You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

After a shopping spree on the luxury goods page of the system's online store, Lin Feng arranged for Shen Qinghe to stay in the most luxurious independent courtyard house in the county.

Inside, there was a thick carpet and a warm fireplace.

On the table are top-quality handmade cigars imported directly from the Caribbean and Bordeaux red wine from a renowned Gaul winery.

Even the lighters they use are the latest Zippo windproof lighters from White Eagle.

In the corner, a finely crafted brass-speaker phonograph was playing the vinyl record "Night Shanghai" by the Shanghai-based EMI record company.

Every morning, someone delivers freshly ground premium Abyssinian coffee beans.

On the first day Shen Qinghe moved into this small courtyard, he was completely bewildered.

This is hardly the front line.

This is damn luxurious, ten times more so than his mansion in Jinling!

"Brother Lin, you're too kind, far too kind, hahaha..."

Shen Qinghe smoked a cigar and drank red wine, his bones melting, completely immersed in this gentle embrace. He was so engrossed in the pleasures of the place that he didn't even bother to enter the Political Department, leaving all the specific tasks to his subordinates.

However, although Shen Qinghe was corrupt, among his men were actually a few die-hard spies sent by Boss Dai.

The most unconventional of them all was a section chief named Ma Hansan, who was a major.

Major Ma was a stubborn man who was determined to make a big splash in the 33rd Army Corps so he could curry favor with Boss Dai.

Seeing that Shen Qinghe spent his days enjoying himself in the courtyard, he took it upon himself to act on his own initiative, using the political department's authority as a pretext to start running around the military camp under the guise of "anti-espionage investigation."

That afternoon, Major Ma, accompanied by four armed agents, swaggered into a heavily guarded warehouse in the west of the city.

This place contains a large number of German-made light weapons and ammunition that Lin Feng just materialized from the system. The area is surrounded by barbed wire and has a sign that reads "Military restricted area, unauthorized entry will result in death."

"Halt! This is a military restricted area. Please show your special pass."

The guards at the gate, holding submachine guns, coldly stopped them.

"You're blind as a bat!"

Major Ma, used to being arrogant and domineering, simply pulled out his badge and slapped it on the soldier's chest.

"I am the head of the counter-espionage section of the Political Department of the Legion."

I was ordered to inspect all military supplies and suspect that you have hidden contraband here.

"Open the door for me immediately, or you will be charged with treason."

The soldiers guarding the warehouse were all die-hard loyalists produced by the system and were not swayed by his tactics. Their guns remained firmly planted: "No one is allowed to enter without a written order from Commander Lin."

"You've gone too far!"

Major Ma flew into a rage, drew his Browning pistol from his waist, pressed it against the soldier's forehead, and roared viciously:

"I was sent by the Jiangcheng Military and Political Department."

I'm going to walk through this gate today! I'd like to see who dares to fire a shot.

"Click click click—"

The surrounding guards instantly pulled back their bolts, and several dark gun barrels were pointed at Major Ma and his men.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, on the verge of exploding.

Just then, a car screeched to a halt at the warehouse entrance.

The car door opened, and Lin Feng, wearing a general's overcoat, stepped out with a somber expression.

Zhao Yushu followed closely behind with a squad of guards.

"Commander!" the guards saluted in unison.

Major Ma, upon seeing Lin Feng, not only did not restrain himself, but instead sneered, put away his gun, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Commander Lin, you've come at the perfect time."

Your soldiers are so unruly; they even dare to stop people from the political department.

I suspect there's something shady going on in this warehouse, and we must open it and inspect it immediately. This is also for the sake of the Party and the State…”

"Bang!"

Before Major Ma could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot shattered the tranquility of the camp.

Just when Lin Feng was worried about not finding a monkey to kill as a warning to others, Ma Hansan walked right into the line of fire. Naturally, Lin Feng didn't let him get away with it and pulled the trigger directly.

A bloody hole instantly appeared between Major Ma's eyebrows. Before the arrogant expression on his face could even fade, his eyes were fixed on the ground as he fell straight backward.

With a "thump," it kicked up a cloud of dust.

Lin Feng held the still-smoking pistol in his hand, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead dog.

The four agents who came with Major Ma were terrified. Just as they were about to draw their guns, the surrounding guards swarmed forward, smashed them to the ground with the butts of their guns, and held them down firmly.

"According to wartime regulations, anyone who trespasses into a military restricted area will be executed without mercy."

Lin Feng holstered his pistol, his tone as calm as if he had just stepped on an ant:

"Yushu, drag these Japanese spies who trespassed into the restricted area away and execute them."

"Send the body to Director Shen."

"yes!"

After half an hour.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, echoed from Shen Qinghe's warm and luxurious courtyard.

Shen Qinghe looked at the five bloody corpses in the courtyard, especially Major Ma, whose eyes were wide open in death. He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. The cigar in his hand fell onto the expensive Persian carpet and burned a black hole in it.

Lin Feng strode into the courtyard, looked at Shen Qinghe's pale face, and suddenly a warm smile bloomed on his face.

"Oh dear, Director Shen, you've been frightened."

Lin Feng stepped forward, kindly helped Shen Qinghe up from the ground, and even thoughtfully brushed the dust off his clothes.

"These few Japanese spies are incredibly audacious. They disguised themselves as brothers from the Political Department and attempted to sabotage our armory."

Fortunately, I discovered it in time and executed him on the spot.

"Director Shen, it seems your political department isn't all that clean. You'll have to be careful in the future."

Looking at Lin Feng's young and radiant smiling face, Shen Qinghe felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He's a seasoned spy; how could he not see through this tactic of making a show of force?

He instantly regained his senses.

This is not Nanjing; this is the front line.

The young man before them was not one of those politicians in Nanjing who could be easily manipulated, but a ruthless warlord who commanded tens of thousands of soldiers and killed without blinking an eye.

Trying to conduct espionage and political maneuvering on someone else's turf is suicidal, especially since the other side is weak and isolated.

"Yes...yes, yes, yes!"

Shen Qinghe trembled all over, his back soaked with cold sweat, and he repeatedly nodded and bowed:

"Commander Lin is right, these guys are definitely Japanese spies."

"Thank you, Brother Lin... no, thank you, Commander Lin, for cleaning up my mess."

From then on, Shen Qinghe became completely obedient.

As people get older, their spirits naturally fade. Lin Feng's words startled them, and coupled with the fact that they felt indebted to him, they were further affected.

He simply lay down completely and settled into the role of a pampered pig in the 33rd Army Corps.

Besides listening to records and drinking red wine, his only job was to send secret telegrams to the Jiangcheng Command.

The contents of the coded telegrams were surprisingly similar:

"General Lin Feng was loyal to the Party and loved his country, and he was strict in disciplining his troops."

"You discuss the Three Principles of the People with me daily; you are truly a pillar of the party and the nation, and a good student of the Chairman."