In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

Time quietly slipped into the end of September 1948, and autumn was gradually deepening in Beiping.

The vast, azure sky, like a piece of glass carefully polished by the autumn wind, exudes a cool and detached radiance. A few wisps of thin clouds hang on the horizon, seemingly there yet not there.

In the streets and alleys, sycamore leaves fall one by one, spreading a withered yellow carpet on the ground. Stepping on them makes a crisp, rustling sound, adding to the desolation.

Prices soared like a runaway horse, and the credibility of the gold yuan had plummeted. The discussions on the streets and alleys always carried a hint of barely perceptible fear and anxiety.

The shadows of military police and secret agents are appearing more frequently in every corner of the city than ever before, and their presence always instills greater fear in ordinary people.

Even without any urgent tasks assigned, Yang Guangming maintains his daily routine of visiting Teacher Zhu's house every afternoon, which has become an indispensable part of his life.

He is now long past the stage where he needs Zhu Mingxuan to teach him step by step.

Whether it was the profoundly insightful theoretical works that changed his worldview, or the professional skills required of an underground courier, such as:

How to accurately identify the traces of a stalker from a crowd, and how to cleverly use terrain and crowd flow to counter-track;
Techniques for concealing intelligence during transmission, the setup and usage guidelines for dead mail boxes, and contingency plans and escape routes for unexpected encounters;

He had even mastered the intricacies of the city's alleyways, address layouts, social circles, and slang.

In some aspects, with his vision ahead of his time and the aid of his mysterious and indescribable spatial abilities, he can demonstrate a sharpness and sophistication that even the experienced Zhu Mingxuan secretly marvels at.

But a daily meeting is still necessary.

The meeting between the two was not merely a simple handover of tasks or a transfer of knowledge.

The two often had in-depth discussions about the ever-changing situation, analyzing the true information revealed between the lines of the newspapers, peeling away the rhetoric that glossed over the truth or confused the public, in an attempt to glimpse the real trend.
Or they might exchange views on some profound theoretical issues, and sometimes even have a mild debate because of differing opinions.

This collision and exchange of ideas serves as a whetstone for Yang Guangming to keep his thinking sharp and avoid getting lost in the trivialities of daily tasks.
For Zhu Mingxuan, it was from this young student and comrade who often sparkled with extraordinary wisdom that he gained new perspectives and inspiration.

More importantly, these regular and persistent meetings themselves provided the perfect cover.

Through Zhu Mingxuan, Yang Guangming occasionally receives translation work for foreign language materials.

If they were suspected or monitored by someone with ulterior motives, their meetings would be perfectly normal, happening day after day without any abnormalities.

In case of urgent tasks that need to be delivered, meeting once a day can ensure the timeliness of information transmission without disrupting existing routines due to temporary and frequent contact, thus avoiding arousing suspicion.

Calmness is the best form of camouflage.

Two days passed peacefully and regularly.

That afternoon, the sky was still that cool blue. Yang Guangming, carrying two bags of trendy snacks he bought at Daoxiangcun, knocked on Teacher Zhu's gate right on time.

With a "squeak" sound, the door opened.

Mrs. Zhu's kind face appeared behind the door. When she saw him, a familiar, gentle smile immediately appeared on her face. She stepped aside to let him in, and at the same time, she habitually glanced outside the door to make sure no one was paying attention before gently bolting the door.

She took the pastries from Yang Guangming's hand, muttering, "You've spent so much money again."

Zhu Mingxuan was already waiting in the study.

It was still the same room filled with the aroma of books, with several newspapers from that day spread out on the desk—the World Daily and the Beiping Daily—but he was clearly absent-minded, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table.

When he saw Yang Guangming come in, he looked up and gestured for him to sit down on the old rattan chair opposite him.

"Guangming, you've arrived." Zhu Mingxuan's voice was low, lacking the usual lighthearted small talk about the weather or academic matters. He got straight to the point, carrying a heavy weight: "New instructions have been delivered from above."

Yang Guangming's expression hardened, and his previously relaxed body tensed slightly. He placed his hands flat on his knees, adopting a posture of focused listening, and his gaze calmly fell on Zhu Mingxuan's face.

Zhu Mingxuan continued, "Recently, the demand for anti-inflammatory drugs, especially penicillin, has been extremely high on the front lines of various battlefields, as well as on some of our hidden fronts active in the heart of the enemy's territory. It has reached a point where there is no time to lose."

This Western medicine preparation, known as a 'lifesaving drug,' can effectively control wound infection and reduce complications. It can be said that each dose could potentially save the life of one of our precious comrades.

Therefore, acquiring penicillin by all possible means and through various channels, or gathering reliable information about its source, inventory, and transactions, will be an extremely important and high-priority task for the organization in the near future.

He looked at Yang Guangming, his gaze filled with expectation, but also clearly revealing the difficulties and caution of reality:
"I'm telling you this so that when you're out and about, whether you're on a transportation mission or using 'fishing' or 'book hunting' as cover, you'll be more careful and pay extra attention to this kind of information."

Whether it's rumors circulating on the black market, irregular channels that might leak from hospitals and pharmacies, or even inventory held by certain individuals connected to the pharmaceutical industry, any clue, no matter how faint, could become a valuable lead.

certainly……"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming increasingly serious, "This matter is extremely difficult, and we should both be aware of that."

Penicillin is currently under strict control, with very little entering the market. It is truly more valuable than gold, and there is a high price but no market for it.

Just do your best, but don't push yourself too hard, and definitely don't expose yourself. Safety should always be the top priority.

Although Zhu Mingxuan conveyed the mission, he did not have high hopes that Yang Guangming could make a breakthrough in this matter.

After all, Yang Guangming's main responsibility was transportation and liaison, and obtaining scarce military supplies was not his area of ​​expertise. Moreover, as the person in charge of underground work, he was well aware of the scarcity and difficulty in obtaining penicillin.

He simply wanted to cast a wide net and have more information channels.

Yang Guangming listened very carefully, pondering each word in his heart.

He understood the strictness of organizational discipline, and that the scope of tasks and the principles of action must be clearly defined, especially in the acquisition of such sensitive materials, where boundaries were even more important.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked in a calm tone, "Teacher, I understand the urgency and discipline of the task."

If, and I mean if, we received concrete information that an ordinary individual or legitimate businessman possessed these drugs and was willing to sell them, how would the organization acquire them?

"If it is an ordinary individual or a legitimate businessman, it must be done through purchase and exchange of equivalent value."

Zhu Mingxuan answered without hesitation, his principles extremely clear: "This is an ironclad discipline. We cannot harm the interests of ordinary people, and we cannot leave any handle that could damage our reputation or cause us to lose the support of the people."

Of course, the organization will do everything possible to raise the funds needed for the purchase, and even if it is difficult, it will be given priority.

Yang Guangming nodded, not surprised by the answer.

He pressed on, his tone still steady, but with a deeper, more probing quality:
"What if... the situation is special, and the medicine is not in the hands of ordinary people, but in the warehouses of certain departments or the army of the White Party, or in the hands of some gangs that are affiliated with them, do evil and oppress the people?"
In this situation, are we permitted to use... force to seize it?

He slowed his speech slightly when he mentioned "seizing by force," his eyes fixed on Zhu Mingxuan.

Zhu Mingxuan was not particularly surprised that Yang Guangming asked this question.

This student has always thought deeply and practically about problems, and is good at finding the most effective course of action within the framework of principles.

Without needing to consult his superiors, he directly provided a clear answer based on the organization's principles of fighting the enemy and practical needs:
"To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to one's comrades."

Regarding the resources controlled by the White Party and its henchmen, as well as the evil forces that are affiliated with them, harm the people, and act as their accomplices, if they possess medicines that could have saved the lives of our comrades, it is not only permissible but also necessary and just to seize them by force.

This is itself an important part of the struggle against the enemy, a process of seizing resources from the enemy to arm ourselves.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Mingxuan's expression became even more serious, even sharp. He stared intently into Yang Guangming's eyes, as if trying to pierce through his heart, his tone carrying an unprecedentedly strong warning:
"But, Guangming! You must understand, and you must remember, that such actions are like dancing on the edge of a knife, extremely dangerous!"
Those places, whether they are enemy warehouses or gang strongholds, are all dangerous places, heavily guarded, with a large number of people, and they are definitely armed!
If you are fortunate enough to discover such clues in the future—and this is just an assumption—you must report it to the organization immediately. The organization will then conduct a comprehensive risk assessment, develop a detailed action plan with multiple contingency plans, and mobilize suitable and experienced personnel to carry it out.

We must never act rashly based on personal impulsiveness! Individual heroism is unacceptable here; it involves risking one's own and the organization's safety!

He paused, remembering that Yang Guangming still possessed a Mauser pistol seized from the secret agents, and his worry deepened. He emphasized, almost enunciating each word as he instructed:
"You're young, courageous, and have ideas, which is a good thing. But never think that having a gun or just having guts can solve all problems."

Individual strength is ultimately limited; two fists can't fight four hands! Acting rashly may not only fail to seize the medicine, but may also alert the enemy, expose yourself, and even implicate the entire liaison station, bringing about annihilation!

You must remember what I'm saying! This isn't a suggestion, it's an order, and it reflects my concern for your personal safety as your teacher!

Upon hearing Zhu Mingxuan's affirmative answer regarding "seizing" the supplies from the enemy and their henchmen by force, Yang Guangming felt reassured, and his last trace of concern disappeared.

However, he did not show it on his face at all, and he would not reveal to Zhu Mingxuan at this moment any of his thoughts that had already taken shape in his mind, or even had specific goals.

He simply nodded obediently, a perfectly measured look of understanding on his face, and replied in a slightly perfunctory tone:

"Teacher, please rest assured, I understand the stakes involved. I will report any information to you first and will never act rashly, putting the organization or myself in danger. I will not gamble with my own safety!"

Zhu Mingxuan carefully observed his expression and saw that his eyes were clear and his expression was calm, as if he had really listened to the advice, which put him at ease.

He then gave a few more instructions on other matters that needed attention recently, such as the addition of checkpoints at certain intersections and the appearance of unfamiliar faces around a certain contact point, before ending the conversation.

Leaving Teacher Zhu's house, Yang Guangming walked on the slightly cool streets in the autumn evening.

The roadside vendors were packing up their equipment to go home, and children were chasing and playing in the alley, their clear laughter ringing out. These everyday scenes, however, could not completely dispel the thoughts that had been gathering in Yang Guangming's heart.

His earlier inquiry into the possibility of seizing it by force was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, nor was it merely a theoretical discussion. Rather, it stemmed from the fact that he already had a specific and preliminarily selected target in mind—the Four Seas Society.

Since hearing the name from two ignorant thugs, Yang Guangming, despite a calm assessment afterward confirming that the two were mostly bluffing and had no real connection with the Sihai Society, did not completely lower his guard.

He believes in the principle that "preparation is the key to success, and lack of preparation leads to failure."

In the following days, he cleverly used his daily "fishing" trips and familiarization with the environment of Beiping as pretexts to conduct a discreet yet thorough investigation of the Sihai Society, which was entrenched in the southern part of the city.

He frequented teahouses and taverns, barbershops, and stalls selling soy milk and fried dough rings in the southern part of the city. With his calm yet approachable demeanor, and his occasional purchase of cigarettes or a bowl of fried liver, he easily pieced together more information about the Sihai Society from casual tea drinkers, knowledgeable shopkeepers, and even seasoned veterans basking in the sun.

This is a powerful organization that has been deeply rooted in the southern part of the city for many years. On the surface, it operates several opium dens, casinos, and pawnshops, while secretly it lends money at exorbitant interest rates and collects protection fees. It employs many ruthless thugs and has an ambiguous relationship with some mid-level leaders of the police station. It acts quite arrogantly, and ordinary people avoid it like the plague.

Its headquarters is located in a relatively secluded but sizable three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), with high walls and deep courtyards. It is usually guarded by skilled personnel, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach, making it seem mysterious and strict.

Although, rationally speaking, he didn't think that the two thugs whose legs he had broken had the power to persuade the core figures of the Sihai Society to cause him trouble, there's always a chance of something going wrong.

In the world of gangsters, things don't always go according to reason. If a minor leader happens to be related to those two, or simply feels that his subordinates being punished has damaged the gang's reputation, trouble might arise, even if it's just to maintain a hollow sense of "prestige."

Yang Guangming himself is not afraid of any direct conflict; with his abilities and the space he has, he is more than capable of protecting himself.

But what worried him was the safety of his grandfather's family. The large courtyard where they lived was crowded with people and had weak security. If they were targeted by local thugs like the Sihai Society and were secretly sabotaged, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He could not tolerate putting his family in danger because of his own actions.

Given his personality and extraordinary abilities, nipping potential threats in the bud is undoubtedly the best option.

However, they hadn't made a final decision yet, since launching a proactive attack on a well-organized gang stronghold was quite risky and would cause a lot of commotion.

The news that the organization urgently needed penicillin was like the final piece of the puzzle, perfectly fitting into his thought process.

Two nights ago, while he was conducting a more in-depth reconnaissance of the Four Seas Society's stronghold, he happened to overhear a conversation between two members of the Four Seas Society.

Their words carried a hint of boasting, vaguely mentioning that the organization had recently spent a lot of money to obtain a batch of "Western miracle drugs more valuable than gold" through special channels, namely penicillin, which they were preparing to release on the black market to make a fortune.

The items are said to be stored in the headquarters warehouse, under the personal management and strict guard of the president's confidants.

This news perfectly aligned with the organization's urgent needs and his intention to eliminate potential threats.

"With a sharp blade in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally." This sentence calmly flashed through Yang Guangming's mind.

The refrigerator space he possessed was unparalleled within a three-meter radius, giving him the confidence and ability to carry out unconventional and high-risk actions.

Since the Four Seas Society is not only a potential threat, but also happens to possess the organization's urgently needed life-saving supplies, and has thus walked right into the line of fire, the justification for action is more compelling than ever before.

It can not only obtain urgently needed medicines for the organization to solve the immediate crisis, but also eliminate this potential threat to Grandpa's family. It is a win-win situation, and can even be said to be eliminating a scourge for the people.

This makes it necessary and justifiable to do this.

He asked Teacher Zhu in advance for permission to seize the property by force, in order to seek a theoretical basis for his claim.

He was well aware of the seriousness of organizational discipline and did not want to face possible criticism or investigation for being "disorganized and undisciplined" after the operation was successful.

With Teacher Zhu's clear and principled reply, if the matter were to be exposed in the future, he could at least explain it as "acting according to circumstances, time was of the essence, the other party was about to relocate, there was no time to notify, and we were following the principles of fighting the enemy to solve the organization's urgent problem," thereby minimizing subsequent troubles.

Having made up his mind, Yang Guangming did not become impatient, nor did he choose to act immediately.

Calmness and patience are the most important qualities of a hunter.

The target of this operation was not comparable to dealing with scattered spies or thugs, but a large-scale gang stronghold with armed guards.

The enemy must be numerous, and they are very likely armed with firearms and other firearms.

Although he possessed a personal space and had physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, he was ultimately venturing into the lion's den alone. Any slight oversight or a bit of bad luck could lead to total defeat and utter ruin.

Therefore, thorough and meticulous intelligence gathering, along with careful preparation that takes into account all possibilities, is crucial to the success of an operation and is also a matter of responsibility to oneself and the organization.

Over the next two days, he focused his activities more efficiently on the area where the Sihai Society headquarters was located.

He observed everything around the courtyard house with meticulous care, like a true topographical surveyor.

The layout of the streets, the direction of each alley, and the possible routes leading in all directions; the patterns of pedestrian and vehicle traffic at different times of the day, which times are relatively lively and which times are particularly deserted;
He memorized the distribution and brightness of streetlights at night, which corners were in blind spots, and which places he could use the shadows of buildings to sneak around; he even memorized the time intervals and fixed routes of nearby police patrols.

The real intelligence gathering, which is crucial to the operation, is carried out in the dead of night.

The darkness was his best ally and his most reliable cover.

With superhuman physical abilities and precise control over his muscles, Yang Guangming moved silently, like a raccoon that had truly blended into the deep shadows of an autumn night in Beiping, agile and eerie.

Dressed in dark clothes, he cleverly avoided the occasional yawning watchman and the heavy-stepping patrol team by using the shadows of street corners, the cover of walls, and even the corners where roadside clutter was piled up, approaching the courtyard house, which seemed even more imposing in the night, like a ghost.

His greatest strength was not his agile skills, but his three-meter radius range of mental detection.

This amazing ability allows him to extend his thoughts within a suitable distance without risking climbing walls or ridges. Walls, doors, and windows are practically useless against this intangible perception.

This is a reconnaissance method that employs a "dimensional reduction attack" approach.

He carefully controlled the scanning range of his mind, first sensing the structural layout of the entire courtyard and the distribution of visible and hidden sentries.

As soon as he thought about it, the internal structure of the courtyard was clearly reflected in his mind.

The first courtyard mainly housed the gatekeeper and some lower-ranking members of the gang. It became quite noisy after nightfall, with people gambling, drinking, and playing drinking games, creating a chaotic atmosphere that gradually subsided late into the night. The second courtyard was much quieter, with more spacious rooms. It seemed to be the residence of some minor leaders and core members, and there was also a dedicated meeting room where people occasionally spoke in hushed tones.

The third courtyard is the most secluded, with deep courtyards and significantly tighter security and more frequent patrols, clearly indicating that it is the core area for storing important items.

The total number of guards exceeded twenty, and judging from the weapons they carried on their waists or casually placed at hand, they were all equipped with pistols.

They were divided into two shifts to take turns on duty, but discipline was clearly not strict and lacked military-style management.

The day shift staff mostly gather in the front yard after nightfall, shouting and eating and having fun, without much vigilance; the dozen or so people on night shift are scattered in key locations throughout the yard, but most of them appear lazy and listless, with many dozing off against the wall or chatting quietly in small groups.

The two patrol teams that were originally scheduled to patrol often slack off, hiding in the warm gatehouse or vacant side rooms to doze off, and rarely completing the entire route according to the prescribed route.

He quickly located the storage locations for medicines and valuables.

In a clearly reinforced side room on the east side of the third courtyard, the windows were reinforced with iron bars, and a rather heavy-looking large brass lock hung outside. There was always a person on duty at the door.

Through his mental perception, he could clearly "see" the many boxes and cages piled inside. Among them were two special-looking boxes with English labels. Inside were neatly stacked cardboard boxes labeled "Penicillin," ten sticks per box, one hundred sticks per box, for a total of two hundred sticks.

There were also several boxes of bullets and several boxes full of opium piled up next to it.

The president of the Sihai Society does not seem to live here often, but he has a spacious and luxuriously furnished office in the main building of the second courtyard.

Sunlight's intent penetrated the walls and sturdy cabinet doors, clearly "seeing" the wealth hidden inside:

A pile of gleaming gold bars, totaling eighteen large and forty-six small ones; stacks of US dollars of various denominations, estimated at around five thousand US dollars; several thick bundles of gold yuan notes totaling six thousand yuan; several exquisite jewelry boxes containing jade bracelets, gold rings, pearl necklaces, and other items of good quality; three Swiss watches that looked quite valuable; and two brand-new Mauser pistols and their accompanying hundred or so rounds of ammunition.

Having thoroughly investigated all of this, Yang Guangming already had a clear and complete action plan in mind.

He retreated slowly like a true ghost, returning smoothly to his quiet east courtyard.

He did not disturb his parents and sister, who were already fast asleep.

In his room, the oil lamp was turned down to a tiny bit of light, barely illuminating a corner of the desk.

He spread out a sheet of white paper and used a pencil to sketch a simple yet precise floor plan of the courtyard house, marking the fixed positions of each guard, the theoretical routes of the patrols and the actual places where they would slack off, the approximate time of shift changes, and the precise storage locations of the target items.

He meticulously rehearsed every detail in his mind, envisioning various possible unexpected situations and corresponding solutions—such as being accidentally discovered by someone getting up at night, a guard suddenly waking up, or the patrol returning ahead of schedule—and prepared corresponding strategies or retreat routes.

He ultimately decided to launch the operation around 2 a.m. the following night.

Based on his observations and common sense about physiology, this time is when the human body is most drowsy and alert, and it is also the time when those lazy guards are most likely to fall into a deep sleep.

Before setting off, he made a crucial preparation: he temporarily moved most of the daily necessities stored in the refrigerator—rice, flour, cooking oil, common medicines, some spare clothes, etc.—to a hidden underground space under the kang bed in the room, which he had secretly dug using his spatial abilities.

This underground space was created little by little over a period of time by him, utilizing his spatial abilities.

The process was not complicated: he focused his mind on a certain area on the ground under the bed, and the area three meters underground was within his control.

The soil was collected remotely and temporarily stored in an empty cardboard box prepared beforehand inside the refrigerator. In this way, it gradually expanded downwards and outwards, forming a closed space of about one cubic meter in size.

If it gets filled later, you can dig another one at any time.

Because it is an enclosed space, it can directly access and store items remotely using spatial abilities, without the need for physical opening, making it safe, convenient, and arguably the most advanced safe of this era.

Previously, this cellar was only used to store gold, jewelry, and precious Chinese medicinal herbs, which were automatically refreshed daily – small but valuable items.

Now, it's perfect for temporarily storing the large amount of daily supplies that have been freed up, making enough space for the "spoils of war" that are about to be acquired.

He kept his usual Mauser pistols, fully loaded with bullets, and several magazines within easy reach in the space, just in case they were needed during the operation.

Although the plan is to move silently and avoid firefights, it's always good to be prepared.

everything's ready.

He changed into a specially prepared set of dark gray coarse cloth clothes, the thick fabric unlikely to make any noise from friction, and wore soft-soled cloth shoes to minimize the sound of his footsteps. A dark cotton cloth covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone brightly in the darkness, calm as cold stars.

At two in the morning, all was quiet.

The moonlight was obscured by thin clouds drifting across the sky, shrouding the earth in a hazy glow. Only a few lonely, cold stars twinkled in the deep night sky, casting a faint light.

Like a cheetah poised to pounce in the darkness, Yang Guangming silently scaled the low wall of the east courtyard, landing lightly without making a sound, and quickly disappeared into the thick night.

He chose a pre-planned, secluded route, avoiding main roads and places that might be open at night. His figure moved quickly through the shadows of narrow alleys, his steps as light as a cat's, making almost no sound. Only the occasional very slight rustling of his clothes against the walls was covered by the wind.

In less than twenty minutes, he had quietly arrived at the street where the Four Seas Society's stronghold was located.

From a distance, the three-courtyard siheyuan resembled a giant beast lurking in the darkness, its outline blurred yet menacing.

Only two dim, fading lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed gently in the cool night breeze.

Sunlight was hidden in the shadow of a corner of a courtyard wall across the street, where some miscellaneous items provided perfect cover.

He observed carefully for a moment. The street was deserted, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat, with only the faint bark of a guard dog, whose bark was drawn out by the wind, coming from afar.

At the entrance of the courtyard house, two guards with guns at their waists stood. One of them, wearing his hat askew, leaned against the door frame, his head nodding as he dozed off. The other, holding his gun, squatted by the threshold, listlessly gazing at the moon obscured by clouds, occasionally opening his mouth wide to let out a silent yawn, and squeezing out physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yang Guangming waited patiently, adjusting his breathing to bring himself to peak condition.

About fifteen minutes later, the guard who had been gazing at the sky seemed to succumb to the overwhelming drowsiness. He hugged his gun, buried his head between his knees, and looked like he was about to take a short nap.

The time has come.

A glint flashed in Yang Guangming's eyes, and his figure, like a ghost emerging from the night, moved silently across the empty street, hugging the tall outer wall of the courtyard house.

He did not choose to break through the main gate, where the guards were tired, but the two of them were standing on the street, making them too conspicuous and easy to expose.

He went around to a corner of the wall on the side. This corner was closest to the first courtyard and was in a blind spot for the guards at the gate. Inside the wall was a relatively quiet corner where miscellaneous items were piled up.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cold air, and focused his mind intently. Like invisible tentacles, he silently extended across the cold brick wall, precisely locking onto two guards sitting back to back in the corner of the courtyard, their heads drooping and emitting soft snores.

The two men were responsible for guarding the front yard, but at this moment, they were as if they were asleep.

With a slight thought, two thin ice flakes ignored the physical distance and precisely entered their brainstem area.

The two of them trembled slightly at almost the same time, unable to utter even the slightest groan, before instantly losing all life force. They remained seated, as if they had fallen into a deeper sleep, except that their chests no longer rose and fell.

Having overcome the first obstacle on his infiltration path, Yang Guangming took a few steps back, made a light short run-up, touched the wall with his toes, and then firmly climbed onto the nearly three-meter-high wall with both hands.

He carefully revealed only half of his head and a pair of eyes, quickly scanning the situation in the first courtyard inside the wall.

After confirming that no one was aware of him nearby and that the snoring coming from the distant room was still rhythmic, he suddenly exerted force with both arms, and his body, as if weightless, lightly flipped over the wall, landing in the shadows on the ground in the courtyard. The whole movement was completed in one go, like a bird flying through the dark night.

Inside the first courtyard, the sounds of snoring could be heard from several rooms, as most of the gang members were fast asleep due to the combined effects of alcohol and drowsiness.

He avoided rooms with light shining through or obvious voices emanating from them, and like a true shadow, moved quickly and quietly along the shadows at the base of the wall toward the hanging flower gate leading to the second courtyard.

The hanging flower gate was slightly ajar, leaving a crack.

There were also two guards inside, each with a gun at his waist, but they were leaning against the door frame or sitting on the doorstep, drowsy and with unfocused eyes.

Using the same method, the two guards quietly passed away in their dreams.

Yang Guangming gently parted the crack in the door, slipped into the second courtyard like a fish, and closed the door behind him.

It's quieter here than in the front yard.

After a quick search, it was discovered that the two groups of personnel who were supposed to be patrolling the second courtyard were currently taking a nap in an unused side room.

He pressed himself against the window of the room like a gecko, his thoughts sweeping over it. Inside, four people lay sprawled, fast asleep. Once again, borneol, like an invitation from the Grim Reaper, precisely ended their guard duty in their sleep.

The gate leading to the backyard was tightly closed, with a bolt inserted from the inside.

There were two guards at the entrance, leaning against the door on either side, their eyes barely open, their heads nodding like chickens pecking at rice.

After dealing with the two men, Yang Guangming took out a specially prepared tough blade from his spatial storage, carefully inserted it through the crack in the door, and gently flicked it.

Soon, the latch was pried open.

He slowly pushed open a gap large enough for one person to pass through, slipped into this final core area, and then gently closed the door from the inside, but did not bolt it, in case of an emergency retreat.

The third courtyard was completely silent, as if it were completely isolated from the outside world.

At the entrance to the east wing warehouse, a guard sat on the ground, leaning against the cold doorframe, fast asleep. Without a moment's hesitation, Yang Guangming, with a thought, used the ice shard to eliminate this final obstacle.

By this point, he had silently and skillfully dealt with all the guards at the perimeter and key locations, from the outer wall to the core warehouse. The entire process was seamless and without making any noise that might alert others inside the compound, making it a perfect example of stealth.

He arrived at the warehouse door.

A heavy brass lock hung on the door, but it was useless to him.

He didn't need to go into the warehouse, because the supplies he needed to collect were within the space's collection range.

The warehouse was filled with boxes, sacks, and other miscellaneous items that were difficult to see.

With a clear objective, he used his mind to probe and pinpointed the two boxes of penicillin in the corner.

After confirming that the neatly stacked English packaging boxes inside were correct, with a thought, the two boxes of precious medicines instantly disappeared from their original location and entered a specially cleared area in the refrigerator.

His mind swept over the two heavy boxes of bullets next to him, and after a moment's thought, he took them as well.

The organization might need these weapons for certain missions, but even if they aren't needed for the time being, keeping them in their own hands is better than letting them fall into the hands of these gang members who oppress the people. At least they won't be used for evil.

As for the other boxes, they seemed to contain opium and some expensive-looking silks and satins. Although they were valuable, they were quite large and not the organization's most urgent need. After weighing the options, he decided not to touch them.

The main purpose is to save valuable space for placing more important targets.

He understands the principle of "don't bite off more than you can chew."

He quickly left the warehouse and immediately headed to the main building in the second courtyard—the office of the president of the Sihai Society.

He still didn't need to go into the office; he stood at the base of the north wall.

Against the north wall was an exceptionally sturdy large cabinet with delicate brass clasps.

Through the walls and heavy cabinet doors, his mind, like an X-ray, clearly locked onto all the items stored inside, categorized and arranged.

Eighteen large yellow croakers, forty-six small yellow croakers, more than five thousand US dollars of various denominations, six thick stacks of gold yuan notes totaling six thousand yuan, two unused Mauser pistols, one hundred pistol bullets, several jewelry boxes containing jade bracelets, gemstone rings, pearl necklaces, and other items, as well as three Swiss watches that looked classic and valuable...

All these items, which represented wealth and power in the chaotic world, were swept away by an invisible hand under Yang Guangming's precise control, disappearing one after another from different compartments and hidden shelves of the cabinet and being transferred into the refrigerator space.

After doing all this, he did not leave immediately, but instead focused his mind again and carefully sensed the movements throughout the courtyard.

The entire courtyard remained deathly silent, except for the faint, unusually loud snoring coming from a certain room in the front yard; there were no other unusual sounds.

The ordinary gang members and leaders, who were fast asleep in their respective rooms, were not awakened by the silent killing taking place in the stillness.

Now that the main objectives—medicines and important valuables—have been achieved smoothly without alerting the enemy, Yang Guangming decided not to cause any further trouble.

He didn't disturb the ordinary gang members who were sleeping soundly in the rooms, who were perhaps not all of them heinous criminals, and quietly returned along the same route.

He once again climbed over the corner of the wall to observe the situation inside the courtyard, then nimbly climbed back up the wall, like a nimble cat in the dark. He observed the still empty and quiet street outside, and after confirming that it was safe, he silently slid down to the ground and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

The journey home was equally smooth.

At around 3 a.m., Beiping City was like a giant beast that had fallen into a deep sleep. The streets were eerily empty, with only the occasional, monotonous, and distant sound of a watchman's clapper coming from some deep courtyard.

With his intimate knowledge of the route, keen awareness of his surroundings, and extraordinary agility and speed, he easily evaded two groups of listless police patrols that were far apart. Twenty minutes later, he was safely back outside the courtyard house he rented.

They slipped over the wall silently, landing as lightly as a feather.

Without making a sound, he returned to his room in the east courtyard as quietly as he had left.

After closing the door and bolting it, he leaned against the cold door and let out a long sigh of relief, finally allowing his highly tense nerves to relax a little.

Although the operation went smoothly, even more smoothly than expected, the prolonged period of intense concentration, precise control over every detail, and the constant risk of exposure and being surrounded still took a toll on his mental and physical energy.

He did not rest immediately.

First, he took off his dark gray night clothes and soft-soled cloth shoes, carefully checked them to make sure they were free of any bloodstains, dirt, or other traces that might reveal his actions, then rolled them up and temporarily stored them in a corner of his space, intending to deal with them later when the opportunity arose.

Then, he focused on checking today's harvest.

Apart from the two boxes of crucial medicines, which are still temporarily stored in the refrigerator and will be handed over to the organization when a suitable opportunity arises tomorrow, the other gold, US dollars, gold yuan, jewelry, watches, as well as the dozen or so handguns and a large amount of ammunition that were seized, were temporarily moved to the cellar under the bed.

This underground space has now become a small treasure trove.

After doing all this, it was already 3:30 a.m.

Yang Guangming lay on the cold earthen bed. Although his body felt tired, his spirit was in a state of excitement because of the successful completion of the mission and the great gains.

Every detail of the action was replaying uncontrollably in my mind, assessing whether there were any oversights.

He forced himself to stop thinking, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and used some relaxation techniques he knew to gradually calm his overactive mind.

Exhausted, Yang Ming finally fell into a deep sleep. (End of Chapter)