Courtyard House: Home Alone

The explosions continued, and the shadow of death loomed over the entire Tanggu Wharf. Lin Yifan, like a tireless killing machine, moved through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, reaping the lives of the guilty.

He only stopped what he was doing when the western sunset illuminated the blood-stained dock, making it look like a scene of carnage.

On the dock, over 37,000 Japanese soldiers, plus the original 1st Regiment stationed there, were almost completely wiped out. Only a few terrified Japanese soldiers remained, lying paralyzed on the ground like walking corpses. However, their suffering didn't last long before Lin Yifan ended it.

Meanwhile, the naval destroyers and gunboats on the sea had vanished without a trace as soon as the slaughter began, leaving not even a shadow of their ships.

They probably heard the dense explosions and gunfire on the dock and knew something was wrong. They didn't dare to stay any longer. Survival was the priority, so they retreated at full speed, abandoning even their compatriots who were still struggling on the dock.

This is what is called "friendly forces"—in a life-or-death situation, they run faster than anyone else.

Lin Yifan stood at the highest point of the dock, overlooking the carnage before him, his eyes still icy cold. He knew this was just the beginning. His path of revenge was long, very long. He would make all invaders know that those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!

After collecting the Japanese soldiers' insignia and spoils of war, Lin Yifan turned and left the dock, heading towards Tianjin City, where he had an important matter to attend to: the Japanese pharmaceutical factory.

He wanted to relocate the Japanese pharmaceutical factory entirely to Beiping (Beijing). This would serve as a development fund for Beiping and a crucial guarantee for the continued fighting of the anti-Japanese forces in the future.

This pharmaceutical factory not only has a large quantity of ready-made medicines, but also a complete set of production equipment and technical data, which are exactly what I need most right now.

Dr. Chen has completed the experiment of mass production of penicillin and is now just waiting for the equipment.

Lin Yifan would not allow these supplies, stained with the blood of the Chinese people, to continue to be used by the Japanese. He had to empty the entire pharmaceutical factory before the Japanese in Tianjin could react.

He sped along, the wind whistling in his ears, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, constantly scanning the road ahead while using his mental energy to sense the movements around him.

The closer to the city, the more Japanese sentries and patrols there are. Now, completely eliminating the Japanese in Tianjin is a piece of cake for Lin Yifan. But there are still many times when there are no Japanese and no one to manage things.

He moved like a ghost between buildings and shadows, easily avoiding all eyes and ears, and sneaked straight toward the pharmaceutical factory.

The night was as dark as ink, and a sense of oppression permeated the streets of Tianjin.

The Japanese patrol, guns at the ready, strode forward with heavy steps, warily scanning their surroundings. The beams of their searchlights streaked across the darkness, leaving pale trails.

Lin Yifan, like a shadow blending into the darkness, silently evaded the patrol team's sight by using the shadows of the buildings and the complex terrain.

His mental power had already covered the entire pharmaceutical factory area, allowing him to clearly understand the defenses and personnel movements within.

This pharmaceutical factory was quite large, surrounded by high walls with barbed wire. Guard towers were set up in several corners, and the Japanese sentries on them were yawning, looking somewhat relaxed.

Lin Yifan's lips curled into a cold smile. This level of defense was practically useless against him.

He selected a guard tower and teleported inside. There were two Japanese sentries inside, one carrying a Type 38 rifle and the other holding a light machine gun. Before the two Japanese soldiers could react, two bullets pierced their heads.

Then, with a thought, Lin Yifan put away the weapons and ammunition. Next, he moved on to the next guard tower, repeating the same method, and quickly cleared out all the Japanese soldiers from the six guard towers surrounding the pharmaceutical factory.

After clearing out the Japanese soldiers on the watchtower, there were two patrol teams and Japanese sentries at the main gate. He wiped out all the Japanese soldiers guarding the entire pharmaceutical factory without breaking a sweat.

Lin Yifan used his mental power to scan the entire pharmaceutical factory again and found that apart from three Japanese soldiers in white coats in a laboratory, there were no other living people in the entire factory.

So, he teleported to the pharmaceutical factory's laboratory and, to the astonishment of the three Japanese soldiers, knocked them unconscious.

Now, he was all alone in the entire pharmaceutical factory. Next, he had to move supplies. Lin Yifan first went to the raw material warehouse, where large quantities of chemical raw materials and Chinese medicinal herbs were piled up, and the air was filled with a strong smell of herbs and chemical reagents.

With a thought, the huge warehouse instantly became empty, and all the raw materials were stored in his spatial storage.

Next came the production workshop. Lin Yifan carefully "cut" off each piece of precision pharmaceutical equipment, from reaction kettles and centrifuges to tablet presses and coating pans, along with the bolts fixing them to the ground, and then stored them in the space.

Then there was the finished product warehouse. Boxes of packaged medicines were neatly stacked on the shelves, with a wide variety of types, including anti-inflammatory drugs, painkillers, and some special medicines that Lin Yifan couldn't name.

These medicines are life-saving treasures on the battlefield, so Lin Yifan naturally wouldn't let them go and took them all.

Finally, he arrived at the technical data room. This room contained a large number of production process documents, formulas, research reports, and other materials.

Lin Yifan knew that the value of these paper documents was no less than that of the equipment and medicines. He put all the filing cabinets and the documents inside into the space, ensuring that no drawings or records were left behind.

Throughout the entire moving process, Lin Yifan remained highly vigilant, his mental energy covering the entire factory area, and no slightest movement escaped his perception.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, Lin Yifan finally completed the "relocation" of the entire pharmaceutical factory.

The pharmaceutical factory, which was once filled with equipment and abundant supplies, is now completely empty, with even the overhead and underground pipelines lying around, resembling an abandoned ruin.

Lin Yifan stood in the center of the factory area, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming that nothing had been missed.

This operation was flawless, not only acquiring a large quantity of urgently needed medicines and equipment, but also obtaining valuable technical data, laying a solid foundation for the pharmaceutical industry in Beiping.

He took one last look at the hollowed-out pharmaceutical factory, without a trace of lingering affection. He turned and disappeared into the street at the edge of dawn, running towards the north gate of Tianjin.

Once outside Tianjin, he released a jeep and headed towards Beiping.

Meanwhile, in Beiping, Old Master Tang and Shopkeeper Zhou had been in a state of excitement since yesterday because they had received a telegram from the Japanese army in Tianjin requesting assistance.