Transmigrated to the 1960s Beginning With Kidnapping and a Sign-In Routine

[Sign-In System + Space + Educated Youth + Ancient Martial Arts]

Gu Zuozuo, heir to an ancient martial arts family, was dragged down by a stupid man and ended up transmigrating into a history...

Chapter 90: One Person, One System, Causing Trouble (1/2)

Chapter 90: One Person, One System, Causing Trouble

the next day.

The whole city erupted in chaos.

Because the Fujimoto family, the largest family in the city, was wiped out overnight.

The once majestic and wealthy mansion is now obscured by a towering tree.

The most horrifying thing was that the tree was covered with men whose bodies were covered in blood and had already turned cold.

Moreover, any junior members of the Fujimoto family who were at home that day had their tendons severed and their minds ruined, rendering them useless from now on.

[Host, why don't you cripple those women?]

How do you know I didn't tamper with it?

Gu Zuozuo strolled leisurely down the street, and upon hearing the system's question, smiled.

They won't die, but it's no different from being dead, because they'll sleep forever.

She admitted that she was prone to taking her anger out on others. Why were the original owner of this body and her family either dead or missing, while the person who harmed her was still alive and well?

Looking at the lively surroundings, I suddenly felt annoyed for some reason.

Why is it that they can live a peaceful and happy life while they have ruined their own country like that?

"System, interested in pulling off a big heist?"

"How big? Bigger than the Fujimoto family's property you ransacked?"

The system was holding a gold brick even bigger than itself, and it was as happy as a landlord's silly son.

This is the reward the host gave it for showing it the way!

It's the first system to receive a gold brick from the host; it's made something of itself!

When the city was placed under martial law and major intersections were blocked.

Gu Zuozuo had already taken the system and slipped away, disappearing without a trace.

……………This is the dividing line for causing trouble……………

"Sometimes you have to admit that they are trash, but their firearms technology is indeed quite good, and their technological development is also quite fast."

Gu Zuozuo lay prone on the roof of an inconspicuous Japanese-style building, carefully observing the Self-Defense Force soldiers who frequently patrolled and passed by below.

If it weren't for the system's help, she really wouldn't have been able to find this place.

True masters often hide in plain sight; such an important research institute is actually located under this inconspicuous building.

[Host, you must be careful! I don't want to change hosts just yet!]

Gu Zuozuo, who was lying there, paused and almost slipped and fell.

"Shut up! You old bastard!"

Seeing how angry its host had become, the system immediately retorted weakly:

"I was just born, not a middle-aged balding man yet... Ah! Host, you're so shameless, you attacked me!"

The system, feeling wronged, hugged its head, which was still dazed from the mental punch. Just as it was about to whine and complain, it saw the gold brick at its feet and its anger instantly dissipated.

Because communication between each person and the system is done using mental energy, the people below didn't notice at all that a sneaky-looking person had quietly sneaked into their base.

Finding this place with a system to guide you is easy, but getting in openly and legitimately is difficult, at least for ordinary people.

Gu Zuozuo doesn't mind using the same methods again if they work.

The area here is large enough that the phrase "living a life of debauchery" is not suitable.

Finding an opportunity and timing right, Gu Zuozuo put seven or eight bottles of sleeping pills into the rice in the cafeteria and then quietly lay in wait.

Bang!

After lunch, when the first person collapsed, the rest of the people, with looks of shock or confusion, all fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Gu Zuozuo slapped his thigh and stood up. Looking at the densely packed self-defense soldiers lying dead in the canteen, he gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, really wanting to swing it again and make the small country suffer even greater losses.