Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

After leaving the teahouse, I assumed a different identity and, through the single-line channel left by Lao Zhao, sent the same order to intelligence agents throughout Shanghai.

The order was simple: from this moment forward, everyone must enter a state of absolute hibernation. Any abnormalities must not be investigated or addressed.

By the time all this was done, it was already dark, and the city lights came on. The neon lights of the concession and the somber lights of the Japanese-occupied area on the north bank drew an invisible rift between them.

"Soaring over the clouds."

My body shot up from the ground like an arrow, the alleyway below rapidly shrinking. Using the rooftops of several tall buildings for leverage, each rise and fall covered dozens of meters, the night wind whistling in my ears, until finally landing on the rooftop of the tallest building, the Sassoon House.

The night wind howled, stirring my murderous intent.

There were no grand pronouncements, no heroic words. They simply gazed silently at that den of iniquity, at this land occupied by the enemy, at the scars beneath the city's outward prosperity.

Then he tilted his head slightly and turned his gaze to the northwest, where Zhabei was located, where several important logistics warehouses and ammunition storage points of the R army were situated.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

The next instant, I stepped off the edge of the Sassoon House rooftop, my body beginning to fall under the force of gravity, a fierce wind rushing towards me. Less than ten meters from the ground, I activated the Ladder Cloud Leap at full power, landing on the building's structure, and the momentum of my fall suddenly transformed into an astonishing gliding force forward.

The figure, moving at an illogical speed and trajectory, pierced the deep night and sped off towards Zhabei.

Everything on the ground rushed past and shrank beneath my feet. I squinted, locking onto the target area: a factory area surrounded by high walls and electric fences, with searchlight beams sweeping across it.

No hiding, no beating around the bush, I want the most direct, violent, and igniting opening salvo that will set this dull summer night ablaze. I'm a genius.

I transformed into a dump truck and smashed into the factory's main gate, shattering it into pieces.

"Who goes there?!"

"Enemy attack!"

The R Army sentry behind the sandbag bunker at the entrance only had time to let out half a scream of terror before the shadow was already upon him. I didn't even use my gun; my right leg swept across like a steel whip.

Bang! Crack!

The wooden guard post was kicked to pieces, and a Japanese soldier inside, along with his machine gun, was thrown out by the debris and force, crashing into the brick wall behind him. The sound of bones shattering was crystal clear.

Landing, knees bent, effort dissipated, dust rose slightly, and the person stood steadily on the open ground inside the factory gate.

Upon landing, the flower mechanism was extracted from the system space.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four crisp, short bursts of fire rang out. On the left, three R soldiers almost simultaneously had tiny blossoms of blood erupt from the center of their foreheads. Their faces froze in shock as they fell backward.

The soldier on the right, who had just raised his rifle to his shoulder, also had a precise bullet hole appear between his eyebrows. A spray of red and white spurted from the back of his head, and he collapsed without uttering a sound.

The gunshots alerted the entire factory area!

Sharp whistles, shouts in Japanese, and chaotic footsteps came from all directions. The barracks door was kicked open, and the patrol team next to the warehouse turned around.

A precision-guided grenade severed the communication line. With the help of the Sky Piercer and the Earth's Intimate One, I am no longer moving, but flashing.

Every time my feet touch the ground, the earth gives me a push, making it easier for me to change direction and rush forward!

fast!

Pure speed!

So fast that in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, I seemed to have transformed into four or five ghostly afterimages appearing simultaneously in different locations.

The flower mechanism in his hand is Death's roll call.

Bang! A Japanese soldier who rushed out of the barracks had a hole in his forehead.

Bang! Bang! The heads of two soldiers setting up machine guns at the corner of the warehouse snapped back almost simultaneously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The helmet of the beast on the three-headed roof, which was trying to aim, was precisely blown off, along with its head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The magazine is empty?

With a wave of his hand, the new magazine drew an arc in the air and clicked into place, replacing the old magazine. The entire reloading process was completed at ultra-high speed, as smooth as breathing.

Highly efficient, precise, and ruthless, the only sounds are the continuous, precise bursts of fire and the muffled thuds of bodies falling to the ground.

Eight minutes.

In just eight minutes, not a single Japanese soldier could stand in the open space of the factory, behind the bunkers, at the entrance of the barracks, in the corner of the warehouse, or even in the toilet.

The area has been cleared.

As we approached the first warehouse, we found rifles, bullets, grenades, grenade launchers, and even two Type 92 infantry guns and a dozen boxes of shells.

With a thought, the mountain of weapons piled up in front of him vanished instantly, leaving the warehouse completely empty.

The second warehouse contains light machine guns, spare barrels, and tools!

The third warehouse contains grenades, explosives, detonators, and fuses!

In the fourth warehouse, useful logistical supplies such as military uniforms, helmets, leather goods, and medical kits were selected and collected!

I even took all the unopened cans of food from the R army barracks, sweeping them all into my system space. Anyway, the space is almost unlimited, and you can never have too many supplies.

In three minutes, I looted everything of value from this armory, except for the buildings that couldn't be moved and the corpses scattered all over the ground.

well.

I took one last look at this desolate slaughterhouse, then turned and disappeared into the night.

We have enough ammunition and are ready to warm up.

The next goal is now clearer.

The bridge building.

The armory was far behind me as I sped across the low rooftops, pushing myself to the limit. Before I even reached the North Road, I saw many R Army vehicles heading towards the armory.

They thought they were quick enough, but they didn't expect me to be so ruthless.

The area around the bridge building was quieter and more cautious than usual.

Reaching a corner, he crouched down, spread his right fingers, and activated the Earth's Intimate Element at full power. His focus deepened, causing the ground to collapse, forming a circular passage. Roughly parallel to the third level of the Demon Cave dungeon, he began to clear a horizontal tunnel, quickly creating a passage large enough for one person to pass through.

It would take dozens of people several days to get through, but I solved it in a minute by myself.

When I appeared on the third underground level through the tunnel, many people looked up in surprise.

"Don't make a sound," I whispered. There was no time to discern the situation; two throwing knives took care of the guard. I walked to the nearest iron fence, pulled forty hammers from my waist—actually, from my system space.

Forty, forty, four hundred, done.

"The door is open. Run out of the hole yourselves. How far you can run is up to you."

It's not that I don't want to get them away safely, it's just that the actions I'm about to take are too frightening.

Those who could move helped those who couldn't, and then, with a keen eye, I made sure there were no living people left in the area. Turning to head uphill, the guards were dealt with before they even saw me.

Same plot, same technique, same layer.

After all the prisoners were rescued, I filled in the tunnel and placed more than twenty shells and a dozen bundles of explosives in the building's load-bearing structure.

The building-sized human popcorn machine has been installed.

I transformed into a soldier and stepped out of the building, leaping onto the rooftop diagonally opposite. This is great; the view is expansive, the area is quite large, and it faces the military police headquarters directly.

At that moment, the building's alarm went off, indicating that the underground prison break had been discovered. I took out six boxes of grenades from my system space and picked one up.

Pull the ring, aim.

To throw forcefully.

Flying sand and stones... oops, I mean, skill grenades.

The grenade flew precisely through the window and into the room on the left side of the third floor of the building. Two seconds later, BOOM!

Type A, Type B, and Type AB all flowed to the ground.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... and so on... until the thirty-sixth. The allure of the King of Throwers—it all boils down to those three words, you get it?

Finally, when I threw the sixty-eighth grenade, aiming at the ground, the twenty-odd shells and tons of explosives were detonated, and the entire five-story reinforced concrete building let out its final groan.

The building collapsed with a roar, raising dust dozens of meters high. The military police headquarters, known as the "devil's den," had collapsed!