Chapter 514: Explosion

The explosives warehouse is far away.

That's for sure. That's the explosives warehouse!

It could explode at any time.

It must be placed in a remote location. It must be isolated from other buildings.

In case of an accident, the damage can be minimized.

A few hundred pounds of TNT is no joke. It can blow a crater several metres deep.

'I'll take you there!'

Dickens immediately volunteered.

Zhang Yong nodded. It was fine. In fact, he also wanted to go with Dickens.

Inside the Kailuan coal mine, no matter what you want to do, you can get the maximum convenience by bringing along this second-generation official. You can come and go as you please.

The British are also very familiar with this kind of backdoor approach.

As expected, with Dickens leading the way, it was easy to enter the restricted area of the explosives warehouse.

The guards barely checked anything.

However, Zhang Yong did not get too close.

He stopped more than 100 metres away from the explosives warehouse. It would be dangerous to go any further.

Because the map indicated that there were actually two small red dots inside the explosives warehouse. In other words, there were actually two hidden Japanese spies.

This was very dangerous.

If the Japanese spies could infiltrate anywhere else, it wouldn't be surprising. After all, the Japanese were very clever. There must be various ways to infiltrate.

But this is an explosives warehouse! It has also been infiltrated.

Then there is nothing to say.

This explosives warehouse can fly into the sky at any time.

Even if it is a great immortal, it will die if it gets too close. In such a dangerous place, Zhang Yong of course kept his distance.

'Dickens, can you call everyone inside?'

'I'm afraid not. They have to be on duty. They can't all leave at the same time. At most, only three can leave at the same time.'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong explained carefully to Dickens.

He needed to get all two Japanese spies out. This would reduce the chance of an explosion.

Why just reduce it?

Because he couldn't tell if there were any hardcore traitors inside.

There were only two Japanese spies. But what if there was someone who had been bribed by the Japanese? Or someone who had infiltrated the puppet Manchukuo?

That would be the end.

The explosives store would go up in the air like a kite.

'I'll go get someone!'

Dickens immediately went with a few people.

Soon, three people were called out. But only one of them was a Japanese spy.

'He stays!'

Zhang Yong ordered the Japanese spy to stay.

The remaining one was about to be called out a second time.

However, at this moment...

'Boom...'

the explosives store exploded.

Zhang Yong's eyebrows furrowed.

What happened?

Did the Japanese invaders discover it?

And detonated the explosives depot? No way?

Suddenly, he felt a blackout. It felt like something had fallen on him.

Then he felt a heavy impact. His consciousness gradually became hazy.

His thoughts were in chaos...

Then he suddenly became lucid again.

Damn. I was so far away, how could I still be hit by the explosion?

Am I going to die?

Have I returned to the 21st century?

After the blackout, is it eternal darkness, or will there be light again?

Confused...

Dazed...

I feel like I've fallen into darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but gradually I began to regain consciousness.

It seems like I've been injured?

It seems...

I remember the explosion at the explosives depot.

I haven't lost my memory, have I?

I opened my eyes and saw Mei Lu...

Oh, I recognise her, she's Mei Lu. It's Mei Lu. Yes. My woman...

I looked around...

It doesn't seem to be a hospital room...

It looks like my own room. The one at the Kailuan coal mine...

Yes...

I remember it all.

It seems that the cliché plot hasn't happened. I haven't lost my memory.

That's good.

I hate the cliché plot of losing one's memory.

'How long have I been in a coma? A few days? Or half a month?'

Zhang Yong looks out the window. It looks like it's afternoon outside? I can see the sunset. It's swaying.

The winter sunset doesn't feel warm at all. It's bleak.

Is it possible that it's already 1936? Ah, good. Time passes quickly.

Then I don't have to work every day. Every day I'm exhausted like a dog. And I don't get overtime pay.

Mao Renfeng, that curly-haired guy...

Ahhh, he's got everyone acting like him. 007, sooner or later he'll die a violent death...

'No! You've only been unconscious for three hours.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong suddenly refused to accept it.

How could it have been only three hours? No way. Absolutely not.

It had to be at least three days...

However, that was exactly what Mei Lu had replied.

'If you don't count the time it took to carry you back, it was less than three hours. You've only been in bed for a little over two hours.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong looked around. He hoped someone would deny it.

However, Cao Mengqi, Wu Liuqi, and Yang Zhi all nodded. It meant that Mei Lu was right.

Even the mute...

Huh? Why is he here? What's his name? Lu Xiaobu. Right. Lu Xiaobu. He named himself. Why is he here?

I even remember the mute's name. Looks like there's no concussion.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Lu Xiaobu nodding constantly, indicating that Mei Lu was correct.

Zhang Yong was disappointed. Damn, the plot is wrong!

How could it only be three hours since he fainted?

Shouldn't it be three days at least?

'What's today's date?'

'December 4th.'

'And you?'

'December 4th!'

'Sigh...'

Zhang Yong let out a helpless sigh.

He really was the chosen worker. A hard-working man. He didn't even get sick leave.

There was really no benefit to working in the Kailuan coal mine. He only earned a few hundred pounds. It would be better to go to Beiping and earn some extra money for a day.

Just going to Beiping to do a job would get him tens of thousands of dollars back.

Close his eyes and rest.

Depressed. Don't want to talk.

Check what's in the personal space...

Suddenly surprised.

It seems the personal space has expanded a little?

It was originally crammed full of all sorts of random stuff. Very tightly packed.

But now, it seems to have loosened up a bit.

Hurry up and tidy up.

In the end, I actually managed to tidy up some of the space. It's not much. It's probably about the size of an Oxford English-Chinese dictionary.

But if it's used to hold banknotes or gold bars, it can hold quite a lot.

I'm happy.

This personal space has finally expanded a little.

Before, I didn't think there was any way to expand it at all. Now that there's suddenly been a change, I suddenly feel hopeful again.

Even if it only expands a little each time, it's still full of hope!

Strange, how did the personal space expand?

Was it because of the explosion?

What happened before was an explosion.

I can't help but daydream.

There must be no Tabula mines on Earth.

However, it is possible that the energy from the explosion was partially absorbed by the system. So, it played a role.

It ultimately 'pushed open' the personal space.

It seems to have been the case before. It is possible that during the battle, the system absorbed some of the energy. So, it can create some ammunition.

In other words, it is necessary to use grenades or explosives to replenish the system energy.

However, these are all guesses and cannot be accurate.

He also did not dare to experiment.

A few hundred pounds of explosives exploded, and the space around him expanded a little, and he almost died. How dare he try it lightly?

If he mishandled it and was killed outright, there would definitely be no chance of resurrection.

Nonsense. In the end, he didn't come up with any reliable experience.

'How was the explosion?'

'Everyone inside is dead. Only the three people who came out are still alive.'

'What about Dickens?'

'Everyone else is fine. You just got knocked unconscious.'

'What knocked you unconscious?'

'This.'

Mei Lu handed him a bundle with both hands.

Zhang Yong looked at the bundle suspiciously. Shit. This bundle looks a bit familiar.

It feels like the kind Yang Xiuxin is holding in her arms. Floral fabric. Knotted.

He took it and felt it was heavy.

He could barely hold it with one hand. He quickly used both hands.

Suspicious.

He opened the bundle. Suddenly, a golden light filled his eyes.

Surprised.

It was actually a gold ingot.

Holy cow, it's gold! And it's the size of a tennis ball!

Damn, I always said I was unlucky, and now I've been hit by shrapnel from a bomb over a hundred metres away.

It's as if the heavens were after me for eating too much, and they've thrown a gold ingot at me.

Luckily it didn't hit me on the head. Otherwise I'd really be dead.

I weigh it in my hands. It weighs about five catties.

Five catties is 2,500 grams. If you put it in the modern era, each gram is worth more than 400 yuan, so that's a whole million yuan.

Not a bad deal.

It was a good hit. It doesn't matter if he's stunned.

This gold ingot will cover his medical expenses...

But... Wait.

'Where did the gold ingot come from?'

'It seems that your brain has indeed not been affected.'

'Where did the gold ingot come from?'

'It flew out of the explosion. My guess is that it was an explosives warehouse.'

'Gold? Explosives?'

Zhang Yong felt his mind go a little blank. For a moment, he couldn't understand.

Right. It was an explosives warehouse. Why would there be gold there? Did someone hide gold in an explosives warehouse? And then it was blown up?

Anyway, this gold is amazing. It didn't shatter despite the intense explosion?

Hundreds of pounds of explosives should have had a strong impact, right? The temperature should have been very high. Even gold couldn't have withstood it!

There's a problem...

There's definitely a problem...

The question is, what is the problem?

Damn.

I can't think of anything for the time being.

Suddenly, I feel a bit of a headache. I feel dizzy.

It seems that the explosion has still had some impact on me. I'm not really unharmed.

'Where's the Japanese spy?'

'The British took him away. They said they wanted to interrogate him themselves.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nods habitually.

Then he notices that his neck is in pain. He can't move very freely.

Oh no...

Last time it was his shoulder. This time it's his neck.

Anyway, he was so careful, and he still got injured? His shoulder hasn't even healed yet!

Sigh, this spy business is really dangerous.

No matter how careful you are, there are always unexpected dangers. It's really lucky that he didn't die.

He continues to sort things out, hoping to free up more space.

Suddenly, I found a glass bottle inside. It contains some green liquid.

Huh? This is also something new.

I'm sure it wasn't there before.

It definitely appeared after the explosion in the explosives warehouse. Could it be a new giveaway from the system?

Maybe his own abilities are really too weak. He's not good at anything, not even his intelligence. He's completely ordinary. So, the system had to become both parent and teacher, taking care of him as best it could.

What on earth is it?

I took it out out of curiosity. I found that it says 'Yuri Potion' on it.

There was no other specific description.

What is it for and how do you use it? There was no explanation at all.

Trying to recall, what are the characteristics of Yuri? Seems to be very grumpy, quite capable of fighting, and has mind control?

Damn it...

Giving yourself a potion without a manual.

Isn't this clearly saying, don't use it unless absolutely necessary? What if there are side effects...

Why not give yourself a Tanya potion?

Tanya. A special forces soldier! A sharpshooter. A thief who can fight. One can fight a hundred. Super strong.

If I become Tanya, I'll be the real spy drama protagonist! I'll sweep the whole place, no matter how many enemies there are, I can take them all on with one hand!

Just one word – cool! Awesome!

Unfortunately, I can only think about it.

After pondering for a long time, I finally put it back carefully.

Save it for emergencies!

If I ever really get into trouble, I'll take it out and use it.

Continue tidying up...

Suddenly, I find another orange glass bottle.

I took it out quickly. I prayed secretly, 'Tan Ya potion, Tan Ya potion, Tan Ya potion...'

But in the end, it turned out to be an engineer potion.

I was disappointed...

What's the use of an engineer?

In the game, an engineer can capture enemy buildings, but in reality, that's impossible!

They only gave me the potion, but not the instructions. What a bully.

It can't be that the system isn't ready yet. I'm so frustrated.

I continued to rest my eyes.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

There were also intermittent gunshots.

I don't know how the battle turned out.

If the enemy is inside the mine, a frontal assault is definitely not an option. It will only lead to more casualties.

The best solution is to blow it up! Blow the mine up! Burying the Japanese invaders alive inside. Oh yes, I can help with the explosion. Maybe I can absorb some energy?

It was over 100 metres away earlier, so it wasn't safe. This time it's 200 metres away, so it should be fine, right?

It's already 200 metres away, so it can't be blown up, right?

But I guess the energy absorbed will also be very small. After all, it's too little.

'Zhang!'

The voice of Dickens came.

The person didn't arrive, but the voice came first.

Zhang Yong knew that trouble was coming. He must go to the scene again.

Alas, he is not a fighting machine. What do the British want with me?

Sure enough, Dickens came in a hurry, shouting, 'Zhang, Pearson invites you to go over there and hopes that you can solve the Japanese spies inside as soon as possible.'

'I don't have any better ideas!' Zhang Yong was helpless. "It's useless to go.'

'But catching the Japanese spies is our mission!" Dickens was full of expectations. 'They all say you're the best. As long as you go, you can solve the problem.'

Zhang Yong: ...

I'm overwhelmed. Don't put me on such a high pedestal.

It's embarrassing for me to refuse. By the way, it feels really good to be flattered!

Ever since he was a child, he had been scolded by his mother the whole time, and had received almost no praise. Now, suddenly, he was being praised so openly, and he felt a little giddy.

'Okay. Let's go take a look!' Zhang Yong nodded, "You guys go prepare 500 pounds of explosives first.'

'No problem," Dickens readily agreed.

'Didn't the explosives warehouse just explode?'

'There's more than just one explosives warehouse. There are others. There's no shortage of 500 pounds of explosives. You can have 5,000 pounds if you want.'

'5,000 pounds...'

Zhang Yong secretly felt ashamed.

That was too much. He couldn't afford it. He didn't dare to play such a big game.

If 5,000 pounds of explosives exploded at the same time, it would definitely create a small earthquake. The tremor would be felt clearly all around the mining area.

Perhaps all the caves in the mining area would be damaged to varying degrees.

By then, the British would definitely turn their backs on him and say that they had destroyed all the caves themselves.

Safety first.

Let's go to the scene first and talk about it!