The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 600 Collecting Interest (Two Chapters Combined)

A few seconds later, Annie opened her eyes again.

Just as she had predicted, after returning to the modern world, she found herself in the trunk of the car driven by the Central Q Bureau agents.

Therefore, we should first eliminate a group of agents from the Central Q Bureau and collect some interest from them.

The idea of ​​pulling off a big heist after Hu Biao and his men arrive is definitely feasible.

The thought of this made Annie even more agitated; she curled up in the cramped trunk, but it took her several deep breaths to calm herself down.

They began the final preparations for collecting interest.

With a crisp 'click', pulling back the bolt locks the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in my hand, making it ready to fire at any moment.

Then he took out a thin, semi-transparent mask from his shirt pocket and stuck it on his face with a 'smack'.

After the skin came into contact with the mask, something incredibly magical happened.

Annie, who was originally a beautiful young woman, transformed into a thin, middle-aged man after a faint flash of light.

It turns out that the mask provided by that mysterious being could not only perfectly disguise one's appearance, but also one's gender; it was the kind of mask that outsiders couldn't tell the difference even though it didn't have the relevant functions.

If that's all there is to it, then it's nothing.

The mysterious being's abilities are terrifying; it can even allow Hu Biao and his group to travel through time and space. The props it provides can be perfectly disguised, which is not incomprehensible.

The only problem is that the middle-aged man Anne has become is not only white.

More importantly, she looks exactly like the mustachioed man in history; that's right! The mustachioed man from the German army during World War II.

God knows! If someone with ulterior motives saw this familiar face, they would be terrified.

It's unclear what the mysterious entity's intentions were in making such an arrangement.

However, in a sense, this is a good thing; because any mentally sound human being would never associate the mustache in front of them with Anne.

This would prevent them from having any doubts about Anne, thus avoiding any trouble later.

And so, having made the final preparations, Annie waited patiently in the trunk.

This wait did not last long.

About half an hour later, Annie felt the car, which had been moving, suddenly stop; it must have arrived at the island branch of the Central Q Bureau, a place where people were usually secretly detained.

Indeed, that was the case. Soon after, footsteps approached and opened the trunk lid.

Two fair-skinned men in their thirties came into Annie's view.

They were initially relaxed, clearly believing the operation to be exceptionally easy and successful. They even made plans to go somewhere to have some fun with two island women after taking a nap.

After inadvertently seeing what was in the trunk of the car, his expression immediately changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost.

Jesus above! What did they see?
The Chinese woman they had drugged and captured was gone; she had been replaced by a man with a mustache who should have committed suicide back in 80.

And this mustachioed man was carrying an MG34 general-purpose machine gun, with long ammunition belts wrapped around his body, looking exactly like Rambo.

After a very short period of confusion, the two of them had already come to their senses.

While retreating rapidly, he reached for the pistol in his waistband or holster under his arm.

Regardless of where that woman went or how this Rambo-style mustache ended up in the trunk, everything else will wait until we subdue him first.

To be honest, the agents of the Central Q Bureau were quite good in terms of personal qualities, but it was all too late.

They barely had time to take a step back, their hands still hovering in mid-air as they reached for their guns; before they could even touch the butts, the MG34 general-purpose machine gun fired a burst of fire at their muzzle.

A machine gun nicknamed "Little Mustache Chainsaw" was already firing at them at full power...

So what would it feel like to be hit in the face by a gun with a maximum rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute, at a distance of no more than two meters?
The answer is that I didn't feel anything, or there wasn't time to feel anything.

After Annie fired at the two men in front of her, her fingertip hovered on the trigger for no more than two seconds before the heads, faces, chests, and abdomens of the two white men were riddled with bullets.

Fine bits of meat and warm blood splattered in all directions like raindrops.

It splashed onto the back of the car and all over Annie in the trunk.

But amidst the intense smell of blood and the stinging sensation of hot bullet casings splattering all over her, Annie's eyes shone brightly.

It completely entered an indescribable, yet extremely violent state.

After taking down the two men, she used her back and waist strength to flip out of the trunk like an agile cheetah, performed a series of tactical rolls, and came to the side of the car.

With her physical abilities greatly enhanced, she performed the above movements with ease, and her speed was much faster than before.

Annie couldn't help but feel a sense of awe: she was now practically an omnipotent superman.

While performing a tactical roll, Annie quickly looked around and found herself in a fairly large warehouse.

Apart from a few scattered wooden crates, there weren't many goods in the warehouse.

This also allowed Annie to easily see that there were still seven people from the Central Q Bureau in this warehouse.

They were all adult men, five white, and two yellow men who were probably Japanese soldiers; these men reacted quickly and had already drawn their pistols and opened fire on the car she was leaning against.

It wasn't the kind where seven people were randomly hitting a car.

Instead, three men opened fire to suppress the enemy, while the other four men, armed with two guns each, formed pairs and provided mutual cover as they slowly approached and encircled the enemy.

Faced with this situation, Annie simply took a small melon grenade, pulled the pin, and banged it on the car behind her.

After holding it in his hand for three seconds, he casually tossed it to his right rear.

Don't be fooled by Annie's nonchalant expression when she threw the grenade.

But the grenades, as if they had eyes, flew briefly through the air before landing precisely at the feet of the two people slowly approaching from the right rear.

Such a performance can only be described as a temporary boost to Annie's abilities.

In the past week, my strength and power control have reached the limits of human capability.

Suddenly, after a 'thud,' the two Central Q Bureau operatives saw an antique hand grenade, still smoking, fall at their feet, nearly scaring them to death.

Antique grenades can still kill people, can't they?

They no longer cared about surrounding Annie and turned to run away.

Unfortunately, the two had only just turned around when the melon grenade exploded, and the flying shrapnel killed them instantly.

At the moment the grenade exploded, taking advantage of the brief moment of confusion among the remaining Q Bureau personnel, Annie had already taken action, leaning out of her body and unleashing a burst of bullets.

The two Central Bureau personnel who were flanking from the left rear were riddled with bullets.

She then turned her gun on the remaining three Central Bureau agents who had been firing their pistols at the car from a distance to suppress her.

The remaining three were terrified to see that more than half of their own men had been killed or wounded in a very short time.

This wasn't the gunfight they were used to; it was a small-scale war!

They all rolled over and hid behind a wooden crate, sticking out an arm holding a gun and firing wildly; they didn't expect to kill their opponent, just stopping the terrifying opponent in front of them from getting closer was already a blessing.

Even this small amount is still an unattainable dream.

After slightly shifting the muzzle of her gun, Anne fired at a box amidst the clanging of spent cartridges hitting the ground.

Although the wooden box wasn't empty, it contained some glass crafts and couldn't possibly stop bullets.

It still uses the 7.92mm caliber, full-power Mauser rifle cartridge.

Under the onslaught of full-powered rifle bullets, Annie felt that her barrage had only just begun when a blood-covered figure staggered out from behind the box.

He glanced at Anne in utter terror, then collapsed to the ground, dead. Anne didn't even look at him again, and continued firing at another target; at most ten or so bullets later, the person behind the box was also taken down.

By this point, not to mention that Annie only had a small melon grenade left, not to mention the many other weapons she carried; even the ammunition belt wrapped around her body still had more than a third of its length remaining.

There was one person left in the Q Bureau in the warehouse.

But we must capture them alive and extract some information from them; we can't continue firing.

Perhaps Annie was truly disgusted by the incident, for upon seeing this, she angrily uttered a curse that she would never normally utter:
"Damn it! With this level of skill, they try to kidnap people. It's over as soon as it starts, leaving people stuck in this mess."

After finishing his rant, he picked up the machine gun and walked straight toward the last remaining member of the Central Q Bureau.

He was a fair-skinned man in his mid-thirties. The others seemed to regard him as their leader, clearly indicating that he knew more about the situation and was someone Annie had intentionally kept alive.

What Annie didn't know was that the battle she found unsatisfying was terrifying to the remaining white man.

He was now crouching behind a box, his face filled with anxiety and fear, staring at a cell phone in his hand as he made a call, muttering to himself:

"Answer the phone! Connor, you damn fat pig, answer the phone now, for Suga's sake."

As soon as the call was connected, the white man shouted, "We've been attacked at Warehouse 7! Send us reinforcements immediately!"

No! We should deploy a large number of troops, because this isn't just a gunfight, it's a war.

"Bill, have you gone mad from smoking too much marijuana? This is in the island nation of Tokyo, how could there be a war? What happened to you?"

Soon after, an incredulous voice came from the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing this, the white man roared in response:
"Damn it, what else could we possibly run into? We've run into that guy with the mustache, he's like Rambo, wielding an MG34 general-purpose machine gun and firing wildly at us..."

Halfway through his answer, the white man suddenly shut his mouth.

It wasn't that he had realized how absurd his answer was, but rather that he discovered the gunfire had stopped completely at some point and sensed that his situation was extremely dire.

When he turned around, he found that everyone else was dead.

The legendary, terrifying man with the mustache, sporting his signature twitching facial expression, walked towards him, gun in hand.

No modern person has ever actually seen a mustache or such an expression.

It is impossible to comprehend the immense mental pressure one must endure when, after 80 years, one suddenly sees such a 'demon king'-like figure approaching.

Instinctively, the white man raised his pistol and fired at Annie again.

Then a greater fear arose, because Anne, with astonishing agility and anticipation, dodged all the bullets he was unleashing.

The white man was holding a Glock 19 semi-automatic pistol. He hadn't even emptied the magazine when Annie rushed to his side.

Without any visible movement of drawing a sword, she pulled out a large sword from her back and swung it down.

A flash of bright light appeared, and the white-skinned man's right hand, which was holding a pistol, fell to the ground on the warehouse floor with a 'thud'.

All that remained was a clean, bare wound on the wrist, from which a large amount of blood gushed out.

The white-skinned man immediately fainted from the excruciating pain.

Suddenly, only his phone, which had fallen to the ground, remained in the warehouse, with the voice asking, "Hello, Bill, what's wrong?" coming from it.

After picking up the phone, Annie spoke softly, though in English, her voice was the deep, metallic kind of hers:
"Listen! Bill and the others are just paying interest. You should enjoy the last moments of your life."

Because I'll be coming to you soon, and I'll give you, Uncle Sam's lackeys, a righteous trial.

After saying that, he had a sudden thought, and the phone had completely disappeared into the bamboo basket in his hand.

By utilizing the characteristics of the bamboo basket subspace, an optimal shielding effect was immediately achieved.

No matter how sophisticated the methods employed by the Chinese authorities, they cannot pinpoint the location of this phone.

Then, Annie grabbed the unconscious white man on the ground, whose only remaining thumb was on his left hand. With just a little force, she managed to crack the bone.

The excruciating pain in his fingers immediately woke the white-skinned man up.

Then, a cold voice came to my ear: "Come on, hurry up! Tell me honestly, where is the headquarters of the China Q Bureau in the island country, how many people are there, and what is the guard and security arrangement?"
If you tell the truth, I can't guarantee you'll live, but at least you'll die a quick and painless death.

Faced with these questions, the white man hesitated only slightly before Annie applied force, and another excruciating pain shot through his left index finger.

Even more terrifying, he felt the mustache grab his middle finger shortly after.

Seeing the incredibly familiar face before him, the white man completely broke down. He cried out, "I'll talk! I'll talk! Just please, after I've finished speaking, kill me quickly for Brother Su's sake..."

******
It's 5:11 AM, island time.

Annie picked up the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in her hand and fired all the remaining thirty-seven or thirty-eight bullets at the white man who had just poured out everything he knew, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

Good heavens! After being hit by so many bullets, the white man's entire chest and abdomen were riddled with holes.

Even so, the white man, who was already dead, now had an expression on his face that could be described as one of relief and even happiness.

After doing all this, Annie originally planned to take off her mask and run away from the warehouse before the Central Q Bureau's reinforcements arrived.

However, for some unknown reason, he simply put the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in his hand into the bamboo basket.

Then he went straight out the door and sped off into the night, reaching a speed of at least 32 or 33 kilometers per hour.

It was only at this moment that she noticed a dark cloud overhead, and a howling wind began to blow, as if it were about to rain.

It was a massive rainstorm of astonishing scale and intensity.

"I remember checking the weather forecast, it said tomorrow would be cloudy, right? The Japanese weather forecast is completely inaccurate."

While Annie made a complaint, she also knew that she had to find a better place to hide; Mount Fuji, which was originally planned to be her hiding place, was definitely not an option.

With that thought in mind, she stopped next to a Tesla car on the side of the road.

However, with a little fiddling with the high-tech wristwatch on her wrist, she opened the car door and started the engine.

At the same time, in the modern world's Deyuelou boss's office, Hu Biao put down a statistical table in his hand, his face beaming with excitement.

Nothing else! Apart from Dead Fish, who was a novice welder last time and didn't plan to join the team to continue the journey due to work reasons, the rest of the time travelers were also in the group.

Every single one of the others was willing to join the operation.

Even Bo Shu, a serious soldier, is preparing to go to Japan to pull off a heist, even if it means running into people from the China Q Bureau along the way.

In his words, being a soldier is just a job, don't take it too seriously.

With more personnel, their strength naturally increased, and the commotion they caused was also greater, which naturally put Hu Biao in a good mood.

He immediately booked the earliest direct flight to the island nation of Higashikyo; and made arrangements for how to operate the business while he was away.

Like Hu Biao, the members of the time-traveling team are currently booking tickets.

After booking their tickets, everyone took the opportunity to rest. After all, how could they have the energy to go on a trip to the island nation without a good night's sleep?
Two minutes later, a group of fully armed Central Q Bureau agents stormed into the warehouse where Annie had been.

Connor, the leader of the team and the head of the China Q Bureau in the island nation, saw his men riddled with bullets.

Especially Bill, whose right hand was cut off, two fingers on his left hand were severely deformed, and his chest and abdomen were smashed to pieces, yet he had a strange, relaxed, and happy smile on his face.

A tremendous chill rose from the soles of his feet, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

That said, he absolutely did not believe the claims he had heard on the phone earlier, such as "this is a war" and "the mustachioed man firing an MG34 general-purpose machine gun."

But seeing what he saw, he instinctively began to believe it.

When she thought about what the other party had said before the call ended—that they would "come to find you soon"—she felt a fear that seemed to come from her very soul.

For a moment, he disregarded the instructions from headquarters to kidnap a Chinese female model and bring her back...

(End of this chapter)