaned'? If you want to move the old man's spiritual seat, kneel down for him first!"

"Hehe, kneel down? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"The dead person spoke disrespectfully before his death, he deserves to be beaten!"

Wei Gang scolded angrily, raised his arms, and slapped Xiao Wu in the face.

Snapped--

Xiao Wu didn't even hide, let Wei Gang's slap hit him firmly in the face.

This time, even Wei Gang himself did not expect that this person would not dodge his slap at all.

Xiao Wu reached out and touched his cheek, and then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Yang Chen, is this how your Yang family treats guests?"

The green-haired man looked at Yang Chen with a sneer on his face, and the air instantly became tense.