Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

His gaze fell on the wooden crates being carried inside. If he could get his hands on one, he might find out what was inside. If it had value, it might become the "bargaining chip" or "resource" he desperately needed.

The risk is extremely high. Once discovered, they will be surrounded and unable to escape.

But... he has a personal space.

This almost cheat-like ability gave him an unprecedented possibility of operation—to retrieve objects instantly without touching them.

An even more outrageous plan was instantly formed.

He avoided the boxes being moved; they were too easy to spot. His target was... the ones already moved into the warehouse and temporarily stored away!

Taking advantage of the gaps between the porters moving back and forth between the ship and the warehouse, and the brief darkness swept by the searchlights, they used their consciousness to remotely seize things by taking advantage of the blind spots that might exist inside the warehouse!

This sounds like a fantasy, but theoretically... it seems feasible. As long as his consciousness can "reach" the boxes in the warehouse, and as long as the boxes are within the space's access range (ten cubic meters, and it seems there are certain distance requirements, but he's not sure exactly how far; he needs to test it).

It's worth a try. Even if he fails, he can get away immediately, so the danger is relatively controllable.

Chen Feng no longer hesitated. Like a nimble cat, he used the piles of goods and shadows as cover to move around to the side and rear of the warehouse. His movements were light and swift, landing silently, completely avoiding the searchlights and the sight of the movers.

He chose a small corner at the back of the warehouse where discarded tires and timber were piled up. It was about fifteen meters away from the warehouse's heavy, open iron door, separated by an open space and a low brick ventilation shaft. From this angle, he couldn't see the entire interior of the warehouse, but through the gaps in the iron door and ventilation shaft, he could vaguely make out the outlines of the wooden crates stacked inside.

enough.

Chen Feng held his breath, focused all his consciousness, and extended into the warehouse like an invisible tentacle.

He "saw" (or rather, sensed) the scene inside the warehouse: the space wasn't particularly large, about fifty or sixty square meters, with a rough cement floor. Near the entrance, a dozen or so identical wooden crates were neatly stacked, piled up three or four layers high. There was still more space inside, clearly to accommodate crates that would be moved in later.

Consciousness "touched" the nearest wooden box.

With a thought—collect!

Without a sound or any light or shadow effects, the half-person-high, rather heavy-looking wooden box vanished from its spot right before Chen Feng's "gaze"!

The next moment, it appeared in the ten cubic meters of gray void in Chen Feng's personal space, hovering quietly.

Success! And distance doesn't seem to be an issue! Instant access is possible within at least fifteen meters!

Chen Feng's heart pounded, but he forcibly suppressed his excitement. He dared not pause, his mind like the most agile fingers, quickly and continuously "pointing" at the stacked wooden crates in the warehouse.

One, two, three...

Wooden crates kept disappearing from the warehouse floor and appearing in his personal storage space. Space was limited, so he had to collect them selectively. He prioritized those stacked further back, in places less likely to be noticed by the accountant and porters at the door, and those that were relatively small (but equally heavy).

In just over ten seconds, he had quietly moved seven or eight wooden crates into his space.

At the warehouse entrance, the accountant was writing notes with his head down, occasionally glancing up at the progress of the moving. The movers were rushing back and forth, panting, and no one noticed that the goods already piled up in the warehouse were inexplicably decreasing.

Chen Feng, standing outside the ventilation duct, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead. This intense concentration and continuous operation was extremely taxing on his mind. But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

continue!

The ninth one, the tenth one...

Just then, a mover carried boxes into the warehouse, preparing to put them in an empty space. He paused for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and seemed to think that the boxes that had been piled up here... seemed a little less? But the light was dim, and he was so tired that he was dizzy and couldn't be sure for a moment. He just muttered, "Damn it, am I seeing things?" He shook his head, put down the new boxes, and turned to leave.

so close!

Chen Feng knew he had to speed up and prepare for evacuation. His personal space was already crammed with eleven wooden crates, almost filling most of it. These crates took up more space than he had anticipated and were surprisingly heavy.

He suppressed his dizziness and quickly collected the last two boxes near the corner.

Thirteen wooden crates! Neatly packed into his personal storage space.

We can't accept any more; the space is almost full, and the risks have increased dramatically.

He glanced one last time at the warehouse interior, making sure there was no disturbance, then slowly withdrew his consciousness, his body melting like wax, silently shrinking back into the deeper shadows.

His heart was pounding, and his adrenaline was still surging. But he knew this was not the time to relax. He had to leave the scene immediately, away from the dock area.

He was about to leave his hiding place and return along the route he had come from—

A cold, mechanical, and emotionless voice suddenly and directly resounded deep within his mind:

[Host detected acquiring high-value contraband from the era: standard weapons and ammunition (7.62mm rifle rounds, 9mm pistol rounds, and related accessories).]

[Item valuation in progress...]

[Assessment complete. Items acquired converted to system points: 85 points.]

[The host has acquired high-value strategic resources for the first time through non-combat means, achieving the hidden achievement: [Ambush Through the Dark Lands].]

[Achievement Rewards: System Points +20. Portable Space Expansion Coupon (+5 cubic meters) x1.]

[Current system points: 105 points.]

[Host system points have reached 100, meeting one of the unlocking conditions for the [Marching Backpack Module].]

[Would you like to spend 100 system points to unlock the [Marching Backpack Module]?]

【whether】

Chen Feng's steps abruptly stopped in the shadows!

His pupils suddenly contracted in the darkness!

Standard weapons and ammunition?!

7.62mm rifle bullets? 9mm pistol bullets?!

The heavy wooden crates he collected... were actually weapons?! The "new goods" Uncle Quan personally inspected tonight were a batch of smuggled weapons?!

Ecstasy, shock, disbelief surged through my body like an electric current!

He was racking his brains for a solution to his ammunition shortage, even contemplating risky actions... but then, a spontaneous infiltration led him straight to an arms depot?! And he managed to steal thirteen boxes of ammunition?!

Moreover, these weapons were classified as "high-value contraband" by the system, directly awarding him 105 system points! Not only did he meet the requirements to unlock the "Marching Backpack Module," but he also received an extra reward?!

Portable storage expansion voucher! +5 cubic meters!

This is simply... like a pillow delivered when you're sleepy, no, it's like an armory plus a safe delivered!