Courtyard House: Home Alone

He extended his mental energy once again, carefully examining the movements of the entire dock.

The "Tokai Maru" has successfully docked, and the special attack team members on the deck have begun to disembark in an orderly manner. They are well-equipped and move efficiently, clearly well-trained elites.

However, about a third of the team members seemed a bit listless, probably due to the long period of rocking on the ship and the inability to adapt to the new environment.

Lin Yifan coldly observed these so-called "elite" personnel, sneering inwardly. With this kind of trash, they thought they could carry out a "decapitation plan"? It was simply wishful thinking.

He patiently lay hidden under the tarpaulin, closely observing the movements on the dock through the gaps. After the commandos disembarked, they quickly formed ranks under the officers' orders.

Their steps were heavy, carrying a chilling aura, but Lin Yifan could sense that many of them had weariness and unease about the unknown environment in their eyes.

The group of officers who appeared to be the leaders were talking in hushed tones with the Japanese commander on the dock, seemingly making arrangements for what to do next.

Lin Yifan waited patiently, knowing that he couldn't be impatient, especially in situations like this.

He noticed that the special forces members who disembarked did not immediately enter the warehouse, but instead assembled in formation on the open ground of the dock, seemingly waiting for further orders.

The guards at the warehouse entrance were mainly focused on the dock and were relatively less vigilant about the inside of the warehouse.

This might be an opportunity! Lin Yifan took a deep breath and checked the situation inside the warehouse again. Then, with a thought, he activated his third teleportation, targeting a dark corner inside the warehouse near the pile of supplies.

Upon arriving here, the entire dock entered Lin Yifan's spatial domain. He flashed into the space and simultaneously released his mental energy to examine the contents of the "Donghai Maru" cargo hold.

Upon inspection, it was discovered that the "Tokai Maru" was carrying artillery shells—a whole ship full of shells, including mortar shells, mountain gun shells, field gun shells, and howitzer shells, but unfortunately, they were all ordinary shells. There was no special smoke that Kenji Doihara had requested.

At this moment, Lin Yifan noticed a group of more than twenty special forces members walking in a line towards the warehouse. What are the Japanese trying to do?

Lin Yifan immediately used his mental power to quietly lock onto the team members, holding his breath and observing their movements. He saw them walk to the warehouse entrance, exchange a few words with the sentry in hushed tones, and then begin the changing of the guard.

The Japanese soldier who appeared to be the leader of a squad leader was seemingly arranging the positions of his team members, muttering something under his breath, and looking quite impatient.

Lin Yifan hid in a dark corner, focusing his mental energy on them, carefully discerning their conversation.

Although the distance was quite far and the other person's voice was very low, he still managed to catch what they were saying thanks to his extraordinary mental strength.

It turned out that after several days of travel, they had finally arrived in China again. They thought they could rest in the warehouse for three days like the others before going back to serve the empire. However, Captain Miyamoto made his squad responsible for guarding the warehouse for those three days, and also had to handle some of the team's daily life matters.

"Baka!" The squad leader kicked a wooden crate beside him, his voice full of resentment. "Hurry up, all of you! Koizumi, you take five men and check around the warehouse. The rest of you, go in and check if anything's still not ready. The captain and the others will be here soon. If they're not satisfied when they come in, I'll skin you alive!"

Koizumi responded with a "Yes, sir," and immediately selected five men, who, guns at the ready, cautiously dispersed around the warehouse. The remaining special forces members, grumbling and shoving, entered the warehouse.

As Lin Yifan watched the Japanese soldiers moving back and forth and inspecting the area, a thought struck him. These more than one hundred Japanese soldiers were going to stay here for three days, and it seemed a bit of an eyesore for him to be here.

No, I can come in here anytime. I need to find another place to hide, a place that can both monitor the Japanese special forces and keep track of the entire dock, so that I can take action when the "Yukikaze" arrives.

With that in mind, he began to survey his surroundings, spreading his mental energy like a fine spider web, covering the entire dock area.

His gaze first swept over the area around the warehouse, noting down the patrolling sentries and the fixed post locations, and even the time intervals between their shift changes.

Next, his "gaze" fell on the highest point of the dock—the warehouse roofs and tower crane platforms that overlooked the entire dock.

One of the large warehouses on the east side of the dock has the widest view. It not only has a view of the warehouse and dock area where the special forces are gathered, but also a view of the sea. Once the "Yukikaze" appears, it can be spotted immediately.

What's even better is that the rooftop was piled with huge canvases used to cover the goods, which served as excellent cover.

However, there were two mobile sentries and a machine gun emplacement on it, guarded by five Japanese soldiers. Lin Yifan had already made up his mind; this rooftop was well-hidden and offered a good view, making it his ideal ambush point.

However, he did not rush to leave the warehouse, but waited patiently, hoping to glean some useful information from the conversations of the Japanese special forces after they entered.

He lay quietly in his own space, his ears like radar, picking up on any sounds outside. Soon, a series of orderly footsteps approached, accompanied by low voices of Japanese conversation, as the members of the Japanese special forces began to enter the warehouse.

Their conversation mostly revolved around the upcoming mission. Although they spoke in hushed tones, Lin Yifan's keen hearing still managed to pick up a few scattered words.

Just then, a burly Japanese man, about 168cm tall and wearing colonel's epaulets, who was walking beside the group, saw that his men had already entered the warehouse and ordered the warehouse door to be closed.

Then, he gathered all the special forces members in the middle of the warehouse and began his address: "Gentlemen! We have come to China with a sacred mission entrusted to us by the Empire—the 'Decapitation Plan'! Its success or failure will determine the course of the entire war in North China, and even more so, the glory of the Empire!"

His voice boomed, carrying an undeniable authority, his gaze sweeping over each team member like a knife. "For the next three days, you will rest here, familiarize yourselves with the environment, and check your equipment. Three days later, we will launch a thunderous strike against the target, letting those Chinese taste the might of the Imperial Special Forces! Do you all understand?"

"Hey!" the team members responded in unison. Although their voices were loud, Lin Yifan could tell that many of them lacked energy.

Lin Yifan sneered inwardly. These little devils really think this is their territory. He held his breath and continued to listen intently.