Chapter 203 I Went Mad During the Republic of China (19)
Zhou Jue stared at the dark muzzle of the gun without pausing his steps.
The colonel's finger was on the trigger, trembling violently with fear and the onset of the virus.
"Bang!"
A shot rang out.
The bullet spun as it flew toward Zhou Jue's forehead, but stopped an inch away from her.
It's like hitting an invisible wall; the bullet is squeezed and deformed, then falls to the ground with a clatter.
The colonel's eyes were wide open, unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.
Zhou Jue walked up to him, reached out and took the gun from his hand. With a gentle squeeze of two fingers, the hard steel turned into a lump of scrap metal in her hand.
She casually tossed the scrap metal on the ground.
"No...don't come any closer...you're a devil! You're a devil!" The colonel shrank back in terror, his body convulsing more and more violently, large patches of black spots spreading across his face and neck.
"A devil?" Zhou Jue laughed. She took out a syringe filled with a dark liquid from her system space. It was the concentrated solution of their proud "Strain No. 3".
“No, I’m just a helpful ‘experimenter’.” She crouched down, pinched the colonel’s chin, and looked at his face, which was contorted with fear.
"Don't you guys think watching Maruta's reaction is valuable?"
"Now, I'm giving you a chance to experience it for yourselves and really appreciate your 'masterpiece'."
She plunged the needle deep into the colonel's neck and pushed in an entire vial of the virus stock solution.
"ah--!"
The colonel let out a bloodcurdling scream that was so shrill it was inhuman. His body curled up like a shrimp, his eyes bulged out, and black blood gushed from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
Zhou Jue stood up and stopped looking at him.
She took more syringes and walked toward the Japanese soldiers who were still rolling and groaning on the ground in the canteen.
"Next."
She walked over expressionlessly and gave each of the surviving Japanese soldiers an injection.
Throughout the cafeteria, screams rose and fell, then gradually faded into silence.
After doing all this, Zhou Jue turned and left the hell she had created with her own hands.
She returned to the cells where her compatriots were imprisoned.
In the corridor, those she had saved were recovering rapidly under the influence of the spiritual spring water.
Some of them were already able to sit up with difficulty, looking at their healing wounds and receding sores with blank and disbelief in their eyes.
When Zhou Jue returned, everyone's eyes were focused on her.
"I'll take you away from here." Zhou Jue's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
She didn't offer any further explanation; time was of the essence. She walked up to the first person and, before he could react, lightly chopped the back of his neck with her palm.
The man groaned and collapsed limply to the ground. The others, seeing this, became wary.
"Don't be afraid, you'll just have a good sleep and you'll be in a safe place when you wake up."
As Zhou Jue spoke, her hands never stopped moving. One after another, she knocked out all the people who had woken up and sent them into the system space.
Zhou Jue took one last look at this sinful place and pulled out a fireball talisman from his pocket.
"Burn it all up in one fire."
She flicked her finger, and the talisman transformed into a ball of flame, landing in the laboratory filled with documents.
The fire spread instantly, engulfing the instruments, the documents, and even the twisted corpses in the cafeteria.
The towering flames turned the night sky outside Harbin blood red.
...
In a secluded mountain valley, the first rays of dawn were just beginning to break.
Zhou Jue released the people from the system space one by one and laid them flat on the grass.
She went to them one by one and used her spiritual power to awaken them.
"Um……"
A middle-aged man was the first to wake up. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw not a dark prison cell, but blue sky and green trees.
Fresh air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of grass.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" he muttered to himself.
“You’re not dead, you’ve survived.” Zhou Jue’s voice rang out beside him.
More and more people woke up, looking around at their surroundings and then down at their own bodies.
The festering wounds had scabbed over and even grown new flesh, and a long-lost strength surged through his body.
“It’s all better…it’s really all better…” A young woman touched her smooth face and suddenly burst into tears.
Her cries were like a switch, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.
The fear, pain, and despair that had been suppressed for so long burst forth in tears at this moment.
The men pounded the ground, and the women wept bitterly, their cries echoing throughout the valley.
Zhou Jue didn't disturb them; he simply stood quietly to the side, waiting for them to vent.
After a long while, the crying gradually subsided.
The oldest man, supported by his family, walked up to Zhou Jue and knelt down with a thud.
"My benefactor! Please accept my bow!"
With a loud crash, all the survivors knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Zhou Jue.
"Thank you so much for saving my life!"
"Get up, don't kneel before me." Zhou Jue stepped aside. "Think about what you plan to do in the future?"
The group looked at each other and slowly stood up.
The man who had been tricked into coming to work stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhou Jue: "My benefactor, I want to go home. I have a wife and children at home. I was tricked by the Japanese into coming here, who said I could make a lot of money working here..."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened again.
“Okay.” Zhou Jue nodded.
The woman who had been holding the stillborn baby walked up to Zhou Jue.
"My benefactor, my home is gone! My parents, my husband, my child—they're all dead inside. I'm not going home; I'm going to take revenge!"
She knelt down again with a thud: "Please, benefactor, show me the way! Where can I find the Anti-Japanese United Army? I want to join the army and kill the Japanese devils!"
"I'm going too!"
"Count me in! My benefactor saved my life, so I'll fight the Japanese devils with it!"
Immediately, the crowd was outraged, and more than half of them expressed their intention to seek revenge against the group.
Zhou Jue looked at the fire in their eyes and nodded.
She took out some silver dollars and a few pistols and handed them to those who wanted to go home.
"The road is not safe. Take these for self-defense. Be careful with the money. It'll be enough for you to get home."
The men were moved to tears and knelt down to kowtow again, but Zhou Jue helped them up.
"As for you..." Zhou Jue looked at those who wanted revenge: "I'll send you there."
After seeing off the first group of people, Zhou Jue looked at the remaining people in front of him and made a plan in his mind.
She remembered the arsenal that had been destroyed in Fengtian, where the weapons, ammunition, and production lines were still lying quietly in the system space.
I was also reminded of Commander Yang of the First Army of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, who was only 35 years old when he sacrificed his life.
After his death, his stomach was maliciously cut open by the enemy, but it contained only grass roots, tree bark, and cotton wool.
He lived his life by fulfilling his words:
Revolution is like a small fire; it may seem small, but when it burns brightly, it can illuminate the sky and light up the night. For the sake of the revolution, we must persevere to the end. We must never surrender to the enemy, even if it means death.
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