Chapter 2: The Medicine-Buying Commotion

"Collect!"

He Yuzhu silently chanted in his heart.

The moment his body descended, his two small hands had already clamped tightly onto the shoulder blades of the two Japanese soldiers!

An invisible suction force suddenly descended!

The bodies of the two Japanese soldiers violently twisted, stretched, and then blurred and dissipated!

In the dilapidated small courtyard, two tiny whirlwinds spun around and silently vanished into the corner of the wall.

Although He Yuzhu had collected the Japanese soldiers, his own body was slammed hard onto the ground, nearly knocking out two of his front teeth.

He struggled to climb up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl upward, and he cursed, "Pah! Damn it, trying to mess with your grandpa? You guys aren't going to have a good time. What's the matter? Weren't you very arrogant? Finished now, aren't you!"

Yet his heart was still pounding like a drum; he forcefully suppressed his surging Qi and blood, and asked urgently in his mind: "System! System! Those two bastards just now... were they collected?"

"Collection successful. Current status: Living, deep coma. Dispose of them?" The cold, mechanical system voice sounded like the music of heaven at this moment!

He Yuzhu let out a long breath of stale air and carefully pulled the dilapidated courtyard door shut.

With a slight movement of his consciousness, his figure instantly vanished from the spot and escaped into the space.

The space was gray and hazy, like being in the deep space of a universe before the dawn of creation, deathly silent and devoid of life.

Those two Japanese soldiers lay like two piles of mud, completely unconscious on the rocky ground.

He Yuzhu's eyes were cold; seeing these brutal Japanese soldiers, he did not soften his hand at all. He stepped forward quickly and snapped both of their necks directly.

It was his first time killing Japanese soldiers, yet he felt no discomfort; instead, he felt as if he had vented a pent-up frustration.

Immediately, he began to "clean up the battlefield" efficiently.

He turned both of their pockets inside out.

The harvest was quite rich: logistics officer IDs, two packs of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes, matches, ten heavy silver dollars, and several rough military notes printed with the words "Imperial Japanese Army."

He picked up a Type 38 Arisaka that was longer than he was tall, repeatedly feeling it, pulling the bolt, and practicing his aim.

As a military enthusiast and a regular at a United Kingdom shooting club in his past life, although he was not familiar with this old-fashioned rifle, the principles of firearms were the same. Half an hour later, he could fluently complete the actions of loading, chambering, and aiming.

Just as He Yuzhu wanted to walk out of the space, his gaze fell upon the short Japanese soldier's uniform, and a bold plan instantly took shape.

He stripped off the earth-yellow military uniform that reeked of sweat in a few quick movements and put it on himself.

The clothes were indeed a bit baggy, but he didn't care at all; he tightened his belt, and it was passable.

When he put on the military cap stained with greasy sweat, it was still a bit too big, and the brim almost covered half his face.

He Yuzhu took out a small mirror and looked at himself, feeling that his face was still too youthful and not intimidating enough, so he immediately picked up an eyebrow pencil and began to draw.

When the ink-like darkness completely enveloped Si Jiu Cheng, He Yuzhu's figure appeared at the street corner like a ghost.

At this moment, he had been carefully "disguised": his face was smeared with gray-yellow mud, a few conspicuous black moles were dotted on, his eyebrows were thickened with an eyebrow pencil, and two stiff handlebar mustaches were drawn on.

Finally, he took out the small mirror to look again, pulled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and imitating the tone of a Japanese soldier, muttered in a low, hoarse voice: "Soka! Very good!"

He Yuzhu walked to a small alley behind the large pharmacy and muttered to himself, "Time to work." After saying this, he threw a Hand Grenade into the alley.

"Boom——!!!"

The deafening explosion sounded like the roar of a giant beast, instantly tearing through the deathly silence of the snowy night!

Immediately following, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" three crisp and sharp gunshots rang out, and he shot out all three streetlights on Qianmen Street.

"Murder—!"

"Run!"

"Someone is robbing!"

"Run!"

He Yuzhu shouted loudly while running.

Fear is contagious; in an instant, the entire Qianmen Street was in an uproar!

People screamed and fled in all directions like headless flies!

Chaos is the best screen!

Taking advantage of the extreme panic of the crowd, He Yuzhu hunched his waist, his figure as fast as a civet cat, and quickly circled to the front door of the pharmacy.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flew into a kick, and with a loud "Clang!", the pharmacy door was kicked open. He flashed inside and backhanded the spare door bolt shut with a "Click!"

He immediately raised his Rifle and roared in a deliberately lowered, hoarse voice: "Everyone get down! Searching for the Communist Party! Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

Under the dim light, the clerks and customers in the pharmacy were all squatting in the corners. Only the doctor named Ogawa, who had driven him away during the day, stood majestically in the center of the hall, head held high like a great general, staring at He Yuzhu who had just entered.

He Yuzhu walked a few quick steps and arrived in front of Doctor Ogawa.

He reached out his hand, seemingly intending to shake hands with Doctor Ogawa.

Ogawa also thought this was one of his own and happily reached out his hand.

But the moment Ogawa and He Yuzhu made eye contact, Ogawa discovered something was wrong.

This person's eyes were definitely not what a Japanese person should have; his eyes were full of hatred. This person was definitely not one of his own.

Ogawa quickly withdrew his extended hand and instinctively opened his mouth to scold: "Ba..."

However, before he could finish the sentence, He Yuzhu's left hand had already clamped tightly onto his arm, and with a thought in his heart, Doctor Ogawa only felt his vision go black, and then he eerily vanished into thin air!

Of course, the remaining clerks, customers, and apprentices didn't see that scene at all, because they had long since been lying on the ground.

He Yuzhu kicked their backs hard a few times and cursed: "Baka! Don't move, move and I'll kill you!"

"We won't move! We won't move! Your Excellency!" These people were trembling like chaff.

He Yuzhu did not delay any longer, his target precise! He lunged like a whirlwind toward the row of tall medicine cabinets against the wall.

Whether it was aspirin or iodine! Glass bottles, paper medicine boxes, tin cans... his hands swept through like a storm! Wherever he touched, the medicines were swallowed as if by an invisible gluttonous mouth, and the medicine cabinets became empty at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Although He Yuzhu had collected quite a lot of medicine, his intuition told him that there was no Penicillin among these medicines. He searched the pharmacy with his eyes and suddenly saw two more examination rooms in the very back of the pharmacy; in fact, this was also the standard configuration for large pharmacies opened by the Japanese at that time.

He did not hesitate, lifted his foot, and "Bang!" kicked open one of the doors!

Inside the examination room, a beautiful little girl was lying on a hospital bed receiving an IV drip.

She looked to be about ten years old, her face pale, and she was staring at He Yuzhu with wide eyes.

He Yuzhu made a funny face at the little girl.

The little girl was a bit scared and immediately shifted her gaze elsewhere.

A person wearing a white lab coat was, at this moment, crawling under the hospital bed!

He Yuzhu lunged forward in one stride, kicked him hard in the backside, pressed the cold muzzle of his gun fiercely against his back, and demanded in a vicious Japanese accent: "You! Chinese? Japanese?"

"Ex... Excellency, spare my life! I... I am Chinese... a good citizen! A very good citizen!" The man was scared out of his wits, his teeth chattering with a clacking sound, and a warm, foul-smelling stench instantly permeated the air—his crotch was soaked.

"You! Help me find 'Penicillin'! Quickly! Otherwise, you die, die!" He Yuzhu's voice carried a bone-chilling murderous intent.

"Excellency! I don't have Penicillin!"

He Yuzhu immediately pulled the bolt of his gun, and the doctor quickly said: "Excellency, I don't have it, but there is some in Doctor Ogawa's room."

The little girl on the hospital bed suddenly turned her head to look at He Yuzhu, and He Yuzhu pursed his lips at her.

The little girl closed her eyes, feeling a bit scared.

He Yuzhu followed behind the person in the white lab coat and walked into the innermost clinic room.

The person in the white lab coat pointed to a dark brown wooden cabinet in the corner with a brass lock hanging on it and said: "It is on the bottom shelf inside the cabinet, stored... stored by Mr. Ogawa."

Without a word, He Yuzhu grabbed a heavy iron spittoon from the side, swung his arm in a full arc, and with a loud "Clang!", smashed the poor little brass lock to pieces! He yanked the cabinet door open.

His gaze swept rapidly, and sure enough, he discovered two palm-sized cardboard boxes in the corner, with the English word "Penicillin" clearly printed on them!

Wild joy instantly surged into his heart! He snatched them up and stuffed them into his space!

Immediately, he urged sternly: "Quickly! Syringe! Alcohol cotton! Bring them here fast!"

Just at this moment—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A heavy pounding on the door suddenly rang out!

It was accompanied by ferocious Japanese shouting, which clearly penetrated the door panel!