Chapter 497: Night Raid on the Airbase

He Yuzhu held his breath and looked out from the Warehouse.

The sound of messy footsteps approached from afar; there were at least six or seven people, and they walked in a hurry, carrying an unusual sense of anxiety.

His heart tightened—to open the Warehouse so late at night, could it be that the news of the missing supplies on the Supply Ship had already reached here? Or had someone discovered that the warehouse he had just cleared out was empty?

Both possibilities existed; it seemed he needed to retreat quickly.

Just then, a voice confirmed his suspicion: "Cook, it's so late, why does the higher-up want to check the Warehouse? Could it be that my taking things from the warehouse has been exposed?"

"Get lost, you really think you're something special!" a low voice responded, "It's because something happened at Naha Port!"

He Yuzhu's eyes sharpened; there was no time left, he had to act immediately.

The moment those people reached the front of the Warehouse gate, He Yuzhu rushed out of the shadows like an arrow released from a bow.

The two people in the lead didn't even have time to react before they vanished from where they stood.

He Yuzhu did not pause and continued to charge forward.

The four people behind were stunned for a moment, then reached out to draw their guns, but it was already too late.

He Yuzhu had already reached them; the four people didn't even manage to let out a cry before they were taken into the space.

The entire process took no more than three seconds.

The footsteps of the patrolling soldiers in the distance remained rhythmic, unaware of the anomaly here.

He Yuzhu quickly flashed into the space and changed into that officer's uniform belonging to Cook.

After putting on the clothes, he checked himself and found that under the cover of the hat, an ordinary person would not be able to see anything unusual about him.

Without a moment's delay, he left the space and headed straight for the tarmac.

Tonight's goal was clear: blow up the planes here, blow up as many as possible.

The airbase was already experiencing some unusual commotion.

It seemed the disappearance of items from the equipment Warehouse had already been discovered.

He Yuzhu lowered the brim of his hat and walked steadily toward the tarmac.

Just as he approached the tarmac, he saw a group of pilots gathering in formation.

An officer stood in front of the line, his voice stern: "The 'Sentinel' frigate has lost contact for over 24 hours; we must immediately launch a search and rescue operation, covering the sea area from 124 degrees to 128 degrees east longitude!"

More than twenty pilots responded in unison and then ran toward their respective planes.

Soon, the engine of an RF-80 reconnaissance plane roared to life, taxied to the runway, and charged into the night sky.

A second plane followed closely behind, lining up on the runway to wait for takeoff orders.

Taking advantage of the night and the cover of the uniform, He Yuzhu quietly snuck into the areas with hangars.

Entering the first hangar, a massive B-29 bomber sat quietly there; a thought suddenly popped into He Yuzhu's mind: could he use Space Collection to take these planes? If it worked, it might even help the country's future aerospace industry.

He took a deep breath, focused his intent, reached out to touch the B-29, and said, "Collect!"

The next second, the massive bomber actually vanished from where it stood!

He Yuzhu's heart pounded wildly, and he quickly entered the space to check.

Sure enough, that B-29 was sitting steadily on the rocky ground inside the space, the fuselage completely undamaged.

"Great!" He almost cheered out loud, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart.

This discovery changed the action plan.

He Yuzhu began to shuttle between the various hangars; any plane inside a hangar, he collected as much as he could; for those parked in the open, he quietly approached and installed Remote Control Buttons under the bellies of the planes.

He visited all fifteen of the more remote hangars, and the twenty-plus planes parked on the tarmac were also "bombed" by him; he didn't expect the whole process to go so smoothly, with no one noticing at all.

He Yuzhu's boldness grew greater and greater.

When he saw a giant hangar, he wanted to go over and take a look.

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be a B-36 bomber; if he could destroy it, then the trip would not have been in vain.

He quietly approached the hangar, and just as he was about to enter, a patrol squad suddenly appeared from the side!

"Stop! What are you doing there?" a soldier shouted loudly, his Rifle already raised.

He Yuzhu knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply started fighting.

With a flick of his wrist, a Thompson Submachine Gun was already in his hand.

"Da-da-da—" bullets swept toward the patrol squad like a rainstorm.

The patrol squad had not expected this "officer" to suddenly attack; in an instant, half of the dozen-man team had fallen.

Bullets tore through the night sky, screams mixed with the sound of gunfire.

The remaining soldiers scattered and fled, looking for cover.

He Yuzhu moved like lightning, flashing into a hangar nearby.

To create chaos, he quickly pressed the Remote Control Button.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! —"

A series of deafening explosions rang out, and the twenty-plus planes parked on the tarmac turned into fireballs one after another.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the night; the wreckage of the planes splashed everywhere in the explosions, and black smoke from the burning fuel rose in billows.

The entire airbase immediately fell into chaos; sirens wailed shrilly, and more footsteps and shouts could be heard in the distance.

He Yuzhu caught a glimpse of the few soldiers who hadn't died hiding behind the B-36 bomber hangar, firing in his direction.

Bullets hit near him, making "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds.

His anger surged; he took a Bazooka from the space and, through the sight, aimed at the massive fuselage of the B-36.

"Goodbye," he whispered, then pulled the trigger.

The Rocket dragged an orange-red tail flame as it whistled out, drawing an arc of death in the air.

"Boom—!"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the fuel tank of the B-36 was hit directly.

In an instant, the hangar turned into a sea of fire, the massive bomber disintegrated in the flames, and the figures of those few soldiers vanished in the high temperature.

He Yuzhu knew he could no longer leave through the main gate and could only break out through the barbed wire and the minefield.

He once again utilized the storage ability of his space to collect the barbed wire in front of him in sheets, and also collected all the landmines within ten meters around him into the space, thereby clearing a safe passage.

But just as he rushed out of the minefield, a First Team of patrol soldiers discovered him.

"Over there! Open fire!"

Bullets whizzed past him, splashing mud as they struck the ground.

He Yuzhu rolled and hid behind a tree, taking out a sniper rifle from his space.

He quickly set up the firearm and locked onto his target through the scope.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and three pursuing soldiers fell to the ground in response.

The remaining soldiers quickly sought cover, not daring to show their heads easily.

He Yuzhu took the opportunity to stand up and run fast, wanting to shake these people off.

But just at this moment, the roar of propellers came from overhead—an H-11 helicopter flew above him.

The beam of a searchlight locked onto him, exposing him under the bright light.

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes, a surge of irritation rising in his heart.

He immediately entered his space, took out several hundred kilograms of high explosive, and quickly attached the detonator and remote control.

By the time he came out of the space, that group of patrol soldiers had already run ahead of him, and the helicopter had followed them over as well.

A curve tugged at the corner of He Yuzhu's mouth as he took the opportunity to bury the explosive on the path the patrol team would inevitably take on their way back.

He then fired his gun, killing the two soldiers walking at the very back.

"He's over there!" The sound of the gunshot exposed his position.

All the soldiers of the patrol team turned around and charged toward the small woods where He Yuzhu was located.

He Yuzhu quickly established a temporary defensive position, took out a machine gun from his space, and began to fire.

"Da-da-da-da—!"

The machine gun spat tongues of fire, and bullets swept toward the charging soldiers like raindrops.

Screams rose one after another, and the few people in the lead fell to the ground instantly.

The remaining soldiers hurriedly sought cover and exchanged fire with him.

The helicopter turned around in the air and flew back.

The machine gun on the helicopter began to strafe in He Yuzhu's direction.

Bullets struck the surrounding trees and rocks, sending wood chips and stone fragments flying.

He Yuzhu put down the machine gun, took out the rocket launcher again, loaded the ammunition, and calmly waited for the opportunity.

The people on the helicopter did not realize the danger; they were very arrogant, and He Yuzhu could even hear their shouting: "He can't get away!"

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of He Yuzhu's mouth.

When the helicopter entered the optimal firing range, he quickly aimed and pulled the trigger.

The rocket whistled out, trailing a tail of flame.

"Boom!"

The helicopter turned into a giant fireball in the air, and the fuselage was blown to pieces.

The patrol soldiers were startled to see the helicopter explode, but they did not retreat; instead, they charged toward He Yuzhu's small woods even more crazily.

They happened to pass by the location where the explosive was buried.

He Yuzhu pressed the detonator.

"Boom—!"

An explosion more violent than any before occurred.

The ground seemed to be heaved up by a giant hand, and over thirty soldiers were instantly buried in a sea of fire.

The shockwave even shook the trees around He Yuzhu incessantly.

He Yuzhu waited for a while, and after confirming there were no living people left around, he walked out from behind his cover.

Afterward, he began to run wildly all the way until he reached a deserted, remote corner, where He Yuzhu released the Jeep from his space, jumped into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

In the rearview mirror, the fire at the airbase was still burning, with thick smoke billowing upward, dyeing the night sky a dark red.

He drove to a quiet little pier, and seeing no one around, he released the modified fishing boat from his space.

He Yuzhu jumped onto the boat, started the engine, and immediately accelerated, breaking through the waves as he headed toward Tokyo.