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

Lin Feng turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the two terrified consuls, John and White Eagle, beside him.

"We will absolutely not stand idly by!"

Lin Feng sneered, his gun still pointed at Hiroshi Oshima, but his gaze swept across George and Smith's faces like a knife:

"What were you foreigners doing when the Japanese invaded our Northeast?"

They sent a useless Lytton Commission, made a few meaningless remarks, and then what?

While the Japanese were killing people in North China, your warships were just sitting on the river watching the show.

Lin Feng abruptly turned to look at Consul Smith of the White Eagle, ruthlessly exposing the White Eagle's hypocrisy:

"And you White Eagles too."

They spout platitudes about morality and righteousness, but behind the scenes they engage in all sorts of despicable acts.

The Japanese invaders used oil, steel, and rubber to invade our Great Xia.

Which of these items wasn't something you traded to them continuously in order to earn those few bloodstained knives?

Every ton of scrap steel you sell to the Japanese will eventually become a bomb exploding over the heads of our Great Xia soldiers and civilians!

Smith's face turned pale and then red as Lin Feng berated him. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

"I'm putting my words here today."

Lin Feng's voice was firm and resolute, carrying a certainty that reflected a profound understanding of history:

"The Japanese devils' ambitions are not limited to annexing China."

You've allowed this vicious wolf to run rampant today for your own benefit.

One day, their aircraft carrier fleet will sail to Hawaii.

When their army lands on Luzon, marches into Malaya, and drives your soldiers into prisoner-of-war camps.

You should regret standing by and doing nothing today.

With a gun pointed at his head, Hiroshi Oshima was so frightened that his legs went weak, and a foul-smelling yellow liquid even seeped from his crotch.

But he still screamed defiantly, trying to make a final stand:

You can't kill me!

I am the Consul General of the Japanese Empire in Qingcheng Port.

I am a diplomat from an enemy country, and I have diplomatic immunity.

I'm going to file a lawsuit against you with the Great Xia government in Jiangcheng, and I'm going to send you to a military court.

"Oh? A diplomat? Accusing me?"

Lin Feng suddenly put away his pistol and released his grip.

Hiroshi Oshima collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, panting heavily.

Lin Feng pretended to be surprised and picked at his ear, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

He looked around and said loudly:

"Mr. Oshima just said it himself."

Great Xia and Japan have not declared war and are not belligerent nations.

Since there's no war, where did these enemy diplomats come from?

Lin Feng's expression changed instantly, and the mockery on his face turned into a thunderous killing intent.

He pointed at Hiroshi Oshima on the ground and shouted sternly:

"I didn't see any enemy diplomats at all."

I only saw one Japanese spy, leading a group of men attempting to steal our army's city defense secrets.

"Guard Platoon!"

Lin Feng gave the order.

"arrive!"

Dozens of soldiers, each carrying a submachine gun, stepped forward in unison, exuding a murderous aura.

"Arrest this Japanese spy and all his accomplices."

Throw him into jail and interrogate him severely!

Anyone who dares to resist will be killed on the spot!

"yes!"

Several fierce soldiers pounced on him and pinned Hiroshi Oshima to the ground.

Hiroshi Oshima struggled desperately, shouting, "I'm the consul, you can't..."

"Bang!"

Without any hesitation, a soldier swung his Mauser rifle, the heavy wooden butt slamming it hard into Hiroshi Oshima's mouth.

"ah--!"

Hiroshi Oshima let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

His teeth were smashed to pieces, splattering blood all over the ground, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

The soldiers dragged Hiroshi Oshima by the collar like a dead dog, pulling him directly towards the military truck behind them.

Seeing this scene.

Consul John George and Consul Smith, who were standing nearby, were so frightened that they backed away, their faces ashen.

They originally thought that as long as they invoked international law and diplomatic protests, this warlord of Great Xia would obediently bow his head and compromise, just like the officials of the Nationalist government.

But to their utter surprise, this young man was completely unconvinced by Western ideas.

He not only dared to beat up and arrest the Japanese consul in the street.

They even dared to point their fingers and hurl insults at the two consuls who represented the world's strongest nations.

"A madman...he's a complete and utter madman..."

Sir George's hand, holding the walking stick, was trembling.

The two exchanged a glance, neither daring to utter another word.

They were afraid that Lin Feng might get carried away with the killing and arrest them as "accomplices in the spy operation."

The two sheepishly climbed into their respective Ford cars, hurriedly urging the drivers to slam on the gas pedal, and fled Guantao Road as if their lives depended on it.

The people in the way were dragged away, and the flies were chased away.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the tightly closed vault door in the bank lobby.

"fry."

Lin Feng coldly uttered a single word.

The sappers immediately inserted the detonator and pulled the trigger.

"Boom—!"

A dull bang echoed through the bank lobby.

The ground trembled violently.

The half-meter-thick pure steel gate, which was said to be impenetrable even by cannons, was directly blasted into a deformed shape by the high explosives exchanged within the system.

The heavy hinges snapped, and the door collapsed with a crash, smashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

The Japanese bank manager and several employees who were hiding inside were directly shocked by the shockwave of the explosion, bleeding from all seven orifices and dying on the spot.

The smoke of battle gradually dissipated.

The interior of the vault was laid bare before everyone.

"hiss--"

Zhao Dashan and the soldiers around him gasped in shock.

Even seasoned soldiers, accustomed to life and death, were speechless with shock at the sight before them.

Glitter.

The entire vault was filled with wealth.

The gleaming gold bars, stacked like bricks on the iron rack, radiated a captivating luster.

Boxes of silver dollars and silver coins that had not yet been transported were scattered all over the ground by the shock of the explosion, forming a layer of silver carpet.

There were also bundles and bundles of gold pounds, silver dollars, and Daxia's legal tender, piled up like mountains.

These are irrefutable proofs of the Japanese invaders' rampant plundering in North China.

Lin Feng strode to a row of shelves made of pure steel.

He reached out and lifted a huge gold nugget from the shelf, a nugget without any patterns, only bearing a steel stamp.

"Hiss—it's fucking heavy."

Lin Feng held the gold brick in both hands, and the muscles in his wrists tensed instantly, even feeling a slight soreness.

Within the Great Xia Dynasty, yellow croaker was the most common hard currency used by ordinary people and merchants for transactions.

A small yellow croaker weighing about 50 grams, roughly 30 grams in size, is flat and elongated.

A large yellow croaker weighing ten taels is only about 300 grams.

But the gold brick that Lin Feng is holding is the internationally recognized standard gold brick.

It weighs a full 12.5 kilograms.

If this thing hits someone on the head, it can shatter the skull.