The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Commander He was also helpless when he received this telegram.

Regardless of how much merit this brat has made.

I checked the map and realized that Yang Dalin had gone in the wrong direction.

They already knew about the arms factory he was talking about.

This is in the south, near the other side's capital.

It's not in the north.

Is this kid really lost? Why is he heading further and further south?

Isn't there the North Star at night? Can't you tell which way to go?

The telegraph machine is out of power again, and we can't get through.

Commander He could only worry helplessly. He told the communications company to contact Yang Dalin the next day and tell him that he had gone the wrong way and to come back as soon as possible.

And what about Yang Dalin?

After finishing at the arsenal that night, I drove off at breakneck speed.

They arrived near Old Delhi, the enemy's capital city, in the early hours of the next day.

Old Delhi does look rather dirty and chaotic, no wonder they moved away.

In this environment, it's a miracle that the cattle can even survive.

Before dawn, Yang Dalin went to a shop and got a few maps.

After resting for a while, I covered my head with a headscarf and hat during the day.

They covered themselves up completely.

Begin reconnaissance of key targets.

The primary target is the headquarters of the National Bank and the gold reserve center.

Various large temples.

This place is very wealthy.

There are also the homes of various high-ranking officials, as well as the aristocratic residential areas in New Delhi.

Secondly, one should consider the other party's various national institutions.

Various violent institutions, local authorities, etc.

Yang Dalin doesn't know where the other country's head of state is hiding, so there's no need to deal with him.

Killing him would be a huge deal, but killing a bunch of military leaders wouldn't be a big deal.

Especially for the hawks, it would be better to kill more of the tough military leaders of the Dragon Kingdom.

Once their country's capital descends into chaos, I believe he himself will lose his position as head of state.

The people below will then drive him away.

Yang Dalin rode his small motorcycle around all day.

It's not that I don't want to drive a military jeep, it's just that the traffic here is absolutely terrible.

Cows in the city can roam freely on the streets.

You can't honk your horn to chase them away; driving a jeep is slower than driving a motorcycle.

Moreover, Yang Dalin felt that if he stayed in this place for a few more days, he would get poisoned by the air.

If it weren't for the scarf covering his mouth and nose...

Yang Dalin felt like he was going to throw up.

Yang Dalin couldn't help but admire India. It's such a great place in the South Asian subcontinent, with such high grain yields and great biodiversity, how come the people there are like this?

This land should be handed over to the people of the Dragon Kingdom, so that they can quickly build a prosperous and powerful empire.

It's a pity that the snowy plateau is there to block it; otherwise, this place would have been occupied by the Central Plains dynasties long ago.

What a waste of such a good place.

Yang Dalin waited until the afternoon to review some key areas that needed to be investigated.

So I went to rest in the space.

The air outside was really bad, and Yang Dalin couldn't hold on any longer.

Around 8 p.m., Yang Dalin launched his attack.

The headquarters of the other country's bank was not far from where he was resting.

The underground area must be the other party's national treasury.

Yang Dalin didn't know how much gold was in the vault, but it must have been at least a hundred tons.

Yang Dalin did not act secretly.

They just charged straight in, and there weren't many guards around at night.

Yang Dalin had no intention of keeping a low profile.

After shooting and killing all the enemy guards.

Yang Dalin directly used explosives to blow open the opponent's underground vault, since there were plenty of space explosives and bombs.

We can't possibly use it all, so we have to make the most of it.

Even though the sirens were already blaring outside, Yang Dalin didn't care.

With Yang Dalin unleashing a barrage of near-unlimited bombs, unafraid of police support, the national treasury was quickly blown open.

After blasting open the gate, Yang Dalin swept everything inside.

Yang Daling didn't have time to examine the banknotes, gold, gems, and gold jewelry stored by depositors; he simply took everything, including the shelves and safes.

Before leaving, Yang Dalin left a gift for the person.

Yang Dalin ran out before the enemy's military and police arrived.

The next target is one of the opponent's temples.

Yang Dalin was too lazy to go to other banks to rob banknotes at this point.

It's more practical to steal the gold from the temple.

Yang Dalin didn't go to other banks because he was afraid that the other banks had already sent police and troops.

Yang Dalin planned to use a feint attack.

Yang Dalin's little motorcycle quickly disappeared from sight.

Not long after, a loud explosion was heard.

It's estimated that most people in the Indian capital heard it.

The Indian leader is currently resting in a secret underground room because of the war.

He was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door, and he didn't even bother to put on his scarf.

She opened the door, angrily asking, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Our national bank's vault has been attacked!"

"Oh, that place is underground, and it's locked with a steel door weighing several tons, what's there to be afraid of?"

Have our great capital's police officers caught the thief yet?

"No, Head of State."

When our invincible and valiant police arrived, the national treasury had already been opened.

After our police rushed in, it exploded inside.

We haven't even figured out how many people are dead or injured, or how much stuff has been stolen from inside.

"Baka, no, bastard, bastard."

"Immediately summon the commander of the capital's garrison, Sha'erjahan, and the chief of the capital's police, Wangjia'erhan, and make those two bastards run to see me."

Yang Dalin watched as truckloads of Indian soldiers and police headed off to various locations.

He wandered along the path, and no one paid him any attention.

Soon we arrived at a large temple.

Yang Dalin observed the area first and found no one lying in ambush.

Many people lived in the temple, and candles were lit in some of the main halls.

Yang Dalin will not kill anyone as long as no one sees him using his spatial abilities.

He directly stored the golden statue into his spatial storage.

I bet when the priests in the temple woke up the next day, the sky would have fallen.

I can't understand it. Did a divine intervention occur? A gilded statue weighing over ten tons disappeared without a sound.

Yang Dalin first ransacked the ground floor of the temple, taking nothing that looked like gold, including statues and vessels.

Yang Dalin estimated that many of them were just gold on the outside, but the inside was probably brass or some other metal, and he didn't have time to care.

Just collect everything along the way.

Later, Yang Dalin found the basement of the temple.

He actually found a treasure trove.

Inside, there appeared to be several tons of gold coins, statues, necklaces, jewelry, and the like.

Before he could count them all, after cleaning everything up, Yang Dalin left a gift in the main hall of the temple and ran off again.

Not long after they ran out, the temple hall exploded.

Soon, many soldiers and police rushed over here.

Yang Dalin then went to one of the other party's aristocratic villa districts.

Although there are many military and police guards around this place, they have been reinforced even more tonight.

However, Yang Dalin still managed to easily search and raid many of their homes.

Yang Dalin also engaged in a gunfight with the soldiers and police who rushed in.

There was no intention whatsoever to hide his whereabouts.