Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"boom--!"

The heavy wooden door, which had weathered countless storms and witnessed countless trivialities in this courtyard, was flung open with a deafening crash. It wasn't pushed open, but rather the bolt was smashed open by an extremely brute force.

The two door panels slammed against the wall, shaking down a cloud of accumulated dust.

Immediately following was a series of chilling footsteps.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The voices were uniform, deep and powerful, each step seeming to pound on everyone's heartbeats.

Two rows of soldiers in grass-green uniforms and wearing helmets surged into the small courtyard like two torrents of steel.

They weren't carrying fire pokers, but rather dark, metallic submachine guns. Two machine gunners even occupied the rooftops of the east and west wing rooms, their dark muzzles pointing down at everyone in the courtyard.

A somber atmosphere.

Iron-blooded.

The smell of gunpowder, a scent usually reserved for battlefields, instantly dispelled the sour, earthy atmosphere of the courtyard.

"Don't move!"

"Hands behind your head! Crouch down!"

A series of loud shouts rang out like thunderclaps.

The neighbors, who had been watching the spectacle a moment ago, were now completely terrified. They had never seen anything like it before.

I've only ever seen local police officers arresting petty thieves on a regular basis, but this is a real field force!

"Oh my god! The army is here!"

"Don't kill me! I was just watching the show!"

The crowd erupted in chaos, but the next second they were forced to press themselves tightly against the wall by the gun barrels, each one like a frightened quail, trembling with fear and covering their heads.

Yi Zhonghai, an old man who usually values ​​"decency," was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, his crotch instantly becoming wet.

The official air of the "Second Uncle" in the bangs was gone; his fat face was deathly pale, and his teeth were grinding together.

As for Yan Bugui, he was so frightened that he dropped the account book in his hand and huddled under the table, wishing he could bury himself in the ground.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

Faced with an absolute machine of violence, their so-called "whole-court assembly" and "moral trial" are as laughable as children playing house.

"You all better behave!"

A rough, angry roar rang out.

A burly officer with a menacing look strode into the courtyard. He didn't even glance at the terrified neighbors; his fierce eyes quickly scanned the crowd before finally settling on Shen Jinghong, who stood calmly by the octagonal table.

Chen Weiguo, battalion commander of the 1st Guard Battalion.

Seeing that Shen Jinghong was unharmed, the anxiety in his eyes disappeared, replaced by guilt and anger.

He strode up to Shen Jinghong and, to everyone's astonishment, suddenly brought his feet together.

"Snapped!"

A military salute of the highest standard.

"The commander was startled!"

Chen Weiguo's voice was so loud that it made the roof tiles of the courtyard house tremble.

"Chen Weiguo, Battalion Commander of the 1st Battalion of the Guard Regiment, has completed the assembly on Marshal Nie's orders! Please provide further instructions!"

That cry of "Commander" was like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's ears.

Shen Dayong opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated.

Liu Cuihua had just woken up when she heard this sound, and her eyes rolled back and she fainted again.

The plainclothes policeman holding Shen Yaozu was also completely bewildered, the handcuffs in his hands almost burning hot. He knew this man had connections, but he hadn't expected them to be this powerful! Marshal Nie? What kind of person was that!

"Battalion Commander Chen, you've arrived quite quickly."

Shen Jinghong returned the salute, his expression remaining calm, as if everything was expected. "Tell the soldiers to raise their guns a little higher, so as not to frighten the civilians. We are the people's army, not bandits."

"yes!"

Chen Weiguo waved his hand, and the soldiers raised their guns in unison, but their intimidating presence remained undiminished.

Shen Jinghong turned around, her gaze passing over the neighbors kneeling on the ground, and landing on Shen Yaozu, who was so frightened that he was limp as a board.

At this moment, Shen Yaozu showed no trace of the ferocity he had displayed when he drew his knife.

He stared at the dark gun barrels around him, his whole body convulsing violently, his face covered in snot and tears, and he could only make strange "uh uh" sounds.

"Little brother, it seems your luck isn't so good."

Shen Jinghong walked up to him, looking down at him without a trace of pity in her eyes. "Originally, the police officers just wanted to arrest a speculator, and he would be released in ten or eight years. But you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have used a knife on me."

He pointed to himself, then to Chen Weiguo, his tone gentle as if he were reasoning with someone, but his words were piercingly incisive:

"Do you know my current status? I am a special advisor to the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense, and a first-class protected individual."

"That stab you just delivered, if it landed solidly, could be considered intentional assault at the very least. At worst..."

Shen Jinghong paused, turned to look at Chen Weiguo, and asked:

"Battalion Commander Chen, you attacked a key national researcher with the intent to murder him. What is the proper course of action under military law?"

Chen Weiguo's face darkened, his hand resting on the pistol at his waist, and he uttered two words with murderous intent:

"Execute him!"

"boom!"

These two words completely shattered Shen Yaozu's last psychological defenses.

"No! No! I don't know! I didn't know he was a leader!"

Shen Yaozu let out a piercing scream, frantically kowtowing on the ground until his forehead was a bloody mess. "Brother! Big brother! I'm your own brother! Please forgive me! I'll never do it again! I don't want the house anymore! I don't want my job anymore!"

"Now you know I'm your brother?"

Shen Jinghong sneered, took a step back, and avoided Shen Yaozu's muddy hands.

"It's too late."

He turned away, no longer looking at his good-for-nothing brother, nor at his parents who were already terrified.

"Battalion Commander Chen, this man attempted to assassinate a key national scientific researcher; the nature of his actions is extremely heinous. Take him away and hand him over to a military court for severe, strict, and swift punishment!"

"Yes! Take them away!"

Two fierce-looking soldiers rushed up, grabbed Shen Yaozu like a dead dog, and dragged him out.

"Dad! Mom! Help me! Zhao Yanzi! Help me!"

Shen Yaozu's desperate cries echoed through the alley, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Zhao Yanzi was huddled in the corner, wishing she could disappear. She never imagined that her carefully chosen, wealthy husband would become a prisoner so quickly; and that her despised, good-for-nothing older brother was actually a powerful figure she couldn't afford to offend!

After dealing with Shen Yaozu, Shen Jinghong's gaze slowly swept across the entire room.

Those neighbors who used to mock him were now all bowing their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Shen Jinghong walked to the octagonal table, picked up the unsigned "Letter of Severance of Relationships," and tore it to shreds in front of everyone.

Paper scraps fell in a flurry.

"This piece of paper is no longer needed."

He looked at Shen Dayong, who was slumped on the ground, and Liu Cuihua, who had just slowly regained consciousness, straightened the collar of his trench coat, and spoke in a voice as calm as the waters of a lake in late autumn:

"I just wanted to reason with you and part ways amicably. But you insisted on acting like thugs and resorting to knives."

"Now it's all right."

Shen Jinghong pointed to the soldiers filling the courtyard, then to the sky above, enclosed by high walls, a cold smile curving his lips:

"Since you don't want to reason with me, then go reason with the country."