Courtyard House: Home Alone

Then he used his mind to move one hundred Thompson submachine guns out of the warehouse and loaded bullets into the submachine gun magazines in the warehouse. Using his mind to operate in space is fast; the whole process only took a little over ten minutes.

He loaded the magazine into his submachine gun and began firing, simultaneously storing the fired bullets in the storage compartment. In this way, he spent another half hour replenishing the storage compartment with six thousand rounds of ammunition.

Having resolved the bullet issue, Lin Yifan felt somewhat relieved. He returned to the secluded valley ahead, took out the airport defense map he had drawn, and scrutinized every detail to ensure the night's operation would be foolproof.

Time slipped away quietly as he pondered, and soon darkness fell. Night had finally descended.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared on the horizon and night completely enveloped the earth, a sharp glint flashed in Lin Yifan's eyes. "The time has come."

He gave a low shout, and like a cheetah poised to pounce, he silently darted out of the valley and stealthily made his way towards Xiyuan Airport, four kilometers away.

He moved with incredible speed, his feet seemingly oiled, leaving trails of afterimages across the wilderness. At the same time, he remained highly alert, his mental energy scanning his surroundings like a radar.

Soon, the barbed wire fence surrounding Xiyuan Airport came into his view. Lin Yifan did not approach rashly, but instead hid behind a sloping hill and carefully observed the nearest watchtower using his eagle eye.

Two Japanese soldiers on the watchtower were holding their guns and chatting idly. One of them kept yawning, looking somewhat tired.

Lin Yifan's lips curled into a cold smile. Then, he turned his mental energy to the pilots' barracks. He saw that most of the Japanese pilots and ground crew were already asleep. With a thought, his figure disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already inside the armory of the Japanese guards. He first put the weapons and ammunition inside into his personal space.

Then, in a flash, he appeared in a dormitory with four Japanese pilots. Two of them were already asleep, while the other two were chatting casually, completely unaware that there was another person in the dark room.

With the aid of eagle eyes and mental strength, Lin Yifan was completely unaffected by the light. With a thought, four bullets flew out of the space warehouse. There were four soft sounds of bullets piercing skulls, "pfft, pfft, pfft!" The bullets accurately pierced the foreheads of the four Japanese pilots.

Then, with a thought, four Japanese corpses appeared on the ground. With a wave of his hand, the bedding, clothes, and other items in the room entered his space. Then came the second room, the third room, and so on. Each room took no more than a minute to complete.

Then there are the dormitories for ground crew and guards. The dormitories for ground crew and guards have a significantly larger number of people, with eight to ten people sharing a room.

It took Lin Yifan a full three hours to clean up the Japanese soldiers' dormitory. Next, he cleaned up the watchtowers and towers on the outer perimeter, and then the two patrol teams inside. He was able to clean up the area thanks to the light-foot skill he had acquired in advance; otherwise, it would have taken much longer.

Finally, Lin Yifan arrived at the airport gate. He first killed the Japanese soldiers who were on guard duty, then entered the bunker and took care of the Japanese soldiers who were on duty and sleeping inside.

The bunker reeked of blood, and several heavy machine guns remained in their firing positions, but no one would ever pull the trigger again.

Lin Yifan put all the weapons and ammunition into his spatial storage, then checked them over to make sure nothing was missing before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

From infiltrating to clearing out all the mobile Japanese soldiers, it took a total of more than four hours. Although some Japanese soldiers were occasionally awakened during this time, he used his mental power to sense them in advance and dealt with them with lightning speed, without making any noise that could alarm the entire airport.

At this moment, Xiyuan Airport, apart from a few dim streetlights swaying in the wind, has become a silent ghost town.

On the runway, those once majestic fighter jets lay silently, like steel behemoths stripped of their souls.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yifan quickly ran onto the tarmac, reached out and touched each aircraft, and began to store them one by one into his spatial storage.

From fighter jets to bombers to transport planes, one massive aircraft after another vanished silently, leaving only empty runways.

This process also took a considerable amount of time, given that there were over a hundred aircraft involved. Once the last Ki-34 Nakajima transport plane was also stored, Xiyuan Airport was completely emptied.

Lin Yifan finally arrived at the airport's oil and ammunition depots, where the scene was even more spectacular than he had imagined. Huge oil tanks were neatly arranged, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gasoline.

The adjacent ammunition depot was constructed of thick reinforced concrete, its doors tightly shut and secured with heavy padlocks. Lin Yifan stepped forward, effortlessly broke the padlock, and pushed open the ammunition depot door.

It was filled with all sorts of bombs, shells, and machine gun bullets, from aerial bombs to anti-aircraft shells, a dazzling array that almost filled the entire warehouse.

A glint of excitement flashed in his eyes—these were all good stuff! Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began to store all the aviation fuel from the oil depot and all the munitions from the ammunition depot into his spatial storage.

He stored the gasoline, along with the tank, in his storage space, while the bombs and shells were stacked in a corner of the stationary warehouse.

This task took him nearly half an hour, until both warehouses were completely emptied, at which point he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Then, he got into a jeep he had specially left behind, added three cushions to the seats, started the engine, and drove away from Xiyuan Airport, which he had completely looted. As he left the airport, he checked his watch; it was already 1:30 AM.

We must speed things up. At the very least, we need to eliminate all the Japanese troops at Nanyuan Airport before dawn at 7 a.m. We can leave the seizure of planes, weapons, and ammunition for last. As long as we act quickly enough, we should be able to finish before the Japanese can react.

He drove his jeep, speeding along the rugged mountain road towards Nanyuan Airport. Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, with only the headlights piercing the darkness and illuminating the road ahead.

Lin Yifan gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sharp and resolute, silently calculating the time and distance in his mind. The Japanese devils at Nanyuan Airport, your countdown to death has begun!

It was almost 2:30 a.m. when Lin Yifan arrived near Nanyuan Airport. He parked the car, used his lightness skill to quickly approach the airport, and, without delay, teleported into the airport area as soon as he reached the closest point to the pilots' dormitory.