Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

No one can remain calm in the face of death, especially when you know you will die and have to wait for it to come. This kind of waiting is agonizing, and few people can endure it.

A look of relief flickered in Nara Kotsubaki's eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you feel absolutely right about the decisions you made before?"

"Actually, I was quite surprised that this happened; perhaps it was destined."

"You were also destined not to die here."

Lin Beichen said this to Nara Kotsubaki with a smile.

These words relieved Nara Kotsubaki; he hadn't expected Lin Beichen to be so approachable.

This was different from what he imagined.

It seems that working under Lin Beichen in the future won't be too difficult.

Nara Kotsubaki also showed unusually high expectations for the future.

Perhaps life wouldn't be so bad from now on. Lin Beichen wasn't an unreasonable person. He wasn't a lecher either. The fact that he ignored such a beautiful girl like herself made Nara Kotsubaki feel fortunate, but also somewhat insecure. Was she really that unattractive? Was he unwilling to even glance at her?
He had some knowledge of the Chinese language, and although he spoke it somewhat awkwardly, he could still express himself clearly.

"Thank you for your kindness to me. I will serve you wholeheartedly, my master."

He was still a little hesitant when he said the word "master".

Nara Kotsubaki was still a little uncomfortable calling others "master," and the way he addressed them made him feel ashamed, especially with Sha Po Lang present, which made him even more embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Don't you like calling me that?"

"No, no..."

"If you don't like it, that's fine with you. You can call me by my name like Sha Po Lang, or you can just call me Boss."

Nara Kotsubaki was about to deny that she disliked the nickname, but before she could finish speaking, she heard Lin Beichen's remarks.

"Oh, so that's what you like to call me. Never mind then, do as you please."

Lin Beichen pursed his lips; he couldn't understand why Nara Kotsubaki had such a peculiar hobby.

"No...no, no."

Nara Kotsubaki waved her hands repeatedly and said, "I will still call you Boss, just like Mr. Sha Po Lang."

He seemed somewhat agitated.

Sha Po Lang, standing to the side, rolled his eyes at Nara Kotsubaki.

He didn't find the woman in front of him, who had a good figure and was quite pretty, appealing to him.

It looks good, but its intelligence is a bit lacking.

Dating a woman like this could negatively impact the intelligence of the next generation.

"Sha Po Lang, and Nara Kotsubaki, you two take the icebreaker and break through that layer of ice."

Lin Beichen gave the instructions.

He didn't stop Nara Kotsubaki from working just because she was a woman.

Lin Beichen treated Nara Kotsubaki and Sha Po Lang equally; he wouldn't deliberately assign all the dirty and tiring work to Sha Po Lang just because she was a woman. In truth, Lin Beichen actually valued Sha Po Lang more.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

He was quite satisfied with his long-term cooperation with Sha Po Lang.

Compared to how smoothly she used the "Kill the Wolf" skill, Nara Kotsubaki seemed clumsy and awkward.

……

Bang, bang, bang! The sound of knocking came from outside, startling Yu Feng and Wang Baozi.

Wang Baozi instinctively turned around and pointed his gun in the direction of the sound.

But he soon realized the sound was coming from outside the cave, and then he understood.

"Master Lin Beichen and the others are coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hole appeared in the ice beneath his feet.

A head wearing a green helmet emerged from the hole, and the two instantly locked eyes, staring at each other with confusion and astonishment in the eyes of the Japanese man.

He never expected that there would be someone guarding the outside.

This is a bit too outrageous. Does it mean they've revealed an inside job?
Were there some spineless traitors among those who were just arrested, who surrendered voluntarily? Only this explanation can account for why there were people blocking their way outside the exit.

"Hehehehe, are you going to come out yourself, or should I drag you out?" Wang Baozi let out a wicked laugh, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed at the Japanese man with slightly graying temples. If he pulled the trigger, the Japanese man would die on the spot. The threat of death was undisguised, turning the Japanese man's face deathly pale.

Just a moment ago, he was wondering if there was a mole who had exposed their whereabouts, and he was even condemning such actions as wrong, spineless, and unworthy of being their companions.

But a moment later he voluntarily submitted.

Without a word, he crouched down in a corner, his hands covering his head, and placed the documents and files he had been carrying aside. He had no other weapons besides a pickaxe.

Indeed, this was the case; these researchers carried only a few simple pistols and no other weapons. After all, their expertise wasn't in shooting, but in researching biological subjects.

"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life! I'll do whatever you say!"

"I'll do anything you ask, as long as you don't kill me." The man, who had just crawled out from under the ice, had no backbone whatsoever, pleading in Japanese. He didn't speak Chinese.

The language barrier prevented the two parties from communicating.

"Damn it, shut up! What are you babbling about? If you say another word, I'll shoot you right here." As Wang Baozi spoke, he pointed his gun at the ground beside him and pulled the trigger. He didn't care what this Japanese man was saying; he could tell from the man's expression that he was begging for mercy.

What does begging for mercy have to do with him?
Having finally gotten his hands on the real weapon, Wang Baozi felt he would be letting down his bizarre experience if he didn't fire a few shots.

A gunshot rang out, startling Shinzo, the Japanese researcher. Shinzo never imagined that the Chinese people before him could be so brutal and unreasonable.

Even if we can't understand each other's languages, and I've already been so humble, it's unreasonable for them to still try to scare me with a gun.

I used to think that China was a land of etiquette, but now it seems that's not all that great.

Shen Zang was thinking this way, but fortunately Wang Baozi didn't know he had such thoughts.

If Wang Baozi knew that this Japanese man was secretly cursing him as a boor, hehe, Wang Baozi would really shoot him dead. This is not a joke; he has the right to do so.

Before even meeting these Japanese people, he had discussed this issue with Yu Feng. Ultimately, Yu Feng's answer was simply that it didn't matter; killing these Japanese people was no big deal.

This won't cause any trouble; the dense footsteps outside earlier indicated that a group of Japanese citizens had already been taken away. Those who remained were simply those who slipped through the net.

It doesn't matter if a few escapees die, and even if they don't escape, what's wrong with killing a few Japanese?

They treated others as they treated them. These Japanese people acted recklessly on Chinese soil, showing no regard for etiquette the moment they set foot on Chinese land.

China has indeed been a land of etiquette since ancient times, but that depends on who you are referring to.

China has never shown mercy to its enemies. Those who offend China will be punished. "And what about the rest of you? Do I have to force you out, or will you come out on your own? If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourselves and don't try to play any tricks on me."

Yu Feng shouted arrogantly at the cave entrance.

As he was speaking, he pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it into the ice cave.

As soon as the grenade landed, screams erupted from below, along with a cacophony of curses and cries for mercy. Painful howls and piercing screams intertwined within the cave, creating a vibrant tapestry of emotions.

Seeing this, Shen Zang, who was standing to the side, was almost paralyzed with fear.

He had thought the Chinese man who had been firing indiscriminately was crazy enough, but he hadn't expected another Chinese man to be even crazier, throwing grenades at people at the drop of a hat.

This shows a complete disregard for human life.

At this moment, Shen Zang experienced what despair meant; he felt like he was being driven mad.

He felt helpless and angry, wanting to resist but not daring to.

This feeling of unease made him want to stomp his feet to vent his frustration, but faced with these two fierce-looking Chinese men, he could only cower in a corner, trembling with fear.

"Devils, they are all devils!"

"My God, this grenade is going to kill us."

"It's over, Barbie Q is dead. I don't want to die so soon. I'm not satisfied until this research is finished."

"I have a wife and children at home. I don't want to die. I want to go home!"

"Woooooooo..."

A variety of languages ​​came together, and occasionally you could even hear a few "baka"s.

This was a subconscious shout that came out when someone was being suppressed to the extreme.

Their voices trembled, and some even wet their pants in fear—quite a few of them. A fishy, ​​foul odor wafted through the air, followed by a stench.

Time passed slowly; one second passed, then two seconds passed.

The grenade on the ground still hadn't exploded; it seemed to have misfired, or perhaps it was just a prop.

"Hahahaha, these Japanese are really afraid of death. I thought they were so good at enduring death. Damn it, they even managed to vomit. How old are they? Can't they have a little more self-restraint?"

Wang Baozi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yu Feng frowned deeply. He had indeed intended to use a fake grenade to intimidate these people, but he was not so cruel as to kill everyone with a single grenade.

But at this moment, he really did have that thought.

He couldn't stand it anymore; he even vomited.

It was so filthy and smelly that he, being a germaphobe, really didn't want to deal with it.

Let's just destroy these people! Or we can just blow them up.

Such a thought flashed through Yu Feng's mind, and then he shook his head.

Ultimately, Yu Feng rejected this idea.

In any case, doing this is a bit too extreme.

Not to mention that his older brother Lin Beichen was still outside, and he didn't want Lin Beichen to think he was a cruel and cold-blooded person. So in the end, he suppressed his impulse and said to Wang Baozi beside him.

"It might be a little difficult, but I believe in you."

“Good brother, I know you’ve always wanted to prove yourself and repay Brother Lin Beichen for his kindness. Now your chance has come. Go for it, good brother! These people are yours to handle.”

Good brothers are meant to be betrayed; in a time like this, a good brother should lend a helping hand. Yu Feng believed Wang Baozi wouldn't refuse, especially since he had already brought Lin Beichen into the picture.

This approach involves a degree of moral blackmail, which is somewhat inappropriate.

Would Yu Feng care about these things? He doesn't care at all.

He was clearly playing a calculated game with Wang Baozi, wanting to show him the true nature of human cruelty. Faced with this situation, Wang Baozi had no choice but to accept it. He was going all in.

So what if he pooped a little? So what if he smelled a little? What's the big deal?
"I'll take this job out of respect for Brother Lin Beichen."

Wang Baozi gave Yu Feng a forced smile, and said righteously, "Thank you so much! You trust me so much. You let me handle so many prisoners and hostages all by myself."

"Listen to me and thank you..."

Wang Baozi was so angry he was practically bursting with rage.

Even in such cold, snowy conditions, he felt a surge of warmth coursing through his body.

Bang bang bang.

Click click click click——

A series of clanging and banging sounds came from outside the cave; someone was breaking into the wall. Hearing the commotion, Wang Baozi felt a surge of energy.

Yu Feng's actions were not very ethical, but ultimately it wasn't a big deal.

He owed Lin Beichen countless favors, and if he didn't find a chance to repay them, he didn't know when it would be over. He wasn't someone who liked owing favors; he would repay kindness on the spot.

The key point is that it seems he can't help Lin Beichen much.

"When Brother Lin Beichen arrives, he'll be pleased to see how hard I'm working."

With this in mind, Wang Baozi took action.

……

The people of the cherry blossom country below all had grim and somber expressions.

We've been tricked, blatantly mocked.

They felt they had completely lost face.

A fake grenade terrified them so much that several of them lost control of their bladder and bowels. This group of survivors was clearly less well-behaved than the previous group. Perhaps that's why they chose to stay; it would indeed be easier to extract information from them. But now there's no need to keep them around.

"A humiliating disgrace! We have been so fooled by the Chinese people. It is outrageous!"

Taro Samoto was so angry he almost wanted to commit suicide.

He was one of the few people who were so scared that they wet their pants.

Moreover, he was different from others; he was the type who soiled himself. He couldn't believe he was such a wretched and cowardly person; even death wouldn't be this miserable.

Taro Samoto felt he had completely lost face.

Even if I survive and go back alive, I will never be able to hold my head up high again.

He himself felt ashamed of the act of defecating and urinating simultaneously; he truly had no face to meet the elders of Jiangdong. Even after death, he felt he had no face to face the immortals; it was too humiliating. (End of Chapter)