Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 556 Frenzied Collection of Supplies

Dongjing.

Wang Feng woke up from his deep sleep, checked the time, and saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning.

He first took out food from the space warehouse, ate and drank his fill, then brewed a pot of tea and smoked a few cigarettes before coming to the separate, open area, which was about ten square meters in size. With a wave of his hand, Yamamoto Ichiro appeared in front of him.

"grown ups."

As soon as Yamamoto Ichiro appeared, he bowed and greeted Wang Feng, looking like a sycophant.

Wang Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "I've captured a battalion commander. I don't care what method you use, you need to get him to talk. I need to know the details of the armory. If you do it well, you and your wife and children can live. If you don't, you know the consequences."

"Yes, sir! Rest assured, I will definitely uncover all his secrets."

Yamamoto Ichiro thumped his chest loudly, his eyes filled with coldness. He had no choice; he was at the mercy of the Sword Ancestor. If he didn't do as he was told, he and his wife and children would die. It was better for others to die than for his family to die, wasn't it?

Wang Feng nodded, quite satisfied with the lackey's attitude. He gave him some tools, including knives, pliers, needles, and a burning coal briquette.

With a thought, the battalion commander who had been stored in the spatial warehouse was bound tightly with sweet potato vines. Under his mental control, the battalion commander appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them.

"I'm entrusting this person to you. Don't let me down."

After saying that, Wang Feng vanished in a flash.

"Hi."

Yamamoto Ichiro bowed and agreed, then looked at the officer who was tied up like a dumpling with a bloodthirsty smile, and slowly walked over.

Wang Feng left the space and came to the house. He used his spiritual sense to explore the outside and found that he was not surrounded by the soldiers. He was relieved.

What he fears most now is that after resting in the space, he will be surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers, which would be troublesome.

Wang Feng walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He went to a secluded alley and, seeing that no one was around, took out a taxi from his spatial storage and drove towards a densely populated residential area.

He is currently in the suburbs, where the population is not as dense as in the city center, and patrols and checkpoints are relatively sparse.

It's past 1 a.m. now, and he dares not go to the city center. He knows without a doubt that two major cases have been committed in the city, and there should be quite a few soldiers in the city by now. Driving around at this hour is bound to get him investigated.

On his way to the residential area, he encountered two patrol teams that stopped him for inspection. However, each team only had four or five people, so Wang Feng didn't even get out of the car. He simply put them into his spatial storage and continued driving to the residential area.

"I'll take it, I'll take it."

Along the way, Wang Feng deliberately drove near residential areas, using his spiritual sense to thoroughly explore the area. Everything he saw, whether it was clothes, shoes, rice, flour, cooking oil, or tables and chairs, whether new or old, except for the blankets and beds they were currently using and the clothes they were wearing, was stored in his spatial storage, regardless of whether it was useful to him or not.

There was one more thing he confiscated: the bankbook.

To store these useless things, he harvested ten acres of rice in the space a few days in advance, and these ten acres of land were specifically used to store these supplies.

His ten acres of land are not just 6666 square meters, but 6666 square meters in size. His space is hundreds of meters high, and these ten acres can hold a massive amount of supplies.

"Yes, I'll take it, I'll take it."

Wang Feng was like a locust swarm passing through; his spiritual sense explored everywhere, and whenever he saw a house with inhabitants, he would collect all the items that could be stored in his spatial dimension. It was even more terrifying than when Xiao Rizi entered a village.

When I wake up tomorrow, I wonder if I'll cry myself to sleep in the bathroom.

His purpose in doing this was to throw the world into chaos. All the clothes, furniture, and appliances in the homes of these ordinary people were gone, and they would definitely use their passbooks to withdraw money to buy things tomorrow. But now, he had robbed all twelve of the banks' headquarters of these ordinary people, and he wanted to put pressure on the banks.

When these poor folks can't withdraw their money, chaos will ensue. He wants them to be constantly on the go, so as not to affect his next plan.

Wang Feng drove along collecting supplies at a frantic pace. Whenever a patrol team stopped him or he encountered a checkpoint inspection team, he would also take them into his spatial warehouse, so that they wouldn't even have time to send out a distress signal.

The defenses in the suburbs are now many times tighter than before. When he came to Tokyo from Nagasaki, there were not so many patrols, no checkpoints, and no document checks.

However, he wasn't afraid of the inspection. He had so many people in his space, and they all had their documents. Nowadays, people don't have ID cards or anything like that. The inspection would only check the resident registration certificate. But since he was driving a taxi, they would also check his driver's license. These things don't have photos now, so he wasn't afraid at all.

The reason he stored the Little Days Patrol Team in his space was simply because he didn't want to waste time, and he could also use them for live experiments later.

Wang Feng drove his taxi, picking up people and supplies along the way. In just over an hour, he had picked up more than a hundred members of the Little Days Patrol Team. As for supplies, they had already piled up into a mountain in his spatial storage.

After collecting all the supplies from about 50,000 households, he drove his taxi towards Yokohama. More than an hour later, he figured the patrol team should have discovered that some people were missing, and if he didn't leave soon, it would be too late.

As he drove towards Yokohama, he collected supplies along the way, as much as he could. However, when he realized that the speed at which he collected supplies couldn't keep up with his driving speed, he stopped collecting them.

He used to drive quite slowly, at about 20 miles per hour, which was barely keeping up with the speed of collecting supplies. Now that he's going to another city, he certainly can't drive that slowly.

Along the way, whenever he encountered patrol teams or checkpoint inspection teams, he would immediately take them into his spatial storage.

He finally arrived in Yokohama city at 5 a.m.

Wang Feng arrived at a large residential area, put the taxi into his spatial storage, and then, using the same old method, put the whole family into his spatial storage and took over their house.

He neatly stored the whole family in his space, and there wasn't even anyone to report it. As long as he closed the door, he would be safe for at least a day or two. Even if the little people knew he had come to Yokohama City and wanted to search house by house to find him, it would take them quite a while. Besides, he could easily deal with the few people who did the house search; he wasn't afraid at all.

As for whether this family was innocent after being taken into his space for no reason, that was not within his consideration.

Finding the key inside the room, Wang Feng opened the door and went inside. After closing the door, he entered the spatial dimension.

Several hours have passed, and I still don't know how Yamamoto Ichiro is doing.