Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

In the darkness before dawn, the beams of car headlights, like sharp swords, cleaved through the oppressive fog along the Yalu River.

A strange convoy is speeding along the highway.

They weren't troop carriers, nor were they trucks hauling artillery shells. They were several strange vehicles that had been specially modified, each carrying a huge white container on its back. Refrigeration units were also hanging on the exterior walls of the vehicles, humming loudly.

"Squeak—"

The convoy came to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the blocked camp.

Before the guards could approach and check the vehicle, the passenger door was pushed open.

Lin Qinghan jumped down.

She was wearing a heavy white protective suit, but that couldn't hide her sharp and capable demeanor. She took off her goggles, revealing a pair of bloodshot but unusually bright eyes, and nodded to Shen Jinghong who was coming to greet her.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, clearly from the bumpy journey. "For this shipment, I emptied the cold storage of the Shenzhou Bureau and modified these refrigerated trucks overnight."

"You've come at the perfect time."

Shen Jinghong looked at her and felt a warmth in his heart. He wanted to reach out and help her fix her hair, but he stopped in mid-air because he was wearing gloves.

He pointed to the desolate, isolated camp behind him, his eyes cold:

"The Americans have already smeared their dirty stuff, and the soldiers are all on edge. At this time, your medicine is like a stabilizing force."

"Don't worry, there's plenty."

Lin Qinghan turned around, forcefully patted the carriage behind him, and gave an order to the group of white-coated military doctors who jumped off the train:

"Everyone, get to work! Unload!"

"We need to be quick! The vaccine must be injected within ten minutes, otherwise its effectiveness will decrease!"

"Click."

The rear door of the refrigerated truck is opened.

A surge of white, cold air rushed out.

Next came boxes of metal insulated containers printed with red crosses and the words "Shenzhou Biotechnology".

These boxes don't contain ordinary medicine.

That was the future formula that Shen Jinghong redeemed using the system, and then Lin Qinghan led the team to rush to produce the "broad-spectrum anti-epidemic vaccine" and the third-generation powerful antibiotic overnight.

It is specifically used to treat plague, cholera, and anthrax.

It's practically a "detoxification pill" tailor-made for germ warfare.

"Line up! Everyone line up! Roll up your sleeves!"

The shouts of the medics broke the silence of the camp.

The soldiers hesitated at first, after all, getting an injection was a rare thing in this era, let alone getting an injection before they were even sick.

"What are you afraid of? This is a miracle drug that Director Shen got for us from Beijing!"

The company commander was the first to rush forward, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his dark, tanned arms. "One injection, and we're immune to all poisons! Those rotten bugs of the Americans will all steer clear of us!"

The medic wasn't holding an ordinary syringe either.

Instead, it's a needle-free injector that looks like a pistol—this is also a "small invention" of the Shenzhou Bureau, which uses high-pressure airflow to instantly penetrate the skin with the liquid.

"puff!"

The company commander only felt a chill on his arm, but before he could even feel any pain, the job was done.

"Is that all?"

He stared wide-eyed, moved his arm, but felt nothing.

"Alright! Next!"

This extremely high efficiency made the vaccination process in the entire camp run as smoothly as an assembly line. Watching the medicine being injected into their bodies, the fear and gloom that had been hanging over everyone's hearts dissipated almost instantly, like fog being dispersed by sunlight.

With this protective shield, who would be afraid of those dirty things?

"Now that the epidemic prevention issues are resolved, it's time to clean up."

Shen Jinghong looked at the orderly vaccination site and then turned to look at Chen Weiguo.

"Did you bring the things?"

"I brought it!"

Chen Weiguo grinned, a smile that appeared somewhat ferocious beneath his protective suit's visor. He waved his hand, and several strong soldiers carried over several large iron canisters.

That's not an ordinary sprayer.

That's an "environmental disinfection weapon" equipped with a high-pressure pump. Inside is a highly effective cypermethrin insecticide that's definitely cutting-edge technology at the moment. Not to mention fleas and rats, even a cockroach would die on the spot.

"And this too."

Chen Weiguo pointed to the row of flamethrower soldiers next to him, "Chief, you said burn them to ashes."

"Let's do it."

Shen Jinghong coldly uttered two words.

"call--!!!"

Several long fire dragons suddenly spewed out, licking the polluted snow, grass, and corners.

The intense heat instantly vaporized the snow, and also vaporized the evils hidden in the shadows.

Immediately afterwards, the high-pressure sprayer began to operate. The white mist, like a thick blanket, covered the entire isolation area, and the air was filled with a pungent yet reassuring chemical smell.

This was a thorough cleaning.

It is a complete declaration of war against dirty tricks.

On the other side of the camp, several cameras were set up at a high point, their lenses aimed at the few ceramic jar fragments that had not yet been destroyed and were marked with the words "US ARMY," as well as the stiff, dead rats next to them.

"Was the shot clear?"

Shen Jinghong stood behind the cameraman, her tone chilling.

"Get the shot clear, Chief." The cameraman adjusted the focus. "You even got the serial number on the can. That's irrefutable evidence."

"very good."

Shen Jinghong took the stack of documents handed to him by Lin Qinghan. It was a test report on plague bacillus extracted from a dead rat.

He placed the report in front of the camera, facing the dark lens as if facing the eyes of the whole world.

"Send these images to the world through Xinhua News Agency."

Shen Jinghong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a fierce intensity that seemed capable of piercing the sky:

"Let everyone see what kind of despicable things the self-proclaimed civilized, human rights-mongering beacon of the United States is secretly doing!"

"They have a sense of shame, don't they? Then I'll peel their faces off in front of the whole world and stomp on them!"

Filming is over.

The fire gradually died down, and the camp returned to calm.

The plague, which hadn't even had a chance to break out, was nipped in the bud by the "technological prowess" of the Shenzhou Bureau.

Shen Jinghong took off her gas mask and took a deep breath of the cold air.

"Is it over?" Lin Qinghan walked to his side and handed him a cup of hot water.

"For the defense, it's over."

Shen Jinghong took a sip of water, squinted, and gazed at the dark night sky to the south.

That was a US military position.

"But, for war, this is not over."

He squeezed the paper cup so hard it creaked, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes:

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"Since the US enjoys playing with biological things so much and likes to give people 'surprises,' wouldn't it make us Chinese seem like we don't know any manners if we didn't reciprocate in kind?"

Looking at his expression, Lin Qinghan knew that someone was about to be in trouble.

"What do you want to do?" she asked. "We don't have any biological weapons, and we wouldn't stoop to using such dirty stuff."

"Who said we were going to use bacteria?"

Shen Jinghong's lips curled into a wicked smile, a smile that exuded a chilling, unscrupulous charm:

"We are civilized people, and we only use 'natural and pollution-free' herbs."

He leaned close to Lin Qinghan's ear and whispered a noun.

Lin Qinghan was taken aback, and then a very strange expression appeared on her cold face, as if she wanted to laugh but dared not.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

Shen Jinghong drank the water in the cup in one gulp, then turned and walked towards the command tent:

"Chen Weiguo! Assemble the artillery battalion!"

"Bring up our specially made batch of 'special warheads'! Tonight, I'm treating those Americans across the street to the...unique charm of our Chinese culinary culture!"

"I'll show them what it means to... gush forth in a torrent!"