Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Wang Feng quickly returned to the scene and collected all the guns and ammunition on the ground into his spatial storage.

He climbed up the wall and looked out of the Yasukuni Shrine. Seeing that there was basically no one around, he put his shield and broadsword into his spatial storage, leaped over the wall, and quickly ran into an alley.

Wang Feng randomly found a house in a secluded alley, took a young man inside into his spatial storage, found the key to open the door, and went inside.

After closing the door, Wang Feng was slightly out of breath. Half an hour of frenzied slaughter had taken a toll on his stamina. After all, the shield and broadsword in his hand weighed 600 pounds, and he had to kill while chasing after the little people.

Wang Feng took out two ounces of the Water of Life and gulped it down. Under these circumstances, he had to maintain his peak condition.

If he were to run out of energy, half a pound of the Water of Life would restore him to full strength within a minute. He had been on a killing spree for half an hour, which had probably used up half of his energy.

He had thought he could last for two hours by fighting with a shield and a big sword, but he had overestimated himself. The main problem was that a group of people were running around, and he was chasing after them with a 600-pound weight, which was too exhausting.

Wang Feng's clothes and hair were covered in blood. He looked like he was soaking in a pool of blood, even more terrifying than a demon from hell.

There was no way around it; before the soldiers arrived, he had fought his way out one by one, killing so many people that it was impossible for him not to get blood splattered all over him. His hood had even turned from black to dark brown.

This time, he collected around 40,000 bullets, over 200 hand grenades, four heavy machine guns, 12 light machine guns, 320 M1 semi-automatic rifles, and two sniper rifles.

Wang Feng entered the space's ten-times-faster-speed zone, quickly summoned some water to take a shower, changed into a new suit, and then left the space.

He took about fifteen minutes to shower in the space, which would have taken less than two minutes outside.

He had to leave immediately, or he would be surrounded and then have to fight a tough battle to escape.

These soldiers arrived quite quickly; he had only been wreaking havoc in the Yasukuni Shrine for half an hour when they arrived, which was definitely fast.

During the half hour he went on a killing spree at the Yasukuni Shrine, he killed approximately two thousand people, and it is estimated that more than half of the tourists died at his hands.

Wang Feng opened the door, then closed it behind him, and swaggered out of the house, heading towards a secluded alley.

Arriving at an empty alley, he took out a taxi from his spatial storage and drove around in a maze, getting far away from the Yasukuni Shrine.

After driving for an hour, more than 20 kilometers away from the Yasukuni Shrine, he finally found a secluded spot in the suburbs to stop the taxi and put it back into his spatial storage.

There are no surveillance cameras on the streets here now, not even at the Yasukuni Shrine. Unless you are cornered on the spot, it is very difficult to catch him.

Wang Feng found another house in the suburbs, put the family of four into his space, and then occupied the house himself.

He closed the door, checked the time, and saw it was already past 2 PM, so he entered the space.

Upon arriving at the living area of ​​the space, he took out his food and began to wolf it down.

After eating and drinking his fill, he didn't plan to go out for the time being. He figured the whole of Dongjing was under martial law at this point, and if he was stopped and questioned, he might be in danger.

He wouldn't be so foolish as to fight with the common people. Those common people are inhumane; if they see that he's not easy to kill, they might disregard the lives of ordinary people and throw powerful bombs at him, and then he'd be finished.

His space can only defend one side; the other three sides cannot defend against high-powered bombs.

If he could control spatial movement after entering the space, he wouldn't be afraid even if facing tens of thousands of troops. The key issue is that once he enters the space, he can't see the outside world; it's completely dark, let alone control spatial movement.

What if he hides in the space in a crisis, and everyone else is waiting outside? They'll just shoot him as soon as he comes out.

Wang Feng brewed a pot of tea in his spatial dimension, drinking it and smoking as he pondered his next move.

After finishing a pot of tea, a new idea came to his mind, but he could only put it into practice that evening.

It was still early, so he simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

......

Right after Wang Feng fell asleep, the whole of Dongjing was buzzing with talk of the serial killer.

Previously, Wang Feng had committed a massacre at the Yasukuni Shrine, and more than a thousand people escaped. After they escaped, they spread the news of the terrorists' massacre at the Yasukuni Shrine, and the news spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and soon it spread throughout the entire Dongjing.

One person with a knife slaughtered thousands of people, and with one stroke he cut five or six people in half at the waist. How can anyone believe that?

At first, no one believed it, but when a group of skeptics went to the Yasukuni Shrine and saw that the area within several kilometers of the shrine was under martial law, they had no choice but to believe it.

However, they only believed that a terrorist had killed people in the Yasukuni Shrine, and they were still unwilling to believe that five or six people could be cut in half with a single blow. As for one person killing thousands of people, no one believed it. Unless they saw it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.

......

Dongjing, Second Army Group Headquarters.

"Baka, baka, baka yarou, trash, a bunch of trash!"

The commander-in-chief roared repeatedly in the command post, scaring a group of officers into not daring to utter a single word.

"It's been so long, and you bunch of useless trash haven't even found a single clue about the thieves. Now, another inhuman terrorist has appeared. His Majesty the Dog King gave me three days, and one day has already passed. If you can't catch these thieves and this terrorist within two days, you're all dead!"

"Hi!"