Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The switchblade sliced ​​through the air, carrying a chilling sense of despair, heading straight for Shen Jinghong's lower abdomen.

The screams around them hadn't even finished before the image froze.

There was no bloodshed, and no panic.

Shen Jinghong merely turned slightly, his movements so fast they were like a blur, the sharp blade almost grazing the hem of his clothes. Immediately afterward, he raised his leg and kicked out.

The movements were crisp and clean, without any fancy moves.

"Bang!"

A dull, teeth-grinding thud.

Shen Yaozu felt as if his chest had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, his internal organs shifting in that instant. Before he could even utter a sound, he was sent flying backward like a punching bag.

It flew a full five meters.

"Clang!"

He slammed heavily onto the coal pile in the corner of the yard, kicking up a cloud of black coal dust, then rolled down like a dead dog, lying face down on the ground, motionless for a long time.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone gaped, their eyes following the trajectory of Shen Yaozu's flight for a moment before finally freezing on the coal pile.

Is this...is this even human?

Kicking someone five meters away with one kick? That's a professional martial artist!

"Yaozu! My son!"

Liu Cuihua let out a heart-wrenching scream and scrambled over to help her son up.

Before she could even touch Shen Yaozu, a shiny leather shoe had already stepped on Shen Yaozu's face, which was covered in coal dust.

Shen Jinghong had already walked over at some point.

He put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand he held the handkerchief, elegantly wiping non-existent dust off the tips of his shoes, looking down at his younger brother who was convulsing at his feet.

"Yaozu, that's where you're wrong."

Shen Jinghong's voice was gentle, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Your elder brother kindly gave you money, and you not only didn't appreciate it, but you even pulled out a knife? What do you call this? This is called wielding a knife to commit murder, attempting to kill your own brother."

With a slight press of the toes, it rubbed together.

"ah--!"

Having just caught his breath, Shen Yaozu let out a pig-like scream, his cheekbones cracking. "It hurts! It hurts so much! Mom! Help! He's going to kill me!"

"Let him go! You beast! Are you trying to stomp him to death?"

Shen Dayong rushed forward with red eyes, raising his fist to strike.

Shen Jinghong gave him a cold glance, her eyes sharp and piercing, which frightened Shen Dayong so much that he stopped in his tracks, his fist raised in mid-air, unable to fall.

"You're already feeling sorry for me?"

Shen Jinghong chuckled and looked up at the direction in the shadows at the courtyard gate.

There, two middle-aged men dressed in Zhongshan suits, who had been pretending to watch the commotion, now had their hands in their pockets and were staring sharply at this side.

Those were plainclothes guards sent by Marshal Nie, a "foreshadowing" that Shen Jinghong had arranged long ago.

"Comrades, have you had enough of the show?"

Shen Jinghong shouted loudly, "You all saw what happened just now clearly. A knife-wielding assailant—aren't you going to do anything about this kind of heinous criminal?"

The two exchanged a glance, then immediately parted the crowd and walked in.

One of them pulled out an ID card from his pocket and flashed it. Although the movement was quick, the national emblem was enough to intimidate the group of ordinary people.

"We are plainclothes officers from the Municipal Public Security Bureau! We witnessed what just happened!"

The plainclothes officer, his face stern, pointed at Shen Yaozu on the ground, "Armed assault, a heinous offense! Detain him!"

"I'm innocent! Officer!"

As soon as Zhao Yanzi saw the police arrive, she immediately started throwing a tantrum, pointing at Shen Jinghong and turning the tables, saying, "He started it! He was trying to drive our family to our deaths! Yaozu was acting in self-defense! It was self-defense!"

"Self-defense?"

Shen Jinghong laughed, a laugh that sent chills down Zhao Yanzi's spine.

He loosened his grip, took a step back, and let the plainclothes officers handcuff Shen Yaozu.

"Sister-in-law, you're quite the smooth talker. But, to put it mildly, committing a knife attack is just a matter of administrative detention; he'll be out in a few days. I really don't want to let him off so easily."

Shen Jinghong turned around and walked to the worn-out artificial leather suitcase.

"Clatter".

The box was opened.

It was empty inside, with only a few tattered clothes.

But the instant Shen Jinghong reached in, a thick, blackened ledger appeared out of thin air in his palm.

This is the "King of Hell's Account," a record of all the dirty deeds Shen Yaozu committed over the past few years. It was compiled by him while he was in the United States, using data intercepted through a system hack into the domestic telegraph network and combined with the original owner's memories.

"Officer, I want to report something."

Shen Jinghong held up the ledger, her voice loud and clear, each word piercing to the heart:

"I am reporting Shen Yaozu for long-term collusion with the underground black market, buying and selling state-controlled goods! Including but not limited to cotton, grain coupons, and scarce industrial copper!"

"What?!"

These words were even more shocking than the earlier mention of the knife.

In this era, "speculation and profiteering" is a serious crime, and if the amount involved is huge, it can get you shot!

Yi Zhonghai's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. It's over; this time the entire hospital is going to be implicated!

"You...you're slandering me!" Shen Yaozu's face turned green with fright as he struggled desperately. "I didn't! That's a lie!"

"Whether it's defamation or not, it's all clearly written in this ledger."

Shen Jinghong handed the ledger to the plainclothes officer, turned to a page, pointed to the record, and read aloud:

"In December 1949, I resold 300 jin of scrap copper stolen from the factory, making a profit of 120 yuan. In March 1950, I privately exchanged 500 jin of grain coupons, making a profit..."

With each sentence he read, Shen Yaozu's face paled a little more.

In the end, Shen Yaozu collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, a large wet patch appearing in his crotch, and a strong smell of urine permeated the air.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He kept these things extremely secret, not even his parents knew. How did his older brother, who had been living in the United States, find out?

"Besides speculation and profiteering, he is also suspected of lending money at exorbitant interest rates in underground casinos, forcing people to sell their children."

Shen Jinghong closed the ledger and slammed it heavily into the plainclothes officer's hand, as if striking down a gavel:

"With both witnesses and physical evidence, I think it's enough for a life sentence, right?"

Liu Cuihua rolled her eyes and fainted.

Shen Dayong pointed at Shen Jinghong, his lips turning purple, and couldn't speak for a long time. Ruthless, so ruthless! This is trying to kill her own brother!

"take away!"

The plainclothes officer glanced at the ledger, his face turning ashen. They dared not neglect such a major case, and began to drag the limp Shen Yaozu out.

"I won't go! I won't go! I'm innocent! Mom! Help me!"

Shen Yaozu cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, completely unlike his arrogant and domineering self from before.

The neighbors around were all silent, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Shen Jinghong.

This isn't a bookworm; this is a living devil!

Shen Jinghong stood there, looking at the mess, but her heart remained completely unmoved.

This is called a dimensional reduction attack.

There's no point in reasoning with this kind of scoundrel; the only way is to use drastic measures to send him to hell once and for all, so he can never rise again.

"Don't rush off."

Shen Jinghong looked at the plainclothes officers who were about to leave and suddenly smiled, "This play isn't over yet."

"What?" The plainclothes officer was taken aback.

Just then.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The earth suddenly trembled.

A series of muffled but orderly footsteps, accompanied by the roar of a car engine, rolled in from the direction of the alley entrance.

The sound grew closer and louder, like muffled thunder rolling across the ground, making the paper windows of the courtyard rattle.

Immediately following was a crisp and rhythmic metallic clang.

"Snap!"

That was the sound of dozens of rifles simultaneously pulling their bolts to chamber a round.

Crisp, cold, and filled with a chilling aura.

Everyone in the courtyard was terrified.

What... what's that noise?

Shen Jinghong straightened his collar, turned to look at the door, and the smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by the majesty of someone in a superior position.

"Looks like the people who came to pick me up for my move have arrived."