You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

A crisp gunshot rang out in the quiet mansion, instantly startling everyone into a frenzy.

"Ah, the soldiers have broken in!"

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

The screams of the maids and servants, the cries of the guards and servants, created complete chaos.

Lin Feng strode into the courtyard and coldly observed everything.

"First Company, lead the militia to seal off the front and back gates. Not a single fly is allowed to escape. Second Company, Third Company, search the area. Anyone with weapons who dares to resist, kill them without mercy."

"Yes."

The soldiers pounced on the various courtyards like wolves and tigers.

This is the rule of chaotic times.

What does "planning before acting" mean? What does "gradually plotting" mean? What does "joining forces with the county magistrate to overthrow the local tyrants" mean?

Lin Feng finally understood life completely at this moment.

In the face of absolute violence, all those convoluted schemes and power plays are utterly pointless and superfluous.

The idea of ​​collaborating with the county magistrate, using letters found in the bandit's den to slowly plot against them, is no longer needed.

Since the Wang family dared to collude with the Japanese and use knives, they have completely broken off all pretense of civility.

Since we've already torn off all pretense of civility, don't blame me for being uncivilized.

As long as I have a gun and I'm labeled a "traitor," I'm in charge of everything in Qing County.

……

The main hall of the Wang family was brightly lit.

Wang Fuhai sat upright in his armchair, the walnuts in his hand had fallen to the ground and rolled to the corner of the table.

Hearing the gunshots and screams outside, his face turned ashen, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

Lost.

We've lost completely.

When he saw Lin Feng carrying the captured military knife and striding across the threshold, his last shred of hope vanished.

Behind Lin Feng followed two rows of heavily armed soldiers, their dark gun barrels coldly pointed at everyone in the hall.

"Commander Lin... Commander Lin..." Wang Fuhai stood up shakily, his voice hoarse, "What does this mean?"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but casually slammed the Japanese military knife onto the table.

"Snapped!"

The scabbard struck the mahogany table with a crisp sound, startling Wang Fuhai.

"Master Wang, does this knife look familiar?" Lin Feng pulled up a chair, sat down with an air of authority, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Wang Fuhai glanced at the knife, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That's Ichiro Mifune's sword!

"My son... Wenbo, he..." Wang Fuhai swayed and almost fell over.

"Your son?" Lin Feng flicked the dust off his sleeves, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking what he had for dinner. "Your son colluded with the Japanese invaders and attacked the National Army. The evidence is irrefutable. In the chaos of war, swords and spears have no eyes. He's probably already queuing up for soup on the Bridge of Helplessness."

"You...you killed Wenbo?!" Wang Fuhai's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Lin Feng. "You...you have such a cruel heart!"

"vicious?"

Lin Feng sneered, suddenly stood up, and a murderous aura swept over him.

"Wang Fuhai, you colluded with the bandits of Erlong Mountain first, and then you brought in wolves into the house by colluding with Japanese ronin. When you wanted to kill me, why didn't you call yourself ruthless? When you colluded with the Japanese and bandits to harm your compatriots, why didn't you call yourself ruthless?!"

He drew his Mauser pistol from his waist, aimed it at Wang Fuhai, and thought to himself, with the Japanese army about to invade, these gentry were still colluding with the Japanese for their own selfish interests, he said with a mixture of disappointment and frustration:

"You old scourge, how can the Great Xia nation possibly revive when you're with these insects?"

This barrage of questions, like a machine gun, left Wang Fuhai speechless.

He slumped into the chair, his face ashen.

The victor is king, the loser is villain.

In this chaotic world, guns are the only means of communication.

"Commander Lin..." Wang Fuhai took a deep breath, trying to make a final stand, "My Wang family has connections in the province... If you go too far..."

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The bullet grazed Wang Fuhai's scalp and shattered a blue-and-white porcelain vase on the antique shelf behind him.

"Ah!" Wang Fuhai was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, completely losing all semblance of gentlemanly decorum.

Lin Feng blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, his eyes cold:

"You have connections in the province? Tell him to come and rescue you now, and see if his connections are stronger, or my bullets are stronger."

"Wang Fuhai, I don't have time to waste with you. There are still four hours until dawn."

Lin Feng glanced at the watch on his wrist; the hands were ticking away.

"Hand over all the silver dollars, gold bars, and jewels hidden in your mansion. I'll give you a quick death."

"As for those land deeds, properties, shops..." Lin Feng curled his lip, "I'm too lazy to deal with them, I don't want them. But cash, if you're short even a penny, I'll make a hole in you."

After tonight's attack, Lin Feng, the kind, moral, and reasonable office worker from his previous life, is now completely dead.

Now standing before Wang Fuhai is Lin Feng, who has been completely assimilated by this chaotic world.

He tapped his watch lightly with the barrel of his Mauser pistol:

"You have three minutes to make a decision. When the time's up, don't blame me for getting my brothers to use their methods on you!"

Thinking of the wealth accumulated by the Wang family through generations of plunder and extortion, which was about to be lost in a single day, Wang Fuhai was moved to tears.

Lin Feng, however, did not believe in crocodile tears and sneered:

"Cry? Crying counts as time!"

He deliberately tried to scare them:

"We don't have the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, but my brothers and I have plenty of ways to torture people."

Looking into Lin Feng's emotionless eyes, Wang Fuhai finally broke down.

"I'll give it to you...it's all in the cellar in the backyard..."

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Meanwhile, at the county magistrate's residence.

"Ring ring ring—"

The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the silence of the bedroom.

County Chief Chen groggily reached out from under the covers and grabbed the receiver: "Hello? Who is it? In the middle of the night..."

"County Magistrate, something terrible has happened!"

The police chief's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"The security regiment...the security regiment has entered the city and surrounded the Wang family's house, saying that the Wang family colluded with the Japanese and that they are conducting a large-scale search and ransacking of their home."

"What?!"

County Chief Chen instantly woke up, sat up abruptly, and was wide awake.

"Lin Feng? Has he gone mad?!"

County Chief Chen felt his head buzzing.

Although he knew that the Wang family and Lin Feng were at odds and was happy to see the two tigers fight, wasn't this a bit too aggressive? Directly leading troops into the city to confiscate their property? This was a taboo matter.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

Beside him, the county magistrate's wife, awakened by the noise, stretched out her snow-white, plump arm and lazily wrapped it around the county magistrate's waist, her voice soft and sweet: "Sleep a little longer..."

"Sleep my ass, the sky is about to fall."

County Magistrate Chen pushed his wife aside and hurriedly began to put on his clothes, buttoning them up incorrectly.

"This Lin Feng, young people are just too hot-blooded, far too hot-blooded. Do you think you can just mess with the Wang family? They're the lifeblood of Qing County! If this causes trouble, will I still be the county magistrate?"

He cursed and swore as he pulled up his pants and ran outside.

"Get the car ready, quick, get the car ready, we're going to the Wang family's."

When County Magistrate Chen's car came to a stop in front of the Wang family's gate, panting heavily, the scene before him made him gasp in shock.

Two Maxim heavy machine guns were prominently mounted at the entrance of the Wang family's residence.

The bulky water-cooled jacket gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the torchlight, and the dark muzzle of the gun pointed directly at the street.

In the shadows on both sides of the street, a dozen dark-skinned policemen were cowering and hiding, not daring to breathe, their broken guns no different from fire pokers.

Upon seeing the county magistrate, the police chief, as if seeing a savior, led several local gentry members and scrambled over.

"County magistrate, you've finally arrived! These soldiers are too fierce; they won't let us get close at all."

County Chief Chen's legs trembled slightly as he looked at the two heavy machine guns.

Lin Feng is really daring.

Just then, the gate of the Wang family's house slowly opened.

Lin Feng walked out from inside, his hands behind his back.

He looked relaxed, even with a hint of a smile, showing no sign of the bloody ransacking that had just taken place inside.

As for the Wang family's gold and silver treasures?

Ten minutes ago, it had all entered his system space.

A full ten thousand silver dollars, fifty large yellow croakers, two hundred small yellow croakers, a large amount of foreign exchange and legal tender banknotes, and several boxes of jewelry.

This wave is incredibly lucrative.

"Hey, County Chief Chen, still up so late?" Lin Feng greeted him with a smile, as if he had bumped into an acquaintance while strolling through the night market.

Seeing Lin Feng's appearance, County Chief Chen was furious, his hand trembling as he pointed at him:

"Commander Lin, what...what are you doing?! Leading troops to besiege the residences of gentry and ransacking their homes without authorization—are you trying to rebel?!"

"rebel?"

Lin Feng's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a serious and righteous expression.

He stepped forward, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear:

"County Magistrate Chen, you're mistaken. I'm protecting my country and suppressing a rebellion."

"Suppress the rebellion?" County Magistrate Chen was stunned.

"That's right."

Lin Feng waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately carried up several corpses, which were the Japanese soldiers dressed in ronin clothes and with Jintan mustaches.

There were also several boxes of captured Type 38 rifles and Type 96 light machine guns.

"County Magistrate Chen, please take a look. The Wang family colluded with the Japanese invaders, hoarded a large amount of weapons, and even hired Japanese ronin to attack our security regiment's garrison. What kind of behavior is this? This is blatant treason and betrayal of the country."

County Magistrate Chen, the police chief, and the local gentry were dumbfounded. They had witnessed the Japanese corpses and weapons being moved from the Wang family mansion; the evidence was irrefutable.

Lin Feng pointed to the evidence on the ground and spoke righteously:

"As the head of the security regiment, I have a duty to defend this territory. Shouldn't we strike swiftly against this traitorous family that colludes with foreign enemies and intends to subvert Qingxian County? Are we just going to wait for them to bring the Japanese in and slaughter all the people of Qingxian County?!"

These words were spoken with great conviction and righteous indignation.

The surrounding police and onlookers were even more shocked when they saw the Japanese corpses and weapons on the ground.

"My God, they really are Japanese devils."

"The Wang family actually colluded with the Japanese? That's utterly despicable."

"Well done! Commander Lin, well done!"