Courtyard House: Home Alone

The carriage was mostly filled with Japanese people, including government officials in suits, businessmen with briefcases, and officers of the Kwantung Army in uniform, all speaking in Japanese. Lin Yifan calmly walked through the aisle, found an empty seat by the window, and subtly glanced around the entire carriage.

Not long after he sat down, a train attendant in a dark blue uniform strolled over. Lin Yifan had already taken out the Manchukuo currency he had prepared in advance from his spatial storage, handed it over, and bought a ticket to Xinjing. The attendant checked the ticket without asking any questions, muttered a few words in Japanese, and then turned and left.

He specifically chose the fifth carriage, where it connected with the freight cars behind. After settling in, Lin Yifan released his spiritual power, enveloping the freight cars behind him.

They quickly figured out what was in the wagons—six wagons in total, all carrying soybeans, sorghum, and rice bound for Xinjing.

There were also six other carriages that were tightly sealed and filled with boxes of munitions. Each carriage also had five or six fully armed Japanese soldiers, who appeared to be guards of the military train carriages.

Lin Yifan was secretly delighted. He had been looking for an opportunity to cause trouble for the Japanese, so why wouldn't he accept the weapons and supplies that were delivered to his door?

He calmly withdrew his spiritual energy, leaned against the train window, and closed his eyes to rest. He planned to make his move once they reached Xinjing. Since it was his first time on this train, he didn't know if there were any stops before Xinjing.

Although he wasn't afraid of being discovered by the Japanese in advance, he held back to ensure that his journey wouldn't be delayed, since these things would be his sooner or later anyway.

About an hour later, the train slowly slowed down and stopped at a small platform. Lin Yifan looked around and saw only a few puppet soldiers and Japanese police officers loitering on the platform, with no passengers getting on or off.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the train sounded its whistle and started moving again towards Xinjing. It did not stop again along the way, and after more than two hours, the outer walls and numerous guard towers of Xinjing could be seen in the distance.

Lin Yifan watched the city getting closer and closer. When the train reached a bend about two kilometers from the gate of Xinjing, the train slowed down. The surrounding area was all wilderness, which was the perfect time to make a move.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he moved his mind and stored all the weapons and Japanese guards in the last carriage into the system's static warehouse.

He then took action in quick succession, and in a short while, all the weapons and guards in the six carriages disappeared. With so much less load, the locomotive in front suddenly became much faster.

After dealing with the weapons, Lin Yifan also collected all the grain from the six wagons. This grain was just enough to take back to Beiping. Although he had already prepared enough grain, seeing more and more refugees heading to Beiping, he felt more at ease having more grain on hand.

Soon after, the train pulled into Xinjing Station. Once the train came to a complete stop, Lin Yifan followed the flow of people out of the train station.

As soon as I stepped out of the station, I felt the strict checks by the Kwantung Army. Every passenger leaving the station had to take out their ID and line up to be checked by the Japanese military police. If anything was slightly off, they would be pulled aside and questioned.

Lin Yifan remained calm and unhurried, taking out the Manchukuo resident certificate that he had stored in his spatial storage beforehand, and slowly moving forward with the line.

When it was his turn, the Japanese military police took his identification and examined it for a long time. They then looked him up and down several times and asked him a few questions in Japanese.

Lin Yifan had already exchanged his Japanese for fluent Japanese, and his answers were flawless. The Japanese military police couldn't find anything wrong with him, so they handed his documents back and waved him on.

After successfully exiting the platform, Lin Yifan strolled along the main street, secretly noting the locations of the Kwantung Army outposts and the puppet Manchukuo government office building he saw along the way.

Reaching the entrance of a coffee shop in the city center, he pushed open the door and went inside. He found a window seat on the second floor, ordered a coffee, and slowly sipped it, observing the crowds and Japanese patrols through the glass window while pondering what to do next.

Just one more block away is the former palace of the puppet state of Manchukuo. There must be quite a few good things inside!

Right across from the main gate of the Imperial Palace was the headquarters of the Kwantung Army. It was a five-story building surrounded by high walls with electric fences.

There were four sentries standing guard at the entrance. In addition, there was a machine gun nest on each side made of sandbags. Each machine gun nest had two Japanese soldiers, one of whom was the machine gunner and the other was the ammunition handler.

He used his mental power to envelop the entire Kwantung Army headquarters. The surprise came so suddenly that he found a large conference room on the third floor of the Japanese Kwantung Army headquarters, where generals were gathered. There were fourteen lieutenant generals, eleven major generals, and one general.

This general should be the current commander of the Kwantung Army, Yoshijiro Umezu, and the lieutenant general sitting below him is probably his chief of staff, Teiichi Yoshimoto.

If we could wipe out all these big fish in one fell swoop, it would probably make the fools of the country ache for half a year. This would wipe out the entire command of the Kwantung Army. If it really succeeded, the Japanese in Northeast China would be in chaos for at least three to five months, which would give the Anti-Japanese United Army room to grow and expand.

Lin Yifan paused slightly in his grip on the coffee cup, and instantly made up his mind. Since he had stumbled upon such a good opportunity, there was no reason for him to let it go.

He slowly finished his coffee, paid the bill, got up and walked out of the coffee shop. Pretending to be strolling around, he came to a small alley next door. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he teleported to the conference room on the third floor of the Kwantung Army Headquarters.

Yoshijiro Umezu and a group of Japanese major generals and lieutenant generals were all stunned when they saw Lin Yifan suddenly appear in the conference room. The buzzing discussion in the conference room stopped abruptly, and the entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yoshijiro Umezu, being a veteran general who had weathered countless storms, was the first to react. He slammed his hand on the table and demanded in a stern voice in Japanese, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

The surrounding Japanese officers also reacted one after another. Some reached for their sidearms at their waists, while others hurriedly tried to get up and call for the guards outside the door. The entire conference room instantly descended into chaos.

Lin Yifan wore a faint smile, showing no regard for the group of Japanese generals. With a thought, the conference room door clicked shut and locked itself. He then slowly spoke in fluent Japanese: "I'm here to send you Japanese devils to hell."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a guard knocking on the door came from outside. After knocking twice, Lin Yifan fired a bullet from the still warehouse. The bullet pierced through the wooden door and entered the guard's head.

Yoshijiro Umezu's pupils contracted sharply. He reached for his sidearm, but then everything went blurry before his eyes, and he was completely immobilized. He could only watch helplessly as the young man walked unhurriedly to the conference table and looked down at him and his group of top commanders of the Kwantung Army.