Courtyard House: Home Alone

Back in the valley, without resting, he began trying to use the stationary storage to collect the bullets fired from the guns. He first took out a Mauser pistol that he had seized from Qian Liugen's house and checked the bullets inside.

Then, he enveloped the area within ten meters in front of him with the stillness of his own space, and then pulled the trigger. There was a "bang" of gunshot, but the bullet did not hit the target in front of him. Lin Yifan was overjoyed.

He focused his mind on the stationary warehouse and, sure enough, found a warhead floating inside. He slapped his thigh excitedly, "Success!" Now, the question was whether it could be launched from the warehouse.

If it can be fired, that would be incredibly powerful. It would be an invincible weapon, an absolute silencer. Outsiders would only hear the sound of a bullet piercing a human body.

Lin Yifan suppressed his excitement, took a deep breath, and began to attempt the second step—firing the bullets from the stationary warehouse.

His gaze was fixed on the tree burl ten meters away. He concentrated his mind and carefully probed the still warehouse with his thoughts, locking onto the floating warhead.

This time, instead of pulling the trigger, he tried to use his mental power to "push" the bullet, so that it would be propelled along the trajectory he wanted by the original gunpowder thrust.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. When he tried to guide the bullet away from the stationary warehouse with his mental power, the bullet seemed to be bound by an invisible force and remained motionless.

No matter how focused he was, or even if he tried to increase his mental output, the bullet remained floating in place, unresponsive.

"What's going on?" Lin Yifan frowned, somewhat puzzled.

He had successfully collected the bullets, so why couldn't he fire them? Was his method wrong? He didn't give up and began to carefully recall the difference between the bullet-collecting process and the current situation.

When the bullet was collected, it was captured and "stored" by his mental power and the characteristics of the static warehouse while it was flying at high speed, which was more like a kind of "interception".

Firing, on the other hand, requires actively giving the bullet an initial velocity and direction, which seems to involve the "manipulation" and "release" of objects inside a stationary warehouse.

He decided to try a different approach. Perhaps he shouldn't just "push" it out, but rather release the "confinement" of the bullet from the stationary warehouse and use his mental power to guide it along a trajectory he envisioned?

He focused his mind again. This time, instead of forcibly "pushing" the bullet, he tried to weaken the binding force of the stationary warehouse on the bullet. At the same time, he used his mental power to "pull" the bullet out of the warehouse and aim at the tree burl ten meters away.

This process was exceptionally difficult, consuming far more mental energy than any previous exercise. The static warehouse seemed to possess a natural "stickiness," firmly adhering to the objects within.

Lin Yifan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat soaking his temples once more. He could clearly "feel" the bullet trembling slightly under the pull of his mental power, as if trying to break free of its restraints, yet being pulled back by an invisible force.

"Get out of here!" Lin Yifan roared, pushing his mental energy to its limit.

Just then, the warhead inside the stationary warehouse trembled violently, as if it had broken through some kind of critical point, and instantly "splashed" out from the edge of the warehouse! "Whoosh!" A very faint sound of air being cut rang out, almost inaudible.

Lin Yifan immediately turned his gaze to the tree burl ten meters away, where a fresh bullet hole had appeared! "Success!" An indescribable joy and exhaustion welled up in Lin Yifan's heart.

Although the process was incredibly difficult and extremely costly, he finally succeeded! He didn't celebrate immediately, but instead focused his mind back into the static warehouse and found that the warhead inside had disappeared.

He looked again at the bullet embedded in the tree burl and confirmed that it was the very same bullet he had "fired" from the stationary warehouse.

"Great!" Lin Yifan excitedly pumped his fist.

This meant that he could not only silently collect bullets fired at him by enemies, but also reuse them and fire them in a nearly silent manner! This was simply a divine skill! He tried to collect and fire bullets again.

This time, he was experienced, and although it still consumed mental energy, the process was significantly smoother. The bullet was fired from the Mauser pistol, silently collected in the still warehouse, and then, guided by his mental energy, silently shot towards the target.

In actual combat, the enemy would likely only hear the sound of being hit, but would have no way of knowing where the bullet came from! It might even be the bullet they fired that killed them. This is simply the ultimate weapon for assassination and sneak attacks!

Lin Yifan became more and more excited as he thought about it. He even began to imagine that if he used a rifle to perform this operation, wouldn't he be able to achieve true "coming and going without a trace" at a greater distance?

He immediately picked up the Type 38 rifle, loaded the bullets, and began to try it out.

Rifle bullets have far greater power and muzzle velocity than Mauser pistol bullets, making them correspondingly more difficult to collect and fire.

On the first attempt, the bullet was successfully collected, but during firing, the mental energy almost got out of control, and the bullet missed its target.

But he did not give up, trying again and again, constantly adjusting the way he output and guided his mental energy. Time passed slowly, and occasionally a few muffled gunshots rang out in the valley (he needed to pull the trigger to create the initial state of the bullet's flight so that he could collect it).

But mostly there was a deathly silence, broken only by Lin Yifan's focused and slightly weary breathing. As the sun set again, bathing the mountains and forests in gold, Lin Yifan was finally able to collect and fire rifle bullets from the stationary warehouse with relative proficiency.

Although his mental energy was greatly depleted and each complete collection and firing left him with a throbbing headache, he was now able to accurately fire the collected rifle bullets into the target area on the tree trunk from a distance of two hundred meters.

This is undoubtedly another milestone breakthrough! Lin Yifan put down his rifle, slumped on the grass, panting heavily, but his face was filled with an unprecedented smile.

He knew that killing Japanese soldiers was now as easy as clicking a mouse—truly pinpointing and striking precisely, and all without a sound. With this ability, he had gained another powerful trump card in this perilous era!

As night fell, Lin Yifan ate a simple meal and then went to rest in his space.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Yifan woke up. After a night of recuperation, his mental energy had recovered to about 70-80%, and his body was full of strength.

He knew that today was the day he would leave the mountains and return to the city.