Courtyard House: Home Alone

The "fisherman's" gaze turned serious as he stared intently at Lin Yifan, as if trying to see through his heart.

Lin Yifan met his gaze and replied firmly, "You can rest assured about that. Since I've chosen to cooperate with you, I won't tamper with the supplies."

As for its use, now that I've entrusted it to you, the rest is none of my concern.

He paused, then added, "Moreover, we need the intelligence you provide in order to better eliminate the Japanese soldiers and traitors in Beiping, because we don't want to see those rats and bedbugs in Beiping."

The "fisherman" remained silent for a moment, seemingly assessing the credibility of Lin Yifan's words. The firelight danced on his face, making the shallow scars appear even more distinct.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly: "Alright, I trust you. Then, let's discuss the specific handover method and timing. Can you guarantee how long it will take to provide the first batch of supplies?"

"If you are still here by 10 p.m. tomorrow, the weapons, ammunition, medicine, and surgical instruments we promised will be delivered to the cave behind you."

However, your people must come after 10 o'clock, because my people don't want to meet strangers." Lin Yifan did not hesitate at all.

The "fisherman" nodded: "No problem. We'll arrange it properly. As for the intelligence you need, starting tomorrow, I will regularly send you some key information through the liaison officer you contacted before. This information will mainly cover the movements of the Japanese troops outside, detailed information about some Japanese soldiers and traitors in the city, as well as their strongholds and activities."

"Very good." Lin Yifan nodded in satisfaction. "It was a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure to work with you." The "fisherman" also extended his hand.

Their hands clasped tightly together by the campfire. Although they didn't exchange many words, their eyes revealed trust and determination.

This was not just a simple transaction, but more like a silent covenant that brought two people who might otherwise have had no connection together in this turbulent era.

"By the way," Lin Yifan added, as if suddenly remembering something, "Have you heard of Lou Zhenhua in Beiping lately?"

Upon hearing the name, the fisherman frowned slightly: "Lou Zhenhua? That nouveau riche factory owner who's known as 'Lou Half-City'? What, do you have a grudge against him?"

"I guess so." Lin Yifan briefly explained Xu Fugui's collusion with the Lou family. "I suspect he might be a threat to me, and it might also affect our cooperation."

After listening, the "fisherman's" expression turned serious: "Lou Zhenhua is a man who appears to be very shrewd and sophisticated on the surface, but in reality he has connections with the Japanese and the Skinheads."

He also provided us with some medicine and supplies. I hope you will think carefully before taking action against someone like him.

"Alright," Lin Yifan replied. "If he really dares to provoke me, I don't mind making him pay a price. Consider it a lesson for him. As for his life? Given that he can still be of help to your party, I'll spare it for now."

The two exchanged opinions on some details until they confirmed that everything was arranged before preparing to leave.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving now," said the "fisherman." "Remember, be careful in everything you do."

"You too." Lin Yifan nodded.

The "fisherman" gave Lin Yifan a deep look, then turned and disappeared into the darkness behind him, his movements swift and silent, as if he had never been there at all.

Lin Yifan stood there, watching the campfire gradually die down, leaving only a pile of dark red embers. A night breeze blew by, bringing a chill.

The brutality of the Japanese army and the turmoil of the era weighed heavily on his mind like mountains. But he felt no fear; the thrill of hunting down Japanese soldiers filled him with fighting spirit.

He glanced at the pitch-black night outside the brick kiln, his eyes resolute, then turned and walked back the way he had come.

After returning home and closing the door, I entered my spatial dimension. Since the first time I killed Japanese soldiers, I haven't properly organized the weapons and ammunition I've captured in my dimension. I'm sending out a batch tomorrow, so I'll take this opportunity to organize them properly and have a better understanding of what's in my dimension.

The sorting and counting took until dawn before the captured weapons and ammunition were finally tallied, totaling: over 41,200 Type 38 rifles, 1,923 Type 99 light machine guns, 672 Type 99 light machine guns, 926 Type 92 heavy machine guns, 324 Type 100 submachine guns, 360 Thompson submachine guns, over 2,680 grenade launchers, over 560 mortars, 92 Type 75 infantry guns, and 198 Type 75 mountain guns.

The accompanying bullets and shells were countless, and more than half of them were seized from warehouses and trains at Fengtai Railway Station.

A large quantity of military blankets, uniforms, cotton, grain, canned goods, and other supplies were seized. In addition, there were 303 aircraft of various types, along with accompanying aerial bombs, cannon shells, and aviation gasoline.

Most importantly, tucked away in a corner of the room were a thousand yellow-label poison gas shells, a deadly weapon capable of launching a surprise attack on a large Japanese force. It's unknown which Japanese unit will be fortunate enough to benefit from them.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it! It's amazing how much space we've upgraded. Otherwise, the sheer size of the space might not have been enough to fit it all in.

Of course, the warehouse is a foldable space, so it can hold as much as you want. Modern airplanes and aviation fuel are currently stored in these warehouses.

As for the valuables in his spatial storage, he planned to give all the Japanese yen to the Communist Party, but he did not intend to take out the other foreign banknotes, silver dollars, gold, etc.

These are all spoils of war, to be left to one's descendants. One must not follow the example of one's parents, who, for their so-called faith, were willing to abandon even their son.

After finishing tidying up, he washed up, drank some spiritual spring water, and ate a roast chicken. Then he crawled into bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

He slept soundly until sunset. When he woke up, Lin Yifan extended his consciousness into the space and saw that it was already dark outside. He stretched and got out of bed.

First, they harvested a batch of grain from the space, then filled the empty plots in the planting area with crops. After that, they washed up, ate, and by the time they finished everything, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

It was time to set off. Lin Yifan left the space, teleported out of the courtyard, and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, released a car from the space, started the engine, and drove towards the abandoned brick kiln in the south of the city.

He parked his car more than two kilometers away from the abandoned brick kiln, folded it up, and used his light-footed skills to run towards the kiln. He didn't go in directly, but instead circled the kiln, carefully inspecting it before entering, only proceeding when he found nothing amiss.