Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): Don't touch my parents!

The footsteps were very light, but there were definitely more than ten people, not just one or two!

He Yuzhu inwardly groaned:

"What incredibly bad luck! Why did I have to run into something like this!"

He immediately pulled out a Browning 1911 pistol from his personal storage space.

He gently opened the magazine with his fingertips to check it, and then slowly chambered a round with steady and skillful movements.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp cracking sound suddenly exploded in the night sky.

A porcelain bowl crashed to the ground, the sound of it shattering breaking the silence of the night.

"You traitor! I, on behalf of the organization, will eliminate you, you traitor!"

A sharp and resolute shout suddenly tore through the dark night sky.

Immediately following this was a series of rapid and ear-piercing gunshots.

Almost at the same instant.

The gates of the two adjacent courtyards creaked open as they were slowly pushed open.

A group of dark figures suddenly rushed out of the courtyard.

They all rushed frantically toward the entrance to the courtyard where the woman was hiding.

He Yuzhu quickly raised his arm, aiming the gun steadily at the other person's head.

The bullets in the magazine were poured out without reservation.

He himself was unsure whether his marksmanship was accurate at that moment.

Fortunately, the system didn't fail at the crucial moment this time.

Seven bullets in total, instantly taking down seven people.

Those people didn't even have time to let out a scream.

In the pitch-black night.

The woman was completely stunned by the sudden gunshot behind her.

When He Yuzhu had emptied all the bullets in his magazine.

She suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly drew her pistol.

"There's an ambush!"

Those who were not hit reacted extremely quickly.

They immediately opened fire on He Yuzhu's hiding place.

He Yuzhu was prepared.

After emptying his magazine, he immediately scrambled to hide behind a corner.

He then took out a spare magazine that he had prepared in advance from his storage space.

The fingers flew across the keyboard, completing the switching motion.

The woman also raised her gun and fired.

Unfortunately, her marksmanship was simply terrible.

Three bullets were fired in succession, but only one person was hit.

Moreover, the other party had not died on the spot.

He Yuzhu changed the magazine and fired a precise shot to finish off the attacker.

He quickly emptied the second magazine as well.

At this moment, there was not a single person still standing on the alleyway.

Only the woman's heavy, rapid breathing echoed in the air.

Just then.

The gate to the courtyard where the woman had knocked earlier slowly opened.

A figure staggered out of the courtyard.

The woman's voice trembled noticeably:

"Old Zhao, are you injured?"

"They're not dead yet... Did you take care of all these... these people?"

"It's not just me; other friends are helping me too."

"Who is this friend? Could we meet him?"

The man's voice trembled as he spoke, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

What about He Yuzhu?

After firing all his shots, he immediately rolled back to the base of the wall.

It's too dangerous to be on an empty street.

No one knows if there are any fish that have slipped through the net in the dark.

He was squatting at the base of the wall, loading bullets into a magazine by the faint moonlight.

Of course, all of these actions were performed within the personal space.

If it makes a clicking or rattling sound outside.

In the dead of night, the noise was more noticeable than firecrackers.

Just then.

A clear system notification suddenly popped up in front of him:

[The clue has been confirmed: Feng Qianxi is dead.]

The host is rewarded with ten bottles of penicillin and one hundred rounds of Browning pistol ammunition.

[Mission: Escort underground workers back to their hiding place!]

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes as he looked at the reward that popped up in front of him.

I almost lost my life, and after taking down so many enemies, all I got was this little bit of stuff.

Is this system miscalculating the accounts?

When he saw the tasks that popped up next, he was so angry that he almost cursed.

This is clearly a deliberate attempt to prevent him from living a peaceful life!

He Yuzhu pinched his nose and replied from afar:

"There's no need for us to meet. You should all leave here immediately!"

The Japanese soldiers will arrive soon after hearing the gunfire!

"Thank you, my friend!"

As long as I, Zhao Huawen, live, I will surely repay this kindness in the future!

"No need!"

He Yuzhu's voice drifted softly from the darkness in the distance.

The other party remained silent for a moment.

The man turned to the woman and said in a low voice, "Xiao Wang, go inside and get the medicine and the radio. I'll keep watch outside."

"Old Zhao, you—"

"Go now! That's an order!"

The man lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

The woman turned and quickly rushed into the courtyard.

He Yuzhu hadn't run far.

He then took out a rickshaw from his spatial storage—Zhao Huawen was seriously injured and certainly couldn't walk.

Since the system's task is to escort, the service must be provided effectively.

He pushed the rickshaw backwards and hurried back.

The man heard the sound of wheels rolling.

He immediately raised his gun to fire.

Fearing he would actually fire, He Yuzhu ran while shouting:

"Don't shoot! This car is a gift for you!"

The other party was stunned on the spot—

When I arrived, I didn't see any rickshaws nearby.

This is truly a lifesaver, a godsend.

The man had even prepared for the worst.

He told the woman to leave with the important items while he stayed behind to cover their retreat.

"Thank you, friend!" Zhao Huawen quickly said.

He could tell that the other person's voice sounded rather immature.

I thought he was deliberately changing his voice to confuse the enemy.

He Yuzhu parked the rickshaw about seven or eight meters away from them.

He then turned around and went into the courtyard he had just run out of.

The figure quickly disappeared into the thick darkness of the courtyard and could no longer be seen.

Along both sides of the road, many children gazed longingly at the sugar figurine stalls.

His eyes were filled with longing and envy.

They chattered and tugged at their parents' clothes.

They were clamoring to buy a beautiful sugar figurine.

He Yuzhu strolled slowly down the street, seemingly unconcerned.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a stall selling donkey rolls.

The glutinous rice balls were as white as snow, delicate and soft.

It is filled with a smooth and sweet red bean paste filling.

It is then evenly rolled in a layer of golden, fragrant soybean flour.

Just looking at it makes one's appetite soar.

Without hesitation, he took out two silver coins.

He bought four donkey rolls in one go.

He picked one up and put it in his mouth to taste it.

It has a soft, sweet, and fragrant texture, and the taste is indeed very good.

He carefully wrapped the remaining three in clean paper.

He carefully stuffed it into his pocket—in reality, he had already stored the item in his personal storage space.

If it had actually been put in a pocket, it would probably have been crushed and damaged long ago.

Following that, candied hawthorn berries, mung bean cakes, rice cakes...

A dazzling array of traditional snacks were displayed throughout the street.

He liked almost everything he saw and bought a little of everything.