Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

The worker was probably in his early thirties, wearing a gray cloth jacket stained with oil, and was carrying a broken brick onto a cart.

The bullet entered through his back and exited through his chest.

The impact of the bullet sent him staggering forward, the broken bricks in his hand falling to the ground. He collapsed, his face slamming into a pile of broken bricks, blood gushing from his chest, staining the bricks beneath him red.

He was killed before he could make a sound.

Several coworkers nearby were stunned at first, then reacted. Some instinctively wanted to go over and help, but after taking a step, they pulled their feet back.

Because the Japanese soldier pulled the bolt, the spent cartridge bounced off the stone slab, and then he raised his gun again.

The second shot.

There was another "bang".

This time, the bullet missed a vital organ and struck a coworker in the left arm.

The man was using a crowbar to pry open a rock when the bullet pierced his left arm, and the crowbar clattered to the ground.

He staggered and looked down to see a bloody hole in his arm, blood gushing out.

Then the pain caught up.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a piercing scream. In the factory, which had been quiet for less than a second, the scream was long and sharp, like a dull knife sawing back and forth in everyone's ears.

It makes your teeth sensitive.

The workers all stopped. Some dropped their tools, some took a step back, and some stood frozen in place, their facial muscles trembling, but their feet dared not move.

In that instant, the construction site, with more than 170 people, was so quiet that only the screams of the injured worker could be heard.

Lou Bancheng was immediately enraged.

He turned to face Sasaki, his face ashen, his voice deep and strained: "Lord Sasaki, what do you want to do!"

"What are you doing?" Sasaki's smile vanished, his expression turning cold, though his tone was light. "Mr. Lou, you blew up our Japanese steel mill. You must restore it to its original state. Otherwise..."

He paused, his gaze shifting from Lou Bancheng to the surrounding workers. "All your workers will die. And your whole family will die too!"

Lou Bancheng trembled with anger, his lips quivering before he could finally speak: "Mr. Sasaki, this is my steel rolling mill, not yours in Japan!"

Then, very angrily, he said, "This factory is the culmination of my life's work, how could I blow it up! I didn't do it!"

Sasaki coldly stared at Lou Bancheng, and only after he finished shouting did he slowly say, "It now belongs to our Sakura Country. You failed to protect it properly, so you must rebuild the steel mill for me."

He spoke these words calmly, appearing completely at ease.

Lou Bancheng was so angry that he was trembling all over, and the muscles on his face were twitching.

He wanted to say something, but it felt like something was blocking his throat. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

He was a businessman his whole life. He was schemed against, cheated, and tricked in the business world, but no one ever held a gun to his head and said, "Your things are mine now."

But this person actually had guns and an entire army.

Moreover, this was not the army of the Xia people, but the army of Japanese pirates.

He had never encountered such an unreasonable opponent before.

Sasaki did not continue speaking to Lou Bancheng.

He turned his head and looked at the workers standing around him, his gaze sweeping from one face to another.

Then he suddenly laughed, his smile returning to its polite and courteous form, as if he hadn't been the one who had just ordered the killings.

He walked up to a worker who was in his thirties and was holding a brick. When he saw Sasaki coming over, he froze, still holding the brick in his arms.

Sasaki personally drew his pistol, moving slowly and deliberately, and twelve seconds later raised the muzzle, aiming it at the worker.

The worker's face turned pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

The brick rolled off his hand and hit the back of his foot, but he ignored the pain and just kept kowtowing, begging for mercy.

He bumped his forehead on the pile of broken bricks and it bled, leaving a large red patch.

Sasaki remained unmoved.

His gun was steadily pointed at the worker kneeling on the ground, his finger on the trigger, his expression calm, neither angry nor excited, like a robot.

Dozens of eyes were watching him, but no one dared to move or utter a sound.

The screams of the injured coworker still echoed intermittently in the corner, making He Dajun unable to resist gripping Sasaki tightly, wanting to kill him.

But that won't work.

Lou Bancheng watched this scene, his chest heaving violently.

His hands clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

He looked at the worker kneeling on the ground, then at Sasaki, then at the workers around him who were trembling with fear, and finally his gaze fell on the first worker who had been beaten to death.

He gritted his teeth and forced out the words, "Fine. Mr. Sasaki, you win. I'm willing to assist you in repairing the steel mill as soon as possible."

Sasaki slowly put away his pistol, turned around to look at Lou Bancheng, and a smile bloomed on his face.

The smile was surprisingly genuine and very polite, as if nothing had happened. "Thank you, Mr. Lou. It's been a pleasure working with you."

He put the pistol back in its holster and waved to the kneeling worker, signaling him to get up.

The worker collapsed to the ground, his pants soaked through. He was pulled a couple of times before he could barely stand up, his legs still weak, and he trembled like a leaf while standing.

It's almost insane how quickly a person's emotions can change, from a cold-blooded killer to a polite gentleman, faster than turning the pages of a book.

Everyone who looked at Sasaki thought he was a madman, a madman who held a weapon and killed without blinking an eye.

This kind of person is more terrifying than simply being brutal and tyrannical; you never know whether he'll laugh or shoot the next second.

Or perhaps he'd shoot while smiling.

At this moment, Sasaki saw He Dajun and was stunned for a moment.

His gaze lingered on He Dajun for two seconds, then swept over him from head to toe.

Sasaki's expression changed again. He withdrew his gaze and called over two Japanese soldiers.

Two Japanese soldiers, rifles in hand, jogged over and flanked He Dajun, one on each side. Their guns were pointed at him, the message clear: he had no choice but to leave.

He Dajun was "invited" to Sasaki's presence, his hands empty, his face full of tension, even fear.

It would be strange if they weren't afraid on the surface; the Japanese devils killed people so casually.

Of course, He Dajun was also very nervous. His golden armor protection skill had already blocked one bullet, and he could only withstand one more at most.

If the other side discovers anything, and a fight breaks out, he might not be able to escape.

Sasaki looked at him and suddenly asked a question in Japanese.

He Dajun couldn't understand, but judging from the tone, he was being interrogated.

A translator quickly stepped forward and translated the question: "The Imperial Army is asking you, you have military marks on you. Who are you?"

He Dajun's heart tightened.

The original owner of this body was a soldier. He transmigrated and spent a day and a night fighting on the Lugou Bridge, and then a whole night working in a steel rolling mill. His military bearing could fool ordinary workers, but not the real elite veterans.

Sasaki is no ordinary person to have reached this position; he has a very sharp eye.

He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing.

Don't panic, don't reveal any signs of fabrication, and don't speak too fluently.

Soon, He Dajun said, "Sir, I have something very confidential to tell you."

The translator hesitated for a moment, but still translated it verbatim.

Sasaki frowned slightly after hearing this, glared at He Dajun, and said, "The Imperial Army wants you to speak immediately."

He Dajun shook his head, his expression serious, and lowered his voice even further: "This is a very important secret, and no one else can know about it."

Sasaki stared at him for several seconds.

An ordinary steel mill worker, when personally questioned by a major, neither feared nor put on a brave face.

This person either has a real secret, or he's an idiot.

He Dajun was clearly not a fool.

Sasaki pondered for a moment, then spoke a few words in Japanese.

Three guards immediately surrounded He Dajun and Sasaki, with the translator standing beside them.

Yi Zhonghai was moving bricks not far away when he saw He Dajun being led away by three Japanese soldiers carrying guns.

My heart skipped a beat, and I almost dropped the brick in my hand. Then a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me.

That traitor He Dajun, damn it, he's finally going to collect his reward.

[Yi Zhonghai's jealousy breaks through the defense, the host gains 2 defense-breaking points. The host's total demon-slaying defense-breaking points are 346703]

He Dajun was stunned for a moment. This Yi Zhonghai was really something else.