1950s: After transmigrating into a capitalist, I relied on military industry to achieve a comeback.

"Bang--!"

Gunshots shattered the tranquility of the night.

The dim incandescent light bulb overhead shattered with a crash, shards of glass raining down. The storage room was instantly plunged into deathly darkness, with only the glowing red coal stove in the corner casting a phantom shadow.

"Get down!"

As a former reconnaissance company commander, Chen Mo's muscles reacted faster than his brain.

The instant the lights went out, he kicked over the wooden table in front of him. The heavy tabletop slammed up with a loud crash, forming a fragile yet crucial defensive line in the cramped space, tightly protecting Lin Jiaoyue behind him in the shadows.

"Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, the wooden window covered with newspaper was violently kicked open. A cold wind, carrying large clumps of snowflakes, poured into the room like a knife cutting through the air.

Accompanying the wind and snow were two lithe, wolf-like black figures that rushed in.

The two dark gun barrels gleamed with a chilling blue light in the dim glow of the fire.

The killing intent has arrived.

The first shadowy figure had barely landed and hadn't even had time to adjust its balance when Chen Mo, like a ghost, pounced on it from the shadows to the side.

When two people meet on a narrow path, life and death hang in the balance.

Chen Mo gripped the scorching barrel of the gun with his left hand like an iron clamp and suddenly lifted it upwards. With a "bang," the bullet struck the ceiling, sending dust flying. At the same time, using the explosive force of his violent waist rotation, he delivered a vicious hook punch with his right hand, striking the dark figure heavily in the temple.

"Click."

The sound of bone cracking was so dull it made your teeth ache.

The shadowy figure didn't even utter a sound as the gun slipped from his hand and slid into the darkness under the bed. The two instantly began wrestling, knocking over a nearby cabinet and shattering bottles and jars all over the floor.

But death has more than one face.

The second shadowy figure didn't even glance at his companion; his target was very clear—the woman in that corner.

The gun barrel passed over the overturned table and coldly locked onto Lin Jiaoyue.

In that instant, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Lin Jiaoyue's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand. In her past and present lives, she had solved countless complex algorithmic problems and derived countless precise ballistic trajectories, but she had never solved the equation called "death."

The dark muzzle of the gun felt like an abyss, and the suffocating sensation instantly froze the blood in her body.

The trigger was pulled.

"Watch out, Mr. Lin!!"

A heart-wrenching scream made Lin Jiaoyue's eardrums ring.

Gao Jianguo, who usually struggles with even simple calculus problems and gets scolded by Lin Jiaoyue, suddenly unleashed an astonishing speed.

This 1.85-meter-tall Shandong man, like a cannonball, pounced sideways without any hesitation. He spread his arms, using his broad, mountain-like back to completely block Lin Jiaoyue's view.

"puff!"

That was the dull thud of a bullet piercing flesh, a sound so muffled it made one's heart pound.

Warm blood mist suddenly exploded on Gao Jianguo's shoulder, and a few drops of scalding liquid splashed onto Lin Jiaoyue's pale cheeks.

That's... Lao Gao's blood.

The immense kinetic energy impact caused Gao Jianguo's burly body to stagger backward, crashing heavily against the wall with a loud "thud."

Gao Jianguo's face turned deathly pale instantly, his features contorted in agony, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead. But he gritted his teeth and refused to fall or move an inch.

Those once innocent, inquisitive bull's eyes were now filled with a savage, murderous glint.

"Fuck your grandma!!"

The wounded beast went completely mad.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the shadowy figure was preparing to fire a follow-up shot after missing his target, Gao Jianguo roared out the dirtiest curse he had ever uttered. He raised his heavy military boot and, with his last ounce of strength, kicked the other man's wrist, which was holding the gun.

"Click."

This kick was so powerful that it dislocated the opponent's wrist.

The pistol flew out and smashed the thermos in the corner. Boiling water mixed with steam rose up, scalding the assassin who let out a muffled groan.

The shadowy figure was shocked, clearly not expecting these tech-savvy bookworms to be so fierce. He drew a gleaming dagger from his waist, and with a flash of cold light, he became locked in a fierce struggle with Gao Jianguo, who pounced on him.

Bleeding.

Gao Jianguo's body was half numb, and blood dripped from his military overcoat onto the floor. The wound on his shoulder quickly put him at a disadvantage, and the dark figure pressed him step by step toward the scorching coal stove.

The sharp dagger slowly approached his carotid artery, just a hair's breadth away, and he could even see the pulsating blood vessels.

"Let go of Lao Gao! I'll fight you to the death!"

Song Siming has gone mad.

This usually refined and gentle scholar, who was so weak he wouldn't even dare watch a chicken being killed, now had his glasses askew on his nose. He charged forward, carrying a heavy, solid wooden stool.

His legs were shaking, his hands were shaking, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably, but he did not hesitate for a moment when he smashed the object down.

"Bang!"

The stool shattered on the dark figure's shoulder, sending wood chips flying.

The shadowy figure cried out in pain, his body swayed, and the dagger slashed off course, leaving a hideous bloody gash on Gao Jianguo's collarbone.

"court death!"

Enraged, the shadowy figure turned around and delivered a perfect kick to Song Siming's abdomen.

"Ugh—" Song Siming flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pile of coal in the corner. He curled up like a boiled shrimp, vomiting a mouthful of sour water, his mouth full of bitter coal dust, yet he still hoarsely roared, "Don't...don't touch Engineer Lin..."

two seconds.

These two seconds were bought with the lives of Song Siming and Gao Jianguo.

"Ah!!" Gao Jianguo roared as he looked at the fallen Song Siming, his eyes red. He used his intact left arm to tightly grip the shadowy figure's neck, completely abandoning his defense, and used his nearly 200-pound weight to forcefully press the man to the ground.

The dark figure's face turned purple as he struggled desperately, wildly swinging his dagger, each stroke grazing Gao Jianguo's cheek and arm, drawing beads of blood.

A desperate situation.

Lin Jiaoyue stood in the shadows, the blood on her face still wet—Gao Jianguo's blood, scalding hot.

She looked at Gao Jianguo, whose shoulder was covered in blood and gore from protecting her, and at Song Siming, who had been kicked into a coal pile while trying to save someone and whose life was unknown.

The fear was still there, and my hands were still trembling, but another, even stronger emotion instantly broke through the dam of reason.

On what grounds?

Why should they risk their lives to protect themselves from desperados?

We cannot watch them die in front of us! We cannot do nothing!

Lin Jiaoyue gritted her teeth, her eyes devoid of their usual calculation and composure, replaced only by a desperate, reckless determination. She gripped the small scalpel she used to sharpen pencils, her mind focused on only one thought—to make him stop!

The girl suddenly burst out of the shadows, gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, and poured all her strength and anger into the tip of the blade, stabbing it viciously into the unsuspecting back of the dark figure!

"Pfft."

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

"ah--!!"

The shadowy figure let out a bloodcurdling scream. The excruciating pain instantly drained his strength, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Get down on your knees!"

Although Gao Jianguo was confused, his body instinctively seized the opportunity, and his knee slammed into the other man's spine, pinning him firmly to the floor.

Almost simultaneously, a cracking sound of a dislocated neck rang out from the other side. Chen Mo knocked his opponent unconscious with a karate chop, then stood up to be on guard, clutching the captured pistol.

ended.

Lin Jiaoyue, panting heavily, loosened her grip on the knife and slid down the wall. Looking at the mess on the floor and her still-breathing companion, she realized that her hands were covered in cold sweat and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

From the sound of the gunshot to the end, it only took three minutes.

The wind and snow continued to howl outside, but inside, only heavy breathing could be heard.

"Lin... Engineer Lin..."

Gao Jianguo, pinning the dark figure beneath him, had his military overcoat soaked with dark red blood. He struggled to lift his head, grinning at Lin Jiaoyue, his teeth stained with blood: "Heh... I didn't expect that... your stab... was fucking accurate..."

Lin Jiaoyue leaned against the cold wall, looking at Gao Jianguo, who was covered in blood and still grinning foolishly, at Song Siming, who was lying in the coal pile and still trying to get up, and at Chen Mo, who was guarding the door like a god of death.

At this moment, all the backstabbing and intrigue of the big companies in my past life, all the workplace power struggles, shattered into dust.

In the distance came the chaotic footsteps of the security guards and the beams of flashlights.

Lin Jiaoyue lowered her head, looking at her blood-stained hands, her eyes gradually shifting from extreme coldness to an unprecedented determination.

On that cold night in 1951, she finally understood that doing scientific research here meant risking her life.

That being the case.

It's like solving a problem: cut all the obstacles in your path into pieces, and you're done!